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But until then...they needed time to recuperate and lick their wounds.
As such, Antonina stood up in defeat and faced her squad with dreadful defeat.
"Come on my sisters...let us return to base..."
"But we can't! Certainly not like this!" protested her second, Lyria, "We need to find a frontier outpost. One not manned by high imperial authorities who will likely see and laugh at our disappointment!"
Usually Antonina would admonish her for such a desire...but she too also did not want to meet any of their other battle sisters in such a state. Nor face any sneering echelons of high command either. They had a reputation to keep and Squad Victrix will not stand for any disrespect!
And so, with heavy hearts and even heavier bottoms, the battle sisters of Squad Victrix began trekking their way to the nearest Imperial Outpost, a place called Checkpoint Rain by the Imperial Guard forces in the area.
- - - - -
"Is this...Checkpoint Rain...?" Antonina said slowly in confusion, her eyes unbelieving of the sight before her.
"Da...it used to be much nicer before the greenskins came..." the Valhallan guardsman shrugged, moaning quietly as she tried to adjust her atomic wedgie to no avail, the purple fullbacks with pink hearts firmly glued over her head and her hat put over on top. The sergeant blushed lightly as she ignored the hole in the Valhallan's tights, revealing her thoroughly spanked red and split buns to the world, not that the guardswoman noticed as she continued to strum the fabric slicing her butt rather then fix it properly.
Why the guardswoman didn't just take her hat off and then fix her panties, the Ultramarine did not know nor cared to ask. What she did know was that currently the Outpost was less then...ideal...
Half the base was demolished in the last attack, with most of the rockcrete fortifications demolished and the building itself looking like it might collapse at a harsh breeze. Yet it still stood.
Along with the Valhallan garrison...or swayed rather.
Antonina counted no less then seven different Valhallans swaying in the air by their massive granny panties, hanging off the flagpole of the base or any hook and edge that was capable of carrying a Valhallan and her massive rear. Nearby in the infirmary laid another three, all atomic wedgied and laid stomach down as a hospitaller administered "Adrenaline Shocks" to their butts.
What that accomplished other then zapping one's bottoms the space marine didn't know. Nor care to know either, grumbling as she led her squad through. Or tried rather.
The hospitaller walked up to the marines, hand on her hip as she glared, "Where are you going?"
"Inside." was Antonina's curt response, not that it deterred the unimpressed sister.
"Not like that you won't. Come on. Get on the bench, I need to administer a quick atomic wedgie and a dozen electro shock spankings right now!"
"What? Why??? That's ridiculous!"
"Are we going to do this the easy way...?" the Hospitaller said menacingly, "Or the hard way...?"
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