Kuro nodded. "Alright, if it makes you feel better, you can sleep with me and Suta." She offered.
Damian rubbed his eye and nodded, walking over to Kuro's bedding. He waited for her to lay down before curling up beside her and falling asleep again.
Kuro smiled and went oer to the bed and layed down, wrapping her arms around him as he laid down.
He woke himself in the bottom of his bed, staring into the dark, dotted sky that was space. These people had been traveling from their own Galaxy, examining and observing other places when they had heard about this specific one. To be precise, he had heard about this disaster on "Earth", as the natives had called it. The sun had let loose a deadly burst of flame from it's crust, wiping out multiple planets. This phenomena was unavoidable, at this age. The Sun was expanding, and the force pushed the planet farther out, keeping the temperature the same.
The Emperor was usually clean shaven, but on this morning, his face was covered with golden stubble, the color of his hair. It was harder to see the stubble, only because it was newer, and it was blond, and matched the tone of his skin, in a way. He had long, golden blond hair, which flowed past his neck, onto his shoulders. His large arms were wrapped around his head, resting. He was staring at the space above his bed, which was a glass ceiling, with emergency armor plating that could reinforce the glass, retraction into the ship, and more shielding.
He stared into the ceiling, enjoying the scenery. He had just gotten out of Warp, and had an especially interesting encounter with some Daemons whilst traveling. It made him question exactly what was going on here, about whether it was a scientific encounter, or some more potent forces were at play here. At this moment, his duty was to save the planet's survivors, and bring them to Emacra, the planet that was the most peaceful, and most beautiful planet in their entire Empire. It was similar to Earth, in that it had the same geological and animal structure.
Soon, he got tired of laying down, tired of staring. He got up, and shed his clothing, walking into the shower that was to the right of his bed. Slowly, he cleansed himself of the dirt and grime, made his bed, and changed clothes, putting on fresh ones. They were more casual clothes: Jeans, a white T-shirt, sneakers, and his old, leather Bomber Jacket from the Unification Wars under the last Emperor, a man by the name of Jacob Robbins. It had belonged to him, and was passed to The Emperor, whose name was Matthew Andrews, but secret to everyone.
The door of his cabin opened with a swift whoosh, the plates retracting into the sides of the ship. He stepped onto the hallway, and began his movement into the Bridge, which was close to him. Those doors opened fast, and allowed him in. He could see the Planet, and undoubtedly, they could see the Ship, massive against the sun, allowing them to see the ship.
Ascrith was already at the Bridge, staring down. He had directed the Emperor Class Battle Barge and her escorts to the orbit, and began scanning for life forces on the planet below. When he saw the Emperor, he gave the report of the day.
"Sir, my report: 100,000 separate human life forces, and around five unidentified life forces, nothing major. There are multiple contacts of other lives, but we weren't bothered by those," Ascrith reported, leaving the railing of the Bridge. He allowed the Emperor to join his Command Chair.
"Good, lets watch for a small bit. I want two Infantry Drop Pods, one Dreadnought, and one Gunship to fly down. There will be Reinforcements, should you need them," The Emperor ordered, already knowing what to say. And with that, Ascrith suited up, and got his groups ready of leave.
The Emperor was usually clean shaven, but on this morning, his face was covered with golden stubble, the color of his hair. It was harder to see the stubble, only because it was newer, and it was blond, and matched the tone of his skin, in a way. He had long, golden blond hair, which flowed past his neck, onto his shoulders. His large arms were wrapped around his head, resting. He was staring at the space above his bed, which was a glass ceiling, with emergency armor plating that could reinforce the glass, retraction into the ship, and more shielding.
He stared into the ceiling, enjoying the scenery. He had just gotten out of Warp, and had an especially interesting encounter with some Daemons whilst traveling. It made him question exactly what was going on here, about whether it was a scientific encounter, or some more potent forces were at play here. At this moment, his duty was to save the planet's survivors, and bring them to Emacra, the planet that was the most peaceful, and most beautiful planet in their entire Empire. It was similar to Earth, in that it had the same geological and animal structure.
Soon, he got tired of laying down, tired of staring. He got up, and shed his clothing, walking into the shower that was to the right of his bed. Slowly, he cleansed himself of the dirt and grime, made his bed, and changed clothes, putting on fresh ones. They were more casual clothes: Jeans, a white T-shirt, sneakers, and his old, leather Bomber Jacket from the Unification Wars under the last Emperor, a man by the name of Jacob Robbins. It had belonged to him, and was passed to The Emperor, whose name was Matthew Andrews, but secret to everyone.
The door of his cabin opened with a swift whoosh, the plates retracting into the sides of the ship. He stepped onto the hallway, and began his movement into the Bridge, which was close to him. Those doors opened fast, and allowed him in. He could see the Planet, and undoubtedly, they could see the Ship, massive against the sun, allowing them to see the ship.
Ascrith was already at the Bridge, staring down. He had directed the Emperor Class Battle Barge and her escorts to the orbit, and began scanning for life forces on the planet below. When he saw the Emperor, he gave the report of the day.
"Sir, my report: 100,000 separate human life forces, and around five unidentified life forces, nothing major. There are multiple contacts of other lives, but we weren't bothered by those," Ascrith reported, leaving the railing of the Bridge. He allowed the Emperor to join his Command Chair.
"Good, lets watch for a small bit. I want two Infantry Drop Pods, one Dreadnought, and one Gunship to fly down. There will be Reinforcements, should you need them," The Emperor ordered, already knowing what to say. And with that, Ascrith suited up, and got his groups ready of leave.
Damian woke up several hours later to bright sunlight filtering through the busted windows. He got up silently and stretched to get the kinks out of his muscles. "Hey, It's morning." he whispered to Kuro and shaking her gently. He went outside once she was awake and made his way to the outskirts of town.
Kuro woke up, then rubbed her eyes when Damian woke her. She saw him leave, but she guessed that, even though he was young, he could probably take care of himself.
The Klaxons blared inside the ship as the entire space craft broadsided the planet, opening up three Pod Bays, and one Plane Bay. The three Pods jettisoned from the main body, proceeding at high speeds towards what was once America, or someplace in that area. All Pods would make it to the position required, and so would the Gunship. There were 24 Marines, one Dreadnought, and three Crews that were making their way towards the ground.
They hit the atmosphere, the friction burning at the armor and tile plates, creating a beautiful scene. They would pass Fitch and Kuro by quite a bit, and hit somewhere in Chicago. They soon got out of the burning ozone, and, trailing fire, flew straight and true. When they hit 10,000 feet above the ground, they activated their burners, slowing the pods down considerably. The Gunship pulled up, hitting over 20 Gs, almost blacking out the pilots, who were ready for this.
The Pods hit the ground, sending a small shock wave across a diameter of one hundred feet each. Smoke curled up from the ground, and rubble was sent flying. The doors hit the ground, also throwing up smoke. The Marines walked out of their metal confinement, and so did the Dreadnought. Ascrith was the man who led the group, and they began their movement to the survivors.
Just then, Ascrith hit the ground, his head hurting. Thoughts were being shot in and out of his head like toys, and it sent him reeling. It was painful, extremely painful. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and he spread his arms to the back of his shoulder, and stood up, looking like a sight from hell. Then his eyes returned, and he shot forward, back into his original stance.
His men raised their guns, but he ordered them to drop them. He was not possessed, and he proved it. But there was something else there. That was the result of a powerful Psychic presence, who used his power to convey a message from the Warp directly. It was a Daemon Lord, regenerating, and almost done regenerating.
"Men... We have a Daemon down here. And a powerful one. Not just one, but two. A Daemon Lord, and a Daemon Prince. The Lord is regenerating, but the Prince is somewhere near the survivors. Double Speed!" Ascrith ordered, running forward. His Stormshield at his side, with his Heavy Bolter inside the shield. Both his Sword and Shield were larger because of his Power Fists, which held the Heavy Bolter at the bottom.
They continued running, moving fast, the Gunship above them. Ascrith gave the information back to The Emperor, and told him reinforcements would not be needed. Yet. He still didn't know who, or where the Daemons were, but he had a guess. He had to move fast to stop whatever he, or the Daemon Lord, was planning.
((Warp is basically Hell, so yes, apparently, our ships move through the First Level of Hell, by your definition. I didn't make this up. Seriously. Also, I am NOT here to ruin the story line, as I believe my Inquisitor Lord won't be able to find the Daemon Prince that easy. At the most, I won't be able to find him for quite a bit. So, I am not going in guns a blazing, more like finding a group of survivors, and offering them a new chance at life. Sound okay to you guys?))
They hit the atmosphere, the friction burning at the armor and tile plates, creating a beautiful scene. They would pass Fitch and Kuro by quite a bit, and hit somewhere in Chicago. They soon got out of the burning ozone, and, trailing fire, flew straight and true. When they hit 10,000 feet above the ground, they activated their burners, slowing the pods down considerably. The Gunship pulled up, hitting over 20 Gs, almost blacking out the pilots, who were ready for this.
The Pods hit the ground, sending a small shock wave across a diameter of one hundred feet each. Smoke curled up from the ground, and rubble was sent flying. The doors hit the ground, also throwing up smoke. The Marines walked out of their metal confinement, and so did the Dreadnought. Ascrith was the man who led the group, and they began their movement to the survivors.
Just then, Ascrith hit the ground, his head hurting. Thoughts were being shot in and out of his head like toys, and it sent him reeling. It was painful, extremely painful. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and he spread his arms to the back of his shoulder, and stood up, looking like a sight from hell. Then his eyes returned, and he shot forward, back into his original stance.
His men raised their guns, but he ordered them to drop them. He was not possessed, and he proved it. But there was something else there. That was the result of a powerful Psychic presence, who used his power to convey a message from the Warp directly. It was a Daemon Lord, regenerating, and almost done regenerating.
"Men... We have a Daemon down here. And a powerful one. Not just one, but two. A Daemon Lord, and a Daemon Prince. The Lord is regenerating, but the Prince is somewhere near the survivors. Double Speed!" Ascrith ordered, running forward. His Stormshield at his side, with his Heavy Bolter inside the shield. Both his Sword and Shield were larger because of his Power Fists, which held the Heavy Bolter at the bottom.
They continued running, moving fast, the Gunship above them. Ascrith gave the information back to The Emperor, and told him reinforcements would not be needed. Yet. He still didn't know who, or where the Daemons were, but he had a guess. He had to move fast to stop whatever he, or the Daemon Lord, was planning.
((Warp is basically Hell, so yes, apparently, our ships move through the First Level of Hell, by your definition. I didn't make this up. Seriously. Also, I am NOT here to ruin the story line, as I believe my Inquisitor Lord won't be able to find the Daemon Prince that easy. At the most, I won't be able to find him for quite a bit. So, I am not going in guns a blazing, more like finding a group of survivors, and offering them a new chance at life. Sound okay to you guys?))
Damian was on top of the hill when several ships crashed, causing a small shock wave. He had been thrown down the hill into a painful position where his, now broken, arm laid under him while his legs were curled up to his chest. He bit down on his tongue to keep from screaming in agony when a voice rang through the quiet morning. "More survivors?" he guessed getting painfully to his feet and marching back up the hill. Damian got to the top to see men gathering around weird spaceships and one man in the middle giving orders. "Not survivors." he mumbled racing back down the hill to warn the others, cradling his broken arm against his chest.
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(Sure. Sounds fine to me! ^^)
Kuro had just stood up when the shock wave had came by, knocking her back down. She rubbed her head, seeing as she hit it against the floor, when one of her informants came over to her.
"Kuro, it seems that some kind of alien ship crashed not far form here, in the heart of Chicago. We know nothing about them, should we go see what is going on, ma'am?"
Kuro nodded and stood up. "Yes, we should. I don't know what could have brought them here at a time like this but we need to see what is happening. I will need about twenty of out strongest people to come with me in case they are here to attack, and have someone find the new recruit I brought in yesterday." She instructed and her informant nodded and left. Suta looked up at her from where he was laying on her pillow. He flew up to her outstretched arm.
"Do you want me to help go find him?" He asked in her mind, in return, he got a simple nod. With that, he flew off.
Kuro had just stood up when the shock wave had came by, knocking her back down. She rubbed her head, seeing as she hit it against the floor, when one of her informants came over to her.
"Kuro, it seems that some kind of alien ship crashed not far form here, in the heart of Chicago. We know nothing about them, should we go see what is going on, ma'am?"
Kuro nodded and stood up. "Yes, we should. I don't know what could have brought them here at a time like this but we need to see what is happening. I will need about twenty of out strongest people to come with me in case they are here to attack, and have someone find the new recruit I brought in yesterday." She instructed and her informant nodded and left. Suta looked up at her from where he was laying on her pillow. He flew up to her outstretched arm.
"Do you want me to help go find him?" He asked in her mind, in return, he got a simple nod. With that, he flew off.
Damian raced back to the cafe' passing Suta on his way back. "Tell Kuro that I need to talk to her!" He yelled turning a corner and almost crashing into a wall. He was bloody, dirty, and limping but e needed to warn the others about how many people their were. And about the man. I know he knows I'm here. Just not who I am exactly.
Suta nodded and flew back to where Kuro was. She had just grabbed her rifle when Suta told her that he found Damian and that he was looking for her. She let the dragon led her back to where Damian was. Her eyes widen when she saw him. "Damian! What happened to you?" She asked, setting her rifle on the ground and kneeling down to his height.
"There are a bunch of men headed towards us and they have very advanced guns." he said in a rush looking down. "The shock wave knocked me down the hill and I think I broken my arm and cut my leg." He said shrugging. "I've had worse, but we aren't going to win against them. They can call for backup, we can't." he said his expression saddened. "If they try anything funny when they come here, Grab the leader." Damian said smiling and grabbing Kuro's hand.
Kuro nodded. "Right now, we have about twenty of our strongest people coming with me to check out what is going on. Everyone else must stay here until I give the signal that everything is calm. You need to go to the doctors we have here and have them check out your leg and arm. No matter what, you must stay here with the others." She said. She picked up her rifle as one of the informants came over to her.
"Everyone is ready, ma'am." He said. Kuro nodded and stood up.
"Everyone is ready, ma'am." He said. Kuro nodded and stood up.
Ascrith stopped at the top of the hill, his Banner Bearer waving the flag high. The red Inquisitor symbol covering part of his shield. He was wearing a red cape, with the symbol of the white SS on his back. In front of him was the survivors, scared by their appearance, but still calm in their ways. Behind him was the rest of the I Command squadron, his favorite squad. They were a part of the 1st and Only Army Group, and they were good.
But war was not what they came for. The Gunship roared over head, and landed in front of the Survivors, waiting for a bit. Ascrith jumped down from the hill, his weapons holstered, and waited for the rest of the group. He couldn't see the survivors, but he could tell with his mind that they were there. He began probing, silently, skillfully. Some were blocked, but it was normal.
But war was not what they came for. The Gunship roared over head, and landed in front of the Survivors, waiting for a bit. Ascrith jumped down from the hill, his weapons holstered, and waited for the rest of the group. He couldn't see the survivors, but he could tell with his mind that they were there. He began probing, silently, skillfully. Some were blocked, but it was normal.
"But, I want to help." Damian complained taking out a sliver knife he got a while ago. "What if I go after I see the doctor?" he negotiated as Suta flew in circles above Kuro's head. "Or I could send something out?"
Kuro shook her head. "Damian, you need to stay here. You are hurt and need medical attention. We will be fine, we have guns and knives and all of us know how to fight. Don't worry, we will all be back." She said as Suta flew down on the ground. "If I have to, I will make sure that Suta will keep you here."
"Fine." Damian grumbled limping to the awaiting medics and sitting on the bed they were using. He wanted to prove to the others he could help and not be in the way, but he also wanted to get cleaned up a little.
Kuro quickly went outside to the awaiting forces. She held her rifle in her hands as she walked up in front of the group of survivors. One of them handed her something to help her voice reach to the aliens better. "Please state your purpose of coming to this planet during this time of weakness." She yelled into the thing, making her voice stretch out.
Ascrith turned around to face the squadron. He didn't know exactly what to do, but he had a good idea. The sun was shining at the noon day, the hottest of them all. His armor glistened in the sun, and he began walking forward to the Dreadnought.
"Stay here, and cover us in case something goes wrong," Ascrith ordered, to which the Dreadnought replied, Yes. Ascrith walked away from the life supporting walker, and back out in front of his squad. He was ready for anything.
Taking a few careful steps, he advanced forward, the wind blowing his hair and cape behind him, and cooling his face. The sun let him see the rubble and other things around him, but that was it. Still, he knew there was activity here, because of the noise. He continued forward, moving slowly, but purposefully. He continued to probe, but didn't find anything. Then he heard something.
"I am Inquisitor Lord Ascrith, Daemon Hunter of The Emperor, Field Marshal of the 1st and Only, Reichfuhrer of the First System, and Lord of the SS," Ascrith said, walking in the direction of the voice. "I am here to offer you a second chance at life,"
He kept the part about the Daemon to himself. For now.
"Stay here, and cover us in case something goes wrong," Ascrith ordered, to which the Dreadnought replied, Yes. Ascrith walked away from the life supporting walker, and back out in front of his squad. He was ready for anything.
Taking a few careful steps, he advanced forward, the wind blowing his hair and cape behind him, and cooling his face. The sun let him see the rubble and other things around him, but that was it. Still, he knew there was activity here, because of the noise. He continued forward, moving slowly, but purposefully. He continued to probe, but didn't find anything. Then he heard something.
"I am Inquisitor Lord Ascrith, Daemon Hunter of The Emperor, Field Marshal of the 1st and Only, Reichfuhrer of the First System, and Lord of the SS," Ascrith said, walking in the direction of the voice. "I am here to offer you a second chance at life,"
He kept the part about the Daemon to himself. For now.
Damian got his arm in a sling and his ankle wrapped, as Suta sat there and watched him. After they finished Damian walked over to the door and held his arm out for Suta. "Want to join me?" Damian said with a smile as he walked out the door towards the hill again.
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