OOC: Ah come on, even unconscious 'Sirius'. Argh. Hate you sometimes with your 'fun-plots' you know? I mean first he gets screwed with hallucinations and crap and now this? You better don't let him die, @DeathKorpsOfKrieg !!! xD
"well thats a name i have not heard in two hundread years, now then carlarth why did the orks not capture you" as he spoke he activated his vox "marmoroth ive found a human survivor from the hulk before it became a hulk, i advise caution when dealing with her"
<Amraphel> Oh hello what do we have here?", Amraphel asked with a painful smile on his lips. Barely able to move, he looked arround the room, his eye falling on Sirius who seemed to be unconcious. He tried to move, but as he soon discovered he was strapped to a table, so, at least for the moment, there was nothing he could do. "But why am I strapped to this table", he asked with a cynical voice,; if you only wanted to ask me some questions you could have just asked, there is no need for all this brute violence, surely someone coming from a legion such as yours would see the merit in that." "Well if this is all about questions", a cynical smile crossed his lips, "surely you wouldn't mind if I asked you some too. Who are you and what do you want? I'm just asking, because most of your brothers would find this pretty boring, not enough rape, extasy and music."
"Perhaps they didn't even know I'm here," the woman replied, but not moving her mouth in the process, "Or perhaps...they were afraid? But why are you here Veritas? Have you come to seek forgiveness for all those brothers slain while you were off chasing ghosts with Krauz?" At the same time, he heard Marmaroth's voice replying to him. "I have found couple of those as well. Do you require assistance Brother?" "Well, the 13th Black Crusade has ended in a stalemate at Cadia, we've been fighting the forces of the Warmaster ever since. It was dark and bloody, like you might expect and believe me when I say it because I am talking from experience, it was really...close." "Anyway, after it, my Chapter suffered significant losses and I returned back to Segmentum Solar, just in time to see a Tau invasion fleet spearing towards Terra. However they were actually stopped and almost killed to a man by a combined force of various branches of the Imperium that were left behind to defend. It is also there when I saw Marmaroth for the first time. He used to be one of those in charge of the defense alongside another Apothecary you might have seen already around here, it's how he got his rank as a Watch Commander and his old ship...Also, since we were besieged from all sides, Deathwatch required new recruits so I enlisted, since I had plenty of experience." "Fate would have it I once again saw our Chaplain as I was taken under his wing, alongside a number of other Marines. However, it turned out we weren't fighting as many aliens as I thought, more like it we went after Chaos infiltrators and what not. It took its toil and at the moment, there's only 5 of our original Space Marine crew left alive...chasing the enemy all around Segmentum." "At least that's what I know that was happening, since I didn't get many news from the outside world during our campaigns...but I guess some news are better than none, eh?" <Shadow Master> "I suppose it is only fair, if you know who I am, so you can tell my little rival over there." He gestured to the unconscious Son of Guilliman. "I am Oraan. Master of Shadows. Bringer of swift deaths. Mourner of the Perished and Lover of Slaanesh." He grinned behind his helmet as he walked up to Amraphel, caressing his cheek with his Power Gauntlet Tips. "And I told you what I want. I want you to answer a few questions... Then the two of you can go. Be a good, little Astartes and you can leave as you came. But...." He grabbed him strongly by the chin and stared into his eyes through the emerald green lenses of his helmet. "If you remain that cynical, I fear I have to hurt you and your Brother, and once I got started.... It will be difficult to get me down from my trip of pleasure in pain." The Emperor's Child who claimed to be named Oraan slapped Amraphel hard across his left cheek with the back of his hand. "Question Number One. What is your name, Blackshield?"
<The Sister> "The Thirteenth?! ..." The Sister fell silent after that loud exclamation, obviously somewhat shocked, and wondering how much time has passed. Nonetheless she remained silent until Gaius was done with his 'turn'. "So much happened then... I assume you know nothing about the curr.... Twelfth Crusade, in detail at least?" She became somewhat melancholic, yet it was more the shock of realization of how much time has passed and the fact that all that time she was stuck here. But the reason for it? Surely the God-Emperor had a plan, and given that this Chaplain and Watch Commander seems to be a legend of his own, she must serve him and the rest of family he gathered around him, to keep them on the righteous path and destroy all heretics, mutants and aliens they meet. And she would ensure to just like in the past, to lead by example.
"No i shoudent but i was warning you not to come in my way" as he replied to marmoroth he turned to her "i have killed more than i would like to admit" as he spoke he walked closere "but i never expected to meet you here carlarth, and there can never be any forgiveness for me, the chapter is dead the system destroyed by a shadow of me"
<Amraphel> Amraphel was disgusted by this degenerate, but not wanting to anger his captor any more he kept his feelings to himself. He looked arround, hoping to find any means of escape, or to atleast cut himself loose, but he didn't see any. With a stern expression on his face, he replied to the captors question: "My name is Amraphel, a pleasure to meet you." Amraphel struggled to control his anger, his coller rising, stirred by the maddening depravity of the slaaneshi follower. In his mind he imagined using his bare Hands to throttle the life out from that that disgusting fanatic, but the truly depraved thing was that even such a act would probably still pleasure a slaaneshi follower.
"Sorry Sister, but I'm only a bit over one century of age myself, so 12th is still an ancient history to me. But hey, at least I can tell you that we won," Gaius smiled when recollecting what was imprinted in him on Mancora during his training, but he wasn't that convincing, especially when it turned out few of those Blackstone Fortresses survived and emerged during the final crusade, inflicting heavy losses on many Imperial troops, his own Chapter being one of them. <Shadow Master> "Amraphel." He said it slow and enjoying as if tasting it. "A name of a true angel, indeed." The man was pleased of how obedient the subject was. "Tell me. What do you know of... this Son of Guilliman? What was he searching for in this part of the ship? Trying to sneak into my laboratories like that?" The Emperor's Child walked over to the unconscious form of Sirius and inspected him. "Still unconscious? I didn't even give him such a strong dose... Weaklings. Just like all of Guilliman's children." He mocked the unconscious man, seeing if he was only acting unconscious. But he was out for good, otherwise he would have attempted to attack him from such insult. "So if the forgiveness is not the reason, then why are you here, last of the Watchman?" woman asked, not looking afraid by the huge Dreadnought's bulk.
"i am on a path of destruction that will only end in my death" as he spoke the dreadnaught looked straight at her "my family was meant to die with me not be reunited with one i have not seen in a long time" as he spoke he let his mind flow through the room "though the last time you were the stronger psycher now i am"
<The Sister> "At least some relief. I doubt we Two-Hundred and Fifty Sisters would have not made much difference, though I can promise you, that we would have fought as hard there as we had here!" She noticed the tone in his voice, but she didn't want to press on it. The God-Emperor and his family prevailed, that is all that mattered to her, details are unimportant, those of the past anyway. "Let us drink on those that fought for our future, our recent victory and our time together as family under His glory!" Renate roared loud for everyone in the canteen to hear. She was a Canonness, and morale was one thing she always found a way to rise, besides they would be drinking anyway, so why not do it for a good reason?
