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PSA!
[I am taking myself off for a bit. I have a lot going on at home/work right now and I need to cut myself some slack.
It could be for a few days, it could be for longer.
I still love Dante and his Chapter, I enjoy the stories I have written but I just need a bit of time.
Feel free to send me discords if you want to chat sometime (If you do not have it already).
Cheers
Deb]
The space hulk drifted menacingly in the void beyond the viewport. Once she heard it had broken through to real space Ana had rushed up from the passengers quarters, determined to take a look at it for herself. Now she stood in deep concentration, scanning the drifting hulk with her mind for any life signs.
And just like the Blood Angels librarians before her, she found none. Still, she simply couldn’t escape the sense of foreboding. That Gyrinx wouldn’t have had a vision about it if it didn’t pose a threat would she?
“Where did you come from? What secrets do you hold in that jumbled up hull of yours?” She unknowingly whispered out loud.
She became aware of footsteps behind her and turned to face their maker.
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The stench hit them part way down the corridor. A combination of exposed innards and detritus. The stink of living animals packed in close together. Bioforms were biological after all. Dante switched his power armour to closed, letting it recycle the air and filter out the stink. He heard the rest of the squads behind him do the same, and Rhacelus grumbled about regretting leaving his helmet behind.
Then there was a scream so unnatural it made Dante shudder. He raised his hand indicating silence and swept the corridor ahead for movement, “Auspex!”
There was a ping and a click and the warrior with the device pointed, “This shows an increace in heat ahead, though no movement.”
Ana biomantcally enhanced her sight to see what it was, her eyes becoming two black pools to do so. A mass appeared in the gloom ahead, accruing itself over a diverging walkway and climbing up the wall. It reminded her somewhat of a slime mold, or perhaps more likely refuse.
“Well that explains the smell...” She started. The screech came once more and about half-a dozen large shapes with burning eyes lunged at them from the darkness below.
Eyes surged towards them, bolter fire answered. The shouts and movement of heavy power armour answering the attack echoed through the dark corridor. Dante drew the perdition pistol and shot at the one lurching out of the darkness towards him.
Blue fire illuminated the corridor, the blast hurling towards the foul creatures from Rhacelus’ hand. “What are they?” he shouted as he summoned another gout of huge flame.
One of the creatures was illuminated by Ana’s own shotgun blasts, it’s carapace-covered form took an appearance that was familiar but....somehow different.
“I think they’re hormagaunts!” She shouted back as the creature fell to her lightning. “But look at them!”
While they did indeed appear to belong to that particular breed of Tyranid bioform their appearance was...unique to say the least. Their eyes glowed with witch-light and some bore an unusual appearance that more closely resembled the random mutations of Chaos spawn than the at least somewhat uniform appearance of hormaguants she’d seen in the past. One particularly nasty looking one with three heads and four claws fell to a shotgun blast and she turned to kill another one with an avian head that was trying to attack the Librarian. “They look like they’ve been mutated somehow...”
She failed to notice one practically made of shadows reach out towards her from the darkness. It grabbed her with claws made of almost pure darkness, causing Ana to drop her gun, and attempted to drag her away but the ancient psyker retaliated with a burst of pure warp-lightning.
When Ana shouted about them being ‘gaunts, Dante nodded. He could sort of see that, but they were also all messed up somehow. Chaos had twisted them as it twisted all things.
“They are digusting!”
“I don’t understand the fuss about it,” Rhacelus said as he directed a shot of warp-fire at the nearest one. It exploded in a shower of black gore and viscera, “We would kill them regardless of their corruption or not!”
One of the intercessors yowled as a sharp spike was driven through his leg. He struck it with the butt of his bolt-gun. Once. Twice. On the third strike, its head exploded. He yanked the ichor covered thing free of his leg, a shower of red cascaded down his thigh, but he got to his feet. The wound did not close immediately.
Rhacelus was the first to react when Ana was seized. Dante hefted the Axe Mortalis just as Rhacelus unleashed more lightning. This one did not explode, so much as dissipate. The shadow it was made from seemed to lose form and with a distant, vapid screech, it was gone.
Dante held out his hand, “Are you alright?” he asked.
The combined lightning strike from both Rhacelus and Ana dissipated the shadow ‘guant into nothingness. She took Dante’s hand. “I’m...huff...alright...barely a scratch!” she huffed as her shoulder bled from what was most certainly not just a scratch.
“Can I look at that real quick?” she asked as she made her way over to the wounded Intercessor. The wound was deep, almost puncturing through to the other side of the leg. She got started on closing it up, stopping the bleeding as she occasionally winced from her own cut shoulder. “Well, I think I have a theory on why they’re here. They sensed the energy from the Nurglite infection and came running it seems.”
The intercessor was only too glad to be looked at, and watched in amazement (though his expression was hidden behind his helmet) as the wound closed and the pain receded. “Thank you,” he said. “Good as new!”
“Except for the hole here,” one of his companions said, pointing to the broken ceramite.
“An easy fix!” The two then rejoined their companions and set about scanning for more things to kill!
Rhacelus listened to her explanation and nodded, “That makes sense,” he agreed, “There is a certain energy, foul and... green,” he said, struggling to find the right word to describe it.
Dante paused, “So, we can establish that this place is a corrupt nest of Tyranid scum?” he said. Rhacelus nodded, “Can we detect any signs of life here? Psychically or otherwise?”
Ana felt a tingling at the back of her head that was all too familiar though it may have just been the corruption of their overall surroundings. She closed her eyes and mentally scanned for a moment before opening them. Her expression was...grave to say the least.
“There’s about a dozen or so signatures headed towards us from the opposite direction.” She said pointing down the opposite walkway but not in the direction they came from. “It seems like they’re having difficulty getting here but I think we’ve alerted them.”
Dante shook his head, “We’re not staying to face that,” he said. “We have all faced the might of Hive Fleet Leviathan and come out the other side. They are relentless and without mercy. Those that have been tainted by chaos will also be mad. We’re returning to the ship and we’ll blow this heap up from there,” he said.
He hated to leave a ship that had been theirs before to the perils out here, but he saw no other option. Everything living here would be corrupt and not as it should be anyway. “Turn around, we’re leaving!” he said, just as another pack of monsters burst through the darkness!
Virtually immortal though she may have been even Ana knew that sometimes discretion was the better part of valor. “No need to order me twice!” She proclaimed, already moving.
As they moved more of the maddened and mutatated monstrosities raced to catch up. One with tentacles on its back managed to grab her leg and start to pull her away only to be fried with a burst of psychic lightning. She hopped back to her feet and kept running, firing her side arm and more force-lightning.
Emperor alive, she thought. Why in Terra’s name did Tyranids of all things have to develop a vulnerability to Chaos? That was a question that could be considered and explored later.
Another with countless eyes wedged into every gap upon its body skittered out of the darkness. There was a noise that was halfway between a scream and a yell as it turned its gaze onto Rhacelus. The psyker gripped his head, the connections of his psychic hood flaring vivid blue.
The intercessor who had been healed by Ana blasted the creature, hitting it in the chest. It exploded in a shower of bloody pulp and black goo. Dante, not one to watch a fight happen, picked another target, beating it with the Axe Mortalis. The power field crackled as it activated, frying the creature’s blood.
“Back!” he yelled, aware that there were more coming. He could hear them now, scratching and screeching on the other side of the wall. Soon, they would break through and be surrounded.
Whatever that thing was doing to Rhacelus seemed to be having a similar effect on Ana. She collapsed to her knees and gripped the sides of her head too, her eyes ablaze with orange light until the Intercessor she’d helped before killed it. She gasped as the painful pressure on her brain was released and the entity bound to her soul seemed to hiss.
“We need to run!” She yelled as she heard the things on the other side ready to burst through. Theoretically she could stop them but to attempt it would be suicidal even for her. She had other problems to deal with before she died. “Does anyone have explosives?” She asked on impulse.
At the mention of explosives, every single Blood Angel there extended at least one grenade to her. That included Dante and Rhacelus - who didn’t like explosives? Rhacelus looked terrible, his skin pale and drawn. It seemed as though those creatures had done a number on him too.
“You three, hand your grenades over, if she needs more, Ana will ask for them. The rest of you, withdraw standard tactical,” Dante said. The moment he spoke, the Blood Angels began doing as they had been commanded. In pairs, they began making their way back down the corridor in which they had come. Occasionally, shots were fired but all in all, it was a quiet retreat.
They had moments left. Ana felt drained as well but she considered her surroundings and realized she had only one option. “I need as many grenades as I can get!” She said. “Then we need to retreat in the direction of the others for a short distance.” Her plan was probably insane and there was a strong possibility it wouldn’t work but it was the only chance her and her companions had left!
After retreating a short distance down the walkway they came to a portion of the hallway where it would be easier to bottleneck the corrupted Xenos into a kill zone. Just in time as the beasts burst through the rusted wall with defending screams and charged towards them. Despite her psychic fatigue Ana mentally lifted the grenades above her head....and hurled them as hard as she could at their foes.
More grenades were handed over as she requested them - they all carried them as a part of their standard kit. Dante formed a part of the fall back squad as well, ensuring that they all managed to retreat as safely as they could. It was done swiftly, with only a couple of shots being fired. Those were done to exterminate a creature that had been crippled before but wasn’t dead.
When he turned and saw what Ana was doing, he indicated that Rhacelus should assist her if needed. The grenades were thrown. “GO!” he yelled. With that, the squad turned and charged back the way they had came, heading for the transport. The explosion was catastrophic, echoed by the screams of vile creatures caught in the blast. The rush of hot wind flooded passed Dante, and he caught Ana’s arm, assisting her with the escape!
Ana lost almost all the energy she had left but kept up mostly thanks to Dante grabbing her arm. The hot blast from the explosion that rushed past her face and the screams from the terrible things behind them did add a bit of motivation however.
They retraced their footsteps from earlier, eventually managing to find their way back to the boarding craft but screeches begins them told the group that at least a few had survived the explosion. “Oh of course.”
Dante was tempted to just scoop Ana up and carry her, however she managed to keep pace with him just holding on to her. He did not want to leave her behind; such an act would be heartless and he considered her a friend. The terrifying noises echoed past, and then circled to come from in front of them. He sighed.
“Of course,” he echoed. He let go of her and unclipped the Axe Mortalis from his belt. “Keep going,” he said. “Rhacelus, see her to the ship!” he said before turning to face the direction the noise had come from. Dante was joined by several intercessors. “Go!” he said, “Keep falling back!” Before he could say another word, the first of the chaos beasts lunged forwards, grabbing his full attention.
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“I feel that some of our cousins could learn a great deal about that,” Dante said. He had never struggled to relate to humanity at all, he was kin to them and he knew he had come from their ranks. Some of his cousins however, the Space Wolves for instance, were far adrift from them. When her face lit up at the taste however, the thought was dismissed for another time.
“We transplanted them here, they can survive in the northern-most hemisphere before the ground becomes ice. The water in constantly filtered by a mechanicum machine to keep the radiation levels down, though they are not indigenous to the system.”
“Not far at all then, very good. I’m sure that’s quite helpful to the local populations too.” Idly, she’d sample a different pastry or finger food, popping it into her mouth and chewing with mild curiosity.
“It’s certainly been fascinating, to watch each of the Primarchs’ sons deviate from their fathers in new and inventive ways.” She commented between bites. “My kin sometimes like to guess what’s next, but it’s rare to win the betting pool.”
Dante nodded, “Partly why we brought them in,” he said. The people of Baal and its moons needed all the help they could get - if tranplanting marine life was one small way to make their lives easier, then so be it.
Her next words fascinated him, and he leaned a little further forward as she spoke, “Is that so?” he asked. “And what did you have in mind for this Chapter?” He wondered what her people had thought and whether any of them had been right!
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Casual Nudity Memes
She’d invited him to visit when he had some downtime - but Eirasa had forgotten the fact that Astartes kept strange schedules. As did she. So it was that she decided to take a shower and get changed into something more casual for resting in the middle of the day.
Calistarius would walk in on her as she was pulling on her blouse, getting a good look at some nasty scarring on her back from claws and a jagged bite mark on her hip…
And a pair of leporine ears pressed back against unbrushed hair.
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He held up his hands, “I didn’t mean offense by that,” he said swiftly. “I have only seen them once and that was brief. I thought they looked rather soft, if you want to know.”
“He was,” he confirmed when she spoke of his sire. “Do you not find it oddly hypocritical that the most beloved son was adored despite his mutations and yet, those who have them are not treated well at all?” he asked. He realised after he spoke that his words bordered on heresy and he looked away.
A small smile flickers across her face at his apology, though it fades as they continue discussing Sanguinius. There’s a beat as she considers, hands going to her hips.
“Yes, I do. If you wish for my honest opinion… it is a lesson on the importance of loyalty. Those who are most loyal to the Emperor are beloved despite their flaws. Those that are not must clearly work harder to prove said loyalty.” There’s something akin to…. bitterness, perhaps, in her tone. “What may have started as an allegorical comparison has become literal to the people of the Imperium and thus, Sanguinius is the ideal that every mutant and abhuman should strive for - otherwise, they are unworthy.”
Calistarius fell silent as he considered her words. They were heartfelt, but tinged with a sadness that he was unsure how to relate to. He was, in a way, a mutant himself, but if he had been persecuted for it, he couldn’t remember. The time before he was an astartes had gone from his memory. Nothing of who he was before remained, not even his name.
“Perhaps we are too harsh on those who are different,” he said in the end. He was unsure what else he could say. His opinions had been doctored by the Chapter and as far as he was concerned, the Imperium was the bastion of mankind. To think otherwise would be to invite the questioning minds of the Chaplains and be subejected to further testing and questions.
A guardsman with two golden orbs for eyes and a massive wound which seemed to bisect his torso with golden light gave a salute “Lord Commander.” He greeted (@the-undying-soldier, the living Saint dude)
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Dante turned to regard the soldier for a moment and tilted his head to the side. That did not look right, not even the slightest. The man should be dead, should be a pile of gore on the ground with vicera leaking from the wound that had chopped him in two.
Dante squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, unsure if he was seeing things correctly. He had gone without sleep for... two weeks, or was it three and that had a tendency to make his mind misinterpret things.
When he opened his eyes, the wound was still there. He was too tired for this nonsense...
“Do you require assistance?” he asked, indicating the brightly glowing injury.
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It had admittedly been a few months since Selora had left Dante with that kiss. She admmittedly had been rather frustrated, scolding herself, the works. The Epilouge had been charged with a largescale supply run to the Arx Angelicum, which meant she'd have to face Dante again. A knock on her office door caused Selora to wince just a teeny bit before sighing. "Come in." Praying he wouldnt e angry with her if it was him
Dante had been through a lot since the last time he had encountered Selora. Baal had been ravaged by Hive Fleet Leviathan, and his main concern was irradicating the last of the tyrannids within the Baal system and rebuilding everything they had lost. It would take years to do so. Much had been lost forever.
When he saw it was the Epilogue that was bringing some much needed suplies, a smile touched his face. It would be good to see Selora and her crew again. For more reasons than one. He had not forgotten their snatched kisses and although he wouldn’t mind a repeat of that, he also knew a lot had happened between then and now.
He felt he had aged another few centuries.
He opened the door when she called for him to enter and stepped inside, “I cannot thank you enough for coming to our aid,” he said. “It is so good to see you.”
The door shut and he clipped the seals of his helmet free, allowing her to see his face. A new scar disappeared into his hairline, and he knew he looked tired, but a smile touched his face and that would have to do for now.
“You look more tired than I feel. I can tell even through the mask.” Selora looked worried. She wished there was more she could do to help him. Both were consistently tired, a side effect of their jobs, but she can only imagine how hard this had been. “I know you’re going to tell me no, nbut...seriously. You need a place to just crash and not be disturbed you are very welcome to just relax i here, or on your quarters on my ship. I’m serious. Your running yourself ragged worse then I do, and Im pretty terrible!”
Dante had heard that speech countless times from his advisors; he shifted a little but made no caustic response. He sighed and shook his head though, “How can I justify resting myself when I ask so many others to work long, relentless hours? I do not see my warriors resting while we rebuild our home, I do not see the thralls do so either. How can I do so when they will not?” he asked. He did relent a little however, “I will take some time later, so long as you join me in doing so. We can talk of the future between our two forces, plan some ventures and eat. How is that for a compromise?”
"Deal." Selora nodded. "You'd better hold on to that or those tyranid bodies will be the least of your troubles!"
Dante chuckled at the mild threat, believing it. “Alright then, at second night, I will return to my chambers. I will freshen up, change and then we can enjoy some of the food cooked by my High Chaplain and discuss campaign plans. That is in six standard hours,” he said.
Selora nodded again. "I look forward to it, Dante." She smiled a bit. She even already had an outfit in mind
Dante smiled, “Me too,” he said. He bade her farewell then, returning to attend the duties that he knew needed his utmost attention.
Six hours passed without a thought, but he was as good as his word. He had bathed, dressed in comfortable, loose fitting robes suitable for the desert climate, and awaited her attendance. His long, white hair was braided down hsi back, still damp from the bath, and his head was bare.
15, with a touch of 19
15: Clarity in all it's terror
19: Chrysanthemums swaying ceaselessly
I understand and agree with 15 but i don't get 19 xD
[Prepares for Absinthe’s wash of emotion on hearing the explanation] “A white chrysanthemum is a symbol of loyalty and devoted love. ... In general, chrysanthemums are believed to represent happiness, love, longevity and joy... Does that help?”
3 with a bit of 4
3 - Closet Alchemist
4 - The Desert Wind
Both seem fitting to me!
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It’s a quick thing. A ghosting, really. He probably didn’t even feel her lips, her boldness instantly regretted - even more than her initial accidental ‘flirting’. It could have been an accident, and she’d likely chalk it up to that, had a blush not burned across her cheeks.
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“I am surprised,” he said, “Pretty thing like you!” He wasn’t teasing, he was serious on that sentiment. He then smiled again as a thought occurred to him, “Would you like to get some more practice?” It seemed like a rather pleasing way to spend time together!
She was going to match the color of her hair if he kept making her blush. There were other things to say, maybe remind him that the ‘abhuman’ thing tended to throw people off. Perhaps a reminder that as an Inquisitor, she never had the time to really grow close to others. His offer nearly makes her squeak, too.
“Are…. are you certain…? Y-you would not… be opposed..?”
“Not at all!” he grinned. He considered for a moment and decided that he would give her a way out should she require one, “But I understand that you are a busy woman. If you are not free right now, then we can always arrange another time.” If that was the case, that was alright, but he would steal a kiss goodbye before she could run off!
"I have heard, that you like holding hands!"
Send me a very scandalous rumor about my muse to see how they would react.
Pink crept onto her cheeks at the ‘rumor’, and her mind is a jumble with possible explanations or excuses. Who told?! “M-maybe... an occasional... erm... indulgence...”
Calistarius’ eyes widened as he heard this shocking revelation, “And I thought you were so innocent...” he said, shaking his head. The smile on his face was barely concealed as he spoke.
exhaustion (medical whump starters meme)
He had fallen asleep at his desk again. The data-slate pushed forward, paper scrunched up and cast aside to make a bit of room. Dante has rested his head on his folded arms in lieu of a better pillow. It didn’t matter that he was in his armour, it didn’t matter that he still had his helmet on either. He had lost count of the days and nights he had been awake and it finally caught up with him. Sleeping at his desk was not a regular thing, but it had happened more than once. Sometimes, it just fell that way…
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Mephiston’s words were answered with a mental sigh. +I understand. I won’t bring it up again even though my nerves will be frayed. I think any of us would act like him if we were in his position.+ Samantha wondered if she would ever live as long as Dante or even more. Most Astartes died in the field of battle before becoming ancient. The possibility of living to such an old age was frightening.
Her eyes went from Mephiston to Dante. “Do I want to know what happened in the Rigell system?” God-Emperor, hopefully it wouldn’t be nightmare fuel!
Mephiston gave a sly look to the Commander, who returned it with a look that could have killed lesser men.
“There were events there that changed the lives of several of our Chapter Members. One in particular, though we did promise not to speak of it,” Dante said.
“If the planet is under threat… how do you think he would react if we did nothing?” Mephiston said. “He is our brother, regardless of personal opinions and-”
“I am sending a contingent Mephiston, I wouldn’t abandon those of our blood.”
Mephiston silenced himself, knowing Dante meant what he said. “Have you told Astorath?”
“Not yet.”
Their conversation made her bite her bottom lip. From the looks of it whatever happened was bad and Dante wasn’t too happy about it. She didn’t know if she would be allowed to ask questions about the topic at hand since it seemed to be quite personal. Sometimes disagreements between descendants of the same primarch were quite thorny.
She kept drinking the sweet drink until she decided to bite the bullet. “So, from one to ten how had is the problem? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
Dante took another sip of the delicious cold drink and smiled at Samantha. “I think perhaps we are playing this up rather much,” he said. “It depends what has happened on the planet, I only have a request for assistance at the moment, nothing more.”
“The High Chaplain has family on the planet,” Mephiston said, seeing no reason to hide that. “Though I am unaware to what extent. When we were there previously, he… made friends… with one of the locals.”
“A rare occurance for the High Chaplain indeed, however, as the situation called for, I swore aid to them should they need it. Astorath remained there a while, ensuring the planet was safe before departing. He will need to know this has happened…”
Now that made Samantha lift an eyebrow. Astorath as far as she knew made honor to his alias. If her suspicions were right and Dante’s words meant he’d found a lover then that meant that perhaps the High Chaplain wasn’t so grim after all.
“So in a nutshell Astorath has special connections to that planet and as such he wishes for it to remain safe? Then I hope that whatever problem in there isn’t particularly bad for his sake.”
“He does, though I would appreciate it if you made no mention of this. Our High Chaplain values his privacy a great deal,” Dante said. He perhaps shouldn’t have mentioned it in the first place but done was done.
He then looked at the Chief Librarian, who sucked on the straw in his drink, and said, “I may well send the both of you, now that you know about this,” he said.
“The contingent leaves in an hour, unless you have anything else that requires urgent attention, I suggest you get yourselves ready.”
Samantha opened her eyes wide. She hadn’t left Baal ever since she arrived here so the trip made her uneasy. Fortunately Mephiston would also be there so at least she wouldn’t be alone among people she didn’t know.
After finishing the drink the apothecary rose up from her seat and bowed. “I will fulfill the mission to my best. Farewell.” And so she left, of course taking the glass with her!
As soon as she was ready she showed up at the rendezvous point. “I wonder if Mephiston has already arrived. Everyone else is already here.”
Mephiston accepted the order without question. He was used to being thrown here and there now. This mission was an important one, and although he and Astorath rarely saw eye to eye, protecting the family of one of their own had to be done without question, regardless of personal animosity.
He arrived at the pick up point within the hour. It did not appear as though he had anything else with him, except for the book that was now chained to his side.
When he saw Samantha, he immediately went over to her. “Are you alright?” he asked, “You look…” he struggled for a word momentarily, “Nervous.”
The Apothecary smiled nervously at Mephiston. “I haven’t left Baal ever since I came to the planet. To leave its safety after so long….”, she sighed. “At least I won’t be alone in this mission. There’s you and possibly the other friends I made in the chapter. Damn, I do nervous, don’t I?”
She wringed her hands as she bit her bottom lip. “I sure hope Astorath’s kin are friendly because Astorath is well, Astorath.” She kicked a stray pebble. “We have never fought nor anything like that, but his presence makes my skin crawl.”
Her eyes then went to the rest of contingent. “Well, shall we get going?”
“There is nothing to worry about,” Mephiston said. “I do not know how you came to be with us, but you are among those who consider you kin.” Maybe not a brother, but certainly a beloved cousin. “Be calm,” he said, not unkindly.
Mephiston raised an arched eyebrow at her assessment of Astorath. “Is that so?” he asked, “What is it about him that makes you feel thus?” he asked as he began walking towards the Thunderhawk. “Is it the deep black eyes or the perpetual scowl on his face?” he asked.
Astorath was one of the few members of the Chapter - the ONLY member of the Chapter - that people disliked more than he!
It had admittedly been a few months since Selora had left Dante with that kiss. She admmittedly had been rather frustrated, scolding herself, the works. The Epilouge had been charged with a largescale supply run to the Arx Angelicum, which meant she'd have to face Dante again. A knock on her office door caused Selora to wince just a teeny bit before sighing. "Come in." Praying he wouldnt e angry with her if it was him
Dante had been through a lot since the last time he had encountered Selora. Baal had been ravaged by Hive Fleet Leviathan, and his main concern was irradicating the last of the tyrannids within the Baal system and rebuilding everything they had lost. It would take years to do so. Much had been lost forever.
When he saw it was the Epilogue that was bringing some much needed suplies, a smile touched his face. It would be good to see Selora and her crew again. For more reasons than one. He had not forgotten their snatched kisses and although he wouldn’t mind a repeat of that, he also knew a lot had happened between then and now.
He felt he had aged another few centuries.
He opened the door when she called for him to enter and stepped inside, “I cannot thank you enough for coming to our aid,” he said. “It is so good to see you.”
The door shut and he clipped the seals of his helmet free, allowing her to see his face. A new scar disappeared into his hairline, and he knew he looked tired, but a smile touched his face and that would have to do for now.
“You look more tired than I feel. I can tell even through the mask.” Selora looked worried. She wished there was more she could do to help him. Both were consistently tired, a side effect of their jobs, but she can only imagine how hard this had been. “I know you’re going to tell me no, nbut...seriously. You need a place to just crash and not be disturbed you are very welcome to just relax i here, or on your quarters on my ship. I’m serious. Your running yourself ragged worse then I do, and Im pretty terrible!”
Dante had heard that speech countless times from his advisors; he shifted a little but made no caustic response. He sighed and shook his head though, “How can I justify resting myself when I ask so many others to work long, relentless hours? I do not see my warriors resting while we rebuild our home, I do not see the thralls do so either. How can I do so when they will not?” he asked. He did relent a little however, “I will take some time later, so long as you join me in doing so. We can talk of the future between our two forces, plan some ventures and eat. How is that for a compromise?”
"Deal." Selora nodded. "You'd better hold on to that or those tyranid bodies will be the least of your troubles!"
Dante chuckled at the mild threat, believing it. “Alright then, at second night, I will return to my chambers. I will freshen up, change and then we can enjoy some of the food cooked by my High Chaplain and discuss campaign plans. That is in six standard hours,” he said.
It had admittedly been a few months since Selora had left Dante with that kiss. She admmittedly had been rather frustrated, scolding herself, the works. The Epilouge had been charged with a largescale supply run to the Arx Angelicum, which meant she'd have to face Dante again. A knock on her office door caused Selora to wince just a teeny bit before sighing. "Come in." Praying he wouldnt e angry with her if it was him
Dante had been through a lot since the last time he had encountered Selora. Baal had been ravaged by Hive Fleet Leviathan, and his main concern was irradicating the last of the tyrannids within the Baal system and rebuilding everything they had lost. It would take years to do so. Much had been lost forever.
When he saw it was the Epilogue that was bringing some much needed suplies, a smile touched his face. It would be good to see Selora and her crew again. For more reasons than one. He had not forgotten their snatched kisses and although he wouldn’t mind a repeat of that, he also knew a lot had happened between then and now.
He felt he had aged another few centuries.
He opened the door when she called for him to enter and stepped inside, “I cannot thank you enough for coming to our aid,” he said. “It is so good to see you.”
The door shut and he clipped the seals of his helmet free, allowing her to see his face. A new scar disappeared into his hairline, and he knew he looked tired, but a smile touched his face and that would have to do for now.
“You look more tired than I feel. I can tell even through the mask.” Selora looked worried. She wished there was more she could do to help him. Both were consistently tired, a side effect of their jobs, but she can only imagine how hard this had been. “I know you’re going to tell me no, nbut...seriously. You need a place to just crash and not be disturbed you are very welcome to just relax i here, or on your quarters on my ship. I’m serious. Your running yourself ragged worse then I do, and Im pretty terrible!”
Dante had heard that speech countless times from his advisors; he shifted a little but made no caustic response. He sighed and shook his head though, “How can I justify resting myself when I ask so many others to work long, relentless hours? I do not see my warriors resting while we rebuild our home, I do not see the thralls do so either. How can I do so when they will not?” he asked. He did relent a little however, “I will take some time later, so long as you join me in doing so. We can talk of the future between our two forces, plan some ventures and eat. How is that for a compromise?”
Some sort of hairy, mostly-white Beast trundles up to Dante. It places its little white forepaws on his golden power armour boot and stands up, sniffing the air as it inspects him, plumed light-brown tail writhing. "Mewwwh?" it asks.
Dante turned his mask-covered face down to see what manner of creature had made the noise. It reminded him of a smaller version of a felinid that was native to Baal. “Where did you come from?” he asked it; the instinct to talk to small, furry creatures appeared to survive the transition into transhuman. “What can I do for you? Are you hungry?”
“YooOOww,” the Beast elaborated, then “AAOWR!!” it exclaimed. The pink mouth held sharp, predatory fangs that were clearly visible as it vocalised.
It hopped down from his boot and ran in a little circle, as if that helped anything, and then violently headbutted his armoured shin.
BONK.
Dante smiled behind his helmet and bent down to run an armoured hand over the small creature. He was surprisingly gentle for one wearing such bulky armour.
“Well then little huntress, let’s see what we can find you to eat shall we?” he asked.
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Thought of the Day: May the Emperor’s Wrath forever cleanse our souls
