"I am standing here. This is the territory of the Empire. Aliens, if you don't get out of here, your blood will be used as fertilizer by us to nourish the land of the Empire."
After rudely kicking out the alien diplomats, the expedition team began to operate at full speed. They armed themselves, established defenses, stockpiled supplies, and prepared for the inevitable war. Of course, the captain also arranged for his astropaths to send a astropathic signal for help to the stars, which he thought was better than nothing, betting on the possibility that the Empire's armed forces might be active nearby - however, based on the expedition leader's understanding of the Empire's military distribution, he had no hope for this - well, maybe after all his team has sacrificed their lives on this world fifty or a hundred years or even longer, the Emperor will bring his wrath upon this world...
However, what the captain did not expect was that there were actually troops from the Empire who responded to their request, and they were the Emperor's Angel of Death! Although, um...
To his mortal eyes, the equipment of these Emperor's Angels of Death all seemed a little... miserable?
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Malakinflos was leaning against a rock covered with lichens, gnawing attentively on a bunch of plant roots. He ate very carefully, not even leaving out any juice - beside him, a technical sergeant whose power armor had lost several "less important" parts was carefully checking the basic weapons such as bolters and chainswords neatly placed on the waterproof cloth in front of them, making sure that these old guys who had served them for hundreds of years were still reliable - after all, as the number of supplies they had on hand had dropped to a terrible number, the various materials they could use to maintain these equipment were getting less and less, so the technical sergeants of the Weepers could only maintain them with an estimated amount that was lower than the minimum value stipulated by Ohm Messiah - there was no doubt that such behavior would sooner or later cause displeasure to the machine spirits, however, they had no choice.
"Captain, the machine spirits of all the equipment are still reliable, but I am not sure whether the machine spirits will still be willing to serve us after the next maintenance cycle."
After using all his skills and finally using all the resources at hand to barely maintain the diet of the dozen or so Astartes in his small team, the technical sergeant looked up and briefly reported the status of the equipment to his chapter commander. At this moment, Malakin had just finished eating all the plant tubers in his hand.
"That's good news, bro."
Although the technical sergeant's tone revealed the bad news that some of these weapons and equipment would most likely break down during the next maintenance cycle, in the eyes of the Weepers' Chapter Master, this news was like heavenly music - at the end of that shameful war, because of the Weepers' usual "luck", Malakin and his battle brothers were thrown directly into the desert of a small hive planet for unknown reasons, and remained unconscious until they were discovered by the local planetary governor's team and brought back to the hive.
After helping the governor of the hive city solve some problems in the hive city that were not too difficult for Astartes but were too difficult for mortals, Malakin, who already had a vague guess about the future fate of his chapter, refused the material rewards offered by the governor, and declined some hints from the governor of the hive city. He took his battle brothers who had stranded in this world with him as guards, and boarded a cargo ship departing from this hive city world, heading for the hub world nearest to this hive city - and then, there, Malakin learned about the fate of their chapter.
"There are some minor problems in Warehouse No. 3 of the abandoned launch site. You can start your atonement from there. After you have dealt with the problems there, go to the waste recycling planet in this galaxy. Pay special attention to Warehouse No. 15. It is said that there are aliens there. After that, this galaxy will no longer need you."
After confirming the identities of Malakin and his group, the local Inquisitor had no way to contact the Weepers, who had already started the Atonement Crusade for several years. Therefore, he assigned tasks to Malakin's team of ten people according to the procedure. Then, in the first warehouse,
After Curry, Malakin and others destroyed some creatures that the Star Army could destroy with a little effort, they "took over" a ship that had a small tonnage but had the ability to navigate in the subspace. Then, on the waste recycling planet, they found a lot of weapons and supplies that they urgently needed in the designated warehouse - it was a bit old, but usable!
"Although the Machine Spirit is still willing to support us, Chapter Master, with the equipment we have now and the remaining ammunition reserves, how can we ensure the safety of all the imperial citizens in the three villages within the threat range of the war zone in the next battle and destroy the front-line base of the aliens that invaded this world?"
The technical sergeant's words awakened Malakin from his faint memories. The descendant of Sanguinius, who had fought in countless battlefields, sighed softly, picked up a large leaf at hand and handed it to the technical sergeant. On the leaf, apart from a small piece of Space Marine rations that was barely enough to fill the teeth of the Space Marines, there were only plant tubers, raw meat, worms, and some fungi. These were the best food supplies that Malakin's team could currently make.
"We will surely find a way, for we are the sons of Sanguinius, the Emperor's Angels of Death."
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“I always feel that things are very mysterious.”
In the reception room of Big Brother E's house, the Wolf Group enthusiast with the QQ codename Zhu Yangai put down the "Empire Cursed High Lord Onboarding Manual" in his hand with a confused look on his face, and looked at the main DA player Redler who was sitting on the sofa next to him with an expression of "I guess I'm not dreaming". Like himself, he was forced to move into this room because of the small circle of desktop Warhammer chess pieces and the desire to find a job that at least convinces himself. She wanted to catch some other emotions from his face, but naturally, Zhu Yangai didn't catch any unexpected emotions.
"If I hadn't entered that room once, I would have suspected that in a few days I would be traveling in several developed countries around the world at the same time. This job is really fantastic."
Someone also earned his way into Big E's mansion for similar reasons. Although he seldom sat at the table, he had a lot of technical sergeant chess pieces from various legions because of his personal hobby. Hammer, whose QQ codename was Technical Sergeant Major, after trying to rebuild his own worldview, also joined this 'newcomer discussion' in a daze - God had pity on him, he just wanted to find a job to earn some money and gain some social experience to add to his resume, how did he suddenly become a 'member' of a world that was still an illusion to him yesterday?
"But the salary is really high, all the necessary insurances are provided, and I can get an advance on my salary. The downside is that I can't put this work experience on my resume..."
Redler flipped the manual to the salary column, read it over and over again, and was extremely excited - the salary written here was extremely generous, with full benefits and benefits, and they could also get extra chess piece rewards - well, although it was specially reminded in bold that due to the time calculation problem between the real universe and the Warhammer universe, it is possible to work for several months or even one or two years in a day, and it is not ruled out that there may be some battles that take longer, but Big E's arrogant statement that the salary is calculated according to the time consumed in the Warhammer 40K universe really hit his heart - it is possible to earn one or two years' salary in a few days, where else in reality can you find it? ?
"If you don't mind, I can write things related to management positions in your resume after you work for me."
Big E, who was sitting in the main seat, spoke lightly and simply resolved one of Redler's concerns, allowing the hammer man to be the first to sign the contract. Under his lead, the other two hammer men also picked up their pens and signed their names. Looking at the three new contracts, Big E smiled.
"Thank you. If you'd like, take a short break before you start your first mission?"
"Ah this?"
"You're starting to work nervously and excitingly on the first day of signing the contract? You really are worthy of being called Big E. You fit my stereotype very well."
"So what is the mission? It's not asking us to go to Cadia to stop the Thirteenth Black Crusade?"
"...That's definitely not the case. My current power is completely incapable of interfering with such a critical juncture as the Battle of Cadia. I want you to help a team led by the Chapter Master of a Chapter called the Lamenters."
"...crybaby?"
"Fuck! Big E, I won't be sleepy if you talk about this - by the way, why is it a squad? In M39, the Weepers had about people after their warp trek ended, and there were still about people left after Barbuda was tricked by Timely Rain Huron? This number, can't it be that the Weepers were unlucky enough to run into the threat range of Hive Fleet Kraken at the end of the Atonement Expedition?"
Hearing the name of the Weeper, the expressions on the faces of the three Hammer guys immediately changed from five points of hesitation to two points of hesitation.
"My ability failed to locate the main force of the Lamenters. It seems that there is a very strange force that conceals the fate of this regiment, so that I can't see it as it is now.
So I took a step back and looked for the weepers who had been displaced after the Battle of Barbuda—and I found them.”
"The Weepers who disappeared at the end of the First Battle of Barbuda... it seems their Chapter Master is among them?"
"Yes, when I anchored them, they were collecting edible things to fill their stomachs on the planet they were currently defending..."
When he said this, an inexplicable emotion appeared on Big E's face. According to the rules of the Empire, it was completely reasonable and legal for the Astartes to "appropriately collect" supplies from mortals during wartime or emergencies. Even though the Weepers were not allowed to obtain any supplies from the Imperial authorities during the Expedition of Atonement, there were still loopholes they could exploit - however, these Astartes did not touch anything of the mortals!
"...As expected of the Crybaby, so who are their enemies?"
"Titan, a Titanium alien that wants to occupy an empire's planet."
"Fighting Titanium? Great! Big E, I can't wait any longer! Hurry up and open the door!!!"
After knowing that the opponent was actually the Tau Empire, the last bit of hesitation on the faces of the newly-earned Hammers disappeared, and the three of them were eager to fight, and couldn't wait to -
Helping the Crying People and beating up the Tau Empire, how wonderful it is that these two things happen at the same time!
10. The Weepers: Reinforcements from Outer Space
Lurking in the woods, with branches and other things hanging all over his body for camouflage, and a layer of tree sap applied to make his scent better blend into the environment, he led three Malakins wearing full sets of power armor, steadily holding the melta pistol in his hand that had accompanied him through countless battlefields, slightly lowering his body, staring motionlessly at the alien base that was being built in the distance, waiting for his battle brothers to send him a signal, while recalling his own battle plan in his mind again - after this Weeper team carefully deduced the intelligence they had collected, these descendants of Sanguinius realized that with their current lack of heavy firepower weapons and vehicle support, without some extremely risky tactics, they would never be able to complete the two tasks of suppressing the alien camp and covering the retreat of the human village to the safe zone at the same time -
"Captain, we have arrived at the target location and have observed an alien convoy."
When Malakin was reorganizing the battle strategy in his mind, the communication from another team also sounded in the headset.
"In one minute, I need you to create a loud enough noise to make these aliens think they are under a general attack from that direction."
After taking a deep breath, Malakin calmed himself down and gave orders calmly. According to their battle plan, most of the soldiers in the Weepers team, together with several experienced imperial subjects who swore not to flee from the battlefield despite fear of death, would first launch a massive attack on the base controlled by a dispatched convoy of these aliens, in an attempt to lure the large alien forces out of their outposts. Once the aliens really did this, Malakin would lead his three most elite soldiers to storm the alien outposts and complete the operation of destroying their frontline command center - if the Weepers were lucky enough and the alien commander was stupid enough to turn back the troops sent out halfway, then they could theoretically complete this feint to the east and attack to the west with zero deaths - only in theory.
"Yes, Chapter Master."
Although the Lamenters were limited to four complete sets of power armor, the armor on the Lamenters Astartes who were carrying out the diversionary tactics looked scattered, which increased the risk of this operation for them. However, these experienced warriors were ready - they knew that whether they could successfully mislead the Tau aliens was directly related to the success rate of the raid by the Chapter Master, and whether the Chapter Master could successfully eliminate the Tau aliens' frontline command in one go was directly related to whether the people of the Human Empire on this planet could safely retreat outside the war zone.
but......
Just as Malakin was counting down to thirty seconds in his heart, a communication from outer space suddenly came into his earphone. The Weepers Captain, who heard the words in the communication clearly, was stunned for a moment. After ordering to pause the countdown, he immediately raised his head and looked towards the sky of Gibursa II.
"That is....."
Following the direction indicated by the communication, Captain Malakin saw a scene that he had never imagined would appear in this world - several very familiar things were like meteors, dragging long tail flames, and quickly descending towards the outpost of the Tau aliens they were preparing to raid. On the airdrop pod, the Dark Angels' legion emblem was extremely clear in the light of the star of Gibursa.
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These races called "humans" are too ignorant and don't know how to advance or retreat.
Del Kas Daiwa, who was patrolling outside the camp, thought so.
Although the captain of the Tau patrol team is only a Fire Caste warrior, he has already gained an extremely deep understanding of the Greater Good by often listening to the teachings of the Supreme Aether in various ways.
The Greater Good is all-encompassing, accurately explaining the relationship between nature and civilization, and clarifies the future direction for all intelligent creatures in this sea of stars - therefore, rejecting the Greater Good is itself a manifestation of rejecting the future.
"Fire can burn soil into dust, or it can break rocks and create a path..."
Silently reciting the words he had learned from the teachings of the Supreme Ether, Del Cas Daiwa felt that his heart was filled with more and more contempt for the humans who were resisting on this planet. The translator said that those guys who claimed that this world belonged to the "Empire" rejected the Greater Good. That's right! They said that they were loyal to the Holy Emperor and would never succumb to the perverse doctrines of the "Aliens"! Ha! It's so...!
However, before the Fire Clan warrior could mentally reprimand these ignorant "stupid races" and review the importance of the Path of the Greater Good, a sharp alarm sounded in the communicator, pulling his thoughts back to reality. Realizing what had happened, he looked up under the guidance of his combat instinct and witnessed the scene of the airdrop pod smashing into their outpost without any hindrance - because the fleet in space did not find any threatening ships cruising nearby. Therefore, in order to speed up the construction of other more urgently needed equipment, this Tau outpost did not install any anti-aircraft firepower at all - the most direct consequence of this choice was that large amounts of smoke began to spew out from the Tau outpost one after another, and the dull sound of the explosion also began to shake the air, the flames rolled, and the light of day could not cover it. The earth trembled slightly, suggesting that something had returned to dust.
"This is the third team! We need... Damn it! Everyone retreat to the emergency assembly point immediately!"
After trying to contact the frontline base twice, and only hearing a bunch of noise from the headset both times, the captain of the Fire Clan realized that the frontline base was completely hopeless, and if the opponent's attack was more precise, it would take a while for the commander on the spaceship to know the news of the destruction of the frontline base. Therefore, the top priority for his team now was...
Gunshots rang out, and Del Casdaiwa's head splashed on the nearby tree, his own body, his comrades' bodies, and the ground like a balloon filled with water falling on the hard ground. The headless corpse fell forward under the impact and fell on the ground into a distorted pattern.
"???!!!!!!"
Because the incident happened too suddenly, the members of Del's team only realized that their team had encountered a fatal attack when they heard the sound of Del's body hitting the rocks on the ground, and this second of hesitation also made them collectively fall into irretrievable disaster - soon, under the precise shooting of Malakin and his battle brothers, the remaining Tau people were all sent to meet their Greater Good in a few seconds - when the sound of the grenade gun stopped, even the drones where Del's team was located fell apart.
"It seems that the suppression operation over there has ended."
After taking a quick look at the current appearance of the front-line base of the titanium aliens in the distance where no new smoke was coming out, the battle-hardened Malakin was basically certain that the area that they had been worrying about how to deal with not long ago had become completely disabled - so Malakin pulled up his headset and started talking to another team.
"This is Malakin. It has been confirmed that the front-line base of the Titanium Alien has been suppressed by the Dark Angels' battle brothers and is no longer a threat. Therefore, the combat mission has been changed. Please all of you give up the task of annihilating the Titanium Alien convoy and immediately retreat to the village area where the Emperor's people are. The main task is to assist them to reach the safe zone. What? The Titanium Alien on your side has also been completely eliminated by the Death Watch battle brothers?"
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Many years later, while lying in bed waiting for the Emperor's summons, the planetary governor of Gibursa II could not help but recall the afternoon when he thought he would soon be loyal to the Emperor. On that day, when the Emperor's Death Angels, who were poorly equipped, assured them that they would cover their retreat to a safe area at all costs, he and several retired Astra Militarum veterans in the team did not follow the Death Angels' instructions to pack up their things after realizing that these Death Angels might die in the battle with the aliens. Instead, after arranging for the others in the team to retreat, they picked up their weapons and asked to follow the Death Angels to fight. When the Death Angels, who were prepared to die and clearly stated that their mission was to act as bait, arrived at the target area, he saw the black wind blowing from afar. ⑥⑨④⑨③⑥①④⑤
Then, there was no more titanium in this team...
——The next thing was that he, who was still the captain of the expedition team at the time, returned to the village in a daze with a large number of black-armored Astartes, and then saw a large number of green-armored Astartes active in the village - well, he dared to swear in the name of the Emperor that he had never heard of such a grand occasion of so many of the Emperor's Angels of Death gathering together!
Of course, he was not the only one confused, but also Malakin, the commander of the Weepers. He was completely unsure of the fate of these two Astartes troops.
Is this a coincidence or is there another reason? Deathwatch is easy to explain, they may be hunting down the Titanium Alien, but the Dark Angels...
This original group of Astartes, with a distinctly mystical style, definitely couldn't have come here on a whim!
"In any case, thank you, battle-brothers - without your help, we could not ensure the safety of these Imperial citizens."
However, despite all the thoughts in his mind, Malakin sincerely thanked the battle brothers who were obviously the leaders of the two Astartes troops. While thanking them, Malakin also took the opportunity to carefully look at the shoulder armor of the battle brothers of the Death Watch. At this time, the captain of the Lamenters just noticed that most of the battle brothers of this Death Watch had the legion emblem of the Space Wolves on their shoulders. In other words, this was a Death Watch combat company mainly composed of Space Wolves!
After a few seconds...
"I know you have many doubts in your heart, brother, but we are not here to compete for your glory."
Just when Malakin didn't get any response and the atmosphere fell into a certain degree of awkwardness, a voice came from the Death Watch battle brothers. Malakin looked in the direction of the voice and saw a battle brother with dazzling blond hair who had taken off his helmet walking towards him, and the emblem on his shoulder was... ?
"you are?"
Malakin involuntarily used some honorifics, and the Death Watch Astartes Brother who came out with the emblem of the 9th Legion on his shoulder smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I am also the son of Sanguinius - Chapter Master Malakin. I have heard of your chapter's deeds, and I am impressed by your perseverance - so, can you talk to me?"
"Of course - brother, wait a minute, there's no need for equipment. We are now in the stage of the Atonement Expedition. In principle..."
Malakin, who was about to go and have a chat with the Death Watch Astartes Brother who had the same genetic father as him, saw that the Dark Angels looked up and down at his "half-naked" battle brothers for a while, and then turned around and took out power armor from the subsequent vehicles for them to wear. Malakin hurriedly spoke up to stop them - it was a small matter that they accepted the supplies and were punished by the Inquisition to have additional atonement time, but if these battle brothers who helped them were dragged into this matter, he would probably feel guilty to death!
"If you want to hold us back in the upcoming battle, you can just let your brothers refuse our help. Or, do you want your battle brothers to stay in this mortal village in the upcoming battle and not go anywhere?"
The Dark Angels' company commander turned his head slightly to look at Malakin, and his tone was full of the obvious meaning of "If you still want to continue to contribute in the next battle, then there is no room for negotiation." Before Malakin could say anything else, the Son of Sanguinius standing next to him patted his shoulder and signaled him to relax.
"Don't worry, it's just the Inquisition. It's really not a big problem in their eyes. Let's go over there and eat while we talk. It seems like you guys are a little short of the Astartes' special rations. We brought a lot!"
11. The Weepers - Discussions by the Hammer Guys
Queen of Glory, in the battle hall.
"Huh...it's done for now."
Zhu Yangai, who returned his consciousness from the descended body to the Queen of Glory, threw himself into the chair next to his projection platform, sank his body deeply into the soft chair back, and began to sigh - communicating with Malakin was several times more difficult for this hammer man than he had imagined, so much so that Zhu Yangai felt that the words in his mind had become a "vacuum" state.
"You convinced those crybabies to cooperate with us?"
In order to prevent any unexpected events, Redler, who was arranging for his Dark Angel pawns to sneak out and set up camp under some very Astartes reasons, looked in the direction of Zhu Yangai.
"I can only say that I am temporarily convinced - now I am quite lucky that there is a Blood Angel in this wave of chess pieces that I used to design for my own chapter background. It is also a good thing that I asked Big E to change the painting of all the chess pieces to Death Watch, otherwise it would be really troublesome to communicate with the Weeper Chapter Master - the official plot says that because of their own experiences, their own nature and chapter culture, they are more sensitive and cautious than the average Sons of Sanguinius - I thought at the beginning that no matter how sensitive and cautious the Astartes are, there should be a limit, but the result..."
Zhu Yangai stretched out a hand from his seat, took a drink from the table beside him, shrugged his shoulders, clearly expressing his helplessness with his actions.
"The Weepy Chapter Captain is not still obsessed with the Atonement Crusade, right? There isn't even an Inquisitor in his small team, so he shouldn't be unable to understand the subtext!"
Hearing what Zhu Yangai meant, the chief technical sergeant, who did not deploy his own chess pieces in the first wave because all the chess pieces on hand were technical sergeants, placed his own chess pieces, whose paint had been changed to the Dark Angel style, on the preparation table and took over the conversation.
"He's still struggling with this. He was even reluctant to accept the consumable supplies we offered them at first, until I moved out of Sanguinius.
The name and the head made him give in temporarily. The experience of the Weepers made it hard for them to believe that there would be an Astartes Legion that could brazenly ignore the Inquisition and even the authority of the High Lords - even if it was a new group. So after talking about this issue for a while, I changed the topic to how to protect ordinary people in the Empire from being harmed by the Titanium, and how to ensure that this planetary system would join the ranks of the Empire, which successfully diverted his attention. "
After drinking most of the drink in one breath, Zhu Yangai finally felt that he had recovered 80% of his condition. He leaned his head out and stared at the Space Wolves chess pieces on the screen in front of him. They were doing various things. They were projected by him and had changed the emergency paint of Big E to the paint of Deathwatch. Except for being a little taciturn, their behavior almost fits all the stereotypes that GW has set for them, which makes them completely unsuspected by the Weepers.
"But after we finish suppressing all the Tau in this galaxy, they will definitely continue to worry about this issue, wondering if our help will cause us to suffer some terrible consequences. Given the temper of the Weepers, they will most likely take off the things we give them at the end of the battle and stuff them back into our hands. In my opinion, we should just grab a Custodian pawn and make a statement, and then eat up the Weepers' Atonement Crusade!!"
Redler, who felt that this matter was indeed a headache, rubbed his forehead and put forward an extremely radical suggestion. After hearing Redler's speech, the technical sergeant who had already sorted out his first batch of chess pieces ready to descend tilted his head slightly.
"It's a good idea, but it will definitely cause trouble. We should not do this unless it's absolutely necessary. However, I do have a suggestion. Let's start with the Titanium. Maybe they will just put this matter aside. After the fight, we can justify it by exchanging spoils of war or something and give them more things. There is no rule that prohibits looting during the Atonement Expedition."
"Um... aren't we operating on titanium right now?"
Zhu Yangai was puzzled. The purpose of the hammer guys coming here, besides helping the crying man, was not to perform titanium surgery? What other surgery was needed?
"No, no, no, what I mean is, let's make a bigger move - it's a bit of a waste for us to just attack the Titanium in this world with the troops we have now..."
The technical sergeant shook his finger, his tone full of malice towards the Tau Empire. At this time, Zhu Yankai and Redler, who had just understood what he meant, were both stunned.
"Your idea... How can this galaxy only have this little titanium? As long as we don't waste time, we can clear them out in two months at most? Where can you find other titanium?"
Zhu Yangai spoke in confusion, and the technical sergeant showed a mysterious smile on his face.
"It's not that simple. First of all, as for the Tau, we all know that their FTL travel method is to skip stones in the warp, and their speed is very poor compared to other races. One of the direct results of this travel method for the Tau is that they can only expand in the galaxy step by step, instead of using super long-distance jumps like other races to jump around. Therefore, the Tau expansion team, generally speaking, cannot come from a place 'too far'."
"You suspect that there is one or more worlds 'near' this planetary system that have been controlled by the Tau? But how does this relate to your idea?"
Redler understood what the technical sergeant was saying and nodded slightly, thinking that this logic was reliable. However, he still couldn't figure out what this had to do with using titanium to make a bigger knife.
"I understand! Although the Titanium can take root on this planet and eliminate some rebels, their number is not large enough to build this planet - so, behind them, there must be the main fleet of the expansion fleet. With the temper of the Titanium, after knowing that there is such a good world here, a part of the main fleet of the Titanium expansion fleet is 100% rushing here - they don't know the darkness of the galaxy and even dare to touch the home of Wild Bean Sprout in the official animation. It would be strange if the Titanium did not regard this seemingly uninhabited habitable planet as a gift from the Greater Good!"
Zhu Yangai clapped his hands vigorously, understanding what the technical sergeant meant. The expression on the technical sergeant's face also became satisfied, and he gave Zhu Yangai a thumbs up.
"Right - we're all here anyway, so we have to solve the problem. I believe that the Crybaby will agree with our battle plan - you should handle this matter. After all, your pawn is playing the role of Deathwatch, a professional in beating up aliens. It's a professional match, no doubt about it!"
