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*shrugs*

Meh... They Don t remember when there dead.

*slides out a cleaned compact bolt pistol with cut down barrel and large muzzle brake*

Does anyone else respect machine spirits?
*aims and fires on bird*

*a distant explosion can be heard, along with the horrific sound of metal grinding on metal*

*looks a second*

Oh... Crap... That does not sound good

Or somthing a bolt pistol can attack.

*Athan cocks his head at the sound of a distant... crash perhaps?

“This day is just getting stranger and stranger”

*The sound of metal grinding on metal continues for several seconds before a second, bigger explosion is heard*
*after a few moments of silence an earth shattering explosion can be heard, and a massive black cloud is kicked up in the distance*
*something big just went boom boys*

Stranger and....

*watches the boom and rising smoke*

We be expecting guests...
Somehow... Someone always mak s it out by some crazy luck.

*alternates between bird and forrest aiming pistol *

*a big plume of smoke can be seen in the distance now, as something is burning away merrily now*
*now the lighter snap-crack noise of a laspistol can be heard if one listens very closely or has very keen hearing*

"I would go and examine things, but I don't trust our airborne guest here."

"Is that... gunfire?"

*Athan flourishes the obsidian dagger in his right hand and readies to charge

"It would indded seem to be the case servant of the carrion throne. And do stop trying to hurl lumps of metal at me, see how well it went for Magnus of Prospero when he had his rebelious streak"

*Athan takes on a darker tone

“Do not speak to me of Prospero, daemon. I have not forgotten the handiwork of the sons of Russ against their own brothers.”

*shrugs*

Everyone knows Magnus was a heretic corrupted to serve Horus, slain by the glorious and heroic Leman Russ...

Imperial history tomes.

You seek to corrupt us with lies craven raven of evil avian oragin.

Il see what this newcomer is...
*carefully looks out for newcomer following sound of Las fire *

*by now the lasfire has stopped, and a solitary figure limps out from the tree line, and towards the assembled people*
*the figure's clothing is blackened from soot, and one bloodied arm is being cradled in a makeshift sling*
*she appears to be badly burnt in a number of places, but is wearing what appears to be a standard issue Imperial Guard tanker uniform*
*a worn laspistol is clutched loosely in her uninjured hand*

*Sister keeps pistol raised before lowering reconisingusing uniform and Aqulla symbols*

Come on... You saved me a bolt shell. Your lucky. You met a sister and lived.

Thetes... A... Room here...

*puts a arm to support easily taking weight with power Armour barely noticing the increased power demand micro spike. *

*the figure silently accepts the Sister's help and continues limping on towards the Room*
*after several steps she finally says something in a hoarse whisper*
I almost would've thanked you if you had killed me.... my entire crew just died. Why should I live when they all died?
*lapses back into silence*

*Athan looks solemnly at the wounded pilot.

“You’re alive because your time has not yet come. You have some role to play yet.”

*Sister replies and seems surprisingly gentle for someone in power Armour and seems to relise the guard woman's shock, though the emparor chose very different paths for them.*

*Sister armour is in good condition just battered by wear and everyday usage on joints paintwork etc, Being surprisingly calm with a carefully toned voice. Seeming more human than there feared reputation ,*

The emparor protects in misterious ways. He decided your fate lies elsewhere this day. Not even his most loyal know his actions.

This place is safe far as I know. You may rest here.

*the tanker looks at Athan and gives him a weary look*
A role to play? Oh goody, fate still has a few more curve balls to hit me with. Lucky me.
*sighs and glances at the Sister*
The Confessors never told us that the Emperor could be so harsh towards His servants as to have one woman survive out of an entire superheavy regiment.

“Sometimes less of a curve ball and more of a wrecking ball...”

*Athan looks perplexed

“Right now though I’m more concerned with what attacked you.”

"I would not fear the unknown post human, for the treads of fate are spun and woven long becore you came into this world"

*the tanker looks at Athan*
Oh that's easy. We were attacked by Renegades, this particular group has been stalking my regiment for a great deal of time now, trying to pay us back for us crushing their illustrious leader under our iron treads. Turns out they take offense to that.
*looks at the bird*
That's hardly comforting

*Sister seems to consider the answers non heresey and appropriately pius*

Its more fun when you set them on fire too, at same time. The emparor tests us all.. Thete is reason to his actions. The emparor protects us.

*sighs*

I'm last of my squad... It's what keeps me sane.

*Helps the battered guards woman to sit down and then kneels pulling off armour section performing Maitence revealing a armoured body suit below before reattaching pqrts*

*gives bird a glare*
Chaos always lies, even the lies are based on a bed of more lies.

*The tanker sits down with a grunt of pain*
*leans back against the wall and closes her eyes*
Wake me up in about 12 hours, I'm wiped.
*immediately falls asleep and begins snoring very quietly*

*Sister gives her a quick glance linking a breastplate cable properly back into its ducting*

Guard.... Keeps getting more and more informal... Send em all to the schola. Bet they Don t even keep track of saints prayers...

*goes back to finishing a minor repair and slotting the breastplate various covers for ducts on*

Marine... What chapter are you from may I ask... I do reconise your colours...

*asks politely, knowing despite battered to hell, is still dangerous*

*Athan looks softly at the sister.

“It has been a long time since I have been among the Astartes, sister - and even then We were never a ‘chapter’.”

*Athan looks long and hard at his companions

“Have you ever seen the awesome might of an entire legion arrayed before you?”

*sigh*

*The guardsman sits up with a pained grunt and then gets to her feet*
*glances around at the assembled people/animals/other miscellaneous creatures*
So what's on the agenda today ladies and gents?

*Sister looks from Mantaining armour and quietly in a corner*

A legion? But such has not been seen since the dark times... Either your telling a tall tale, or rather ainciant.

I was caught in thw tail end of black crusade, but we where mopping up thr traitors, mostly cultists... Thete masters fled.

*turns to the guards woman*

Probbly going out looking, see what can be used...
This place could do with some furniture, maybe find food or so.

*makes sign of Aqulla before getting up and checking pistol loaded and racking slide*

*the guardsman glances around*
Yeah, a couch or two might be nice. Turns out the floor is a tad uncomfortable to sleep on
*neck cracks audibly*
Maybe a few potted plants, a nice painting or two would REALLY help the ambiance in here methinks

*Sister shakes head laughing*

You never attended a schola then..
A potted plant would be a extreme luxury.

We did not eat if we did not pass that day.

*climbs up with sound of servos and metal pushing off ferocrete*

Il see what I find. If thr emperor wills it.

*heads out searching and looking for things of value In lands closest to the room. *

" We are if anything reliable, and well. Everyone lies, even Your precious Emperor lied"

“Forgive me for being so cryptic. A tale for another time perhaps, but yes, I have seen far too many years for one soul.”

*Athan shifts to gather supplies

“I must repair my weapons and restore this spear.”

*The Legionairre twirls his obsidian shard