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?

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[greyerrant]

The warrior turns around, sheened by sweat, his chest heaving a bit from exertion. When he turns, Amberley can get a good look at the more recently healed wounds on his body, paler sections where he seems to have been burned, and several puckered scars on his chest that would appear to the eye of an experienced Inquisitor to be healed sword wounds. He looks down at Amberley, blinking a few times in confusion. This may be the first time a woman has ever complimented him on his appearance, and he clearly doesn't know what to say.

"I wasn't aware. My thanks."

He notices her guard uniform, and is intrigued, it looks like an Imperial Army uniform to him, though the iconography is somewhat muddled to someone from the great Crusade.

"You are wearing flak-plate. Good safety discipline in a place like this."

He's doing his best to compliment her, really, but he's incredibly bad at women, as his long-suffering Remembrancer would likely have told her.

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[hegantha]

"Thanks!" She takes a fist to it, pounding the brestplate section. "Nothing like what I'd wear at home, but they're a bit more practical than those dresses."

Not that she doesn't like wearing dresses, but she had to suffer through frostbite because of one. So yes, she's taking the time to enjoy this gift from the tower.

"You think it suits me? I'd prefer my power armor, but at this point I think I'll take what I can get."

[greyerrant]

"I think so, yes. I'm used to seeing women in uniform, so it reminds me of the good times."

He tries to smile, and it almost touches his eyes, then looks back to his armor, a visible reminder of the dark times that came after.

[hegantha]

Amberley peeks out from behind him to see his armor.

"Sure could use one of those cogboys right about now."

[greyerrant]

"A Mechanicus Adept? I quite agree. I'm no artificer, I had company serfs for such things, or Ferrus, when he was with me."

Loken sighs slightly, clearly missing the little heretic.

[hegantha]

"Would you have brought him with you, given the chance?"

Now she was honestly curious. Coming to the tower wasn't exactly a blessing, but he'd be useful enough that personally, Amberley would have chose to bring him along give the option.

[greyerrant]

"I wouldn't have liked the necessity of it but yes, I would have done so. There are other loyal lives at stake here, and part of his oaths are to assist the Imperium as a loyal techpriest no matter where he is asked to serve."

He shrugs his shoulders, "After all, the Legions do not only take the field at moments of our choosing. The chains of command are binding, as are those of duty."

[hegantha]

So he had the same opinion as herself. Good.

"I'm glad to hear it. Though I won't go holding my breath for a techpriest to suddenly appear."

[greyerrant]

"I can hold my breath for quite some time."

He shakes his head.

"But all this is dancing around my primary concern: I have duties to execute elsewhere. And I wish to execute them. Therefore, I need to find a way out of here, for both you and myself. Do you have any ideas? You seem resourceful."

[hegantha]

Way to take that literally, Loken.

"My idea? Stay alive. I'll let you know if I come up with anything else."

[greyerrant]

"I will always be ready to listen."

He leans over the shorter woman and says quietly. "The Emperor protects. Even though I am not a... believer, I have always believed in that idea. He knows our names. Perhaps that is why I came here to be with you both."

[hegantha]

Amberley puts one hand on his shoulder. As a reaffirming gesture, and she knows he won't take it as anything else.

"The Emperor protects." She says in agreement.

[greyerrant]

He looks down at her, at the hand on his shoulder, and blinks. He's unused to mortals touching him, and it shows.

"And he also expects much of us. We'll all have to suffer a great deal more before we get out of here. Are you prepared?"

[hegantha]

He can deal with it. Amberley touches who she wants.

But that next line of his... it stings a little bit. Honestly she was still kind of shook up from her body being warped and twisted beyond anyone's repair but the tower's. But she couldn't afford to show anymore weakness. She had to be in charge.

"I am. All of the warpspawn this bloody place can offer can come, I'll be ready."

[greyerrant]

Loken nods, and sketches just a brief smile on his craggy face.

"Good. When the time comes we'll kill for the living, and our dead."