"My old friend Tempestus is wiser than most of us," the Chaplain nodded in thanks to Draconion for offering quick aid. "We'll carry him in the Apothecarion, Tempestus you use your skill to keep the blood from flowing out and Steinar shall clear the way. Let's hurry!" "And Salamander, perhaps you might join us, I believe some of your wounds might have began bleeding anew. Let Gaius look at it, he has the necessary skill after all," Marmaroth said, the smell of fresh blood never managing to escape his senses.
A part of rage was sparked in Volorox as he watched Dracoian Beat into there only apothcary. his hand was balled into a fist as he went past following his brothers to the apothecarion he only glared at the salamander as he went by. Foul he is are only apothecary he thought to himself He was beaten when he had fallen to the ground but the Salamander Only continued. "how long do you think The recovery process for our brother will take." Volorox said as he passed wen't with them.
there it stood the animal the creature had smelled, something in its mind said horse was its name, it looked tasty. and locking in a pen, the creature began nearing the horse, slowly, it liked the fear of the horse as the monstreus hunter aproathed it distined easy prey, when this was done, it would return to the person of strong will who had retrieved it.
<Meanwhile somewhere totally else - Angelous> "Almost the inhibitor is complete... Then you can repent for your deeds in the past.... I am sure Dorallius or Feron will appreciate you as little token..." Angelous laughed like a mad man as the last assessments to the 'man' were completed.
- Rocky and Edd During Edd's stay at medical, four shards of shrapnel was removed, most of which was bone, and only needed twelve stitches. Jean had distracted Edd so well, he didn't notice the first eleven. Then he looked down. He attempted to jump up, but he was met with the butt end of a new Stubs-pistol. Awared to Edd, but too small for his large hands. Rocky decided to hold on to it for him. Edd was dazed long enough for the surgeon to finish. With that taken care of, Edd was indeed awarded a loli-pop. From where it came from was anyone's guess. "Good job Edd. I only needed to knock you out once this time. Has got to be a new record." "Thanks Rocky. Et wasn't so bad with you an miss Jean." "Yeah, thanks again for coming along. Would you like to get a bite at the Cantina before we're sent of to the next death trap?" "I'm hungry Rocky. An I can't wait for da next fight!" @Shadhunter
Jean smiled at the compliment. She then nodded. "It's been a while since I've eaten as well. I think a meal would do well. Perhaps it would even serve as a further reward for Edd?"
- Rocky and Edd "Ya don't gots ta worry bout me miss. I'm good wiff ration packs an some imperial meats." "And for the last time, that is not meat! Edd, what have you always wanted to eat? This is an Inquisition ship. It's bound to have better food than we've ever had in the Guard. Go on." "Hmm." Edd had to think about this. A file opened, revealing numerous foods of note. Most came with an implant sensation. In this case, smell. Simulated Grox stake with mashed potatoes and gravy. Edd started to drool at this. Rocky snapped his fingers a few times. "Edd? Edd, speak to me. Turn off your brain, you're getting everything wet!" Edd came to, "Grox meat n smooshed spuds with meat juice." "... What?" Rocky didn't have answer for this one.
Saluting once more time, Six climbed up into the Predator and looked around. It was quite different from the Leman Russes and Basilisks she'd seen from the inside before, but familiar enough for its Imperial technology. As gingerly as possible for a Krieger, she wrapped her hands around the Stormbolter's controls. At first, simply testing them would be enough - she turned and aimed the gun as much as the pintle-mounting allowed, before deciding the firing arc was large enough, and unleashing the veritable firestorm of a Stormbolter on the poor, defenseless targets. To properly appreciate what the Krieger felt at that moment, one has to understand that, contrary to what most who worked with them thought, Korpsmen were not emotionless automata. While it was true they weren't particularly emotive, this was due to the grim fatalism of their existent usually dominating their mood with a dark and cloudy gloom. Beyond this, they could vary vastly in personality and sensitivity; some were geniunely afraid of war, of what they faced, some relished the feeling of guns, some took great pride in their skills and others sought the thrill of melee. Ultimately it was their great loyalty to the Emperor that kept them with their famous drilled disciplinarian attitude, and their trained ability to suppress their personalities in favour of their role on the field. Six was a dutiful soldier by nature even without being Krieger, and as a person quite tidy, organized, spartan even. But one thing she loved was the loud roar of powerful weapons, and the feeling of utter destruction at her fingertips. The feeling of controlling a storm of annihilation directed at the foes of the immortal God-Emperor and turning them to ash, less than ash. Therefore, it is easy to understand why mortal words can do little to express the initial euphoria she felt behind this turret without going into boring biological details or being overly poetic. Suffice to say that a soldier witnessed the power of a weapon not made for mortals but demigods for the first time from the point of its user, and that when Six was done annihilating targets, the corners of her mouth turned slightly upwards while she left the tank.
