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@guardsmenbrutis
To my lovly followers I am not dead just the good General has been quite in my head lately. And I am also sadden to tell you that the real Onyx the one Brutis war dog is named and based off of has passed away. I had 14 good years with him and he will be missed by everyone in my family. Rest easy big guy I'll take the watch from here.
Look at what we have here. A mere mon-keigh here for the harvest!
Brutis draws his bolt pistol, readying his power sword. “I am a General in the imperial guard you’ll find I am not that easy of prey witch!” Brutis held firm his gaze cold and steady, his faith unwavering. His war dog Onyx clad in armor paced back and forth in front of him growling.
She is on the ceiling and proceeds to hiss at the war dog. “Your rank does not matter to me as much as your skin and bones do to me.” She grins mischievously.
Onyx barks and growls louder pushing agenst Brutis to create more distance between him and the foe. Brutis glances up “My skin and bones hu? Bigger demons have made that claim before, all have tasted the bite of my sword.” Brutis flicks a switch as power acrs threw his sword. “The Emperor gives me strength, he is my shield my faith is unshackable!” He grins “You picked the wrong guardsmen!” He lets loose with a hail of fire from his bolt pistol in her direction.
She cackles and skitters across the ceiling in a lizard like manner. She swings her spinal tail at Brutis. “Maybe I can yank that vocal cord from that precious little throat of yours. Do not make me bring in my creation mon-keigh!”
He dodges quickly as the spiked tail scrapes accross his chest armor, swinging his sword upwards at it. Recovering quickly firing again at her “My vocal cord are fine right where they are!” Onyx moved quickly tracking her across the ceiling leaping for the tail to get a hold of it. “And your creation bound to be able to give me a better fight then you coward!”
She hissed at Brutis. “Let’s get this party started!” Brutis hears a stampede running in and flapping of wings. “Come here my babies! Mommy needs you!” He is greeted by a young lady with patches of coal black skin, her right arm is similar to a standard mandrake’s arm, black feathered wings affixed to her back, she is adorned in the armor a Drukhari Scourge would wear and a dark lance in hand. Behind this creature were two wracks pumped up and ready to attack.
Brutis readies himself as the new foes enter he begins to chuckle. “Those are your babys? More like a rag tag bunch of misfits that got draged threw the scum on my boots and shit out the other side, and here I thought this was going to be a fight.”
He presses his micro bead brodcasting on broadband “You also forgot one thing witch, I am a General I have body guards Ohhh Roc theres dark eldar that need a lesson in manners.” The loud thumping of feet hitting the ground as a large bone head Ogyrn name Roc enters flanked by two other Ogyrn. “Er ernal is his ting orthing ou? We mash it good.”
The patched up scourge backs away a few steps aiming at one of the Ogryns. She looks back and whistles for more wracks. Four more wracks rush in. The haemonculous watches from above. “I don’t call your babies ugly…well not in their face of course.” She lowers herself down and walks up close to Brutis and playfully bites at the air, but is close enough to get face to face with him. He gets a glimpse of sharp teeth in her mouth all made of metal. “Haemonculous Mer'cie Painbearer. I will ensure you remember this name.” She smirks.
Roc lets out a growl as she dropped the ceiling Onyx stood broadside at Brutis feet growling. She could see Brutis was no stranger to pain as a black metal plate covered his right eye with a aquila on it scaring littered face. He smirked a little as she got close taking in his foe “Since I know your name its only polite. I am General Brutis Gladorus commander of the 7th Unlimbic infantry division.” He takes a step back readying himself for the coming attack “If you really are a painbringer I hope you can do better then thr kidney stone I passed this morning.”
Dakka heard the alert as it took him a moment to get there as he ordered Brutis’s men to secure the ship. As he ran to get i to the fray he kept his hand on his power blade looking dangers on the way. As he noted he had a few men following up suit as he snorted. This was not the time to argue as there were the hated xenos race he had a personal gripe with. “Boys keep range and cober the tanks.”
Darting in his other hand drew his single use dart gun as his other drew his blade as he shifted it to a fast sensory deprivation drug. Barking out he saw a familer back, “Boys! Spring board.” It was something he worked with the ogruns as he stepped on the calf, caught a hold on the belt, and kept moving back as his boots found holds on the armor before springing off the shoulders of the large mutant. A sharp shot hit the sourge with a drug as the power sword sparked to life as he swung his weight about to severing tubing and smashing through a chemical holding container as he threw the gun at the other wrack to give them something else to think about as he placed himself between the twisted. Chemically made dark eldars as this was where he could do the most damage and turn thw wracks on each other as this was all about redirecting their attacks into each other.
Brutis smiled as his old friend came on scene "My turn."
Brutis lunged into the fray firing his bolt pistol into the mass of wracks before slaming into one shoulder first knocking one down as Onyx dug his fangs into it ripping out its throat. Brutis took a half step back reseting himself before using his power sword aided by the strength of his mechanical arm to cleave another as the smell of blood searing off the blade starts to fill the air.
Roc roared as he and his Ogyrn made short work of the remain wracks crushing and smashing there way into them.
Look at what we have here. A mere mon-keigh here for the harvest!
Brutis draws his bolt pistol, readying his power sword. “I am a General in the imperial guard you’ll find I am not that easy of prey witch!” Brutis held firm his gaze cold and steady, his faith unwavering. His war dog Onyx clad in armor paced back and forth in front of him growling.
She is on the ceiling and proceeds to hiss at the war dog. “Your rank does not matter to me as much as your skin and bones do to me.” She grins mischievously.
Onyx barks and growls louder pushing agenst Brutis to create more distance between him and the foe. Brutis glances up “My skin and bones hu? Bigger demons have made that claim before, all have tasted the bite of my sword.” Brutis flicks a switch as power acrs threw his sword. “The Emperor gives me strength, he is my shield my faith is unshackable!” He grins “You picked the wrong guardsmen!” He lets loose with a hail of fire from his bolt pistol in her direction.
She cackles and skitters across the ceiling in a lizard like manner. She swings her spinal tail at Brutis. “Maybe I can yank that vocal cord from that precious little throat of yours. Do not make me bring in my creation mon-keigh!”
He dodges quickly as the spiked tail scrapes accross his chest armor, swinging his sword upwards at it. Recovering quickly firing again at her “My vocal cord are fine right where they are!” Onyx moved quickly tracking her across the ceiling leaping for the tail to get a hold of it. “And your creation bound to be able to give me a better fight then you coward!”
She hissed at Brutis. “Let’s get this party started!” Brutis hears a stampede running in and flapping of wings. “Come here my babies! Mommy needs you!” He is greeted by a young lady with patches of coal black skin, her right arm is similar to a standard mandrake’s arm, black feathered wings affixed to her back, she is adorned in the armor a Drukhari Scourge would wear and a dark lance in hand. Behind this creature were two wracks pumped up and ready to attack.
Brutis readies himself as the new foes enter he begins to chuckle. “Those are your babys? More like a rag tag bunch of misfits that got draged threw the scum on my boots and shit out the other side, and here I thought this was going to be a fight.”
He presses his micro bead brodcasting on broadband “You also forgot one thing witch, I am a General I have body guards Ohhh Roc theres dark eldar that need a lesson in manners.” The loud thumping of feet hitting the ground as a large bone head Ogyrn name Roc enters flanked by two other Ogyrn. “Er ernal is his ting orthing ou? We mash it good.”
The patched up scourge backs away a few steps aiming at one of the Ogryns. She looks back and whistles for more wracks. Four more wracks rush in. The haemonculous watches from above. “I don’t call your babies ugly…well not in their face of course.” She lowers herself down and walks up close to Brutis and playfully bites at the air, but is close enough to get face to face with him. He gets a glimpse of sharp teeth in her mouth all made of metal. “Haemonculous Mer'cie Painbearer. I will ensure you remember this name.” She smirks.
Roc lets out a growl as she dropped the ceiling Onyx stood broadside at Brutis feet growling. She could see Brutis was no stranger to pain as a black metal plate covered his right eye with a aquila on it scaring littered face. He smirked a little as she got close taking in his foe "Since I know your name its only polite. I am General Brutis Gladorus commander of the 7th Unlimbic infantry division." He takes a step back readying himself for the coming attack "If you really are a painbringer I hope you can do better then thr kidney stone I passed this morning."
Look at what we have here. A mere mon-keigh here for the harvest!
Brutis draws his bolt pistol, readying his power sword. “I am a General in the imperial guard you’ll find I am not that easy of prey witch!” Brutis held firm his gaze cold and steady, his faith unwavering. His war dog Onyx clad in armor paced back and forth in front of him growling.
She is on the ceiling and proceeds to hiss at the war dog. “Your rank does not matter to me as much as your skin and bones do to me.” She grins mischievously.
Onyx barks and growls louder pushing agenst Brutis to create more distance between him and the foe. Brutis glances up “My skin and bones hu? Bigger demons have made that claim before, all have tasted the bite of my sword.” Brutis flicks a switch as power acrs threw his sword. “The Emperor gives me strength, he is my shield my faith is unshackable!” He grins “You picked the wrong guardsmen!” He lets loose with a hail of fire from his bolt pistol in her direction.
She cackles and skitters across the ceiling in a lizard like manner. She swings her spinal tail at Brutis. “Maybe I can yank that vocal cord from that precious little throat of yours. Do not make me bring in my creation mon-keigh!”
He dodges quickly as the spiked tail scrapes accross his chest armor, swinging his sword upwards at it. Recovering quickly firing again at her “My vocal cord are fine right where they are!” Onyx moved quickly tracking her across the ceiling leaping for the tail to get a hold of it. “And your creation bound to be able to give me a better fight then you coward!”
She hissed at Brutis. “Let’s get this party started!” Brutis hears a stampede running in and flapping of wings. “Come here my babies! Mommy needs you!” He is greeted by a young lady with patches of coal black skin, her right arm is similar to a standard mandrake’s arm, black feathered wings affixed to her back, she is adorned in the armor a Drukhari Scourge would wear and a dark lance in hand. Behind this creature were two wracks pumped up and ready to attack.
Brutis readies himself as the new foes enter he begins to chuckle. "Those are your babys? More like a rag tag bunch of misfits that got draged threw the scum on my boots and shit out the other side, and here I thought this was going to be a fight."
He presses his micro bead brodcasting on broadband "You also forgot one thing witch, I am a General I have body guards Ohhh Roc theres dark eldar that need a lesson in manners." The loud thumping of feet hitting the ground as a large bone head Ogyrn name Roc enters flanked by two other Ogyrn. "Er ernal is his ting orthing ou? We mash it good."
Look at what we have here. A mere mon-keigh here for the harvest!
Brutis draws his bolt pistol, readying his power sword. “I am a General in the imperial guard you’ll find I am not that easy of prey witch!” Brutis held firm his gaze cold and steady, his faith unwavering. His war dog Onyx clad in armor paced back and forth in front of him growling.
She is on the ceiling and proceeds to hiss at the war dog. “Your rank does not matter to me as much as your skin and bones do to me.” She grins mischievously.
Onyx barks and growls louder pushing agenst Brutis to create more distance between him and the foe. Brutis glances up “My skin and bones hu? Bigger demons have made that claim before, all have tasted the bite of my sword.” Brutis flicks a switch as power acrs threw his sword. “The Emperor gives me strength, he is my shield my faith is unshackable!” He grins “You picked the wrong guardsmen!” He lets loose with a hail of fire from his bolt pistol in her direction.
She cackles and skitters across the ceiling in a lizard like manner. She swings her spinal tail at Brutis. “Maybe I can yank that vocal cord from that precious little throat of yours. Do not make me bring in my creation mon-keigh!”
He dodges quickly as the spiked tail scrapes accross his chest armor, swinging his sword upwards at it. Recovering quickly firing again at her "My vocal cord are fine right where they are!" Onyx moved quickly tracking her across the ceiling leaping for the tail to get a hold of it. "And your creation bound to be able to give me a better fight then you coward!"
Look at what we have here. A mere mon-keigh here for the harvest!
Brutis draws his bolt pistol, readying his power sword. “I am a General in the imperial guard you’ll find I am not that easy of prey witch!” Brutis held firm his gaze cold and steady, his faith unwavering. His war dog Onyx clad in armor paced back and forth in front of him growling.
She is on the ceiling and proceeds to hiss at the war dog. “Your rank does not matter to me as much as your skin and bones do to me.” She grins mischievously.
Onyx barks and growls louder pushing agenst Brutis to create more distance between him and the foe. Brutis glances up "My skin and bones hu? Bigger demons have made that claim before, all have tasted the bite of my sword." Brutis flicks a switch as power acrs threw his sword. "The Emperor gives me strength, he is my shield my faith is unshackable!" He grins "You picked the wrong guardsmen!" He lets loose with a hail of fire from his bolt pistol in her direction.
The sound of Power-Armored boots were heard approaching the Guard General from behind. Vespus Linneaus had been pointed in Brutis' direction, and he desired to see his old comrade from his days in the Inquisition. It wasn't hard for Vespus to locate Brutis. He was a Blood Raven, after all, and knowledge was their thing. "Brutis," Vespus mentioned as he approached his comrade. "It has been some time since we last met, hasn't it?"
Brutis was clearing a path threw his office to see the damage to his private armory he herd the heavy foot steps but he didnt give it a second thought continuing moving objects out of his way. Bruris uses his mechanical arm to rip the door open to his vault as he listened to the familure voice. “Vespus you old dog finally got off the wreak of a hulk…” He turns around as Vespus could make out the rossaries on his belt and mechanical left arm, reaching in the safe pulling out what was left of various different weapons “Ulkair that was messy stuff glad you made it out ok. We have already suffered enough losses with the fall of Cadia.” Brutis finds what he was looking for pulling out his power rapier “Here it is.” He flicks the switch as nothing happens “Broken…” He looks back at Vespus “So what brings you around these parts cant be the view.”
Vespus managed to crack a smile seeing his old companion back. “Regis had informed me you were in the area, and I sought to revisit my old companions from my days in the Inquisition. I was informed you were promoted to General. Is there truth to this claim?”
Vespus eyed Brutis up and down. Seemed that he had been through a great deal of battle lately. Vespus decided against commenting on Ulkair. It was indeed a difficult battle, but Vespus simply wished to forget all about that Daemon and the damage he inflicted on the Blood Ravens. “I see you have taken quite a few wounds since we last met.”
Brutis chuckles tapping the rank insignia on his collar "Yes they seem to be short on experienced officers, so in some cruel joke promoted me." He flexes his mechanical arm around "I lost this some time back in a battle with the Tau, the same battle I lost my radio operator Thadius. I am not a fan of mechanical agmentation but getting it was a matter of nessesity rather then want, but it has its uses." Brutis picks up rapier and starts to open up the power compartment.
"You must of heard that myself 3 guardsmen regiments, and a lance of knights are about to go out on patrol to reinforce Imperial presents on a few worlds having rebelion uprisings. Is that why you came back? Be nice to get the band back together again."
Look at what we have here. A mere mon-keigh here for the harvest!
Brutis draws his bolt pistol, readying his power sword. "I am a General in the imperial guard you'll find I am not that easy of prey witch!" Brutis held firm his gaze cold and steady, his faith unwavering. His war dog Onyx clad in armor paced back and forth in front of him growling.
The sound of Power-Armored boots were heard approaching the Guard General from behind. Vespus Linneaus had been pointed in Brutis' direction, and he desired to see his old comrade from his days in the Inquisition. It wasn't hard for Vespus to locate Brutis. He was a Blood Raven, after all, and knowledge was their thing. "Brutis," Vespus mentioned as he approached his comrade. "It has been some time since we last met, hasn't it?"
Brutis was clearing a path threw his office to see the damage to his private armory he herd the heavy foot steps but he didnt give it a second thought continuing moving objects out of his way. Bruris uses his mechanical arm to rip the door open to his vault as he listened to the familure voice. "Vespus you old dog finally got off the wreak of a hulk..." He turns around as Vespus could make out the rossaries on his belt and mechanical left arm, reaching in the safe pulling out what was left of various different weapons "Ulkair that was messy stuff glad you made it out ok. We have already suffered enough losses with the fall of Cadia." Brutis finds what he was looking for pulling out his power rapier "Here it is." He flicks the switch as nothing happens "Broken..." He looks back at Vespus "So what brings you around these parts cant be the view."
The reports
The shattered broken shell of what once was the 3rd fleet limped into space dock.
“Reports are in my Lord….”
Lord Admiral Kilos held out his hand as he took the pad looking it over.
“Status of the torch and remaining ships?”
“Sir the Colonel has set up triage centers in hangers two and three, his guardsmen are assisting teams in recovery and repair. Void shields are collapsed, we have multiple breaches across most decks, we have one lance battery online but its questionable, and only 15% of macro and defense weapons are online. We are currently towing the cruiser Armageddon her main drive section is still open to void space, the rest of the fleet is in need of major refit and repair.”
“Inform Segmentium Command, if they are still alive that the 3rd fleet is combat ineffective for the foreseeable future.”
The ships remaining astropath began to shake violently as he struggle to receive a message.
“Message….encrypted…..code violet…”
“Find Colonel Gladorus now I need him and the remaining senior officers in whats left of my office.”
In hanger two Brutis had his hands full. Wounded were laid across the blood slick floor, body bags were half haphazardly stacked where ever there was room.
“YOUR A GUARDSMEN DAMN IT! HOLD STILL OR ILL RIP THE DAMN ARM OFF!” He pushed down on a guardsmen as a doctor was attempting to remove a crushed arm.
“Doc cant we give him anything?”
“Sir we ran out of stims hours ago just hold him!”
Brutis look down at the guardsmen. “ This is going to hurt.” He grabbed him with his servo arm squeezing tightly on the crushed arm. “Now cut damn it!”
With one quick slice from the powered blade the arm was off. The guardsmen screamed with the sudden rush of pain as he lost concessions.
A naval officer rushed into Brutis view as he was wiping the blood off his hands.
“Sir you and the remain officers are wanted on the bridge.”
“What could the old man want now emperor damn it! Fine your in charge down here see to the wounded.”
Brutis pushed his micro bead “If your a officer and alive get to the bridge now. Gally, Juno get over to the Armageddon find a tech priest team get that breach sealed.”
As Brutis walked threw the decks tech priest and servitors struggled to keep systems online. Men nodded at him as they removed dead from the rubble. “I don’t know what held her together this ships just as stubborn as the Admiral.” Brutis makes it to the door of the Admirals office he pressed the button as it sparked “Come on….” He grabbed the door seam with his arm and yanked it open.
Kilos looked up “You know theirs a manual override.”
“With all do respect sir I don’t care.”
Kilos chuckled “You haven’t lost your charm Colonel.”
A few officers all battered and bloody entered shortly after.
“Gentlemen the reason I have summoned you all here is we have received a transmission from Terra.” Kilos turned on the holo map as it fizzled and flickered. “We lost Cadia, the Cadia defense fleet is all but gone, countless dead guardsmen and space marine forces. And most of the fleets that were called in for support are in worse shape then us believe it or not. Terra was assaulted by chaos forces but the Lord commander had beaten them back. The segmentum is split in half and the eye has grown exponentially.”
“So we are lost.” A officer said as Brutis threw his cup at him.
“NO! We are not lost not as long as I draw breath…” Drawing his bolt pistol pointing it at him. “ And speak like that is Heresy..”
“Stay your pistol Colonel!” Kilos barked out looking him dead in the eyes. “Save that wrath of yours for chaos.”
Brutis looked over holstering his pistol “We will talk about this later Captian.”
“We can’t be at each others throats or chaos will win…” He punched up another screen showing the current Intel on chaos forces. “Our orders after we are space worthy again we are to head out to these three different sectors to show the people of the Imperium we are still in command of this space that the Emperors light has not faded from them. Rebellions have already started to break out chaos cold grip is starting to take hold. And it is our job to stop it, you’ll get your chance for pay back General Brutis….”
Brutis looked up “You talking to me Admiral?
Kilos tossed him some General pins “Just came threw it appears we are short on experienced officers.”
Brutis looked at the pins “Sir what about my boy’s?”
‘You have been given command of three Unlimbic units the 707th, 706th light Infantry and the 2nd Lance from House Gilith. They should arrive in the next couple of days. You will depart on the troop transport Fury with 6 escort ships. Rigous 2 is having a problem with what they think is rebellious forces the Torch will join you as soon as we can.” Kilos holds out a pad with his orders on it, and taking the pins out of Brutis hands pinning them to his collar. He snaps a quick salute. “Good Hunting General Brutis, now if you’ll excuse me gentlemen we have 6 hrs till space dock, we are still towing a Cruiser.” Kilos exits heading to the battle bridge.
Brutis looks at the officers in the room “You heard the man go.” Brutis switches to a broadband vox signal “All hands this is Col….General Brutis we will be reaching space dock in 6 hrs its been a long 8 months lets not, let her down now.”
“Wait, General? How we really been inching limping our way home so long they finally collard him into the job?”, Serphina said as she looked up from where she had been leaning against the wall. Her face was thinner and tinged grey with fatigue and hunger but a weak smile spread across her face as she made her way back to the Navigator.
“Ya hear that Mister Sims? We’re almost out of the warp spawned hell. Get ya some proper help.”, she said as she cheeked the man again.
Since they had fleed the fight, she had been helping with the Navigator after he lost most and burned through the rest of his aides as well as helping with the choir. Both tasked had drained her greatly and left those around her concerned for how long she could hold out. She had noticed how jumpy some of the guardsmen would get when she would slump or stagger. She couldn’t really blame them, no one wanted to be near if a psyker lost themselves and became consumed by the things that lurked in that warp. Still, the last thing she wanted was a battle thin guardsmen with an itchy trigger finger to get spooked.
Your companions would make sure that the fool that ended you would not outlive you long., came a reply to her unspoken concern.
“Not really a comforting thought.”, she muttered as she left the sleeping Navigator. She patted her leg as the door closed behind her and listened as her dog got up from where he had been laying outside the chamber. The months of slow travel and restricted rations showed in bother master and pet. He was thinner and there were a few scares that he had gotten from combat as well as some starved crewmen that took to see him as a fresh meal. Even one of her cats had been a target, the small black cat was now short a tail.
“Come on Rantun, les go congratulate Brutis.”, she said as she softly caressed the torn ear of her dog.
“An think of how close we are to a good meal and a nice long hot bath.”, she said as a sigh escaped her lips as the thought of a hot bath.
“Well you might be fine wit the way you smell but I don’t.”, she said with a dry bark of a laugh at the whining sound her dog made at the mention of a bath. Her hand rested lighting on top of Rantuns head as they slowly made their way to the last place the psyker had known her friend to be.
Mister Sims smiled weakly behind his rebreather, as these last few months have been exhausting on him, his wounds half haphazardly stitched together and his mind ever fighting the urge to give in. Looking over to the guardsmen assigned to keep watch then looking over to Serphina “Thank you...please don’t be too hard on Brutis he still cant find his son....” He slipped away to sleep as a aide increased his stims.
On the Cruiser Armageddon Gally and Juno worked with the tech priest to get the main engines online. Gally using his mechanical limbs lifted huge chunks of metal plate holding them in place to seal the ship from open space. “Juno! Did they just say General?!”
Juno lifted his welding helmet adjusting his rebreather “I think they did, I wonder how they roped the old man into that one.” Juno, and a another guardsmen welded the last piece into place. A Tech priest looked over at Gally.
“You guardsmen put that cable into that slot...” looking over to Juno “You, Machine god forgive me I need you to flip that switch when I tell you. We are trying a hard restart of the main drive its going to do one of two things work or explode. Torch of will, Cruiser Armageddon be ready to disconnect umbilical cable.”
“We hear you Armageddon we are ready.”
Gally hefted the cable jamming it into the slot locking it in place. “Set!”
The tech priest lowered his head “ Aktiva Cons Sequentia.” he raised a lever then hit a couple of buttons on the console “Guardsmen now!” Juno quickly lowered the lever. Power arced threw the cable slamming into the engine as the massive engine began to roar to life. “Torch! DISCONNECT!” The umbilical blew free from the torch as the lights on the Armageddon flickered but came back as the ship was now running on her own power the thrusters out back fired for the first time in months. Juno let out a cry of joy “I can’t believe that worked! Juno to General Brutis Armageddon is now online and functioning on her own power now.”
On the Torch Brutis was working on the docking control console “Copy that Juno, you and Gally finish up there then head back to the Torch.”
“Yes sir.”
Brutis reached to the back of the console seeing some wires hanging out of place “I wonder if this is the problem.” He grabbed the wires as power surged threw his mechanical arm sending it flying into other parts of the panel as the side of it bulged out from the impact. “Damn it, this close to home.” Brutis pressed his Micro bead “I’m going to need a tech priest to docking control the panels not functioning.” Moving his arm around seeing the hand drawn ruins on it had been scorched since the ship was damaged he has been assigned to watch Zetkin when her marines guards couldn't access parts of the ship. “Im going to need those fixed don’t need her shutting my arm off if she goes crazier then normal.”
He wondered what was left of the halls looking for Zetkin, and Dakka wanting to brief them on the situation of Terra, and Cadia. He see’s a Black Shield Tech marine hes seen him around before working on parts of the ship. Noticing his helmet was off he recognized some of the features of his face. “Galmech?” He rubs his eyes are he gets closer thinking exhaustion was getting the better of him “That is you! EMPEROR DAMN IT SON OF A BITCH!” Brutis lunges swinging at his shoulder pauldron with his mechanical arm landing three hits then collapses on the floor breathing heavy. “How?!” He kicks at his knee from the ground “If I weren’t so tired I would kick your genetically enhanced ass.” he pulls out a small tin putting in the last of his lytho chew. “Why didn’t you tell me? Does Zetkin know?” Onyx came rushing in hearing his owners distress, growling at Galmech but then smelling a familiar smell Onyx had thined out as well his armor where once it was tight to his body had clear gaps around it. “Come here boy.” Brutis reached into his pouch pulling out a bit of dried meat. “I was saving this but you can have it.” Onyx quickly gobbled it down.
The reports
The shattered broken shell of what once was the 3rd fleet limped into space dock.
"Reports are in my Lord...."
Lord Admiral Kilos held out his hand as he took the pad looking it over.
"Status of the torch and remaining ships?"
"Sir the Colonel has set up triage centers in hangers two and three, his guardsmen are assisting teams in recovery and repair. Void shields are collapsed, we have multiple breaches across most decks, we have one lance battery online but its questionable, and only 15% of macro and defense weapons are online. We are currently towing the cruiser Armageddon her main drive section is still open to void space, the rest of the fleet is in need of major refit and repair."
"Inform Segmentium Command, if they are still alive that the 3rd fleet is combat ineffective for the foreseeable future."
The ships remaining astropath began to shake violently as he struggle to receive a message.
"Message....encrypted.....code violet..."
"Find Colonel Gladorus now I need him and the remaining senior officers in whats left of my office."
In hanger two Brutis had his hands full. Wounded were laid across the blood slick floor, body bags were half haphazardly stacked where ever there was room.
"YOUR A GUARDSMEN DAMN IT! HOLD STILL OR ILL RIP THE DAMN ARM OFF!" He pushed down on a guardsmen as a doctor was attempting to remove a crushed arm.
"Doc cant we give him anything?"
"Sir we ran out of stims hours ago just hold him!"
Brutis look down at the guardsmen. " This is going to hurt." He grabbed him with his servo arm squeezing tightly on the crushed arm. "Now cut damn it!"
With one quick slice from the powered blade the arm was off. The guardsmen screamed with the sudden rush of pain as he lost concessions.
A naval officer rushed into Brutis view as he was wiping the blood off his hands.
"Sir you and the remain officers are wanted on the bridge."
"What could the old man want now emperor damn it! Fine your in charge down here see to the wounded."
Brutis pushed his micro bead "If your a officer and alive get to the bridge now. Gally, Juno get over to the Armageddon find a tech priest team get that breach sealed."
As Brutis walked threw the decks tech priest and servitors struggled to keep systems online. Men nodded at him as they removed dead from the rubble. "I don't know what held her together this ships just as stubborn as the Admiral." Brutis makes it to the door of the Admirals office he pressed the button as it sparked "Come on...." He grabbed the door seam with his arm and yanked it open.
Kilos looked up "You know theirs a manual override."
"With all do respect sir I don’t care."
Kilos chuckled "You haven't lost your charm Colonel."
A few officers all battered and bloody entered shortly after.
"Gentlemen the reason I have summoned you all here is we have received a transmission from Terra." Kilos turned on the holo map as it fizzled and flickered. "We lost Cadia, the Cadia defense fleet is all but gone, countless dead guardsmen and space marine forces. And most of the fleets that were called in for support are in worse shape then us believe it or not. Terra was assaulted by chaos forces but the Lord commander had beaten them back. The segmentum is split in half and the eye has grown exponentially."
"So we are lost." A officer said as Brutis threw his cup at him.
"NO! We are not lost not as long as I draw breath..." Drawing his bolt pistol pointing it at him. " And speak like that is Heresy.."
"Stay your pistol Colonel!" Kilos barked out looking him dead in the eyes. "Save that wrath of yours for chaos."
Brutis looked over holstering his pistol "We will talk about this later Captian."
"We can't be at each others throats or chaos will win..." He punched up another screen showing the current Intel on chaos forces. "Our orders after we are space worthy again we are to head out to these three different sectors to show the people of the Imperium we are still in command of this space that the Emperors light has not faded from them. Rebellions have already started to break out chaos cold grip is starting to take hold. And it is our job to stop it, you'll get your chance for pay back General Brutis...."
Brutis looked up "You talking to me Admiral?
Kilos tossed him some General pins "Just came threw it appears we are short on experienced officers."
Brutis looked at the pins "Sir what about my boy’s?”
‘You have been given command of three Unlimbic units the 707th, 706th light Infantry and the 2nd Lance from House Gilith. They should arrive in the next couple of days. You will depart on the troop transport Fury with 6 escort ships. Rigous 2 is having a problem with what they think is rebellious forces the Torch will join you as soon as we can." Kilos holds out a pad with his orders on it, and taking the pins out of Brutis hands pinning them to his collar. He snaps a quick salute. “Good Hunting General Brutis, now if you’ll excuse me gentlemen we have 6 hrs till space dock, we are still towing a Cruiser.” Kilos exits heading to the battle bridge.
Brutis looks at the officers in the room “You heard the man go.” Brutis switches to a broadband vox signal “All hands this is Col....General Brutis we will be reaching space dock in 6 hrs its been a long 8 months lets not, let her down now.”
Regis found some of his old orders as he finally located his missing lab. And this lead him to approaching the ship he knew Brutis to be on. His fingers kept on the box as he finally completed the best he could for the request of an over powered power sword. Breathing out he rocked back and forth on his feet as he was left in a room before setting the box on the table as he poked about the books looking at them. As he heard the door open he turned around to look and raised his hand in greeting.
Brutis comes back to his office
“Sir there is a Tech priest here to see you, he is waiting in your office.” his clerk told him.
“Very good, I hope this isn’t about he mess Roc made of the mess hall I have had it with these clankers complaints.”
Brutis opens the door seeing the robed figure poking threw his books there was something familiar about him. The figure turns reveling who it is.
“REGIS! YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Regis could tell age hadn’t slowed him down as he dashed at him swinging with his Servo arm. Brutis then drew his bolt pistol pointing it at Regis head as Onyx stood in the way whimpering. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t blast you back to Mars! You got some balls coming here!” Brutis reached down pulling Onyx away he stood clicking off the safety. “Im waiting clanker.”
Regis was not expecting this reaction as his expression went from a mute cheerful to puzzlement, never getting to fear as the fist collided with him. Pain exploded in his jaw as his legs buckled out from under him. all he could hear was ringing in his ears as a set of hand reached up to undo his rebreather as iron filled his mouth and his other set started to push himself up as he just tries to piece together what happened. But pain of emotions and the metal colliding with his jaw. Redness was already spreading around where his rebreather typically rests as his milky green eye focused on the shadow of Bruits as he tried to make out the words. Blood splattered on the floor as he turned his head to spit. But actions of the other and his recent experience of who he thought he was a friend filled him with terror as he started to push away from the guardsman.
Hitting the wall he stopped and just cowered there as he started shaking uncontrollably. But he pointed at the Box on the table as he just continued to shake as he balled up pulling his knees to his chest and using his arms to make as much of a shield he could out of metal. As soon as the shadow of Brutis moved away he withdrew his other arm and covered himself as he started having a full mental break down with two attacks in very quick succession from who he thought was friends. Unable to help himself he started muttering out in chattering voice, “not Siger, I’m not Siger. I’m not Siger.” His voice was breaking as his breath caught in his chest as he struggled to hold back sobs as the accusations of that the librarian said about his potential. He didn’t even register there were guns leveled at him, only that his perceived friendships were in tatters from Siger.
Brutis clenched his teeth, his finger begins to squeeze the trigger, his eye narrows on Regis. He watches as he cowers trying to cover up his body with his arms and starts to babble.
“Errr Emperor damit Regis!” He raises the pistol and puts it into its holster as Onyx walks over and starts to lick the wounded Tech Priest.
“I know your not SIger but you fucken created him! Got my…” He pauses as he thinks about Zetkin. “Friend taken away, and that unholy abomination tore her apart. Now I have to deal with a broken Psyker, and for fuck sake’s man I’m not going to kill you.” Brutis walks behind his desk pulling out a Med kit, walking back over to Regis placing it in front of him. Walking back behind his desk Brutis looks at the long box that was on it puzzled he opened it. There was the power sword he gave to him a long time ago he drew it pointing it in the air he switched it on feeling its familiar hum its weight. He noticed a second switch near the power switch, he flicked it. The sword glowed even brighter the power pulsed with increased frequency as he switched the sword off placing it back in the box.
“You remember hu? My order for this sword that’s why you came back.” Brutis sighs as he pores himself a drink. “Tell me what happened Regis.”
Regis cowered for a while longer but the panic and freak out started to calm as he continued to whine out he wasn’t Siger till it became a dull whine much like a wounded animal. Swiftly even that stopped as he fell into a sniffling silence, before a hand timidly reached out to nervously pat Onyx on the head Soon he was reaching for the med pack as he let his lenses see for him as he looked for the ice pack one can snap for instant cold. Pulling it back into his protective shield of metal he sniffled more before reaching for gauze to spit into it as not to spill more blood on the floor.
Short hicups started up as he slowly started to uncurl as he held the pack to his bruising face where his rebreather rested. Recent signs of someone repairing him was clear as his once bright eye blinked as the color was vastly dimmed form his recent trauma as he watched Brutis with wary and now a very worried eye. ”Slowly…dealing with one trauma at a time…” He mumbled as he slowly got to his feet but now skittered along the wall as he was not sure of getting close as he twitched and fidgeted. “S-s-sort of ha-had to find th-the i-i-ice lab again. M-m…at-at-attempting to m-make th-thing right e-e-even if I am i-i-irredeemable in so-some eyes. A-and bet-better off de-dead.” When it came to having to talk about what happened he visibly was distressed about it as he looked at the floor. “I…im not a Si-siger. S-some people se-seem t-to think I be-bec-c-c-come h-him. I-I-Imperal Ni Ni-Ni-Nightmare c-ca-came after m-me.G-G-Galmech must think I-I-I am a th-threat. J-ju-just wanted to de-deliver the po-power sword th-then no-not be a problem.” He poked his various fingers together or continued to Ice his face as he continues to look at the floor as he refused to look up at Brutis
Brutis sips from his drink Regis had been threw enough but now Brutis had a daunting task, he had to tell him Galmech was dead at Sigers hand. Brutis pulls out another glass pouring some whiskey it in sliding it over to him.
“Regis sit down please and have a drink. Your not beyond saving the Emperors teaches us this, you just have a lot to make up for.” He holds up the power sword again. “If you keep doing work like this you’ll do just fine.” He stands up and moves a panting off the wall revealing a safe behind it he opens it placing the sword in the blank spot next to his power rapier. Turning around “By your comments about Galmech no one has told you, Galmechs dead by Sigers hand. But to my knowledge so is Siger.” He goes over to the mannequin that held Onyx armor “Galmech mad this for Onyx and our ships Magos is good but fine craftsmanship like this isn’t his forte it needs a special hand. You up for doing some maintenance work on it? I know ive thrown a lot at you but I remember work and reading always kept you focused.” He points to his books “Take one return it when your finished.”
Timidly Regis got closer to the chair before sitting down as he continued to look at the floor before his work is praised. “its the only good thing I can seem to do…” The color from his face drained as the bruising darkened as he heard Siger was back some how as his eye shook slightly. “People did qu-question me ab-about how i could come back and if siger could but it all takes a long time of p-prep w-work. B-But I di-didnt k…” his voice trailed off as he thought about the issue with the memory glitch he has had. “I was hoping it was justvery much theoretical q-questioning.” His voice kept dropping as it dawned on him Galmech was now gone and Siger came back some how. Maybe that was why the Libarian came for him but the kids saved him as far as he put together.
But why was the Libarian after him then unless Galmech’s death was blamed on him. Shrinking in the chair, he covered his face and started to shake as he he felt the guilt resting on his shoulders. “A-ah I… Could see to repairing and m-maintaining the a-armor. Be-been reading a-ah… Novels and h-help books recently. I.. hmm d-do you have a-any understanding te-teen books? G-got a few th-that keep hanging out a-around w-were i set up.” He spat into the gauze as he closed his eye as he continued to ice the bruising. “S-sort of been tr-trying to help s-some troubled kids. Before… hmm…th-they va-vanish again.”
Brutis watches Regis noticing his confidence was shot. “There might be something in there from when my son was younger but I’m not sure he grew up in the guard.” Brutis takes a sip of his drink and lights a lithostick. He sighs looking at Regis face “I hit you that hard hu?” he moves his servo arm around “Still getting use to this thing. I don’t know how you tech priest do it I cant stand it.” He picks up a data slate skimming over the information that was on it.
“Regis I was never really mad at you just more of disappointed, we were friends and wish you came to me with this whole Siger thing we could of kept it in the family, I could of helped. I didn’t enjoy having to pull strings and go to some of my more unsavory contacts to find out what I did.” He stands up patting Onyx on his head as he walked by his drake stretched out opening its wings.
“I know little buddy I know.” He gave him a bit of meat. Brutis walks over to Onyxs armor stand picking up the armor. “Why don’t we take a walk Ill carry this down to your lab for you its a bit on the heavy side. I’ve been trying to make repairs as I could but I’m not a tech guy.”
Regis found some of his old orders as he finally located his missing lab. And this lead him to approaching the ship he knew Brutis to be on. His fingers kept on the box as he finally completed the best he could for the request of an over powered power sword. Breathing out he rocked back and forth on his feet as he was left in a room before setting the box on the table as he poked about the books looking at them. As he heard the door open he turned around to look and raised his hand in greeting.
Brutis comes back to his office
“Sir there is a Tech priest here to see you, he is waiting in your office.” his clerk told him.
“Very good, I hope this isn’t about he mess Roc made of the mess hall I have had it with these clankers complaints.”
Brutis opens the door seeing the robed figure poking threw his books there was something familiar about him. The figure turns reveling who it is.
“REGIS! YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Regis could tell age hadn’t slowed him down as he dashed at him swinging with his Servo arm. Brutis then drew his bolt pistol pointing it at Regis head as Onyx stood in the way whimpering. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t blast you back to Mars! You got some balls coming here!” Brutis reached down pulling Onyx away he stood clicking off the safety. “Im waiting clanker.”
Regis was not expecting this reaction as his expression went from a mute cheerful to puzzlement, never getting to fear as the fist collided with him. Pain exploded in his jaw as his legs buckled out from under him. all he could hear was ringing in his ears as a set of hand reached up to undo his rebreather as iron filled his mouth and his other set started to push himself up as he just tries to piece together what happened. But pain of emotions and the metal colliding with his jaw. Redness was already spreading around where his rebreather typically rests as his milky green eye focused on the shadow of Bruits as he tried to make out the words. Blood splattered on the floor as he turned his head to spit. But actions of the other and his recent experience of who he thought he was a friend filled him with terror as he started to push away from the guardsman.
Hitting the wall he stopped and just cowered there as he started shaking uncontrollably. But he pointed at the Box on the table as he just continued to shake as he balled up pulling his knees to his chest and using his arms to make as much of a shield he could out of metal. As soon as the shadow of Brutis moved away he withdrew his other arm and covered himself as he started having a full mental break down with two attacks in very quick succession from who he thought was friends. Unable to help himself he started muttering out in chattering voice, “not Siger, I’m not Siger. I’m not Siger.” His voice was breaking as his breath caught in his chest as he struggled to hold back sobs as the accusations of that the librarian said about his potential. He didn’t even register there were guns leveled at him, only that his perceived friendships were in tatters from Siger.
Brutis clenched his teeth, his finger begins to squeeze the trigger, his eye narrows on Regis. He watches as he cowers trying to cover up his body with his arms and starts to babble.
“Errr Emperor damit Regis!” He raises the pistol and puts it into its holster as Onyx walks over and starts to lick the wounded Tech Priest.
“I know your not SIger but you fucken created him! Got my…” He pauses as he thinks about Zetkin. “Friend taken away, and that unholy abomination tore her apart. Now I have to deal with a broken Psyker, and for fuck sake’s man I’m not going to kill you.” Brutis walks behind his desk pulling out a Med kit, walking back over to Regis placing it in front of him. Walking back behind his desk Brutis looks at the long box that was on it puzzled he opened it. There was the power sword he gave to him a long time ago he drew it pointing it in the air he switched it on feeling its familiar hum its weight. He noticed a second switch near the power switch, he flicked it. The sword glowed even brighter the power pulsed with increased frequency as he switched the sword off placing it back in the box.
“You remember hu? My order for this sword that’s why you came back.” Brutis sighs as he pores himself a drink. “Tell me what happened Regis.”
Regis cowered for a while longer but the panic and freak out started to calm as he continued to whine out he wasn’t Siger till it became a dull whine much like a wounded animal. Swiftly even that stopped as he fell into a sniffling silence, before a hand timidly reached out to nervously pat Onyx on the head Soon he was reaching for the med pack as he let his lenses see for him as he looked for the ice pack one can snap for instant cold. Pulling it back into his protective shield of metal he sniffled more before reaching for gauze to spit into it as not to spill more blood on the floor.
Short hicups started up as he slowly started to uncurl as he held the pack to his bruising face where his rebreather rested. Recent signs of someone repairing him was clear as his once bright eye blinked as the color was vastly dimmed form his recent trauma as he watched Brutis with wary and now a very worried eye. ”Slowly…dealing with one trauma at a time…” He mumbled as he slowly got to his feet but now skittered along the wall as he was not sure of getting close as he twitched and fidgeted. “S-s-sort of ha-had to find th-the i-i-ice lab again. M-m…at-at-attempting to m-make th-thing right e-e-even if I am i-i-irredeemable in so-some eyes. A-and bet-better off de-dead.” When it came to having to talk about what happened he visibly was distressed about it as he looked at the floor. “I…im not a Si-siger. S-some people se-seem t-to think I be-bec-c-c-come h-him. I-I-Imperal Ni Ni-Ni-Nightmare c-ca-came after m-me.G-G-Galmech must think I-I-I am a th-threat. J-ju-just wanted to de-deliver the po-power sword th-then no-not be a problem.” He poked his various fingers together or continued to Ice his face as he continues to look at the floor as he refused to look up at Brutis
Brutis sips from his drink Regis had been threw enough but now Brutis had a daunting task, he had to tell him Galmech was dead at Sigers hand. Brutis pulls out another glass pouring some whiskey it in sliding it over to him.
"Regis sit down please and have a drink. Your not beyond saving the Emperors teaches us this, you just have a lot to make up for." He holds up the power sword again. "If you keep doing work like this you'll do just fine." He stands up and moves a panting off the wall revealing a safe behind it he opens it placing the sword in the blank spot next to his power rapier. Turning around "By your comments about Galmech no one has told you, Galmechs dead by Sigers hand. But to my knowledge so is Siger." He goes over to the mannequin that held Onyx armor "Galmech mad this for Onyx and our ships Magos is good but fine craftsmanship like this isn't his forte it needs a special hand. You up for doing some maintenance work on it? I know ive thrown a lot at you but I remember work and reading always kept you focused." He points to his books "Take one return it when your finished."
Regis found some of his old orders as he finally located his missing lab. And this lead him to approaching the ship he knew Brutis to be on. His fingers kept on the box as he finally completed the best he could for the request of an over powered power sword. Breathing out he rocked back and forth on his feet as he was left in a room before setting the box on the table as he poked about the books looking at them. As he heard the door open he turned around to look and raised his hand in greeting.
Brutis comes back to his office
“Sir there is a Tech priest here to see you, he is waiting in your office.” his clerk told him.
“Very good, I hope this isn’t about he mess Roc made of the mess hall I have had it with these clankers complaints.”
Brutis opens the door seeing the robed figure poking threw his books there was something familiar about him. The figure turns reveling who it is.
“REGIS! YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Regis could tell age hadn’t slowed him down as he dashed at him swinging with his Servo arm. Brutis then drew his bolt pistol pointing it at Regis head as Onyx stood in the way whimpering. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t blast you back to Mars! You got some balls coming here!” Brutis reached down pulling Onyx away he stood clicking off the safety. “Im waiting clanker.”
Regis was not expecting this reaction as his expression went from a mute cheerful to puzzlement, never getting to fear as the fist collided with him. Pain exploded in his jaw as his legs buckled out from under him. all he could hear was ringing in his ears as a set of hand reached up to undo his rebreather as iron filled his mouth and his other set started to push himself up as he just tries to piece together what happened. But pain of emotions and the metal colliding with his jaw. Redness was already spreading around where his rebreather typically rests as his milky green eye focused on the shadow of Bruits as he tried to make out the words. Blood splattered on the floor as he turned his head to spit. But actions of the other and his recent experience of who he thought he was a friend filled him with terror as he started to push away from the guardsman.
Hitting the wall he stopped and just cowered there as he started shaking uncontrollably. But he pointed at the Box on the table as he just continued to shake as he balled up pulling his knees to his chest and using his arms to make as much of a shield he could out of metal. As soon as the shadow of Brutis moved away he withdrew his other arm and covered himself as he started having a full mental break down with two attacks in very quick succession from who he thought was friends. Unable to help himself he started muttering out in chattering voice, “not Siger, I’m not Siger. I’m not Siger.” His voice was breaking as his breath caught in his chest as he struggled to hold back sobs as the accusations of that the librarian said about his potential. He didn’t even register there were guns leveled at him, only that his perceived friendships were in tatters from Siger.
Brutis clenched his teeth, his finger begins to squeeze the trigger, his eye narrows on Regis. He watches as he cowers trying to cover up his body with his arms and starts to babble.
“Errr Emperor damit Regis!” He raises the pistol and puts it into its holster as Onyx walks over and starts to lick the wounded Tech Priest.
“I know your not SIger but you fucken created him! Got my...” He pauses as he thinks about Zetkin. “Friend taken away, and that unholy abomination tore her apart. Now I have to deal with a broken Psyker, and for fuck sake’s man I’m not going to kill you.” Brutis walks behind his desk pulling out a Med kit, walking back over to Regis placing it in front of him. Walking back behind his desk Brutis looks at the long box that was on it puzzled he opened it. There was the power sword he gave to him a long time ago he drew it pointing it in the air he switched it on feeling its familiar hum its weight. He noticed a second switch near the power switch, he flicked it. The sword glowed even brighter the power pulsed with increased frequency as he switched the sword off placing it back in the box.
“You remember hu? My order for this sword that’s why you came back.” Brutis sighs as he pores himself a drink. “Tell me what happened Regis.”
Regis found some of his old orders as he finally located his missing lab. And this lead him to approaching the ship he knew Brutis to be on. His fingers kept on the box as he finally completed the best he could for the request of an over powered power sword. Breathing out he rocked back and forth on his feet as he was left in a room before setting the box on the table as he poked about the books looking at them. As he heard the door open he turned around to look and raised his hand in greeting.
Brutis comes back to his office
“Sir there is a Tech priest here to see you, he is waiting in your office.” his clerk told him.
“Very good, I hope this isn’t about he mess Roc made of the mess hall I have had it with these clankers complaints.”
Brutis opens the door seeing the robed figure poking threw his books there was something familiar about him. The figure turns reveling who it is.
“REGIS! YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Regis could tell age hadn’t slowed him down as he dashed at him swinging with his Servo arm. Brutis then drew his bolt pistol pointing it at Regis head as Onyx stood in the way whimpering. “Give me one reason why I shouldn't blast you back to Mars! You got some balls coming here!” Brutis reached down pulling Onyx away he stood clicking off the safety. “Im waiting clanker.”
Getting the psyker some armor
“Ya keep intrestin’ friend Brutis.”, she says as she is lead through the ally ways and down the streets. As they stopped she sent her sight outwards to see how many people were in the building before them.
“Ya know you don’t gotta call me ‘Miss’. We've known each other long enough ta get past that.”, she said frowning at him even as she grimaced at the name.
The hidden Librarian only lets out a snort before motioning him to take his ward. He knew he did not have to voice what would happen should this acquaintance proved untrustworthy.
As they entered she looked at the soul before her. She could see it wasn’t quite human but she had been expecting that since Brutis had said he was a mutant. But when he makes a comment about her being a psyker her eyes narrowed behind her blindfold as Rantune shifted beside her, the dog taking a more defensive stance.
“I’ll be fine, I got the boys with me.”, she said as she reached out and ruffled Onyx and Rantunes ears. She gave him a small smile but it seemed tighter than normal but she turned away and moved over to the man.
“How long will it take ta have the armor made after ya get the measurements?”, she asked as she took off her heavier outer robes so Tegan could get started. Outside Elyas watched from under the hood as Brutis exited, but didn’t move from his position near the door.
Brutis exits the shop looking at Elyas.
"Don't worry, Onyx is with her. He is a trained war hound and Tegan for his faults as a mutant is harmless. I would keep my gaze on the streets." Pressing his macro bead "Juno?"
From his position on a neighboring rooftop Juno could see everything. "All clear Colonel, Arbites are conduction a raid a few streets over but nothing out of the normal."
Brutis nods as he starts to pace around.
Inside Tegan has taken his mesurments and started to form the armor.
"So how do you know the good Colonel? Hes a good man you know, I've known his family for a long time back when..." He pauses for a moment attaching some straps to the chest piece. "His wife was alive, you remind me of her strong and confidant that's why he likes you, I see the twinkle in his eye....forgive me I'm rambling." He goes back to work quickly and efficiently forgeing the armor.
"Now to the final part." He moves the chest piece over to what looks like a press as he presses a aquilla on to the chest of the armor a blackish silver one, with gold trim. Putting onto a display stand in a changing room. "I wish you could see this psyker, its some of my finest work. If you require assistance in putting it on feel free to ask."
Outside Brutis see's the little girl he bought the flowers from and a older man.
"Where did you steal this money from wench! No one would give you that much throan for some silly flowers."
"No master a guardsmen officer did." She said in distress as the man grabbed her and slapped her.
Brutis had seen enough.
"HEY!" Brutis walked over shoving the man agenst the wall pushing the girl to Roc.
"Why dont you try hitting me! Then man stuned drew a laz pistol pointing it at Brutis.
"I wont hit you ill just shoot you! Keep your self righteous Imperial nonsense to yourself and mind your own business."
Brutis started to chuckle "You might want to rethink that hasty desision." As he tapped his chest with his mono knife. "Now turn around and crawl back to where you came from."
The man enraged starts to squeeze the trigger as Brutis grabs the pistol with his mechanical arm crushing the pistol then slugging the man.
From the ground "Your going to regret that guardsmen." He ran off.
Kneeling down "Your ok now he wont hurt you why dont you come with me inside the shop."
Wiping the tears from her eyes "ok."
Brutis entered the shop looking at the armor as Juno came across the radio. "Um Colonel you might want to step outside hes back and he brought friends."
"Zetkin strap in quick I may of picked a fight...." Brutis turns exiting the shop leaving the little girl inside.
Getting the psyker some armor
“Was all this really necessary?”, she muttered as she watched Brutis talk to his men. Beside her, she could hear Elyas grumble but it wasn’t clear enough for her to hear.
Her drake sat on her should, its tail wrapped around her upper arm as its delicate claws held onto her hair and blindfold but its wings flared slightly as it saw Brutis drake. Sitting next to her was Rantune, but unlike Onyx only wore his harness and only spared a look at the other dog before going back to focusing on his owner.
“Bit much dontcha think?”, she said as she took Brutis offered hand and followed him on to the transport.
As they disembarked she saw the small soul as the images of the girl floating across her mind form the drake,
“Such a soft touch wit kids.”, she said with a shake of her head but she gave him a small smile as the girl ran off. Taking the floors she shifted Rantune to her other side as she let Brutis lead her.
“So where are ya taking me? This an old friend or contact o yers?”
Brutis smiles as he leads them down the ally where the arbite was standing “More of a mutual agreement I don’t shoot him for being a Mutant he gets me hard to get armor and weapons. We guardsmen sometimes have to source our own gear so he comes in handy.”
After a short walk they arrive at the shop it look more like a shack then anything else. Brutis turns to Elyas “I must warn you this person has the ability to see threw psyker tricks that his Mutation. But there is no one I would trust more with getting the custom armor Miss Zetkin needs.”
They enter the shop as a raspy voice calls out “Lieu.....I’m sorry Colonel Brutis Gladorous never thought I would see your sorry face again.”
Brutis Laughs “And you Tegen I see no one has caught on that you are a slimy mutant.”
Tegan chuckles “Only because of what you did for me...”He looks at Zetkin “Shes a psyker isn’t she?”
“Yes is that a problem?” as Brutis moves his hand to his bolt pistol.
“No problem at all what can we do for you.”
Brutis pulls a bag of coin from his belt slapping it on the table “She needs custom armor made this should be more then enough for the best materials you have.”
Tegan grabs the coin pulling one out giving it a bite “Your coin is always good here Colonel I do have some light weight material that as strong as your carapass but half the weight.”
Brutis smiles “That will do, Onyx will stay here as you take the measurements and Tegan.”
“Yes Colonel?”
“Roc is outside.” Tegan gulps
“Zetkin I will be outside be good.”
