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“Only in death does duty end.” Sister Ariel states as she slides up to the injured space marine, "and today is not the day you die my lord."
Her words were spoken with the conviction of an Apothecary, a sentiment in which the wounded Centurion pilot could appreciate. His armor was ruined as he lay against the chapel wall, his bleeding already staunched. The blades which pierced his blessed warsuit had long since dissolved as the chaos rift had closed and the daemonic tide receded. Proof of their victory here, but it was not without its cost. His brothers fell against the daemonic efforts plied by the vile traitors that walked amid the ranks of the Black Legion. Vigilus was but a storm of violence that spread throughout an entire system. There wasn’t a single place on the planet were battle did not rage.His defense of this holy place was not in service to the faith but rather the faithful. During his sweep of the streets, clearing out the vile mutant genestealers that pierced through the outer walls, he found civilians. Innocents that huddled and prayed to the God-Emperor of Mankind. It was here that he made certain his defense of them was successful and it had been here that the Legion deployed their horrific methods of violence. He was wounded, but the machine spirit thrived and urged him to stand, but he could not. Instead, he felt the skilled hands of the Hospitallier tend to his wounds inflicted by the etheric and fantastical.
“You speak the words of an Apothecary, Sister.“ He said, his voice deep as many brothers, yet it shook the very ground all the same. The hum of his armor was strong, it thrived and raged against the damage that sustained. “I do not wish to die this day, however, I feel these wounds are only superficial, with your efforts, you have sped this process already.““Tell me, the mortals that were here, do they still draw breath?“ He asks, almost wanting to reach for her with his immense hand. Yet he did not. He was a giant, even more so within this armored plating. “Or are they counted among the lost“
-Entrando a la habitación se dirigió hacia el sofá que se encontraba al final, se recostó sobre el recostando su cabeza en un extremo y estiró sus piernas hacia el extremo contrario, llevando ambas manos hacia atrás de su cabeza dijo con un suspiro.-
“Aah~ Esto estoo, ahora lo único que falta es...” -Había terminado un trabajo el día anterior, decidiendo tomar un laaargo descanso en el día ya que no tenía trabajo alguno que hacer el día de hoy o eso parecía.-
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