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*Blocks a rather heavy flying ork made box so likely rater solid and durable raising her augmenting arm to deflect the impacting projectile diverting it with a clatter*

Getting hit by a bolt shell to the brain is a tad fatel Ork..

*Suprised and sees the box atachually contains somthing remotely similar to impirial bolter shells that look like they have a better chance of killing your target than you,*

Marine.. Marine.. Heavy... Oh.... 75 compact.
How the frag.

*Glares at snorting mag locking empty pistol and grabbing her sword that was living next to her*

Now now little xeno creature. If you know what's good for ya life span.
*makes blade crackle with enegery a second pushing a activation rune*

*The Ork sees the Sister readying a blade and laughs even louder*
YOUR TINY LITTLE SHOOTA AIN'T GONNA HELP YOU HERE HUMIE!
*sees her threatening the Snotling*
TOUCH MY SNOTLING AND YOU'LL HAVE ME TO CONTEND WITH HUMIE!
*raises power klaw menacingly*
I JUST WANT TA KNOW WHERE DA NEAREST SUPERMORKIT IS! LITTLE GITSNICKER THERE HAS AN AWFUL RASH THAT IS LOOKING A BIT DODGY!

*Sister gives a sly smile realising the Orks love of his little snorting,

Little or not a. 75 call He bolt is quite effective.

*Lowers blade with a smile*

How cute folks.. I was hereticus, you big green guys where Xenos so not my job description.

Ask the marine, there was some ruins to the west I think.

*Athan sighs

“No need to direct the beast my way...”

*Turns to the Ork

“There are several man-made structures to the southwest you could try scavenging, but no sentient life for miles as far as I could tell on my last foray outside.”

*The Ork glances at Athan*
THANKS FER DAT HUMIE! GITSNICKER, I NEED YA TO STAY HERE AND GET MY SHOOTA READY.
*the little Snotling farts audibly and walks outside, returning a few seconds later dragging a stupidly large gun behind him*
*It's not entirely clear how he can even move this thing*
*The Ork nods in satisfaction*
*crashes back through the wall and races out of sight*

*through all of this DeQuest is sound asleep on the floor*

*Shrugs to marine*

As I said... Hereticus.
If it's chaos. Or got tentacles sure.

Orks are xenos. That would be deathwatch chamber militant.

*Reloads pistol and scaveneges a few safer looking pistol rounds for self*

She sleeps better than snowus blanc.
I wish I slept that well.. Never since Victoria...

*in the distance the Ork can be seen crashing through the wall of what appears to be a large warehouse style building*
*the Snotling picks it's nose and sits next to the Ork's shoota*

*DeQuest rolls over and keeps sleeping*

*Athan turns to Marla with a concerned look

“Who is Victoria, if I may ask?”

*Marla sighed and runs finger over one of the sisterhood symbols on a chain, with a soft tone, playing fistractidly with them between her fingers*

Victoria... She,.. We where novices together. Among other things but the impirum not care as long as you do your service, long as your loyal.

Anyway. Who argues with a flamer and a sword at your throat.

Until... Well.. We had to escort some inquisitor to a recently reclaimed planet. We where ambushed, 2 of us including Victoria was killed. She was our squads Hospitaler medic.

Despite what they say, we still human...

Our squad got broken up after that. Maria was injured badly and became a Hospitaler at a shrine world. our superior decided to join inquisitor.

I was before whatevet happened, was on way to train at a schola.

“I see. I’m sorry for your loss.”

*Athan nods with a solemn sincerity

“I know the feeling well.”

*nods and sits down munching on a ration bar somberly playing one handed running thr symbols through fingers. *

*finds a pict capture inside armour of a squad of sisters in full armour and younger, Marla with arm over a white haired, white armoured sister, and others all in front of a large golden statue of a impirial eagle. *

Thanks... Not everyone can return from dead like Saint Celestine. The emparor had a plan in all things... You have to trust somthing. That's all of us just after we took our full vows together. There's 3 left of us.

The order canness had us all down as combat shocked and transferred from chamber militants to serve in the other capacities.

Sorry. Seems we both as broken as the other.
From the look of your gear, you must have been out in the universe a while on your own.

*The Ork comes storming back towards the Room on a smoke belching Warbike*
*still a ways off though*

*Athan nods

“After the ‘great’ (scoffs at the word) crusade, I spent a number of years just wandering. What I have with me are the only mementos of my time as a legionairre, and some other tricks I picked up wandering the stars. Many a feral world became my home over the eons. I only recently found a group of similar refugees who took me in, but I’ve been separated from them and wound up in this room somehow.”

*the Ork goes off a ramp and crashes through one of the windows of the Room, doing a sick trick as he does so*
*he then proceeds to do a couple dozen dougnoughts around Athan and the Sister, kicking up a TON of smoke and dirt as he does so*
WOOOOOOO! DIS IS HOW YA DO IT YA GITS!
*in the midst of all this he tosses a thing of rash cream at the Snotling, who somehow manages to catch it*

*Sister nods quietly*

Wait... Your great crusade... Only... Bjorn.. And some rumours of another space wolf abound from that era remain...

By the emparor.. That times myth.

,*coughs from smoke as the ork hurtles round and somehow has excellent bike control for such a crude and impulsive species*

Jeez.. It smells like your burning fuel so crude a Leman Russ would refuse to start...

Find anything zogging intresting ya greenskin.

*Remembering training on Orks remembers that the language is belived to be made up of 95% insults. *

“Believe me, Sister, would that it were only a myth...”

*Sister looks confused as history is somewhat forgot alot of things"!, watching ork carefully while at it. *

Oh.. But mankind was at height, things advanced quickly and 18 primarchs drove the barriers of the impirum far beyond known space.

It was a golden age... Well that's thr book version, so long ago the great tomes where faded and hard to read in places.

*The Ork does one last doughnut and then stops next to the Sister*
I FOUND DIS WARBIKE! RED ONEZ GO FASTA SO DIS ONE IS OBVIOUSLY THE FASTEST ONE AROUND!
*the bike is painted entirely red from front to back*
I ALSO FOUND DIS REAL NEAT SHOOTA!
*pulls a rather ornate looking plasma gun from a saddlebag*

“18.... is that what they told you...”

*Athan subtly clenches his fist.

*the Ork notices Athan's tension*
*he walks over to him and hands him a mug of suspicious smelling "beer*
ERE! 'AVE A TASTE OF DIS. IT'LL PERK YA RIGHT UP!

, *Marla nods*

18... Yeah. The 9 remaining statutes of Terra, 9 who turned traitor, 18 went out to crusade for the emparor... 9 rebelled and 3 Stood alone against all to defend the god emparor and the Palace.

History is not my strong point...but we taught the primarch saints and high sanginous, Russ the hammer of her antics, Dorn the sentinel of Terra...

*turns to see ork and smells a drink like fertiliser, jet fuel and promethium got mixed with industrial waste coated spoon*

Perk ya up... That smells like a effective explosive..

*the Ork laughs uproariously*
DAT JUST MEANS IT'S DA GOOD STUFF!
*shoves a mug into Athan's hands, and one into Marla's hands*
IF DIS DON'T GET YA FEELIN' GOOD, THEN NUFFIN' WILL!

*Marla takes it but feels light headed just from the smell *
*if ork alcohol like Dakka lol*

I thought that valhallen stuff was strong... Wait I have idea ork, this is basically strong ernough to be unrifined fuel...

*Sits down and has a fine fuels idea, finding the old camping lamp, the ork ale and a multi tool starts making a few tweaks before the it starts emitting a faint, then greenish glow that lights the room up in the growing dark*

Of course it be green... But it may keep beasts away.

*A mangey dog stalks by and detours seeing the light shining though a broken window, little do they know is part of somthing bigger*

*The Ork looks mildly offended that Marla didn't drink any of the fungus beer*
*then looks mildly intrigued by the assembly process and gets an idea of his own*
*zooms around the Room picking up bits of scrap for no apparent reason*

*Athan politely sets the mug down beside his seat. He looks long and hard into the campfire.

“Your histories are less than accurate sister. There were more of us, some of whom the galaxy would seemingly rather forget.”

*Looks up from tuning her lamp, resalutely glowing Greakish but making a fairly strong glow in small room*

More... But 18... The books say the other two legion numbers merely reflect reinforcement and training units, whom where waiting official assignment

Forget... How could two legions be so.... Heratics turned on the emparor and not be burned so.

I probbly have a holographic history somewhere... I used to keep one as history and scriptures where allowed on duty when waiting for some her at ic to show up, or thr priest we guarding to finish Thete work.

*Looks up at ork whom working in corner noisoly*

Hey.. Find anything intresting in that warehouse. Ammo, materials... I wanted to try and fortify this place. Seems we found a fighting planet.

...

*meanwhile the heatics who de quest was fighting managed to survive in the forests and evade the wolves whom where less intrested in corrupted souls.

From a far hill a enemy watches down a long telescope, sighting a small glow in the night from there fire and lamp, signaling his comander, a mutated man corrupted and empowered by warp when he brought them to darkness.

He casts one of his several eyes over the small camp, seeing a pure soul whom would make a good sacrafice indeed.

*Athan doesn’t break his gaze from the flames

“There were twenty full legions when we set out. One by one we found our biological fathers, our Primarchs. Living gods walking among men, if we can even be called such.”

*Athan fiddles with the rune-covered obsidian shard he has been using as a dagger

“But my brothers never lived to see the height of human civilization. They were lost during the xenocides of the great crusade, when something was awoken that consumed and damned one tenth of your Emperor’s military might.”

*Athan drifts off in thought

“If Horus Lupercal has seen the things I saw on Craetia, he would have elected to die rather than submit to the ruinous powers. I assure you.”

*Marla looks Suprised*

Do I want to know more... I feel like I could be killed for just knowing 20 departed Terra...

A foe claiming two legions... Corrupting them..
They found a dark place indeed. Some places are best avoided.

*Guesses dagger somthong important of that time*

Marines... Marines fell. Sisters never have. Nore the incorruptible 10,000. I guess we a have a place in the emparors design.

Horus can never be redeemed marine. His weakness broke the golden age and so his name shall live in infamy, in decay and darkness...

He the reason we in this damned mess of a galaxy.

*having gathered a sufficient amount of scrap, the Ork retreats to a corner of the Room and begins assembling something*
*sparks fly as he begins welding metal together, and over time the scrap begins to take the form of a rather large gun*

*DeQuest has now started a small fire and is brewing a small pot of coffee over it*

*Athan looks solemnly at Marla

“Whether or not you want to understand more sister, know this: one was purged and the other forgotten, but both were abandoned by the imperium they served.”

*Athan exhales heavily

“I don’t blame Horus for his choices any more than I blame Russ for his. What broke mankind was not the actions or cruelty of a few men, but rather the soulless march of conquest untempered by patience or understanding of what lies out there in the darkness.”