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Summary: Inko finds him on a different world than the one he’d been on the last time he was awake.
“Where are you going, mister?” A young voice calls out, as Inko does his best not to obviously limp down the street.
He freezes for a moment, as this was the first time he had heard anyone use Gothic to speak since waking up on this strange world three days ago, as the wound in his side slowly but steadily got worse, even as his body struggled to heal itself. He looks for the speaker, spotting a young child staring up at him from the fenced yard that he was walking by.
She was a little blurry around the edges, at the distance he could see her from.
That was. Not a good thing. His eyes should be a lot better than this. Also the baseline child should be much better equipped to deal with the absolutely biting cold weather the world was currently inflicting upon them. The wind slid right through the simple clothing he had been wearing as a part of his disguise that he had been using, while infiltrating a corpse-worshipping pleasure-world. “I’m trying to find a place where I can heal up. My side got hurt and I need someone to help me. Is a caregiver of yours around? If so, would you please go and get them so I can ask for directions?”
Inko was pretty sure that he had been transported to a different planet somehow. The sun rose and set in the wrong directions, compared to the one he’d been on for several years, for one. Another thing was that the previous would was only this cold near the poles of the planet and he had yet to see any snow. It was very bright for such a cold day.
“Yeah, my Oppa is in the house! I’ll go get him.” The tiny child responded with a bright grin, and ran into the front door, yelling out “Oppa! Oppa! There’s someone looking for help and he looks pretty sick! He’s all sweaty and shaky and pale.”
A deep, rumbling voice answered “Very. I am coming to speak with him.”
They sounded like a fellow Astartes? Although Inko did hope that he did appear to look like a slightly larger than normal baseline. He was out of armor and trying to stay undercover. He leans against the sturdy wooden fence as he felt the ground rumble and shake beneath him. Was that some kind of tectonic instability of the region he could feel? It would explain why so any of the buildings were built or at least reinforced the way that they were.
A
Dreadnought
Stomped out of the house.
His armor shining in the cold sunlight. Expertly painted in a cold white with silver accents and a howling wolf symbol that was.. Vaguely familiar? But the other didn’t have the markings of a Space Wolf? And that was a very old dreadnought pattern as well. If Inko was identifying the pattern well, as he rarely interacted with the venerable (and terrifying) older brothers who were interred into a dreadnought chassis from his own legion.
“Greetings, little brother. From the confusion on your face, you’re new to this world. Welcome to terra, roughly thirty thousand years in the past from where you are from, if not even further. My sensors tell me that you are sick and injured. I will bring you to the nearby apothecarium.” The dreadnought rumbled, moving closer.
“I would greatly appreciate that.” Inko answered, slumping over in relief. Before remembering that he needed to maintain cover “Ah, my lord angel. My apologies for being so rude! And I am truly flattered that you call me a brother, but I assure you that I am merely a humble -“
The dreadnought stepped over the fencing and picked him up with a power claw, before starting to march down the street “Save your breath, scout. I know a little serpent when I see one. Besides, your eyes keep changing color. Whatever chameleon abilities your legion has, the sickness and injury you have suffered is interfering with it somehow. Worry not, you will be well treated.”
He should be way more worried about the fact that he has been caught out. But it’s a relief to not have to walk. Even if he does pout at the venerable older cousin “Awww… I thought I was hiding very well.”
“I am sure that you were before you became feverish, little brother.” Was the amused response.
This makes the young Hydra sulk even more, as he dangles in the dreadnaught’s grasp, his vision still blurry as hell as he watches the scenery go by. “I was! I am very stealthy. When I can think properly.”
That got him an amused, wordless rumble from the ancient Astartes. The other turns and walks towards what is clearly an Astartes base, aiming for a side entrance that is directly off of what is clearly a major road for the mortal populace. “Eh? An astartes base in the middle of a civilian population center? Are we going to see Salamanders or the Blue Nerds?”
“Which blue nerds are you referring to? There are many of our fellow Astarte to whom that descriptor would qualify.” The dreadnought asked, ducking down a little as he entered the large double doors that opened automatically. He made his way over to where a second dreadnought sat.
This one was an Ultramarine by the markings of his armor “Greetings brother Sintus. I found this injured snakeling looking for help. His fever is high and I would recommend he be treated immediately.”
“Greetings, brother Sassoon. I will inform the staff immediately. You, what’s your name?” Sintus asked, directing the question to Inko.
“Uhhhhhhhh-“ the young Hydra responds, unsure how to answer that question. Should he tell the truth? He shouldn’t tell the truth. The truth never comes free, and the truth is relative anyways. “Uhm. I know this one. Hang on…”
“Lying will just get you assigned the first name-pun I can come up with. You have three seconds to answer, starting now. And don’t call yourself Alpharius. Or Omegon, for that matter.” Sinus instructed him. “One.”
“Uhm.” Goes Inko, struggling to figure out what to say.
“Two. I mean it. I have the name Hisstopher ready to enter into your file.” The dreadnought threatened.
“Uh. Uhm! Give me a minute, I’m in a lot of pain and my head is all fuzzy!” The young hydra complained, panicking a little.
“Thr-“ The dreadnought started.
“Inko!” He blurted out, interrupting the ancient Ultramarine before he could complete that terrible, terrible threat.
“Good lad. How long have you been having these symptoms, where are you injured, and do you suspect that your injury or illness to be chaos tainted or affected in any way? Note this will not get you killed if the answer to that is yes and you say that. We have means of treating both chaos illnesses and injuries.” Sinus revealed.
“I’ve been wounded for three days now, I think. I got stabbed by a courtier who thought I was a simple Gardner and had to pretend to die from the injury. I don’t know, maybe? It would explain why it’s taking me so long to heal up.” Inko answered honestly, the room spinning unpleasantly around him. With deep reluctance, but the desire to get treated and knowing that it will only be a matter of time before that is revealed, he also tells the Ultramarine where the injuries on his body are, to the best of his knowledge.
“I have noted those things down in your file, thank you for being cooperative with me. Are you able to move under your own power?” Sinus asked.
“Not quickly, sir.” Was the painfully honest answer.
"Right, we'll provide you with a wheelchair to help you get around, then. It'll stay at the clinic unless otherwise stated specifically." SIntus rumbled.
Inko nods and regrets that particular life choice. "Yes sir." An appropriately sized and weighted wheelchair is brought out and over to where he is being dangled, and Sassoon gently lowers him into it. "Thank you, for the help."
A mortal medical person comes up and says "Are you Inko?"
"Yes I am."
"Alright, I'm going to take you to see Apothecary Zariel, to get you seen and tended to.” The mortal attendant explained “Are you able to push yourself, or would you rather I push the chair for you?”
“I will try to do it myself.” Inko answered, settling in a bit better into the chair before putting his hands on the wheels, and his feet on the floor. He pauses and looks up at the dreadnought who brought him here and says “Thank you for the assistance, honored elder.”
“You are welcome, young one.” Sassoon rumbled.
The young hydra nodded as he slowly wheeled himself to the exam room that he'd been told to go through, still cold and in pain and shivering, but tentatively hopeful that he'd get treatment.
Silly thought: Dreadnought on desk means the Alpha Legion Primarchs almost end up as Hisstopher and Snakespeare. The must to let loose their auras to prove they are actually Alpharius and Omegion.
Marines Malevolent feel like the consequences of filling Imperial Fists + Descendants with Iron Warriors who have developed their own loyalist flair of mean cunts and now you have these ultra pragmatic, no heroism, ppls lives are just a number Iron Warrior Imperial Fists.
And one day even Rogal said 'ok it's nice you're still fighting for us but could you please not windmill each operation with unneeded collateral!?!?'
'Maybe we need a seperate chapter like that weird Fists Exemplar guy. (omge i can't wait to finally not get shit for everything I do different from these fart sniffing high horse riders)'
'Here's your chapter. No one except us will know of your origin.'
'Oh fuckin believe me, I don't wanna know bout my origin either'
Summary: Inko finds him on a different world than the one he’d been on the last time he was awake.
“Where are you going, mister?” A young voice calls out, as Inko does his best not to obviously limp down the street.
He freezes for a moment, as this was the first time he had heard anyone use Gothic to speak since waking up on this strange world three days ago, as the wound in his side slowly but steadily got worse, even as his body struggled to heal itself. He looks for the speaker, spotting a young child staring up at him from the fenced yard that he was walking by.
She was a little blurry around the edges, at the distance he could see her from.
That was. Not a good thing. His eyes should be a lot better than this. Also the baseline child should be much better equipped to deal with the absolutely biting cold weather the world was currently inflicting upon them. The wind slid right through the simple clothing he had been wearing as a part of his disguise that he had been using, while infiltrating a corpse-worshipping pleasure-world. “I’m trying to find a place where I can heal up. My side got hurt and I need someone to help me. Is a caregiver of yours around? If so, would you please go and get them so I can ask for directions?”
Inko was pretty sure that he had been transported to a different planet somehow. The sun rose and set in the wrong directions, compared to the one he’d been on for several years, for one. Another thing was that the previous would was only this cold near the poles of the planet and he had yet to see any snow. It was very bright for such a cold day.
“Yeah, my Oppa is in the house! I’ll go get him.” The tiny child responded with a bright grin, and ran into the front door, yelling out “Oppa! Oppa! There’s someone looking for help and he looks pretty sick! He’s all sweaty and shaky and pale.”
A deep, rumbling voice answered “Very. I am coming to speak with him.”
They sounded like a fellow Astartes? Although Inko did hope that he did appear to look like a slightly larger than normal baseline. He was out of armor and trying to stay undercover. He leans against the sturdy wooden fence as he felt the ground rumble and shake beneath him. Was that some kind of tectonic instability of the region he could feel? It would explain why so any of the buildings were built or at least reinforced the way that they were.
A
Dreadnought
Stomped out of the house.
His armor shining in the cold sunlight. Expertly painted in a cold white with silver accents and a howling wolf symbol that was.. Vaguely familiar? But the other didn’t have the markings of a Space Wolf? And that was a very old dreadnought pattern as well. If Inko was identifying the pattern well, as he rarely interacted with the venerable (and terrifying) older brothers who were interred into a dreadnought chassis from his own legion.
“Greetings, little brother. From the confusion on your face, you’re new to this world. Welcome to terra, roughly thirty thousand years in the past from where you are from, if not even further. My sensors tell me that you are sick and injured. I will bring you to the nearby apothecarium.” The dreadnought rumbled, moving closer.
“I would greatly appreciate that.” Inko answered, slumping over in relief. Before remembering that he needed to maintain cover “Ah, my lord angel. My apologies for being so rude! And I am truly flattered that you call me a brother, but I assure you that I am merely a humble -“
The dreadnought stepped over the fencing and picked him up with a power claw, before starting to march down the street “Save your breath, scout. I know a little serpent when I see one. Besides, your eyes keep changing color. Whatever chameleon abilities your legion has, the sickness and injury you have suffered is interfering with it somehow. Worry not, you will be well treated.”
He should be way more worried about the fact that he has been caught out. But it’s a relief to not have to walk. Even if he does pout at the venerable older cousin “Awww… I thought I was hiding very well.”
“I am sure that you were before you became feverish, little brother.” Was the amused response.
This makes the young Hydra sulk even more, as he dangles in the dreadnaught’s grasp, his vision still blurry as hell as he watches the scenery go by. “I was! I am very stealthy. When I can think properly.”
That got him an amused, wordless rumble from the ancient Astartes. The other turns and walks towards what is clearly an Astartes base, aiming for a side entrance that is directly off of what is clearly a major road for the mortal populace. “Eh? An astartes base in the middle of a civilian population center? Are we going to see Salamanders or the Blue Nerds?”
“Which blue nerds are you referring to? There are many of our fellow Astarte to whom that descriptor would qualify.” The dreadnought asked, ducking down a little as he entered the large double doors that opened automatically. He made his way over to where a second dreadnought sat.
This one was an Ultramarine by the markings of his armor “Greetings brother Sintus. I found this injured snakeling looking for help. His fever is high and I would recommend he be treated immediately.”
“Greetings, brother Sassoon. I will inform the staff immediately. You, what’s your name?” Sintus asked, directing the question to Inko.
“Uhhhhhhhh-“ the young Hydra responds, unsure how to answer that question. Should he tell the truth? He shouldn’t tell the truth. The truth never comes free, and the truth is relative anyways. “Uhm. I know this one. Hang on…”
“Lying will just get you assigned the first name-pun I can come up with. You have three seconds to answer, starting now. And don’t call yourself Alpharius. Or Omegon, for that matter.” Sinus instructed him. “One.”
“Uhm.” Goes Inko, struggling to figure out what to say.
“Two. I mean it. I have the name Hisstopher ready to enter into your file.” The dreadnought threatened.
“Uh. Uhm! Give me a minute, I’m in a lot of pain and my head is all fuzzy!” The young hydra complained, panicking a little.
“Thr-“ The dreadnought started.
“Inko!” He blurted out, interrupting the ancient Ultramarine before he could complete that terrible, terrible threat.
“Good lad. How long have you been having these symptoms, where are you injured, and do you suspect that your injury or illness to be chaos tainted or affected in any way? Note this will not get you killed if the answer to that is yes and you say that. We have means of treating both chaos illnesses and injuries.” Sinus revealed.
“I’ve been wounded for three days now, I think. I got stabbed by a courtier who thought I was a simple Gardner and had to pretend to die from the injury. I don’t know, maybe? It would explain why it’s taking me so long to heal up.” Inko answered honestly, the room spinning unpleasantly around him. With deep reluctance, but the desire to get treated and knowing that it will only be a matter of time before that is revealed, he also tells the Ultramarine where the injuries on his body are, to the best of his knowledge.
“I have noted those things down in your file, thank you for being cooperative with me. Are you able to move under your own power?” Sinus asked.
“Not quickly, sir.” Was the painfully honest answer.
"Right, we'll provide you with a wheelchair to help you get around, then. It'll stay at the clinic unless otherwise stated specifically." SIntus rumbled.
Inko nods and regrets that particular life choice. "Yes sir." An appropriately sized and weighted wheelchair is brought out and over to where he is being dangled, and Sassoon gently lowers him into it. "Thank you, for the help."
A mortal medical person comes up and says "Are you Inko?"
"Yes I am."
"Alright, I'm going to take you to see Apothecary Zariel, to get you seen and tended to.” The mortal attendant explained “Are you able to push yourself, or would you rather I push the chair for you?”
“I will try to do it myself.” Inko answered, settling in a bit better into the chair before putting his hands on the wheels, and his feet on the floor. He pauses and looks up at the dreadnought who brought him here and says “Thank you for the assistance, honored elder.”
“You are welcome, young one.” Sassoon rumbled.
The young hydra nodded as he slowly wheeled himself to the exam room that he'd been told to go through, still cold and in pain and shivering, but tentatively hopeful that he'd get treatment.
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if you didn't imagine this moment in the book "Angel Exterminatus" like THIS, I don't even know
(for vibe play - Kavinsky-nightcall)
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Если вы не представляли момент в книге "Ангел Экстерминатус" ТАК, то я даже не знаю
(для вайба включите - Kavinsky-nightcall)
Inspired by @caiusmajor’s post. I’m obsessed with the idea that Forrix was the Iron Warriors’ default People Person on the account that he’s just completely Average at it and the middle man in charge of overseeing, but it translates him to being amazing in IW standards.
YES. This is definitely a post I made specifically in the hopes ariszed would draw it.
So many of Perturabo’s problems ultimately come down to an inability to just ask for his order to be fixed rather than eating the pickles, hating himself and everyone else, and then razing every groxburger joint in the sector.
(Also don’t underestimate Forrix man – he’s just Average at normal-people skills but the amount of Careful Perturabo Management it took to get to this interaction without getting shot or demoted is legendary.)
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Summary: Darsas pesters Phagia into not isolating himself, after his bonded’s death.
"Brother.... Brother, you need to come with me to Rotbone base." Darsas cajoles, Reaching out to his fellow Death guard, and poking him on one armored shoulder, knowing that the physical touch will, at least, provoke some kind of response.
"I do not want to." Phagia answered, his voice raspy and low, as he slowly turns his head and stares at his sorcerous brother. Were he still capable of it, he would be frowning. As it was, his armor grille shifted and twisted a little, a clear sign of his discontent.
"But you promised!" Darsas countered, making sure that his voice went whiny, with a buzzing pitch that he knew irritated the other. He also knew that Phagia took promises very seriously, and did not break them easily nor lightly.
"That was... That was before I... Before I came home, and found out something terrible." Phagia croaked, tears beginning to flow freely down his face, the thick, puss-like fluid leaking from all of his eyes, dripping off of his face and joining the slowly congealing puddle he'd made on the dark earth that he had been sitting on for... Some amount of time.
"What happened, brother? Please, tell me." Darsas answered, his antennae curling a little at the sheer intensity of the grief he could smell wafting off of the other in waves.
"I found my beloved dead in our bed. I... He was cold and stiff. I had promised to be his, as he was mine until he died. And I failed to be there, when he died! I do not know how or why he died, only that he did so..." Phagia keened, his hearts cracking and bleeding yet again as he confesses what happened "I do not know if or how much he suffered... Did he think I abandoned him in his final moments? How could I possibly leave the lands that he held so close, that he loved so long, now that he is gone? It is all I have left of them."
Darsas moved closer to Phagia, knowing where to hold onto his brother that the venomous spikes would not pierce through his armor, holding him tightly "I am sure he knew that you loved him, and went into Grandfather's embrace, knowing that you would follow him when it is your time to do so. But he would not want you to grieve alone, turning into a monument of grief and moss, brother of mine. Grief is a burden lightest when shared by those who care for you, you know this."
Phagia nodded, still wanting to not do much other than stay in his Otto's very favorite spot and mourn, but also knowing that Darsas will not leave without him "I... Very well. I... Will you help me in finding good stewards for this land? I think my Otto had plans for when he passed, but I cannot remember them now, and... His family will try to tear everything apart in their greed. I do not know the laws of this world of such things."
Darsas hugs his brother tighter before letting him go and taking a step back and offering the other a hand to help him up "My Honey has coworkers who specialize in this kind of law. I will ask her to have one of them lend you hand in this."
"... Another baseline? I don't... I'm not..." Phagia starts, shifting uncomfortably.
"Did I say that this was a set up for you bonding to another baseline? No. But my Honey is well versed in several parts of the local Lex, and knows others who are versed in the death and inheritance aspects of the Lex. They will ensure that what your bonded wanted done to this things and holdings after he died is properly followed. I suspect that she will be able to arrange a meeting for you by the end of the week. But for now, all I ask of you is to come to base with me, where you can be tended to by brothers who love you as you sing the psalms of grief." Darsas answered, voice calm and steady. He will ensure that Phagia does not fade away in his grief.
A sigh left Phagia, as he took the offered hand and hauled himself up onto his feet, shaking off the moss and mycelial tendrils that had wrapped around his lower body as he had sat and grieved in silence. "Very well, if you insist, I will follow. I do want my beloved's final wishes to be respected."
"Good." Darsas murmurs, as he leads his brother back to base, where he knows that Hura and Torglite have gathered brothers who will genuinely help Phagia as he muddles his way through his grief. And those who would guard against those who might try to take advantage of a grieving follower of Nurgle in one way or another.
Three brothers immediately embraced Phagia, once he stepped through into the hall of sorrows, with nine more settling into a guarding ring. As Phagia took in a deep breath and began to sing, the three echo the cadence nine hearts-beats later, with the nine following three hearts-beats after them, connected to one another as they each pour the lamentations that they feel into the hymns, offering these feelings up to Grandfather in offering.
Darsas is a very loving and caring brother. Shared grief makes it slightly easier but also is having a legal process forward to make keep his bonded’s wishes too. Good thing Phagia is not alone in this.
'Omg I have a rugged hot albeit grumpy beefcake I belong to who's physically dominant but doesn't use it to take advantage of me?? And he gives me DAILY access to his men's shower halls???? And he gives me actual (canned) food when he can afford to???????? Oh daddy my cunt's all yours babe~~'
- Rhea at some point, probably
Girl will totally rat out her fellow joygirls from the underdecks not even cause Zerrax ordered her to but cause them ending up in the arms of an Iron Warrior is paradoxically quite a bit better than having to take every person just to get enough food and sometimes even access to water.
She's going to be a bitch to their benefit and they'll still initially hate her. And question her plenty bruises she doesn't even bother covering up anymore. She just grins inside, happy Zerrax made a lasting impact on her.
In the end she'll actually become some form of couple therapist for baseline - astartes relationships and will have contributed significantly to the number of Iron Warriors actually having something to fight for.
Also in all that time not one case of sexual assault has been reported from the baseliners side, unless the Iron Warrior has gone too far in the Lovesick Blight none have been directly or indirectly noticed either. And those too far into the Blight will get shot by their brothers. However, there have been a few cases of sexual assault of the baseliner towards the Iron Warrior, mainly through coercion and abusing the Unaugmented Yearning against them.
Either way, the more or less BDSM relationship Zerrax and Rhea got going on is pretty much consensual, as Zerrax will always at least implicitly look for Rheas consent. And it's not like she doesn't like getting manhandled and fucked stupid (if he feels like it lol. He is a very patient man, as are most Iron Warriors by their specialization in siege warfare).
She'll learn quite a bit bout how automation processes work, and she suggests they work on some... toys together with them as test subjects 👀
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