Nov 18, 2022
44. MERCY : for both muses to come across an injured animal.
The keeper was sat in the rubble of the wartorn city, looking down and petting the injured dog that had crawled into her lap.
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44. MERCY : for both muses to come across an injured animal.
The keeper was sat in the rubble of the wartorn city, looking down and petting the injured dog that had crawled into her lap.
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The man stopped and tilted his head toward her in what appeared to be a mixture of confusion, surprise and vague announce. He continued walking toward the only other survivor he’d seen in days. He slung his weapon and tucked his hands in his pocket “Sgt. Evan Mercia and you would be?”
As the stranger carried on walking towards her, despite her warning, Evren kept her gun trained on his chest. Though she highly doubted he could kill or even permanently wound her, it was better to be safe than sorry. She didn’t want to waste precious time and energy healing or expose herself to more radiation than she could possibly help. The supplies she was scavenging were bad enough.
When he introduced himself, a memory tickled in her brain. Had she heard that name before? Or was it just the fact his name sounded like her’s? Throne, she needed rest; she wasn’t thinking straight at all these days. “...Evren Anubis. Inquisitor Evren Anubis, Ordo Hereticus.” she replied, using her formal titles - or, at least, the ones she used nowadays. “Your name rings a faint bell, Sargeant.”
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His teeth ground together audibly behind the impassive mask of his rebreather, and an augmentic hand locked around the handle of the blade, buried to the hilt inside his gut.“Any ‘igher and you migh’ve ‘it somethin’ important.”Staggering back, just a step, he lifted his plasma pistol, the growing, pulsing glow of it casting severe shadows. “Might’ve. Didn’t.”
The Sargent sat quietly, his legs crossed and his head bowed as he sat next to the door of the the Valkyrie as flack detonated all about. A plume of gas caught a infantry carrying Valkyrie as he glanced out the door and counted the escaping troops 1.... 2.... 3.. oh his chute burst... 4... is a candle. He got on his vox "808th? Is our DZ clear? We really need permission to jump now."
Static was all that could be heard from the vox before las-fire and explosions could be clearly heard from the other side, the sound of heavy breathing came in "this bloody DZ is as clear as it's going to get, we got them distracted so I doubt they'll be looking up for threats". The sound of a lasgun firing could be clearly heard "Jacoby, Harper watch our left flank, Luce give Maxim first aid now!" Tobias let out a exasperated sigh "Im going to have my guys mark the target building with purple smoke, that's where most the fire is coming from, if you can get your guys to silence those heavy stubbers we can clear out the rest of the threats no problem". He looked at his unit, they where ambushed, cut down to almost half their original number, they where almost out of ammo, and they where only able to cover the drop troops by being targets for the enemy. Just another day in the office
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There was a knock on the Astartes chamber door swiftly followed by another. Evan took a step back and leaned against the wall behind him. He held a pair of boxes containing two meals of venison. One so rare it had most of it's blood and the other almost burned. He checked his watch and frowned at its reading of 02:29. He had intended to get there while the sun was still up but his troop transport had been delayed in orbit but it didn't matter now. He simply stood there in his Class A waiting.
She opened the door and was glad to see her old friend. “Evan, good to see you. Come inside, there’s so much I want to tell you.” The Inquisitor led him inside, took the boxes from him and laid them on the kitchen table before closing the door.
“What the hell just happened?"
“I think we just got rolled. By what, I don’t know. All I heard was really really loud rapid music and then there was a wheel and then nothing.”
He paused.
“Did we just get side-swiped by White Scars?”
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“Do you require my companionship?” Silvanus was formally dressed. Data collection and a series of augmentations ensured that the Magos Juris and his vanity were always up to date on the latest fashions for high society. A victory party just meant there would be more officers involved in the festivities hosted by the local lords and ladies.
“You are unlikely to meet any women once I take off my helmet. Nor men if that is your preference. Or do you need me to scan for biorythmic patterns to see if your attempts are successful?” It was all said in a tone calculated to convey the message in jest but it was often difficult for the Adeptus Mechanicus to convey such things.