Elymas could not the slightest his pain, screaming in agony and falling on his knees, looking down briefly only to see a kidney of his emptying whatever made the organ work and was still being processed. He coughed up blood, and his body started to fail him. During the agony he saw that the young Apothecary-to-be fished out Minteril. It brought a smile to the agony filled librarian. He would live. But it would not be enough. More needed to live. Aleph. Extrovius. Sidon. Jendon. Martyn. Camille. And every other legionnaire.

Only in his mind he could manage to speak, not even having the focus to link to others via telepathy he prayed for forgiveness from Sidon, Minteril, Hephestus, Fulgrim and the Emperor. As he saw no other way out anymore but unleash his powers, permission or not. But a swift recent memory hit him straight into his mind. How he almost caused severe harm to Sidon.

Fear tugged on his heart, not wanting to do it. Wanting to hold himself to a higher standard. His emotions conflicted and all he knew is that he wanted to see the alien dead, but for what sacrifice? What if it backfired. What if he killed a fellow legionnaire? Elymas realized that he had not the conviction to bend the rules anymore. He rather die in honor than live as a curse and disgrace of his legion.

The Librarian realized his thoughts processed much faster as only the blink of an eye passed, adrenaline slowing down time. He looked at the alien that he attempted to kill earlier, his pistol hand covering his abdomen, trying to keep the organs in, while the staff hand held his primary psyker weapon as good as he could. He was going to fight with dignity, even with the expectation of death, a single tear of shame rolling down his cheek. "I apologize for my shortcomings and the waste of your wise tutelage, Master Hephestus."

With his possibly last breaths he rushed onward against the alien, once more trying to smite it with his psyker staff.

OOC: All-Out-Attack with one-handed staff use

Jendon came out of the pool the sound of war seemed deafened to him as he had the captain his helmet was partially dark, his helmet Hud was damaged sparking on and off registering the legionnaire's condition, and his brothers, All of it red, Including himself, The captain, and his brothers. The screams seemed to have stopped as he exited Jendon could feel some part of him being glad it was gone, but another part deep in his gut asking what was that what had caused that?

As Jendon laid the captain down on the floor and begin his work, He found the Minteril presenting him his sword. "We will make sure we last every one of these xenos planets off this world, They will pay for this. We will bring you home." Jendon said back as he took the sword from his fellow Chemosian.

As Jendon took the sword he could feel his body seemingly cry out in pain the adrenaline could only suppress so much pain, The metal of his armor melted around him burnt hair and copper he could smell from his helmet as well as his entire body feeling weakness they want to finally lay down in die, something Jendon kept on suppressing with every movement.

Looking up he could still see the battle raging around him, Sidion was a distance away with the other legionnaires. Jendon needed to hold ground but he also needed to protect the captain. He could see a light from the stairway and that xeno commander that did this to the captain yawning something that really hit home the hatred of xenos within him.

looking over to Martyn he could see he was in the worst condition then he was, glimpses of bodily damage from his hud reported artery damage and near the damage to his spine. Activating his damaged vox he would begin trying to broadcasting to his brothers. "The Captains Alive! I need covering fire and support to help protect him." Jendon said through the vox to his brothers and the rest of the legionaries there. As he did he activated his power blade. spotting Martyn and Aelph nearest to him.

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"Martyn! Get OVER HERE! Let me patch you up Help cover the captain with me. Aelph Help cover can you cover him and the captain?" Jendon said as he did he looked to his narthicaum attempting to activate it The outer shell of the device looked melted along with many of the tools several vials for containing gene-seed had melted as well and a few of his stimulants were gone, Ejecting some of his damaged tools he quickly cycled to an emergency pair of tools that came with his narthicaum, as he manually cycled in and readied a several regenetives, Stimulants and painkillers, Moving close to Martyn Jendon began his work, Spoting a artery he first injected him with the stimulants and began work attempting to stop the bleeding with a booster to his blood cells to help supplement clotting. all the while he had one eye on the captain making sure he was there ready to intercept any attacks. whether it was with the captain's blade or with his own body if need be.

OOC one defense on incapcitated captain mineteril One Attempted heal on Martyn

Everything became silent, Pholax was unsure how or why but the sounds of the battle seemed to fade after something had thrown him away. His heavy bolter was still in his hands, there was pain, his head felt as if he'd just ran into a Predator. While on the floor he ripped off the shattered remains of his helmet, feeling the blood washing over him. His blood...

He had little memory of how he got here, he remembered firing on the Kabalites but now was thrown to the ground and looked up he saw the Clawed Fiend wasn't done with it's prey yet. But even in this state, a son of Fulgrim was not to be trifled with. He was going to snatch victory for the jaws of defeat, leave the beast mewing on the floor before crushing it's head.

Sound began to reassert itself, his mind making sense once again. Bracing his heavy bolter into him, Pholax unleashed bolt round after bolt round into the Clawed Fiend's right leg.

His voice was coarse for some reason, as if he'd been screaming, he didn't know why. "Fall, fall damn you..."

OOC

Balanced heavy bolter attack on the Clawed Fiend.

Even as a trio of Kabalites is blown to chunky red rain by Vitaly's frag missile, a snarl of pain escapes his lips as the plasma grenade catches him out in the open. Strained curses spill forth from clenched teeth as his attempts to distance himself from the searing core fail, second and third-degree burns forming beneath his superheated armour.

With no time to think, he focuses down the Kabalites, aiming to at least take out the enemy's ranged capacity before moving on to other objectives. Blink-clicking another Frag missile into the tube, he targets the alien gunmen and sends the missile downrange.

OOC

Action Summary

- All-Out Attack @ Kabalites w/Frag missile

Extrovious allows his chainsword to spear down into the Disciple, teeth grinding with a satisfying groan against the carved floor as he forces the weapon to chew through bone and flesh. Eldar is left where he fell, marine sprinting off after Marty and into the Clawed Fiend that would ultimately send him sprawling. An embarrassing situation that left him snarling. Back on both feet he needs only to sweep his trans-human gaze across the fight once to get a rough idea of how rough their fight is going. Eyes lock onto Pholax, watching him eat a ceramite shattering blow that probably ought to kill him. Once more Extrovious rushes forth in anger at an ally, bounding along without his usual protective fury and rebuke upon his lips.

"Pholax, forsake your bolter for melee again and I will strap you to a combat shield and carry you to the death you seek!" Extrovious falls upon the Clawed Fiend with a fist, hooking it towards the rent hide and torn flesh from his previous blow; keen eyes might pick out that his fingers were latched around something. With a roar the Emperor's Child attempts to punch his Krak Grenade into the wound and leave it there, expecting that even the loss of one leg would sufficiently cripple the abomination. Whipping around on his heels he ducks low and charges off, talents needed elsewhere. "I shall have to carry the day it seems. Only other sensible one between Sidon and Vitaly." Of course their witch was being bled to death by the Wyches, it would of been smirk worthy if he were anything less than a loyal, if frustrated, battle brother. Camille had lost himself to whatever idiocy Extrovious previously saw in Pholax. At least Aleph held well, and that was a small relief to cling to in the midst of all this chaos.

"You honor me as a sparring partner Aleph, let us sweep these wretches from the field together!" Chainsword whips out, once, twice, thrice- Extrovious looses count as he ignores both wounds and own thoughts to lose himself in a vicious chain of strikes meant to make minced meat and steaming offal of every xeno he can get to grips with. Perhaps the best defense would be a murderous offense; or perhaps Extrovious simply did not care to be the protector now.

OOC: Punching a Krak Grenade into the Fiend, Chainsword attacks on the Wyches. Giving into rage on both attacks.

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Aleph could feel it. Something unknown, yet something also primally familiar. As if he knelt beside the first man to raise his first in anger against his brother. As if he, while he was yet Alephoros Aster, son of the Phoenix, was also a primitive, howling warrior, breathing in the red air of a vast and sunless plain lit by a red sky the colour of blood.

he shook his head. He was a scion of Fulgrim, not a savage. Whatever malign influence sought to take him, he would not allow it. He was Third Legion and he would not waver, he would not give in. Unconsciously, he began to fall into the rhythm of one of the Sulpha war-dances, raising the borrowed sword to block the strike of a Wych, ducking under the blow of another, turning to bury the blade in the gut of a third. They moved fast, these xenos, but they were falling into a pattern. He could predict where they would strike, could see the movement telegraphed in their blood-crazed eyes. Their very speed and overconfidence led them to overestimate him and he took full advantage.

Just as the last of the three closest Wyches - a man, if Aleph could be any judge of the slender xenos, or if he were to care - fell wrapped around the falling guts from his own torso, he heard the desperate call from Jendon. Darting back to his brother, he could see an impossible sight - Minteril, or at least what remained of the gallant Captain. A red ruin. Jendon was not much better himself, and yet he still worked on the injured, tending to Martyn and trying to keep Minteril out of the line of fire. Aleph immediately positioned himself to defend his brothers, keeping his guard up and sheltering the working man with his armoured form. He knew that it would provide some protection from enemy fire, and he himself would keep their blades at bay. Or so he hoped.

"You honor me as a sparring partner Aleph, let us sweep these wretches from the field together!" Extrovious called out, and though Aleph felt pride swell in his chest he stood his ground over the Apothecary and the wounded men.

"I would, Brother, but I must be the shelter before I can be the storm!"




OOC: Defence on Jendon and his patients, if any defence left then on self.

Jendon's first attempt at helping the Captain, Martyn and the rest of the wounded was almost prevented as one of the Disciples charged at him from the stairs, intent on stopping the Apothecary trainee from finishing his task. However he carried Minteril's sword now which turned out to be more than just a pretty piece of metal. Moving with almost a will of its own, Jendon let the blade weave through the Dark Eldar's guard, slicing the alien's head of as cleanly as possible. Seemingly not disturbed by his show of strength, more of the Wyches came his way but then Aleph arrived, cutting a bloody path through the Xenos warriors, using both the borrowed chainsword and pistol to slay the enemies and push them away from the wounded.

Nearby, Pholax was just regaining his senses after both being hit by the psychic assault and Clawed Fiend's fist, when he saw Extrovious loosing it. He fired his heavy bolter into the monster blowing chunks of its flesh away but the thing still stood tall, not looking all that disturbed by the fact it was bleeding. It came forwards, once again smashing into Pholax who nearly lost his leg in the process, the sharp claws peeling most of the meat and armor away. Almost crippled, he watched Extrovious smashing his own fist into the wounds created by both of them, the move almost comical in a way until the Assault legionary jumped away and pulled his stricken brother with him. Clawed Fiend stood for a moment longer before the krak grenade went off, its leg simply disappeared after the explosion alongside better part of its lower torso. Collapsing on the ground, the thing stared dumbly at its missing limb, as if its brain was trying to comprehend what was going on. Extrovious was already there however, chainsword drawing beautiful shapes in blood as he went to work.

But he wasn't about to end there. Big monster was nothing more than a stain on the marble floor by that time, but there still more of the little ones who required his attention. Next couple of minutes were a blur to him, but what little he could remember were the sound of adamantium teeth going through soft flesh. The rest of his brothers could of course see that Extrovious lost himself in the red haze in similar fashion like Camille before him, reducing the remaning Wyches to bloody pulps and leaving little work for Elymas to do after he killed the one alien attacking him with a powerful blow of his staff.

As for the Kabalites, this was the job for Vitaly. Couple of more frag missiles and they were all but gone, those that survived the blasts were crawling down on the floor, their death slow and agonizing. Harkon and his Disciples were in the end all that remained, the Blood Priest too much of a Dark Eldar in the end - seeing that this battle turned sour and there was no hope for victory unless he too dies this day, he decides that living to cause more glorious murders would be a better way to serve his benevolent Patron. He turns around and flees through the Webway gate while leaving the rest of his Disciples to be cut down by bolter fire of the remaining legionaries of the 31st under Sidon's guidance, the Sergeant himself managing to bring them back to their senses and restore order.

Mountain shook again and more rocks fell down, the statue of Khaine toppling over, dropping on the gate and preventing from anyone else escaping or reinforcements being sent. Lord of Murder left his followers in the end, the cauldron of blood that was in the center of the temple slowly withered away, the red vitae running its course and disappearing into the soil. Surviving legionaries gathered around the wounded as more voices were heard from the adjacent tunnels, weapons reloaded in preparation for even more combat. They saw the fleeing aliens around the same time they were shot in the back, their insides smearing the cavern's walls. Only three of them survived, albeit barely and bleeding, but they stopped the moment they saw the infiltrators in their temple.

Moment of uncertainty cost them dearly as a power halberd swiped from the back, cleaving two of them at the same time while the third one was stabbed in the back as the warrior behind him charged, the run ended on one of the pillars nearby where the body of the alien was left to serve as decoration. "Most extravagant move, I like it," the warrior who spoke was clad in a fine purple baroque armor, the winged shoulders and many honors on it marking him as some sort of an officer. Martyn, Extrovious and Aleph however recognized the voice and handsome face, the same man who cheered for them during their sparring lessons. "I agree Lord Cautorious, it is one of your finer works," one of the legionaries that came behind him replied, this one carrying a combination of a shield and sword.

"Don't be such a sycophant Viatine - oh, but what do we have here," Cautorious stopped as he turned around, seeing the 4th squad and what remained of Captain Minteril's force. "Get some Apothecaries in here, quickly!" he ordered and warriors behind him shouted something further in the back before two medicae officers arrived at the scene, helping Jendon with his work.

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Night slowly fell as the 4th squad gathered at the great gates that acted as the entrance into what will one day be known as the Bleeding Mountain. They were not alone - survivors of the entire 3rd Millennial, little more than 700 legionaries stood at attention amidst the broken pieces of Dark Eldar tech. Flying gunships, skimmers and grav-vehicles of all kinds littered the ground alongside mounds of Xenos corpses. Every Captain was present, from sturdy Apox who stood next to a battered Mastodon to Cautorious, who's armor gleamed golden in the last sun rays of the day. Minteril was taken to the Apothecarion because his wounds were too severe but the rest of his Company which survived the battle made there stand next to the members of the 4th Squad, honoring them for their sacrifice in saving their leader from certain death.

"Today we won a great victory, the first one for our Millennial," Lord Commander Leonis spoke, standing atop a mighty Falchion Super Heavy tank. "Precious few of us are members of the Two Hundred, many more new brothers from both of our old and new home, but despite our differences and perhaps inexperience, today we showed everyone that, like our Father himself, we too rose from the ashes and burned across the sky, setting our enemies aflame and reducing them to cinders."

"While the victory brings great glory to our Millennial and the rest of the Legion, not to mention that I've spoken to Primarch himself, who was overjoyed with the news and told me that he will congratulate each of you in person once we are reunited, remember that this victory is yours. We were a small Legion, until recently forced to fight in the shade of another and while our brothers of the XVI are great warriors all, everything we did was contributed to them. But not anymore."

"This is what this victory means for the Legion and our Millennial. Hard test that we passed and now, we are free to reap the rewards. So celebrate my brothers! Remember that it is your names who will be written down in the annals of the Emperor's Children as those who paved the way! Glory to the Third Legion! Glory to Fulgrim! Glory to the Emperor!"

End of first part​

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~~ Earlier ~~
Elymas collapsed on his knees, before lying down on his back, dropping staff and pistol, trying to keep his organs as much inside of himself as he could. When the Apothecaries eventually got to the witch, having had tended to others first, they would find him barely conscious. "The Captain... Lives..." The Librarian would chuckle weakly, coughing up some blood in the process.

He could feel every single bit of the field surgery of how heat was applied to help his weakened larraman cells, due to his wounded organ, to cauterize. The young scriptorium member not even sure what exactly had been done unto him. The only important thing mattered was that the others would survive. Not thanks to him for sure, but he did his part to some degree.

The honor would stay with the others, after all it was brave Jendon who leapt into the cauldron. Vigilant Aleph coming to secure the perimeter and of course Martyn who fought always with his brethren in mind.

He could not even help Camille who had more success in his drunken blood rage than the librarian himself. What happened to Extrovius, Vitaly and Pholax. Elymas did not even know at this point. He even lost track of Sidon, only having had his mind on Minteril. There was still so much to learn on the battlefield. And yet he wished more to study, to read, to control his powers. It was not as much of a gift to have ascended to an Adeptus Astartes as he had initially hoped.


~~ Now ~~
Elymas had his arms crossed throughout the entire speech, being back on his feet and having mostly recovered with no lasting downsides. His gratitude had been extended towards the Apothecaries and serfs that aided him in forms of letters, along with letters of apologies sent to Jendon ( @Vulpas ), Minteril and Hephestus.

Even as Leonis spoke, he couldn't help but not be truly inspired. He wanted to celebrate. He wished to be grateful to have survived the trial of fire, to have seen so many crude horrors that these alien abominations brought down on them. But he could not. So many brethren died. Deep inside he hoped that Leonis would offer them proper service and collection of the remains - beyond the gene-seed.

When the Lord Commander mentioned how they would be part of a legacy, he surely did not mean this black sheep of the millenium, company and squad. Elymas took a deep breath and kept a low profile, putting his fist into the air like the others, acting along to not raise suspicions. The fact he was a witch was enough to put too many on a distance. And even among them, he had lost his respect.

When the ceremony of victory would come to an end, the librarian would remain standing there, looking towards the skies, remembering his promise that all of House Velodonus make more than once throughout their lives. "Our service. Our Honor. Eternally Terras', I vow tonight." He repeated softly out loud, whispering it into the passing breeze.

His helmet was luckily clamped to his waist, so that he could enjoy the fresh wind washing over his face. Soon they would leave behind this rotten world, only for colony ships to follow and settle here. Unknown to them the horrors that roamed here once. And hopefully they would forever be gone.

Despite all of his personal thoughts, the Terran librarian realized that this was the true might of the Imperium. Such a small invasion force liberating an entire world. Now to think there were 19 more legions out there with so many more legionnaires than the Emperor's Children. It gave him a shudder, more out of realization how little of a part he was in the overall machinery than anything else.

Lord Commander Leonis' words washed over the battlefield, uniting the Legion in celebration of their victory. The tired, the wounded, the battle-worn. All of them could feel, at last, the final confirmation of their righteousness in the Emperor's chosen purpose. The galaxy would belong to Humanity. And Fulgrim, the Phoenician, was to be its architect. Alephoros stood straight, all else forgotten.

"This is what this victory means for the Legion and our Millennial. Hard test that we passed and now, we are free to reap the rewards. So celebrate my brothers! Remember that it is your names who will be written down in the annals of the Emperor's Children as those who paved the way! Glory to the Third Legion! Glory to Fulgrim! Glory to the Emperor!"

Celebrate - yes, he would do so. But first, Aleph knew that he had to report to the Apothecarion. The sting of wounds was a timely reminder that he was feeling only the dulled pains from his half-scalping and numerous other hurts. Once due decorum had been observed, he fell in with the queue for medical attention.

The wounds of his body were mending already courtesy of his genhanced physique, but the more delicate work needed special care. Listening to the Apothecary - a stern man, but with a gruff kindness under his brusque manner - he learned that the nerves in the facial area were subtle things, and required a little more skill than the medical servitors could provide. And a more thorough anaesthesia, too; "We don't want you twitching, now do we Legionary Aster? Quite affects my knife hand.". And so Aleph found himself dreaming, in a numb twilight, sensory awareness pared down to the calm of hallucinogenic peace.



He stood on parade. The members of his squad - and himself alongside them - lined up, as if for a Lord Commander's inspection. But it was not Leonis who came forward, striding down the line, nor even the noble Cautorious. Aleph felt the presence of the Primarch before he saw the Phoenician, his elegant white hair streaming like a victory pennant in the breeze, clad in a simple gold-edged toga in Illyrian purple, tall and impossibly beautiful as he smiled, and took stock of his sons. The scrutiny of those amethyst eyes was hard to bear, like looking into the heart of a star. Yet none knelt. None dropped their gaze. And as he passed, the Lord of the Third nodded, and each of his sons strode to join in his train.

"Not you."

The simple words crushed Aleph. His mouth dried, he could not speak. Tears sprang into his eyes and only increased his shame. He wanted to speak, but he could not. All he could do was to stare, misery welling up inside him at the pathetic being he had become.

In that void of misery, the Phoenician stepped forward, and took his son's face in one white hand. Delicate fingers traced the lines of his wound, the missing skin patched by the Apothecary's aid, yet only a replacement, not whole. Not perfect. A flaw.

"Sire ..." Aleph could not say any more. He did not trust himself to speak. He knew, as surely as he could know anything, that the imperfect nature of his visage would mark him out, now and forever. The phoenix with a broken wing.

"Did I leave Chemos a wasteland, Aleph?" Fulgrim's voice was soft, but it carried the power of a demigod, did such things but exist outside fable. "Did I leave her factories in ruins, her foundries broken, her streets rough tracks, her plazas in ill repair?"

"No, Sire."

"No. Where there was ruin, I brought restoration. Where there was desolation I made the desert bloom again. I made the rains fall pure, clear once more." His fingers brushed Aleph's scar, the skin knitting more perfectly, now seamless, now free of any sign that it might once have been torn away. "I am the Water-Bringer; I am the Prefector of Chemos, am I not, my son?"

"Yes, Sire." But there it was, a small word in itself, and he could not keep it back.

"... vanity...?" Aleph whispered it, a hidden fear, a hidden sin.

"No. Not vanity. Perfection." The Phoenician smiled, and it was as if the sun rose. Aleph felt tears falling now, cascading down his remade face. Fulgrim brushed them away.

"I am the Illuminator."



When Aleph awoke it was to the grumbling of the Apothecary's rough tones, as he swabbed at his eyes with a free hand, surgical precision observed in his hygiene if not his bedside manner.

"Tears at the slightest touch on the cornea, always the same with you Sulpha types," he said by way of explanation, or at least all the explanation the young Legionary was getting. "I've fixed up your face, and I must say, it's some of my finest work. You should be fully healed in a couple of days. Try to leave off shaving for a while, though, eh?" He smiled, just a little. "You boys do shave, yes?"

Still swimming in a sea of chemicals both natural and injected, Aleph shook his head. With all the changes to his genetics, it simply hadn't come to that. Some of his Legion did have beards - those taken at older ages, mainly, or simply more mature in themselves before the first implants. Or perhaps that, too was somewhere in his mother's legacy. He couldn't really remember. The - dream? hallucination? overlaid everything still, even if such trivia yet endured somewhere in the back of his mind.

"Head still boy!"

".. s-sorry."

"Spit it out."

Aleph looked confused. His mouth was too dry; in fact, he could really do with a drink. "I don't -"

"Talk. Fast, preferably, there are other people waiting for new faces."

"Can I - can a person hallucinate, under all the drugs?"

"Yes. You might have some colourful dreams tonight, as well. Lay off the amasec and take it easy on the wine, too, for a couple of days. Now get off my slab, Legionary Aster."

Aleph left the Apothecarion, a little unsteady, though the anaesthetic was already metabolising. He made his way to his squad, or at least those of them he could find. Looking around for the rest as well, he spotted Camille.

"Aleph! New face?" he enquired, grinning, spotting the bandages. "That was a glorious fight! I felt the Emperor's righteous wrath flow through me!"

"Same face, I think," Aleph said, smiling at his friend's good humour. "Have you seen the others? How fares Minteril?"

-Mission end
As The last Xeno ran and their ability to cut him down was at an end, Jendon focused on the wounded of his squad and the captain as lord cautroius and his men reinforced them Jendon put captain Min's blade to his belt the weapon he found to be a well-made blade that suited captain mineteril, He made a mental note to present it to sidion to have returned to mineteril if he survived or back to the armory echelons as the blade wasn't his nor should he just claim it after this battle like some vulture, at best he hoped it would return to mineteril if he survived and had enough equipment to bring him back to full strength. Moving to Martyn finish patching up Martyn he would be quick before going to aid Camile , and several other of the 31, before moving with caturious forces to get the wounded on transport to return to base camp. At the end of this Jendon presented Min's sword to Sidion to return the blade he thought would got to a superior that would know who to bring it to.




Epilogue-
Jendon stood with his brothers wounded, but forcing himself to stand and represent his squad and mineteril's company, the battle had taken its toll on him, and Jendon would be seeing the apothecary immediately after this meeting, There head apothecary ordering it so due to the need to separate flesh from cermatite, and even possibly due work on his black carapace in case it had fused on the cellular level and would require scraping and repair.

Jendons helmet was removed as he looked up to Leonis, His face had splotches of burn wounds and bandages were covering a side of his face and head burn gel applied to the underside and antispecitc to help keep the burns from becoming infected. Half of his back hair at the neds was nearly burnt off and his once white hair was greyed from charring.

Jendon was glad for the victory and when he heard they were meeting he could feel a lump in the chest, the thought of meeting there gene-father for this victory sounded amazing, and something he only thought of in a dream, then there was the same, Jendon felt a nick of shame knowing only one dark eldar escaped that hakron that took min's body from him felt like it dragged him down a bit, they had gotten every Xeno but there seeming leader and the one who had injured the captain.

Nightmare surgery-
After The call, Jendon was taken to the apothcarion, Apothcary, Theo, and Leopold would be operating on him, while there own senior, was working on Min. Jendon found himself on an operating bed. both Theo and Leopold looking over him. "Damn brother, This is gonna be a mess, Leopold, Have the synth skin, ready we are gonna need it, while We get Jendon's real skin grown back and then merged on. Brother, Jendon this does not look good. We have the only small amount of tissue to work with being your face, so we are gonna have to have skin made for you from a sample of skin Luckily our legion have a technique able to regrow skin Pioneered by the Chief apothecary of our legion Fabius, Till we can get that made you will be... as we say walking around with this synthetic like skin, While it will be a replacement I warn brother it will not be pretty, So we will be working on most of your body with your synth skin, We both believe will heal in time due to the fact that your helmet was luckily only fused around the underside of your head." Theo said before Leopold came over a IV in hand.

"Hold still brother you will be out soon we have enough painkiller to put you in a coma-like state, Similiar to how our organs when wounded enough will render our us near death but on the edge of it, but this time being activated by our kidneys, a unique way of knocking someone out but needed for you since we will be removing the entirety of your skin and the shock of it could kill you if you were awake. There's only a low chance of you awakening So brother we will see you on the other side when we're done, anything you need to say before we begin?" Leopold said chuckling at his own joke. "None that I have brothers but I know you both will do a good job, After this how soon can I be expected to return to training and my brothers. " Jendon asked Theo looking down to him as he began bringing out the tools. "At least give the Synth skin three days, before any training exercises, You should be able to return to your brothers after a few hours after surgery as you will need to adjust to the skin under the watch of one of our seniors to make sure it all grafted well for now.

As Jendon began to feel the effect of the drugs entering his systems he would begin to feel his hearts race and his eyes begin to close the monitor's turned on and the sound of a saw beginning to turn on, and then Darkness. As Jendon opened his eyes he would still find himself in his armor The purple colors of it gone corroded, into grey, and black as if burnt and worn out. Jendon would feel a burning sensation all over his body and as he did when he jumped into the cauldron, Jendon felt himself sinking, Looking up he would find hundreds of bodies around him, Xenos, Space marine, Human, Animal, all of it sinking in this red mess burning, As he moved he would feel and see a shadow come over him, a being of molten fire, rage, Murder seemed to look upon the entire ocean, Its looked upon them and then the screaming began, not only his own but seemingly from all the bodies around him screaming, Jendon began to struggle and claw as he felt pressure all around him as the bodies began moving towards him, The marine trying to claw his way out would begin to struggle until the bodies all began crushing him, and with a unseen force crush them all completely.

It would be than where he would wake up screaming. "By Chemos Moon he's awake hold him down!" A voice rang out. Jendon would hear but not see. "JENDON Calm down your safe your in the apothcarion!" A voice would say it was then he felt a pressure around his neck. "I got his neck grab, his arms so he doesn't damage his internals. " Jendon could barely feel his arms until he felt a force grab one of them than another. "Whats going on why is he awake during operation!" A senior apothecary voice would ring out a sound of concern and anger over them. "Unkown, Jendon's Vitals began spiking during the middle of the operation after we removed his majority of the fused power armor, Then he began screaming. Shall we administer anesthetic to try to put him under again?" Leopold's voice rang out. "No. If we give him any more anesthetic his liver will shut down from the overlord, and with both, his hearts spiking at the rate they are it will kill him. we must risk continuing and finishing the surgery while he's awake. Get the restraints we need to restrain him to make sure Jendon doesn't accidentally kill himself." Jendon tried to speak but only slurred words came out. The senior apothecary came over to him. "Hold steadfast Marine It will be over soon." The apothecary said.

For the rest of the time Jendon would find himself drifting in and out of consciousness, Pain from the operation, rining through his body when he was awakened, Then the nightmare of him being boiled, and crushed alive with all those other figures. It would only end when he finally awoke one more time this time in restraints and his body feeling sore the senior apothecary over him. "Jendons hand would ball into a fist before the apothecary looked at him. "Good to see your awake and you have survived this... incident. Jendon. I apologies brother the way the surgery went, everything went well. accept your wakening during it. While I fully believe you are stable now, I must ask you if you are ok brother." Jendon would look around slowly. "Hurts all over. Some type of nightmare, back in the cauldron skin body burning, then felt like I was crushed." Jendon said. The apothecary nodded. "Likely hallucination, and the feelings of the surgery I would say Possible trauma. From combat as well. Brother Jendon, you have done well but I must ask you now to rest. Due to this incident with surgery, I think it will best for you to stay here at least for three days while your skin and body heal." The senior said as he did he would then unlock the restraints for Jendon.

As the restraints were lifted Jendon would look at his hands the color of his skin was pale, as if it hadn't been getting enough sunlight all the way up until neck, As Jendon flexed his hand and arm he would feel like there was something covering his entire body from his neck to his feet. "The discoloration in time should fade as it begins to get used to your body. most you should feel is burning, irritants and the urge to itch, If you feel that. do not itch its the skin and muscle getting used to one another. I am prescribing you also take these brothers for a short time as well." The Senior handed Jendon a pill bottle. "It should help with any pain you should be feeling over the next few days. As such I leave you to rest up. By the way, A serf brought you a few things to read up on and a few things from your squad and a present from your teacher. when you receive your new set of armor. " and with that the senior apothecary began to leave, Causing Jendon to look over where he noticed a letter sent from Elymas.



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It would be at least two days before Jendon would be back on his feet, From disturbed nighmares to waking pains from the work on the apothcaries body Jendon would take time to recover before meeting his squad mate. Jendon had raised an eyebrow at Elymas's message not understanding for a while what he was apologizing for though it would be something he would shrug off he would forgive Elymas for whatever perceived slight he saw that he caused Jendon it was little to Jendon as Elymas was not only a brother but a squad, mate that helped there all of them out in battle. As Jendon came upon there squad barrack it would hear he would spot his brother librarian. "Brother Elymas good to see you. Say brother think you have time for words?" Jendon asked looking to his brother.