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Turn it Up

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Turn it Up

Hadvar Thorvaldsen stalked through the halls of the Sinclair’s Absoloution.  Though he was a huge Space Wolf, decked out in steel grey armor, his footsteps were oddly quiet.  His ears were perked for the smallest sound.  He didn’t know why he was so nervous.  It had been years since….  The Astartes jerked into action when his ears detected an all-too-familiar cacophony.  Sprinting down the hall, he shouted, “He is here!” to the confusion of a few nearby guardsmen.  He reached the room and wrenched the door off its hinges.  For a long moment, the two Nillesian guardsmen stared wide-eyed back at him, and he stared awkwardly back as the twist metal blared in the background.
“Turned it down…” Hadvar grumbled, turning away and feeling shameful for his sudden outburst.  The guardsman nearest the radio quickly lowered the volume.

WubsickleX, or just X as he preferred to be called, was in an exceptionally good mood.  He stomped through the halls of the Agony of Ecstasy.  His power armored boots clanked and banged against the metal deck.  He dragged his chain axe along the deck, too, so that it added to the one-man cacophony that he was so proud of being.  Above all of that, however, was the constant thrumming blare of his music.  The Noise Marine was perpetually listening to bass-heavy dubstep and screeching metal.  At this point it was a particularly loud, screaming metal song that he was fond of.    
He headed toward the lowest deck of the engine rooms.  From there he knew he could get an escalator that went down to the forward bridge.  A small, slender girl wearing nothing was scampering by and she stopped when she passed X.
“Hello,” she whispered.  No one but X could detect her quiet voice.  But Slaanesh had gifted X with the type of hearing that could hear the faint whisper even over the music that pounded so loudly that it could be heard many rooms farther down.  
“How’s life treating you?” X asked.
“Am I alive?” the willowy girl asked, inspecting her own body, “I hadn’t noticed.”
“You’re so quiet,” X said, “Don’t you ever try being loud?”
“You like the quiet.” The girl said, “Like it ‘cause it’s different.”

X made a loud ‘pleh’ and made his way further on through the corridor.  He reached a room that he hadn’t seen before.  It looked to be some kind of break room, or maybe this was the bridge now.  At any rate, it was decorated garishly in magenta, pink, and purple.  Pulsing red and blue lights lit the room, and a soloist was playing a saxophone in the corner while daemonettes danced on poles in the middle of the room.  Cultists and chaos guardsmen watched the daemonettes and sat at the bar and at tables.  Others danced in the middle of the room.  The dancers on the floor stopped though at the sight of the bronze power-armor streaked with magenta trim wading through the crowd.  The noise marine easily commanded all attention.  Even the tallest dancers came only to his shoulder, and his own backpack, rigged with massive speakers stood higher still.
“This quiet offends Slaanesh!” Wubsickle proclaimed.  He needed only stamp his foot on the ground and the entire room shook with his pounding beat.  Instantly three of four cultists died, bleeding from the ears.  The rest of the host laughed uproariously.  X’s speakers throbbed as they pounded forth the deafening cacophony.  
“Louder! LOUDER!!!” X howled, and he cranked the volume higher still.  One of the pole-dancing daemonettes dropped dead.  The lights thumped and flashed with the beat and the cultists danced as though they were having seizures, and some actually were.

About an hour later, X had grown bored of the rave and moved on.  When he finally reached the bridge, his still-blaring music killed another cultist.  The helmsman looked down at the corpse and sighed disdainfully.
“Whoops,” X laughed.
“We are approaching a ship, sir.” The helmsman said, not worrying that he couldn’t hear his own voice.  He knew X could.
“Who’s?”
“The Imperium, sir.”
“Really?” X grinned, “Well… let’s go greet out friends…”

“’Nother Rok…” The mariner mumbled as he scanned the deep space radar, “It’s a small one this time.”
“Bing us around,” The captain ordered, sounding equally bored, “We’ll vaporize it.”
“Aye aye sir.” The helmsman sighed, tucking a lock of her wavy blond hair behind her ear.  The captain got on the vox.
“All crewmen battle stations.  Prepare to fire broadside on my mark.”
“Wait a minute, captain,” the radar operator perked up, “I’ve got something else on the scope.”
“Another Rok?” The captain asked, answered with a shake of the operator’s head, “Well then what is it, man?”
“Looks like Imperium,” The mariner said, “A battleship, by the look of it.”
“That’s seems unlikely.” The captain said, “The Absoloution is the biggest thing in this sector.”
“You wanna come look at this, then?” The mariner snapped.  The captain shot him a stern look, but came over to investigate the radar screen for himself.
“I’ll be throne damned,” The captain muttered, “That looks like a battleship.”
The mariner only rolled his eyes.
“I wonder who it could be?” The helmsman muttered, brushing her hair out of her face again.
“I have a hunch…” The captain said grimly, “Throne I hope I’m not right… contact them.”
“Unidentified ship, come in!” the radio officer demanded, “Repeat, come in unidentified craft.”
“Sir…” The mariner watching the radar said meekly.
“Not now.”
“Captain, you should see this,”
“Unidentified craft, come in.” the radio officer repeated.
“Captain!” The radar operator finally shouted.
“Golden bloody throne, what?”
“It’s the Rok sir…” the radar man pointed to his screen, “It’s… it’s gone.”
The captains eyes widened.  He grabbed the vox speaker and shouted into it.
“All hands to battle stations, all hands to battle stations!  This is not a drill, everyone prepare to be boarded!”
He strode quickly to the window and stared out of it, into the void.  The expanse of space was just as dark and foreboding as usual.  Suddenly he caught sight of the Rok.  The shattered hulk of the Ork ship drifted listlessly by, things on it were still exploding here and there.  He watched as the wreckage slid by, then turned his eyes to the other shape bearing down on them.  It glowed with an eerie light.  The captain felt as though he was getting sick just looking at the massive ship that should not be able to exist, let alone fly.
“Fire.” He said into the vox, “Fire everything… Emperor preserve us.”

In the split second before the chaos of battle was unleashed, a voice drifted over the comm.
“Things are about to get LOUD now!”
So... yeah.  The Chaos ship Agony of Ecstacy is on its way, and the noise marine in charge has his eyes on one particular prize.
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Nasa15's avatar
Hehehe, poor Nillesians.

Ilike the sound of that rave! Naked womengalore! *cough cough*

Though as a loyal soldier of the Mechanicum, I'm must execute you all.