Seeing the traitors besieging her master, Lillith plotted. She couldn't use the hatred for the unclean herself, not having any emotions, but she could use her enemy's emotions against him.
"This spear, was reforged from weapons annointed with the blood of Sanguinus, If you want it back traitors, come get it!"
with howls to the blood god the first traitor charged her, speared, by the glowing lightning of her terrible spear, The second one she subtly moved her body out of the way, twisting her weapon around she speared him trough the back as he passed, ripping the fuel lines and power supply as he passed. angered the wounded chaos trooper lashed out at her, the axe sending sparks off her armour.
She moved fast an analyzed the battle, using her reptillian mind, she moved and counter moved. The foe's parasitic demons screamed in response to her anti-psycher field.
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Inquisitor Adivan smiled as he took in the scene in the corridor ahead of him. Pale blue smoke still filled the air, the remains of the gas clouds used to incapacitate the dpzens of cultists now scattered across the floor. Among the unconscious cultists moved the black-clad forms of Imperial Stormtroopers, newly arrived from the planet below. With swift, clinical efficiency, they bound the cultists' hand and foot, disarmed them, and laid them out for collection by teams of ratings. My first lot of prisoners to interrogate... excellent.
The ambush had not, of course been a complete success. A few of the cultists had been wearing breathers when the first grenades exploded, and were protected from the effects of the gas; others managed to put them on before they were rendered unconscious. The Stormtroopers, of course, had killed them, moving into the corridor and putting las-bolts through their heads. To Adivan's amazement, not a single Stormtrooper had been killed or seriously injured during the engagement; the combination of surprise, numbers, and superior equipment had overwhelmed the foe in moments.
As the Inquisitor watched the Imperial troops dealing with the prisoners, his thoughts turned, once again, to the enginarium that he had expended so much blood and effort to guard. It was now in the able hands of Captain Fortis' remaining Stormtroopers platoons, who had arrived from the planet that morning. When he had last checked, they had been busily turning it into a small fortress, with barricades and checkpoints in the surrounding corridors, heavy bolters and assault cannons covering all approaches, and a battery of lascannons covering the main entrance. It was not likely to protect them from another Chaos Sorceror like the one he had battled during the initial attack, but any force of cultists that sought to force a way in would be leaving in pieces, and even the Black Legion - if any had survived - would have difficulty penetrating the firepower arrayed against them.
A clatter of boots in the corridor behind Adivan marked the arrival of the work teams. Saluting smartly as they passed, they pushed long trolleys into the corridor, and, under the supervision of the Stormtroopers, began stacking the bound cultists into them like wood. A few minutes later they were done, and began wheeling them toward the rooms that Adivan had commandeered for the interrogation. Must see about obtaining an auto-rack off someone... it would be very useful for this. Maybe Vonrilyenta could make one available to me.
The ambush had not, of course been a complete success. A few of the cultists had been wearing breathers when the first grenades exploded, and were protected from the effects of the gas; others managed to put them on before they were rendered unconscious. The Stormtroopers, of course, had killed them, moving into the corridor and putting las-bolts through their heads. To Adivan's amazement, not a single Stormtrooper had been killed or seriously injured during the engagement; the combination of surprise, numbers, and superior equipment had overwhelmed the foe in moments.
As the Inquisitor watched the Imperial troops dealing with the prisoners, his thoughts turned, once again, to the enginarium that he had expended so much blood and effort to guard. It was now in the able hands of Captain Fortis' remaining Stormtroopers platoons, who had arrived from the planet that morning. When he had last checked, they had been busily turning it into a small fortress, with barricades and checkpoints in the surrounding corridors, heavy bolters and assault cannons covering all approaches, and a battery of lascannons covering the main entrance. It was not likely to protect them from another Chaos Sorceror like the one he had battled during the initial attack, but any force of cultists that sought to force a way in would be leaving in pieces, and even the Black Legion - if any had survived - would have difficulty penetrating the firepower arrayed against them.
A clatter of boots in the corridor behind Adivan marked the arrival of the work teams. Saluting smartly as they passed, they pushed long trolleys into the corridor, and, under the supervision of the Stormtroopers, began stacking the bound cultists into them like wood. A few minutes later they were done, and began wheeling them toward the rooms that Adivan had commandeered for the interrogation. Must see about obtaining an auto-rack off someone... it would be very useful for this. Maybe Vonrilyenta could make one available to me.
"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
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The Imperials didn't need her people anymore, not for the simple butchery of cleaning out pockets of heretics. And she'd already lost more in that than the chaos marines had killed in the main battle.
In the main battle... seven losses. It was impossible to contemplate that troops could go against chaos marines and have such a relatively paltry butcher's bill, but they did.
Ten more dead from the cleansing, and now the crew gathered for the final farewells. A skeleton crew manned the stations, and her speech would carry throughout the ship as she stood in front of Engelier's casket, preparing to say goodbye. There were no outsiders on the ship, as this was a strictly family ceremony.
Sword strapped to her hip, Uschi clamped her hands behind her back and began speaking.
"Captain Fulgenzio had a saying... 'One can't live life in fear of the consequences. Do what you know is right, and let everything else sort itself out.'"
Truthfully, the statement was a bit more profane than that, as it was usually delivered when he was blind drunk. She couldn't help but think he was looking down in amusement on her polite paraphrase.
"And that was at the core of what kind of man he was, one who would never back down from doing the right thing. On more than one occasion it cost him dearly, but he was said to be 'the most rogue of the Rogue Traders' because taking care of his people was more important than the profit margins. He was proud of the fact that never once in his career did he abandon a member of his crew, and everyone here is well aware of the fact that he knew no other place to lead from besides the front."
She paused for breath, noting the tears glistening in the eyes of numerous crew members. Hardened veterans of decades of travel beyond the explored boundaries of the Imperium and combat with alien horrors that even the Inquisition had yet to meet were wiping their eyes and blowing their noses.
"He was often openly contemptuous of the Imperium, but he loved the Emperor, and he was a devout believer in the superiority of the human race. His piety was in ways simple but with deceptive depths, as he often tormented our chaplains with off-the-wall questions intended to further their understanding of their beliefs. In the same way, he would find ways to encourage those around him to always be at their best and rise to any challenge."
She could sense that her words were reaching the audience.
Once you've got them worked up good, Uschi, be sure to bring them back down the right way, or they'll never forgive you.
"He knew he would die as captain of the Wager, and he spoke to me on more than one occasion about what he felt would be appropriate."
Don't stand around and wax nostalgic about what a swell fellow I was, Uschi, please. Emperor knows, I was born with my hand in my brother's pocket and groped the nurse as she pulled me out.
"'I don't want them to be sad, Uschi' he told me. 'You know I'll go out with gun and sword in hand, or staring down a salvo of missiles heading for the bridge, even if they have to wheel my ass out of bed for it.'"
She paused, and there was a ripple of cleansing laughter. He had said it, and of all the 'when I'm gone' musings he'd done, she felt it was the most appropriate.
"He would want us all to know that he loved his ship, and he loved his crew, and that he still watches over us, from beside the Emperor."
Emperor, she had to finish this before she choked up herself. She glanced at Synnove, who gave her a stony-faced nod, and drew her strength from the other woman.
"And so now we send his body to the stars he loved..."
For the Emperor's sake, don't bury me on a frakking planet. We're star children, you and me, and that's where I want my view of eternity.
"...for his final voyage. Chaplain Wystan, would you please perform the final litany?"
The chaplain nodded and stepped forward, dressed in his full ecclessiarchal gown and headpiece. He stepped up to the podium and began speaking in high Gothic, a language that few on the crew knew anything more than smatterings of. Uschi herself couldn't claim more than a very basic understanding of it herself, but she knew that Engelier had been fluent in it, and would likely appreciate the words being spoken now.
At a gesture from the chaplain, the crew bowed their heads and gave the sign of the aquila, then he concluded with a formal ministorum salute. Uschi stepped up and pressed the switch, starting the body on its journey.
In the background, chief gunner's mate Listin began playing his Xaxalan flute, performing an old ditty known as 'The Final Salute of the Gunner'. The lyrics were of a rather laviscious nature and entirely inappropriate for such a setting, but the musical score was deep and moving. Uschi imagined that Engelier would appreciate the dichotomy of the gesture.
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There were more words to be spoken, and each of the fallen crewmembers had personal remembrances delivered by those close to them. By the time it was done, Uschi wanted to just go to her quarters and fall in her bunk... but that wasn't even an option, as her belongings were still being moved to the palatial captain's quarters, and the process wouldn't be finished before the evening. Besides, she had work to do. On the way out, Synnove stepped from the side and gestured to her. Uschi pivoted and walked over to talk to the sergeant, who was clad in her old IG uniform.
"That was good," Synnove said. "He would've liked it."
Uschi looked past her, mouth working. "I hope so."
"Captain, there's something I wanted to say to you now. Whatever you do, don't try to be Engelier. He was one of a kind, and nothing against you, but you'll never be him. If you try, you'll only hurt the crew and yourself in the process. And let's be honest, this was his own fault."
Uschi looked at her, surprised. "How can you say that? You were his..." she paused, unsure if Synnove was as in the dark about the not-so-secret nature of their relationship as Engelier seemed to be. There were no secrets on a ship, and it was simply not commented on that the captain and the security chief were an item.
"I loved the man. If I had the chance I'd take those shots for him and not even think twice about it," Synnove said bluntly. "But as smart as he was, he was a damn fool. He was hooked on the combat drugs and looked for excuses to get into action. An old sergeant I knew used to say 'The only man stupider than the one looking to get into his first gunfight is the one looking to get into his second', and that was Eng to the bone. Yeah, I loved him, but he wasn't a saint, no matter what the crew might think."
Uschi nodded. It was true, and it went deeper than that. Even before he found the old armor and its onboard medicae system, Engelier always pushed the limits. Back when they were lieutenants, he used to wink at her and say 'What's the worst that could happen? Oh, we could die.' with a grin on his face.
"Did he ever lay that line on you about how he had to fight the universe, because it was the only worthy opposition?" Uschi asked suddenly. Synnove cracked a small smile.
"All the frakking time. He really was too proud of his ability to come up with cute sayings. And for all he'd do for the crew, he really thought the universe turned around him... or if he was in a religious mood, him and the Emperor." She paused, looking wistful. "Damn, I'm going to miss that man."
"We all will, Synnove. But we have to go on," Uschi said, nodding toward the door.
"You've got it, skipper. And remember," Synnove said seriously. "I'm watching your back the whole way."
In the main battle... seven losses. It was impossible to contemplate that troops could go against chaos marines and have such a relatively paltry butcher's bill, but they did.
Ten more dead from the cleansing, and now the crew gathered for the final farewells. A skeleton crew manned the stations, and her speech would carry throughout the ship as she stood in front of Engelier's casket, preparing to say goodbye. There were no outsiders on the ship, as this was a strictly family ceremony.
Sword strapped to her hip, Uschi clamped her hands behind her back and began speaking.
"Captain Fulgenzio had a saying... 'One can't live life in fear of the consequences. Do what you know is right, and let everything else sort itself out.'"
Truthfully, the statement was a bit more profane than that, as it was usually delivered when he was blind drunk. She couldn't help but think he was looking down in amusement on her polite paraphrase.
"And that was at the core of what kind of man he was, one who would never back down from doing the right thing. On more than one occasion it cost him dearly, but he was said to be 'the most rogue of the Rogue Traders' because taking care of his people was more important than the profit margins. He was proud of the fact that never once in his career did he abandon a member of his crew, and everyone here is well aware of the fact that he knew no other place to lead from besides the front."
She paused for breath, noting the tears glistening in the eyes of numerous crew members. Hardened veterans of decades of travel beyond the explored boundaries of the Imperium and combat with alien horrors that even the Inquisition had yet to meet were wiping their eyes and blowing their noses.
"He was often openly contemptuous of the Imperium, but he loved the Emperor, and he was a devout believer in the superiority of the human race. His piety was in ways simple but with deceptive depths, as he often tormented our chaplains with off-the-wall questions intended to further their understanding of their beliefs. In the same way, he would find ways to encourage those around him to always be at their best and rise to any challenge."
She could sense that her words were reaching the audience.
Once you've got them worked up good, Uschi, be sure to bring them back down the right way, or they'll never forgive you.
"He knew he would die as captain of the Wager, and he spoke to me on more than one occasion about what he felt would be appropriate."
Don't stand around and wax nostalgic about what a swell fellow I was, Uschi, please. Emperor knows, I was born with my hand in my brother's pocket and groped the nurse as she pulled me out.
"'I don't want them to be sad, Uschi' he told me. 'You know I'll go out with gun and sword in hand, or staring down a salvo of missiles heading for the bridge, even if they have to wheel my ass out of bed for it.'"
She paused, and there was a ripple of cleansing laughter. He had said it, and of all the 'when I'm gone' musings he'd done, she felt it was the most appropriate.
"He would want us all to know that he loved his ship, and he loved his crew, and that he still watches over us, from beside the Emperor."
Emperor, she had to finish this before she choked up herself. She glanced at Synnove, who gave her a stony-faced nod, and drew her strength from the other woman.
"And so now we send his body to the stars he loved..."
For the Emperor's sake, don't bury me on a frakking planet. We're star children, you and me, and that's where I want my view of eternity.
"...for his final voyage. Chaplain Wystan, would you please perform the final litany?"
The chaplain nodded and stepped forward, dressed in his full ecclessiarchal gown and headpiece. He stepped up to the podium and began speaking in high Gothic, a language that few on the crew knew anything more than smatterings of. Uschi herself couldn't claim more than a very basic understanding of it herself, but she knew that Engelier had been fluent in it, and would likely appreciate the words being spoken now.
At a gesture from the chaplain, the crew bowed their heads and gave the sign of the aquila, then he concluded with a formal ministorum salute. Uschi stepped up and pressed the switch, starting the body on its journey.
In the background, chief gunner's mate Listin began playing his Xaxalan flute, performing an old ditty known as 'The Final Salute of the Gunner'. The lyrics were of a rather laviscious nature and entirely inappropriate for such a setting, but the musical score was deep and moving. Uschi imagined that Engelier would appreciate the dichotomy of the gesture.
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There were more words to be spoken, and each of the fallen crewmembers had personal remembrances delivered by those close to them. By the time it was done, Uschi wanted to just go to her quarters and fall in her bunk... but that wasn't even an option, as her belongings were still being moved to the palatial captain's quarters, and the process wouldn't be finished before the evening. Besides, she had work to do. On the way out, Synnove stepped from the side and gestured to her. Uschi pivoted and walked over to talk to the sergeant, who was clad in her old IG uniform.
"That was good," Synnove said. "He would've liked it."
Uschi looked past her, mouth working. "I hope so."
"Captain, there's something I wanted to say to you now. Whatever you do, don't try to be Engelier. He was one of a kind, and nothing against you, but you'll never be him. If you try, you'll only hurt the crew and yourself in the process. And let's be honest, this was his own fault."
Uschi looked at her, surprised. "How can you say that? You were his..." she paused, unsure if Synnove was as in the dark about the not-so-secret nature of their relationship as Engelier seemed to be. There were no secrets on a ship, and it was simply not commented on that the captain and the security chief were an item.
"I loved the man. If I had the chance I'd take those shots for him and not even think twice about it," Synnove said bluntly. "But as smart as he was, he was a damn fool. He was hooked on the combat drugs and looked for excuses to get into action. An old sergeant I knew used to say 'The only man stupider than the one looking to get into his first gunfight is the one looking to get into his second', and that was Eng to the bone. Yeah, I loved him, but he wasn't a saint, no matter what the crew might think."
Uschi nodded. It was true, and it went deeper than that. Even before he found the old armor and its onboard medicae system, Engelier always pushed the limits. Back when they were lieutenants, he used to wink at her and say 'What's the worst that could happen? Oh, we could die.' with a grin on his face.
"Did he ever lay that line on you about how he had to fight the universe, because it was the only worthy opposition?" Uschi asked suddenly. Synnove cracked a small smile.
"All the frakking time. He really was too proud of his ability to come up with cute sayings. And for all he'd do for the crew, he really thought the universe turned around him... or if he was in a religious mood, him and the Emperor." She paused, looking wistful. "Damn, I'm going to miss that man."
"We all will, Synnove. But we have to go on," Uschi said, nodding toward the door.
"You've got it, skipper. And remember," Synnove said seriously. "I'm watching your back the whole way."
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Nathan sighed and ate the combat ration as he looked over a report on the boarding action.He looked at the bar and frowned.
"Damn it you would think that after 10,000 years they could make one of these things so that it doesn`t taste like crap"
Lena chuckled from her side of the table looking over her reptorts. "you could order something from the officers mess you know"
"No" He said sitting back" I`ll eat this for now...may need to go back out soon and for food like that I usually try to set some time aside to enjoy it.'Iron duty does not equate to iron rations'"
"Damn it you would think that after 10,000 years they could make one of these things so that it doesn`t taste like crap"
Lena chuckled from her side of the table looking over her reptorts. "you could order something from the officers mess you know"
"No" He said sitting back" I`ll eat this for now...may need to go back out soon and for food like that I usually try to set some time aside to enjoy it.'Iron duty does not equate to iron rations'"
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Gix shook his head ruefully. "I tried to explain to them it was there duty to die for the Emperor. They refused so I had to make them do it."
He sat down with a sigh, rubbing his face. "Damn, I'm tired. Been leading kill teams-" then he stopped. An perceptive observer would notice his face redden a little.
"Here I am complaining about being tired to a wounded man. Emperor forgive me. How bad is it?"
He sat down with a sigh, rubbing his face. "Damn, I'm tired. Been leading kill teams-" then he stopped. An perceptive observer would notice his face redden a little.
"Here I am complaining about being tired to a wounded man. Emperor forgive me. How bad is it?"
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He shrugged. "They will be getting the replacements to me later in the day. I am told that the augmetics have been given first priority."
A small smile.
"Being in the service of an inquisitor does have its advantages for moving the process along with rather more haste than might otherwise be applied. I should be able to return to service within three days, though these idiots are saying a week."
He pauses, then continues. "Inquisitors Talstem and Novum performed bravely, facing the foe without fear. Novum slew two marines in close combat. It should be noted by his superiors."
A small smile.
"Being in the service of an inquisitor does have its advantages for moving the process along with rather more haste than might otherwise be applied. I should be able to return to service within three days, though these idiots are saying a week."
He pauses, then continues. "Inquisitors Talstem and Novum performed bravely, facing the foe without fear. Novum slew two marines in close combat. It should be noted by his superiors."
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"Since I happen to be barely senior to Pater, I'll pass it on. Two in close quarters? Blessed Throne. I managed to get two but I didn't get anywhere close to them. They're so damn fast. Nothing wearing that much armour should be that fast."
Gix's voice dropped a level. "The rumour mill has been going full bore about the commodore? Do you know anything?"
Gix's voice dropped a level. "The rumour mill has been going full bore about the commodore? Do you know anything?"
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"A saint? Truly? Then this needs to be verified." Gix gets up and begins to pace. "And Nathan won't like that." The other inquisitor had seniority, but Gix wasn't blind. Nathan was attracted to Lena and possibly less than objective. He wasn't going to like this at all. How to break it to him?
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"He likes her, more that a little unless I miss my guess. And his attitude is . . . . not like that of other inquisitor's I've dealt with. His affection may cloud his judgement. He may rush to her defense even if-" Gix broke off.
"Even if something considerably less wholesome than Sainthood is occuring."
"Even if something considerably less wholesome than Sainthood is occuring."
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Captain Fortis of the 58th Cadian Stormtrooper Regiment woke, slowly. As his head cleared, he noted that his right eye was still shut, and he couldn't feel most of his body. His remaining eye blinekd several times as he tried to reconstruct his last memories before this. Something about the enginarium... the Black Legion... Dear Emperor, that monstrous killing machine... what then...
As he lay there, trying to put his scrambled mind in order, a white-coated medicae bustled over to him.
"Ah, hello, Captain. Welcome back to the waking world. I shall have Inquisitor Adivan informed of your waking at once; no doubt he is anxious to speak with you. How are you feeling?"
"Groggy. Confused. Dizzy."
Those were the first things that came to mind.
"Well, that's only to be expected; you were quite badly hurt, and we haven't had a chance to operate properly yet - the station is positively swarming with other wounded, I'm afraid, and you're going to need a lot of surgery."
"What happened to me?"
"Well, I've not been told the precise details, but apparently you were hit by some kind of Chaos sorcery - killed a lot of your men, too, I'm afraid. Your right leg is completely gone from about the mid-thigh down, and we'll have to replace it; your right arm is still there, but useless - that'll have to go, too. Ditto for your right eye. Your left leg is badly injured, but salveagable; you suffered soime rather severe torso and face injuries too, though those can be dealt with. I'm afraid it will be another few weeks before you're up and about again."
Fortis nodded, too tired to do much more, and closed his remaining eye, falling back into sleep almost immediately.
As he lay there, trying to put his scrambled mind in order, a white-coated medicae bustled over to him.
"Ah, hello, Captain. Welcome back to the waking world. I shall have Inquisitor Adivan informed of your waking at once; no doubt he is anxious to speak with you. How are you feeling?"
"Groggy. Confused. Dizzy."
Those were the first things that came to mind.
"Well, that's only to be expected; you were quite badly hurt, and we haven't had a chance to operate properly yet - the station is positively swarming with other wounded, I'm afraid, and you're going to need a lot of surgery."
"What happened to me?"
"Well, I've not been told the precise details, but apparently you were hit by some kind of Chaos sorcery - killed a lot of your men, too, I'm afraid. Your right leg is completely gone from about the mid-thigh down, and we'll have to replace it; your right arm is still there, but useless - that'll have to go, too. Ditto for your right eye. Your left leg is badly injured, but salveagable; you suffered soime rather severe torso and face injuries too, though those can be dealt with. I'm afraid it will be another few weeks before you're up and about again."
Fortis nodded, too tired to do much more, and closed his remaining eye, falling back into sleep almost immediately.
"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
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He blinks, realizing the meaning of Gix's words, both about the relationship and the possibilities of... something else coming over Lena.
He starts to sit up, but flops back down... his other leg is still encased in a healing device of the chirurgeons. With a grunt, he shakes his head. "Damn this thing. When will you be confronting them? I doubt they can have me out of here sooner than three hours from now, even if you press upon them with your authority..."
He starts to sit up, but flops back down... his other leg is still encased in a healing device of the chirurgeons. With a grunt, he shakes his head. "Damn this thing. When will you be confronting them? I doubt they can have me out of here sooner than three hours from now, even if you press upon them with your authority..."
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"The commodore is very popular at the moment. And the rumours may just be exaggerated battlefield heroism. Or latent psyker power. Or even less likely, she may be a saint. Better to investigate the rumours and determine the substance before doing anything rash. This new inquisitor Rath something or another was near the battle site. I shall inquire."
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"Understood. I will see to it that they process me out of here more quickly. If she is taken... perhaps by that foul beast... you perhaps could use me at your side."
Foolish Nathan. Emotional connections are not allowed for men such as they. It only complicates matters. He will have to speak with him on the matter as well, even if it all turns out to be a false alarm.
Foolish Nathan. Emotional connections are not allowed for men such as they. It only complicates matters. He will have to speak with him on the matter as well, even if it all turns out to be a false alarm.
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Pater and his remaining Kroot strode through the Alien Sector, which had been relatively untouched; Most likely due to the fact that it was the worst, and least important, part of the station.
"Th'is is it, Inq'uis'itor."
Pater knocked on the door, which opened after a minute. A gigantic, shaggy head poked out.
"Hello. May I offer you a job?"
"Waaurgh?"
"Th'is is it, Inq'uis'itor."
Pater knocked on the door, which opened after a minute. A gigantic, shaggy head poked out.
"Hello. May I offer you a job?"
"Waaurgh?"
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"Of course," said Jolan. He left Hethor and Severa following in his wake.
"Chirurgen."
The man looked up. "Yes, inquisitor?"
"Attend to the colonel commissar." Gix strode out of the room without looking back. Someone who could read him would notice that he was much tenser than usual.
"Chirurgen."
The man looked up. "Yes, inquisitor?"
"Attend to the colonel commissar." Gix strode out of the room without looking back. Someone who could read him would notice that he was much tenser than usual.
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Severa swallowed. The conversation had taken place like she wasn't there, as if human feelings were an obstacle. She didn't know what was between Nathan and Lena, if anything, but the conversation was so cold.
She pulled up beside Gix and matched his stride. "Enquire: the flare magnus," she said in glossia. Are you sure?
"Nebula ascendent," he replied. I am uncertain.
"The Heart denied?" she asked. Are feelings forbidden?
"Via ascendent," he answered. Duty is primary.
"Enquire: Heart Infernas," she beseeched. What do you feel?
"Voyager and Far Traveller sanguinas. Via ascendent. Est Traveller Via ascendent" I like both Lena and Nathan, but I will do my duty. As should Nathan. Gix missed the subtext with the masterful blindness of a man who was supressing his own emotional life.
"Nihilim," she pressed. Nothing?
"Nihilim paramount Via." Nothing is greater than our duty.
"Enquire: est heart Infernas Magnus Via?" Is there only room in your heart for duty?
"Via paramount mundi. Totalum nihilum." Duty is the most important thing. Nothing else matters, he lied.
She pulled up beside Gix and matched his stride. "Enquire: the flare magnus," she said in glossia. Are you sure?
"Nebula ascendent," he replied. I am uncertain.
"The Heart denied?" she asked. Are feelings forbidden?
"Via ascendent," he answered. Duty is primary.
"Enquire: Heart Infernas," she beseeched. What do you feel?
"Voyager and Far Traveller sanguinas. Via ascendent. Est Traveller Via ascendent" I like both Lena and Nathan, but I will do my duty. As should Nathan. Gix missed the subtext with the masterful blindness of a man who was supressing his own emotional life.
"Nihilim," she pressed. Nothing?
"Nihilim paramount Via." Nothing is greater than our duty.
"Enquire: est heart Infernas Magnus Via?" Is there only room in your heart for duty?
"Via paramount mundi. Totalum nihilum." Duty is the most important thing. Nothing else matters, he lied.
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Nathan walked into sick bay and spotted Prius .He walked over to the Commisars bed and smiled at the man.
"Commisar when your ordo ....ordained you I do not believe they ment for you to have an iron body as well as an iron will"
"Commisar when your ordo ....ordained you I do not believe they ment for you to have an iron body as well as an iron will"
Brotherhood of the Bear Monkey Clonemaster , Anti Care Bears League,
Bureaucrat and BOFH of the HAB,
Skunk Works director of the Mecha Maniacs,
Black Mage,
I AM BACK! let the SCIENCE commence!
Bureaucrat and BOFH of the HAB,
Skunk Works director of the Mecha Maniacs,
Black Mage,
I AM BACK! let the SCIENCE commence!
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The garbage pit smelled horridly, thought it wasn't that which bothered Xerxes. It was, instead, the Navy Security officer standing not more than a meter in front of him, rummaging through the garbage with a lasgun, apparently looking for something. Or someone.
He considered his options. Killing him would be immensely easy, yes, but Xerxes needed something more challenging than that.
Leaping out of the shadows with all the grace a 200 pound man wearing carapace armor had, he tackled the NavSec officer and brought him down into the vile-smelling liquid that covered the floor of the pit. The puny man under his arms squirmed helplessly, and shouted out in alarm. Which didn't do much good, considering Xerxes' hand was in the way. "Silence." he uttered coldly, tightening his fist around the officer's face. The man shut up.
"Your ID and passcard. Now." Fumbling, the NavSec officer pulled a small chain draped around his neck over his head with his free hand, and tossed it besides Xerxes. "Good. " He pulled a small, compact interrogation kit out of his belt pouch, breaking the seal and producing a small neural-stimulator needle. The NavSec officer's eyes opened in fear. Xerxes fiddled with it for a second, then jabbed it into the man's neck. The man began convulsing violently as immense, hellish pain wracked his body. Blood leaked out of his mouth as he literally chewed his own tongue.
Xerxes felt a pleasure he had never experienced before watching the man suffer. This was better than battle. He grinned wickedly as he set the neural-stim higher and higher, until the man stopped convulsing completely. Pulling the needle out of the officer's neck, he set to work on removing his skull, first pulvering his neck and then removing it with an abrupt twist of his hand. It's eyes lulled about lazily as he turned it around, admiring his prize. He pulled out his hellgun, and tinkered with the internal power settings, weakening the beam just enough to evaporate the flesh off the skull.
His grisly trophy polished to a sheen, he used a chunk of scrap metal to pin the headless body to the wall, and carved the symbol of Chaos into his torso. Xerxes set back off down the tunnel, his prize tied down to his belt.
He considered his options. Killing him would be immensely easy, yes, but Xerxes needed something more challenging than that.
Leaping out of the shadows with all the grace a 200 pound man wearing carapace armor had, he tackled the NavSec officer and brought him down into the vile-smelling liquid that covered the floor of the pit. The puny man under his arms squirmed helplessly, and shouted out in alarm. Which didn't do much good, considering Xerxes' hand was in the way. "Silence." he uttered coldly, tightening his fist around the officer's face. The man shut up.
"Your ID and passcard. Now." Fumbling, the NavSec officer pulled a small chain draped around his neck over his head with his free hand, and tossed it besides Xerxes. "Good. " He pulled a small, compact interrogation kit out of his belt pouch, breaking the seal and producing a small neural-stimulator needle. The NavSec officer's eyes opened in fear. Xerxes fiddled with it for a second, then jabbed it into the man's neck. The man began convulsing violently as immense, hellish pain wracked his body. Blood leaked out of his mouth as he literally chewed his own tongue.
Xerxes felt a pleasure he had never experienced before watching the man suffer. This was better than battle. He grinned wickedly as he set the neural-stim higher and higher, until the man stopped convulsing completely. Pulling the needle out of the officer's neck, he set to work on removing his skull, first pulvering his neck and then removing it with an abrupt twist of his hand. It's eyes lulled about lazily as he turned it around, admiring his prize. He pulled out his hellgun, and tinkered with the internal power settings, weakening the beam just enough to evaporate the flesh off the skull.
His grisly trophy polished to a sheen, he used a chunk of scrap metal to pin the headless body to the wall, and carved the symbol of Chaos into his torso. Xerxes set back off down the tunnel, his prize tied down to his belt.
Captain Tycho!
The worst fucker ever!
The Best reciever ever!
The worst fucker ever!
The Best reciever ever!
He stares at Nathan for a moment, confused, before he remembers that Nathan is unfamiliar in many ways with the institutions of the modern Imperium. Likewise, he realizes the inquisitor is joking and not slighting his combat prowess.
He's well aware that the appropriate response for humor is humor, but he's always had a difficulty with it. No one ever laughed at his attempts at jokes.
Well, except for Pater, and he was wounded so that doesn't count.
"I am... attempting to perfect the trinity of iron will, iron spirit, and iron body, inquisitor," he ventures cautiously.
He's well aware that the appropriate response for humor is humor, but he's always had a difficulty with it. No one ever laughed at his attempts at jokes.
Well, except for Pater, and he was wounded so that doesn't count.
"I am... attempting to perfect the trinity of iron will, iron spirit, and iron body, inquisitor," he ventures cautiously.