"I say, I do believe these guardsmen are shooting at us!" Inquisitor Fob yelled over the sound of the Classy Marine's flintlock bolters, as he and Brother Captain Houston ducked another volley from the heretical Guardsmens' lasrifles.
"Indeed they are sir," Brother Captain Houston responded as he let loose a few shoots, decapitating a batch of traitor guardsmen. "Some would even say it's quite heretical, sir," Brother Captain Houston continued, hoping the Inquisitor would get the hint as he politely pushed Fob's head down under the make shift barricade as another round of lasfire came in.
"Oh no, I'm quite sure it's just a misunderstanding. I'm positive we can talk it out. Lots of supposed Chaos activity in this area; they see a bunch of heavily armed lads walking on, you know how it is." Fob turned to stand. "I say!" he yelled as he began to walk towards the traitor guardsmen.
Brother Captain Houston sighed. It wasn't that Fob was a bad man. He was just a bit light in the head he thought as he broke cover to protect his employer.
"I say!" Fob repeated, as he once again tried to gather the guardsmen attention, just as Brother Captain Houston took hold of a metal top hat he kept hanging over his waist. He filled the top hat full of frag and melta grenades, pressed a button to close the now bomb-filled hat, and the threw it like a discus at a group of guardsmen that were getting ready to blow Fob to bits. The top hat stuck into a nearby wall and shortly exploded, sending the traitor guardsmen to wherever it is that heretics like them went.
"You know, I really just don't think I'm getting to these people," Fob continued on, completely unaware of the surrounding danger. "I don't suppose you could do anything to help me? It is your job, after all."
"Right sir. Getting right on it sir. Men, with me if you please." Brother Captain Houstan said as he and several other Classy Marines stormed the traitor lines, using their power sabers to cut a bloody swath. He then got to what seemed to be the biggest and most ornate looking traitor, picked the man up by his blood-encrusted collar and said "The Inquisitor would like a word with you," and began dragging him back to Fob.
"Right," Fob began, trying to get his bearings as Houston dropped the quivering man in front of him.
"I'd like to discuss this whole shooting-at-us business. Now don't get me wrong, I understand. What with rumors of a chaos insurrection being planned, and Ork raids, and all that business, I can see how you're more than apt to go a little heavy on the trigger, but! you'll be happy to know that we are not with the traitorous forces of Chaos, are not Orks, and are in fact here to bring the Emperor's Holy Light to this desolate and isolated planet. So, if you would just tell your men to stop shooting at us..." Fob stopped. He was staring at the multipointed star that had been engraved on the man's forehead.