[b][i]Fire Warrior.[/i][/b]
It happened within the General Quarters of the bloodwrath, in a dark alleyway.
Red Lightning arced unto buildings and streets, all emanating from a single point. An alleyway, between a warehouse and a parking lot.
A ball of red Lightning formed over the pavement, burning cleanly through anything it touched. At the center of it, a shape began to form.
It was quite large... about twice the size of a space marine. It was kneeling, by the looks of it, from within the sphere.
In a final blast, a wave of red energy flew across the city block, momentarily shutting down electronic devices.
Little remnants of red lightning arced from his body. His armour was painted in pitch black and glossy red. Over his left arm was a dark and foggy cloak.
The fire warrior shook his head, looking up.
[i][u]"Wh... Where in the universe am I..?"[/u][/i]
He slowly began to stand up. As he moved, red gauss energy, liberated gauss energy, floated across his joints. He was no longer a man of flesh. He was a being of metal, but of familiar metal. He had died. He had been made a slave. And briefly, he had touched the darkness. But now, he had returned. The liberated commander had been freed. His mind had returned to him, in major parts. He was still bonded with the ultimate being of Death, the Nightbringer. But he was like a parasite to the god. He had harnessed his powers for his own use. He had cheated death. The Grieving Commander stood proudly, encased in the mighty armour of the Tau.
[i][u]"I... Am Aun Kor'El... Shas'o'Kais of the Terr'an Sept... Liberated Commander..."[/u][/i]
He spoke these words like some sort of prayer, a reminder to himself that his life was his own once more. That he was in control, not the machines.
He stood proud, yet somewhat humble. His stance was not that of a machine. His movements were not mechanic. They were fluid, broken, random, instinctual. He moved in a human manner. In a living manner. In the manner a scared yet fearsome soldier would move.
He knew he had alerted a part of the General Quarters, if not all of them. But that mattered little to him.
He could see the pained souls roaming the ship, encased in their metal prisons. The enslaved Necrons. He felt their pain, their suffering. He heard their pleas for mercy. He would answer them. He was a man of three worlds. He was Born as Tau, the fire warrior. He lived on Terr'a, with the humans. And he payed his sins with the Necrontyr, slaves of their own hatred. With the Red Gauss flowing through him, dancing along with the blue power of Tau craft,
The Insurgent Commander lived once more.
[spoiler]open. You saw that red Lightning.[/spoiler]
English
-
"[b][u]Ah..You see the Imperium lacks Necronic technology so I honestly did not know. But I welcome you to the general Quarters. I will be returning to my personal shop now...unless you have any more questions?[/u][/b]"
-
[i][u]"Could I humbly ask for directions?"[/u][/i]
-
"[b][u]To where? The Shop?[/u][/b]" The priest said.
-
[i][u]"Yes, or any imperial stronghold."[/u][/i]
-
"[b][u]I assume you'd like any Imperial Strongholds. There are two known ones, Here in General Quarters and up a long hallway is the stronghold of the Baltic Manticores as I'm told. But my shop is behind me down a couple meters.[/u][/b]
-
[i][u]"Thank you, Priest. Perhaps I will visit you."[/u][/i]
-
[b][i]Jared moves through the area, taking cover and checking with his rifle. He sees the creature, and while hidden, examines it.[/i][/b]
-
He was no fool. He knew every cloaking technology within the galaxy through and through. Hiding from him was impossible. [i][u]"There's no need to mask yourself. I have nothing to hide, Human."[/u][/i]
-
[b][i]He steps out, rifle at the ready. On one side, a cross was painted, and on the other, a large wooden steak. He aims at you.[/i][/b] "Who and what the hell are you?"
-
Edited by Shadlezz: 5/30/2016 8:59:06 PM[i][u]"I am Aun Kor'El Or'es'ka. Shas'o Kais of the Terr'an Sept. Former Necron supreme lord. Who are you?"[/u][/i] He stood unphased, unintimidated. He was imposing, fearsome. He observed the man curiously.
-
[b][i]The other man wasn't ti intimidated either[/i][/b] "I am Jared Carmichael, commander of the 117th hunters."
-
[i][u]"to what do I owe the pleasure?"[/u][/i]
-
"Being really -blam!-ing lost." He says with a small laugh. "Why are you here?"
-
[i][u]"I was travelling to another location. It seems I was intercepted to this location."[/u][/i]
-
"It jams outside communications, and It must have jammed your port too
-
[i][u]"That must explain. Although now, I am somewhat certain that this is the bloodwrath."[/u][/i]
-
"Yep. Welcome to literal hell."
-
[i][u]"I've been to it once. Nicer place than you'd think."[/u][/i]
-
"Wouldn't be surprised. Now, you may want to find shelter."
-
[i][u]"Shelter? From what?"[/u][/i]
-
"Everything. Weather, creatures, others, and more. This place is worse than hell."
-
[i][u]"I see. I appreciate the warning, but I am faithful in my ability to survive."[/u][/i]
-
"So was I with my crew. I'm the only one that's been found." He says. "There was 4 of us. Best Spec Ops unit out there."
-
[i][u]"If a spec ops unit is 'out there', it is because it isn't good at its job. I have been around for long enough to knoe how to survive the contents of this ship. I have served alongside the Imperium for years. I will live, trust me."[/u][/i]
-
"Then good luck to you."