Chapter 10
" Master, we have encountered troubles in the plan " A voice said aloud, it wasn't a meek or low voice. It didn't really match the image of some who would call another master.
No, it belonged to a man. A young vibrant looking man whose body would make even the most seasoned warriors doubt the credibility of it, perhaps it wasn't natural or perhaps it was.
The young man had his head bowed slightly, not so low as to seem like a slave or weak minded creature yet not so high as to show disrespect or allow a mind to presume it a mocking gesture. No, it was a bow of grace, respect, pride and most of all, loyalty.
" How bad is the situation? " A reply came.
The owner of said reply was shrouded, a lack of visible features or even a face attributed to that. There was only his voice, a male's voice certainly even amidst all that interference and static.
" The Warriors of Iron did their part as needed but….they brought with them things that we could not foresee. The stench of the warp plagues your kingdom " He answers, his voice a mixed tone of anger, hate and frustration.
Always a warrior at heart, he held loyalty above all else. The actions of the Iron Warriors which he refers to as the Warriors of iron due to their similarity in appearance to mechanicus styled constructs made of Iron.
Is seen as an act of betrayal by him and a great tear at his respect for such mighty warriors. He had never thought of the possibility of them going far beyond the scope of their agreement to pursue other objectives of their own - it was a gut wrenching feeling he hated.
" Which one? " the voice replied, though now, it felt venomous. There was an acute rise in its volume and a sharpness that could be felt in it.
" Mostly the one who bathes in blood - I am in the process of fully eliminating them; however, the one who curses our flesh has also been sighted " The young man replied, his mind quickly recalling the reports he received and his actions in trying to correct the mistakes made.
" Are you sure? " the question he had expected came, while the voice now back to his controlled state sounded calm and lacking in emotions. He knew that there was a certain fear in it, after all. The one who curses in the guise of love is the hardest to deal with as they had been shown.
" I confirmed with my personal guide…though they are not doing anything much. Neither growing their influence nor trying to spread their disgusting touch " The young man replied.
"....Try to stay on schedule, keep an eye on the one who curses our flesh. I want a full report by the month's end, the time is coming and we must be ready " The voice stated, a sense of urgency could be felt from it. Oblivious of course to most but not the man before it at this moment.
" By your will….Emperor " The young man replied, his head remaining bowed since the very beginning of the report.
" Serve me well, Nardrek " The voice said softly before the connection between both vox units were surmissingly cut off, ending the call before Nardrek could give a reply.
Nardrek remained still for a few seconds, he wasn't moving nor speaking. His head had remained bowed throughout the whole ordeal so much so that one would wonder he has has pains in them.
Then he moved, his hands moving to form the sign of the Imperial Aquila on his chest. There was a glint in his eyes as he raised his head up, his eyes resting upon a picture that was hung on the wall where the vox unit lay.
In the picture was simply a golden throne, a brightly golden surrounding and a simple sentence.
'Give everything for your Emperor as he has given for you'
" I have a meeting to attend to now " Nardrek said to himself as he unhurriedly walked out of the room, seeing himself to 2 of his personal guards who had stayed to protect and secure the room.
[_[]_]~Changing Tides~[_[]_]
Happiness, that is a concept or perhaps a privilege that Lucinda had never thought she would ever experience. Of course, not including the ' happiness' she had felt when she served the dark gods that led them nor the happiness she got in the chaos of battle.
The happiness she spoke of was a more quiet kind, the sort she had heard stories from or had seen in some of the more well of hab units she so happened to pass.
The sort of happiness reserved for those in the upper most hives and the nobles of their world. A happiness that did not see her always gnawing for life or trying to take another - no, it was the sort that could be felt even whilst she could simply lie and rest.
The boy - guy…Gary. Gary had kept her company ever since his weird introduction