First Bolt Shell: Legion of One

[greyerrant]

Characters: Garviel and you
Setting: Multiple floors
Format: Prose
Summary: Garviel wanders the tower doing various things including kicking butt
Warnings: Anything is possible including a heck of a lot of violence. Definitely descriptions of blood and war.



Floor Fifty-Six:

A huge armored figure is wandering the strange hospital ward, as if seeking something he has forgotten. He calls a name every now and then.
"Ferrus? Samus? Aqua? Nikolai? Arturia?"

Nothing but silence greets him. Lights flicker as he moves from room to room, a grey ghost of a battle that was fought in this very tower, and on a thousand other worlds as well. And yet... there is something plaintive in the sounds of the names he calls out in this place.

Floor Sixty-Seven (NIGHT)
The strange twining staircase has become a veritable waterfall of gore, blood and ichor slicking the steps from iron to light in all hues as the sound of battle crashes higher up. It would appear Cerberus set upon a band of orcs at night, or the band set on him, and he decided to single-handedly re-enact the battle of Ullanor. He holds one aloft, just over the edge of the stairs, his armor scarred by their cleavers and bows, then casts it down, smashing it into a pulpy, broken mass onto the stairs itself. His armored chest heaves, and he turns, growling in an almost-feral manner as he continues his ascent. Dare you approach?

Floor Twenty-Five: The grey knight stands vigil in the meadow, his massive form suggesting a grim sentinel in an otherwise beautiful place. He appears to be... shocked by it. Completely at a loss of what to do in a place of undespoiled natural beauty which has not been touched by war.

Floor Fifteen: A pale-skinned man one size too large to be human appears to be working dents out of a breastplate using the tools available in the workshop, hammering away at them in a less then adept manner. It would seem he has only enough skill to effect the most basic repairs on his own armor. Care to offer him some advice?

Comments

Floor 15

[hideandhero]

What's that you got going on there?

[He was obviously working on his armor. Cain had never seen the gribly bits of suck a thing but fancied himself fairly decent at juryrigging stuff, mostly for pranks. Of course, he never let himself get caught by a techpriest.]

You end up breaking it?

[greyerrant]

Just some scratches and dents. I was attacked by a small mob of orks on the stairs and my armor was damaged while I purged them.

[ He frowns slightly, not at Cain but at something he realized about the orks. ]

They were a bit small for Greenskins, and none of them carried any kind of ranged weapon beyond bows. Do we have a feral tribe here? Or do they just lack any Meks to cobble together shootas for them?

[hideandhero]

Can't say I've seen any of them around here. Besides, there's enough 'bitz' and 'gubbinz' around that any old Ork could probably make up a 'shoota'.

Sure they aren't some other race of creature?

[greyerrant]

It is possible, but they looked like orks. Green skin, primitive jack armor, strange sigils, large pegteeth, cleavers and crude weapons.

Perhaps some kind of feral breed?

[hideandhero]

...I'm thinking of something a little ridiculous. Mind if I throw it at you?

[greyerrant]

I'm listening.

[hideandhero]

Let's just assume that these were different creatures. With a more legitimate name like 'Orc' instead of 'Ork'. Since things around here are from different...time periods, I'm sure there was an era when orks were a bit more legitimate and less...orky.

[greyerrant]

That may very well be. I'm open to the idea. And a little glad of it, honestly. It might have gone poorly for me if they had power weapons of any sort, or enough projectiles beyond bows.

[hideandhero]

You might want to be careful though. I think I've spotted the signs of a genestealer every now and then.

[greyerrant]

What is that?

[hideandhero]

Quite ferocious creatures that aren't too much bigger than a person. The problem is, I've seem them rip through your Astartes Terminator Armor like it was wet cardboard.

[greyerrant]

That suggests to me it would be sensible to engage them from range.

[hideandhero]

I should also say that they tend to run in packs. And they're bloody smart.

Keep that in mind so they don't lure you into an ambush.

[greyerrant]

That suggests to me hitting them with Volkite weapons,if we could get some, but they're rare even amongst the legions.

[ What the frak is volkite? ]

[hideandhero]

[He doesn't want to seem knowledgeable so he doesn't even ask what that is.]

What you really need is anti-psyker weapons. Some basic experimentation [Thanks Jurgen] shows that they're somewhat psychic and if you can block that, they have issues temporarily.

[greyerrant]

I wouldn't even know where to start with those. We don't use psykers since Nikaea.

[hideandhero]

Uh...what?

I'd hate to beg to differ but the Imperial Guard uses sanctioned psykers and you Astartes have your fancy Librarian psykers. So I'd have to beg to differ.

[greyerrant]

That doesn't make any sense. The Emperor declared the Librarians to be forbidden to practice at Nikaea. I can understand that the Imperial Army isn't bound by the Edict but.... no, not in a few years.

[hideandhero]

You might want to spread that little tidbit to your Astartes battle brothers I nor they have heard anything about that.

[greyerrant]

Hm, strange.

...

Though, of late, the edict has been loosened. I've known at least one Ultramarine released from the edict under extreme circumstances.

[ That got him exiled from the Legion but no need to tell Cain that. ]

[hideandhero]

Ah yes, the Ultramarines. They're quite popular where I'm from. Tell me, have you heard of the Reclaimers?

[greyerrant]

No. Are they an Army Regiment?

[hideandhero]

They're Astartes but they do have a pretty good reputation among Valhallans.

[greyerrant]

I haven't heard of them, no. I wonder which Legion they are from.

[hideandhero]

I think that was the name of it.