Dexter Morris, Colonel of the 2nd Morrisian Elite

Morrisia is an industrial world situated on the outer edge of Segmentum Ultima near the Eastern Fringe, named for the decorated Imperial Commander Janus Morris who was originally awarded custody of the world. It is unusually small for a planet, measuring approximately 2000km in diameter, much smaller than the moons of many larger worlds. Until recently its barren rocky surface was uninhabited, until it was discovered during a routine Imperial geological survey that the planet's core was unusually hot - hot enough to power an industrial output of a world many times its size. Thanks to its rich trade of manufactured metal compounds and energy cells, Morrisia became very affluent, with even its lowly citizens leading lives of luxury normally reserved for rich spirers. The planet's population gained a reputation for avarice and excess, and as a result now has one of the highest Ecclesiarchy presences per capita of anywhere in the Imperium.

In the 117 years since it was settled, Morrisia has raised just two regiments of Guardsmen into Imperial service - the 1st and 2nd Morrisian Elite. Being such a small planet, manpower resources are low; however, Morrisia's wealth has meant that its troops have the very best of training and the very best of equipments. Its regiments operate a combined arms philosophy; almost all of its infantry are mechanized specialists of some kind, and each regiment has large numbers of heavy tanks and air support at its disposal.

The 2nd Morrisian Elite Regiment were originally intended to be stationed on Varlislia for a period of no more than two years. However, due to the difficulty of requisitioning armoured regiments for planetary defence duties, Governor Trantor was granted approval to extend their stay when the planet fell on hard times.

Needless to say this did not sit well with the Morrisians, who had grown very used to their lives of comfort and were not happy with being trapped on a declining world. They increasingly turned to darker alleyways and more outlandish pleasures to sate their desires and stave off the monotony of planetary defense.

Dexter Morris, Colonel of the 2nd Morrisian Elite, stood alone in the plush chamber. He took in his surroundings; the rich reds and yellows of the curtains hanging from every wall, the thick pile of the purple carpet, the ornate chandeliers of hand-blown glass and multifaceted crystal. A chamber such as this was exuberant even by the standards of his homeworld, let alone the back room of a Guilder office downhive.

"Colonel Morris" came a singsong voice from behind a curtain, off to his left. "Are your men ready?"

"Yes, mistress" he replied.

Hildur, High Priestess of the Order of the Beloved Self, stepped out from behind the curtain. Dexter's eyes flicked over her lithe body. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on, and every time he saw her he was reminded of why he was ready to betray the weak Imperium of Man. Why fight for a cause which does not offer reward? There was nothing the vaunted Emperor could offer that could better what Hildur would do for him. To him. She was perfection, and it would be his, no matter the cost.

"Then go. Prepare. The time is nearing, my love, when we can be together". she said, walking behind the Imperial Colonel. As her words trailed off, she brushed her hand lovingly across Dexter's neck. He was flooded with emotion, and Waves of pleasure drifted down his spine. He felt her love, her lust, her overwhelming desire for him. There was just the small matter of Varlislia's current rulership to solve, and then she would be free from her duties and they could run away together. As he turned to leave, Dexter ran his eyes across her once more, almost unable to tear his gaze away.

What he did not see, was how her skin rippled and writhed, as if something below were trying to get out.   

(From Calmdown)