[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
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[i][u]"in my previous life, I had always been a battlesuit pilot. From them, I would command my troops. I have learned these machines by heart. They had become part of me. When I was taken by the Necrons, I was robbed of my body. I was made into a grieving machine with nothing but hate for anything living. Once I was bonded with the Nightbringer, I regained control of myself. My willpower was greater than they anticipated. In my efforts to rebel, my necron body was damaged. I was a mere shadow of my former self. The people that rescued me, my friends, brought me back to my ancienr base, where all my suits are. I bonded with this one. It became my body. My brain, it's neural network. If you would open this suit, you would find it is only an empty shell. I have no organic body anymore. I live as a stream of energy. A soul, if you'd like."[/u][/i]
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Interesting... That really is. And that's coming from an ex God that, for twenty thousand years of his life, had only thought of destroying the other side in war, and had no emotion. Looking back on that... I never really understood why.
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[i][u]"Naive gods. More dangerous than any human being. I've known my fair share of both."[/u][/i]
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I will admit, I'm not proud of it. Now, I've just been traveling around. I guess I got a good end of it, when I was forced to leave and no longer be a god, I was dumped in the 1980s, I loved that era, so, every cloud has a silver lining
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[i][u]"at least you've had time to attone for your sins. As I have."[/u][/i]
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Yes, I have. I had even managed to reconcile by bringing back some of my victims.
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[i][u]"The dead should be left to sleep. That is why necrons are so hateful. Not even their gods respected their wishes. They enslaved them, forced them into a war they never cared for... that is why I liberate them."[/u][/i]
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If that is true, that the dead should sleep, why do I always come back? Normally, when I die, that body will literally puke out it's insides, and ultimately grow skin and such until I look as I did before I died, it's strange
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[i][u]"I'd rather not discuss the science behind gods. They live in their own little world apart from us. You should know that."[/u][/i]
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That I do know... However, I brought one back because I was good friends with his father
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[i][u]"I suppose naivete can't be denied sometimes. Oh well."[/u][/i] Suddenly, all over the General Quarters, red lightning begins to appear, concentrated at certain points. [i][u]"ah. There they are."[/u][/i]
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There... there who are?
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[i][u]"I did not travel alone. I brought my suits with me."[/u][/i]
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Interesting... I don't think that I've ever been with the same people too long. I have Mion and Crossbow, but no one else really
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[i][u]"They are not people. They are suits. I merge with them, swap bodies, in sorts."[/u][/i]
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Oh. Well, Mion isn't exactly a human, he's a cat with wings, and Cross is skeletal.
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[i][u]"The only people I really keep close to me are my three daughters."[/u][/i]
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Well, you're lucky. I never had the joy of a family. My mother was slaughtered by my father And my father was killed by me and the Deity
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[i][u]"I wouldn't exactly call it joy. More like tragedy."[/u][/i]
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Looks like we all have different views
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[i][u]"It isn't a matter of views. It's a matter of history. I don't know yours, neither do you know mine."[/u][/i]
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fair, fair. But I am a little interested in yours... *Mortar sits on a ledge* Can you explain a little?
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[i][u]"I am not sure. It is quite a lengthy tale. Perhaps I can tell it to you on the way to my suits."[/u][/i]
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Alright. *Mortar jumps off the ledge and when you look over, you see him on the ground unscathed* Let's go.
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Kor'El jumps down, causing the pavement to shatter underneath him in a cloud of dust. He gets up, unscathed. [i][u]"Good heavens, where to begin..."[/u][/i]