Razael Mordautus, student of Galmech Mordatus. I seek to replace my mentor's place among the Imperial Nightmares. Since News of his death I been sent out to collect his secrets.
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Galmech Mordatus, once a member of the Imperial Nightmare, now i wear the black armor of a black shield.
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The shattered broken shell of what once was the 3rd fleet limped into space dock.
“Reports are in my Lord….”
Lord Admiral Kilos held out his hand as he took the pad looking it over.
“Status of the torch and remaining ships?”
“Sir the Colonel has set up triage centers in hangers two and three, his guardsmen are assisting teams in recovery and repair. Void shields are collapsed, we have multiple breaches across most decks, we have one lance battery online but its questionable, and only 15% of macro and defense weapons are online. We are currently towing the cruiser Armageddon her main drive section is still open to void space, the rest of the fleet is in need of major refit and repair.”
“Inform Segmentium Command, if they are still alive that the 3rd fleet is combat ineffective for the foreseeable future.”
The ships remaining astropath began to shake violently as he struggle to receive a message.
“Message….encrypted…..code violet…”
“Find Colonel Gladorus now I need him and the remaining senior officers in whats left of my office.”
In hanger two Brutis had his hands full. Wounded were laid across the blood slick floor, body bags were half haphazardly stacked where ever there was room.
“YOUR A GUARDSMEN DAMN IT! HOLD STILL OR ILL RIP THE DAMN ARM OFF!” He pushed down on a guardsmen as a doctor was attempting to remove a crushed arm.
“Doc cant we give him anything?”
“Sir we ran out of stims hours ago just hold him!”
Brutis look down at the guardsmen. “ This is going to hurt.” He grabbed him with his servo arm squeezing tightly on the crushed arm. “Now cut damn it!”
With one quick slice from the powered blade the arm was off. The guardsmen screamed with the sudden rush of pain as he lost concessions.
A naval officer rushed into Brutis view as he was wiping the blood off his hands.
“Sir you and the remain officers are wanted on the bridge.”
“What could the old man want now emperor damn it! Fine your in charge down here see to the wounded.”
Brutis pushed his micro bead “If your a officer and alive get to the bridge now. Gally, Juno get over to the Armageddon find a tech priest team get that breach sealed.”
As Brutis walked threw the decks tech priest and servitors struggled to keep systems online. Men nodded at him as they removed dead from the rubble. “I don’t know what held her together this ships just as stubborn as the Admiral.” Brutis makes it to the door of the Admirals office he pressed the button as it sparked “Come on….” He grabbed the door seam with his arm and yanked it open.
Kilos looked up “You know theirs a manual override.”
“With all do respect sir I don’t care.”
Kilos chuckled “You haven’t lost your charm Colonel.”
A few officers all battered and bloody entered shortly after.
“Gentlemen the reason I have summoned you all here is we have received a transmission from Terra.” Kilos turned on the holo map as it fizzled and flickered. “We lost Cadia, the Cadia defense fleet is all but gone, countless dead guardsmen and space marine forces. And most of the fleets that were called in for support are in worse shape then us believe it or not. Terra was assaulted by chaos forces but the Lord commander had beaten them back. The segmentum is split in half and the eye has grown exponentially.”
“So we are lost.” A officer said as Brutis threw his cup at him.
“NO! We are not lost not as long as I draw breath…” Drawing his bolt pistol pointing it at him. “ And speak like that is Heresy..”
“Stay your pistol Colonel!” Kilos barked out looking him dead in the eyes. “Save that wrath of yours for chaos.”
Brutis looked over holstering his pistol “We will talk about this later Captian.”
“We can’t be at each others throats or chaos will win…” He punched up another screen showing the current Intel on chaos forces. “Our orders after we are space worthy again we are to head out to these three different sectors to show the people of the Imperium we are still in command of this space that the Emperors light has not faded from them. Rebellions have already started to break out chaos cold grip is starting to take hold. And it is our job to stop it, you’ll get your chance for pay back General Brutis….”
Brutis looked up “You talking to me Admiral?
Kilos tossed him some General pins “Just came threw it appears we are short on experienced officers.”
Brutis looked at the pins “Sir what about my boy’s?”
‘You have been given command of three Unlimbic units the 707th, 706th light Infantry and the 2nd Lance from House Gilith. They should arrive in the next couple of days. You will depart on the troop transport Fury with 6 escort ships. Rigous 2 is having a problem with what they think is rebellious forces the Torch will join you as soon as we can.” Kilos holds out a pad with his orders on it, and taking the pins out of Brutis hands pinning them to his collar. He snaps a quick salute. “Good Hunting General Brutis, now if you’ll excuse me gentlemen we have 6 hrs till space dock, we are still towing a Cruiser.” Kilos exits heading to the battle bridge.
Brutis looks at the officers in the room “You heard the man go.” Brutis switches to a broadband vox signal “All hands this is Col….General Brutis we will be reaching space dock in 6 hrs its been a long 8 months lets not, let her down now.”
“Wait, General? How we really been inching limping our way home so long they finally collard him into the job?”, Serphina said as she looked up from where she had been leaning against the wall. Her face was thinner and tinged grey with fatigue and hunger but a weak smile spread across her face as she made her way back to the Navigator.
“Ya hear that Mister Sims? We’re almost out of the warp spawned hell. Get ya some proper help.”, she said as she cheeked the man again.
Since they had fleed the fight, she had been helping with the Navigator after he lost most and burned through the rest of his aides as well as helping with the choir. Both tasked had drained her greatly and left those around her concerned for how long she could hold out. She had noticed how jumpy some of the guardsmen would get when she would slump or stagger. She couldn’t really blame them, no one wanted to be near if a psyker lost themselves and became consumed by the things that lurked in that warp. Still, the last thing she wanted was a battle thin guardsmen with an itchy trigger finger to get spooked.
Your companions would make sure that the fool that ended you would not outlive you long., came a reply to her unspoken concern.
“Not really a comforting thought.”, she muttered as she left the sleeping Navigator. She patted her leg as the door closed behind her and listened as her dog got up from where he had been laying outside the chamber. The months of slow travel and restricted rations showed in bother master and pet. He was thinner and there were a few scares that he had gotten from combat as well as some starved crewmen that took to see him as a fresh meal. Even one of her cats had been a target, the small black cat was now short a tail.
“Come on Rantun, les go congratulate Brutis.”, she said as she softly caressed the torn ear of her dog.
“An think of how close we are to a good meal and a nice long hot bath.”, she said as a sigh escaped her lips as the thought of a hot bath.
“Well you might be fine wit the way you smell but I don’t.”, she said with a dry bark of a laugh at the whining sound her dog made at the mention of a bath. Her hand rested lighting on top of Rantuns head as they slowly made their way to the last place the psyker had known her friend to be.
Regis only paused for a moment as wires got caught in his metal joints again. Sagging and releasing the pistons he let his hands drop to release the metal pinching the wires as he heard a voice over the vox. Extracting his hands he continued his working as he pushed the blackened robes up his arms. Exhaustion did not cut out a familiar name as he tilted his head dividing a small portion of his attention to the announcement and shuffled it to the side. Shifting his back to straighten out he grunted as there was a protest to uncurling his spine.
Keeping his eyes on the task on hand was the only way he found he could ignore his deteriorating mental state from the lack of sleep. Murmuring under breath he almost chanted. “Ignore the shadows, jerry-rig the machine, stitch the flesh. Ignore the shadows, jerry-rig the machine, stitch the flesh. Ignore the shadows, jerry-rig the machine, stitch the flesh.”
A light snort got his attention as he snapped out of his muttering mantra as he looked back at the guard dog that still remained. Dead eyes rested on the canine before he gave it a hand motion it can go get food and excuse it from working as he disengaged the supplies form the canine. As his hand pulled back he noted the tremble in the metal before sighing. He needed to rest, he forwent drugs and caffeine. Mentally drained and overwork he pulled himself out of the hole in the floor and leaned on the wall. As darkness closed about his vision he replayed the message in his head that he heard before the light returned as the words sank in. He mumbled to no one in particular, “…port?” Dimly aware of people moving about him he looked about. Turning his head his eyes followed both shadows and people moving about before cursing as he was in the wrong section for if they wanted to dock. Cussing came out as a whisper as he rose to his feet as he growled. Another 6 hours on top of his already 36 hour day was nothing if there was a promise of rest.
As a figure moved passed him he reached out and gripped them as he gave a question, “Are you busy? “Doing repairs and weild-” “Come with me we are repairing docking calms…clamps.” He growled out as his hand tightened as he heard a complaint form. “ More of those working the faster repairs are done. Come.”
Lifting the pack of supplies he established himself before walking forward as he beelined towards his first destination, half dragging the unfortunate guardsman with him as he did not register he still had his hand clamped about the arm. Using his metallic parts to carry himself forward he does not let any dead weight slow him down as he shouldered his way through. Sooner he is off this ship the sooner he could check on the kids
Anonymous asked: A horse is left for Razael that is large and sturdy enough for a marine to ride. The brand on the flank as been burned off leaving a mass of scaring.
Looking on the large horse, and carefully examining the status of the beast, it seemed healthy enough. However horses were not an experties as he kept a wary eye on it even if it was a herbivore. He seen how temperamental they can be as he lightly kept a hand on it as he walked around. He paused at the mass of scars where a brand maybe as he scowled under his helmet. This did not bode well as he lightly patted the horse. Such a beast of war would be missed and who ever they belonged to would be looking for them. Yet leaving it to it’s own means was beyond his training as he was use to predators. What little he picked up on from the kreiger and a thunderhoof who berated him of is poor cooking skills would help but he feared his ingorance would be their down fall.
Sighing deeply, he pulled his cloak from his shoulders to fashion a make shift lead for the creature. Crunching along, he walked with the beast as the rogue trader’s excavation was still going on and they can contact someone that can better care for them even if they all lacked equipment for the beast.
Anonymous asked: A small box is left on the table for the mute marine. When it is opened colorful glass shards are inside. As light strikes the glass it shivers and forms a small humanoid figure that follows and mimics his actions. When smashed it cracks under fist before reforming again.
Mild annoyance grew with vague curiousity as he examined the small thing. While durable it seemed useless past that. Maybe a useful thing to throw at people at a distance as it seems to be latched on to him
(I am surprised I still get these little things with how dead I been)
captain-elena-tarunt asked: Dexter: Do they typically pursue more intellectual goals over physical ones?
Razael prefers intellectual goals as it means it is something he can do while in the fleet. Physical activity and goals on a ship is more difficult to accomplish as well as limited on what to do with out doing them over and over and over again. His range of goals are slim at the moment as a new marine that is leaving the fleet but will grow and can change.
kellancallic asked: DeeDee: What fascinates them most? Why?
Razael is fascinated in general by the choice of animals others have taking as their companions. And the fear many have to spiders. He finds the difference in his culture among his chapter and the interactions of those out side to their animal companions and what they are used for. Most of it stems from his isolation inside the chapter it’s self be being tasked to the 11th company even if it is active with the low numbers to the whole of the chapter.
Razael Mordautus, student of Galmech Mordatus. I seek to replace my mentor's place among the Imperial Nightmares. Since News of his death I been sent out to collect his secrets. 
