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"Yes, Lord General?"

She accepted the cup of recaf first as she took a drink of it as she sat there enjoying some rest and relaxation.

She showed horror when he told a story about one of his missions. She hoped that that didn't happen to her. War is war and anything could happen. She would never insubordinate him in any way. It would mean treason to her. Instant death without being allowed any wishes. "That must have been devastating to watch as they handed of a plasma gun to the wrong person. She was shocked when a creature ripped through one of his squad members. "Horrible...I can imagine the blood on you as they all got ripped apart but you," she said as she shook her head with some remorse.

She got up off her chair when she saw him toss his cup in the air, seeing him grab his chainsword. She was slightly scared as she stood there without saying a word.

Hearing the final bit of his story, she couldn't help to be more remorseful. "I am sorry that that happened. Perhaps I could experience the same, but make sure our men come back or alive, or I will be joining them," she said as she calmed down from what had just happened moments ago. She hoped that in reality it never happened to her. She wanted to bring her men back safely so they could have some recaf or some ale. Whichever they favor first.

She thought for a moment when she watched him pour another cup of recaf for himself.

She thought deeper as she finally said, "As you know I am not from here. I am from a alternate earth where technology was number one. Cyborgs and their cybernetics. Robots...Street racing. Running from the law," she said as she remembered her old life. "That's all I knew. I had no discipline until now, Lord General Aleksandr." She thought for a moment again. "Before being shot here somehow, I believed in nothing. Ever heard of a Atheist? They believed in technology. But Harkoth...He can keep his god, Ergo," she said as she smiled slightly. She didn't want to lose her flesh over time. "Interesting story, huh?" she asked as she looked at him as she drank more of the recaf as she sat back down to relax.

((just... raised my head with my neck you know))
((i'm not papyrus))

Not getting the context, Lin received the Cunning Admiral's Kept Edible cake with some confusion.
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"Calm, my Lord," she said as she put a hand on his shoulder in a attempt to calm him down.

"What's even happening here anymore?"

" Ofcourse... ahem... ofcourse... apologies Sergeant... heat of the moment as they say. "

"It's fine my Lord General. I get that way some times! It's always okay to go wild. And yes, heat of the moment will do it."

((Okay now I have to ask what in the butterscotch pie happened...))
((Your replies are filling Cream's RAM and her nokia doesn't feel good.))

Admittedly, the Sergeant's story spurned a bit of curiosity, he listened intently to the sergeant, sipping recaf in between her speaking.

" Your situation and world reminds me vaguely of an imperial world called Necromunda. Such places are ruthless, but indeed they can raise the most resourceful warriors, even more commendable then that you chose to join the Imperial Guard of your own accord. It is... It is indeed an interesting story, though naturally you'll have far more interesting stories with each battle survived. Hrmph... Imperial records are scant on such matters but I do maintain a personal library of sorts over which I am given sanction, Ministorum permitting ofcourse, it would suffice to say I have had a privilege of exposure very few individuals have enjoyed over the course of our history but even then, humanity's sagas are so boundless that I doubt several lifetimes would suffice to know it all and we are but one of several countless civilizations across the cosmos, the ebb and flow of it all is bewildering. "

He shot a disciplining glance to Arpatia, light-hearted but reminding her of her station

" That is Lord Harkoth to you, Guardswoman. The workings of the Adeptus Mechanicus, his faction, are an enigma to us, though we have the good fortune of their support for the most part, aeons ago, the peoples of earth and mars forged a pact, having seen the calamities on earth and what was wrought by the hubris of mortal ambition, I do not fault them for wanting to trade flesh... but perfection is truly a myth guardswoman, a false destination... it is not something to be achieved but strived for, in perpetuity and with discretion, consider your plasma pistol, a capable weapon, but only in tempered hands, those who abuse it will see their undoing and those who do not use it, will meet the same fate, as with all things the principal virtue is temperance... for that you train more than your trigger finger hrahah... but the Magos is a well-respected precisely logical being... he does not speak in sentiments, he speaks in absolutes... we have our differences, but I respect him... and I would die alongside him, if only to honor what they have done for us... that plasma pistol in your hands, the engineering of it, the craft of it, consumed hundreds of lifetimes... it is not my work, it is the work of those like Harkoth whose labor upon forge worlds is tireless... by the Emperor, I have seen them give new limbs and return lives... if you were gravely wounded upon a battlefield Arpatia... the only thing between you and oblivion would be a tech-priest... Harkoth... for lack of a better word, is a friend and an ally, we will extend him such courtesy... for we are professionals, the astra militarum is a time honored institute...

He paused looking back at Arpatia

" Do you realize how many imperial citizens you will inspire, do you ever stop to look at the young girl in the crowd that points at you and sees a future for herself, you are the Imperium's hope... always portray yourself as such... we are all flawed truly though we must strive to present an edifice... for if we portray strength, they grow stronger and if we are weak, then they grow weaker... it is the faith of the many, that is equally as strong as our guns and forges. "

He nodded.

" Perhaps one day there will be more from your world who will join the guard, I hope you live to see the day to command them... and who knows... it might be you who becomes Lord General... afterall... I was but a lowly and somewhat mad Commissar condemned to the command of the penal legion. "

There was a subtle pause, Aleksandr seemed to be in deep... deep thought... sipping on the recaf, before he abruptly turned to Arpatia.

" And never let them mock you or your superiors, that's how it all starts... a little quip... next week... stolen rations... next week somebody forgot to fuel the Tauros... next week half the regimental charge-packs are missing because an insubordinate smuggled them off to a hive gang... and before you know it.. you have mutant genestealers in your own ranks ! you must always remember never to forego the act of mockery Arpatia... you will see to it that I am not mocked... atleast... atleast threaten them. Have you ever looked at a mutant gene-stealer xeno cultist in the eyes... they have scales instead of hair ! big thick gnarly scales ! and fangs... and the beady green eyes... very vicious and demented... hrn... I hate tyranids... and you will too once you meet them. "

"I think I've arrived at a bad time."

"Yeah, who's the jester now? At least we have mortality on Mars..."

" Indeed, as is the case with most the universe, though, I suppose less so on Mars, given the AdMech's ingenuity "

"I have no idea what you're talking about, you know."

((T1 MP? It's the first time I've heard of that... Sorry...-
Oh wait right let's cut back to what is happening IC, we've been doing OOC stuff for long, sorry! I'm open for interactions!))

Right then, Xueqing was having the cake the general gifted her out of no reason. She was wondering, why would he give her this? And with this, she seemed careful with every bite.

The feeling is quite mutual, though I must say I have begun to find you increasingly tolerable, you have a penchant for witty impromptu remarks and are to be commended on it... what is the rate per hour you charge for the mockery of foes, I am willing to negotiate in thrones.

He had felt remorseful for his actions relating to the ACCUSATION that he had wanted to saw off her head and use it on a mech.

Harkoth's report had likely reached the courts of Terra and Von Drakenfell was paid a visit by an inquisitorial retinue to discuss a suitable penance

Sipping her recaf as she listened to him recap her reality. It was a rough place. Gangs, the Underworld, and even vigilantes who fought on the law side but did their own thing. She could only nod at him as she remembered every detail of her earth. Tokyo, Japan. A city of lights and flying cars. Mechs that were used to combat creatures from the waters. She would tell him that, but it was best to keep it to herself for now. If he heard about it, he would want to try and go to her reality and fight off such degenerate scumbags.

She saw him shoot a glance her way, and she knew she said something wrong as she would be soon correct.

She took in the information on Harkoth and his people. "Sorry, Lord Harkoth," she said quickly as she kept listening to him as she held onto the gun given to her by him. She would come to respect Lord Harkoth as well. She started to already. At one point she was going to believe in Ergo, but decided against it. Then found out the Emperor was no difference to their God. It was confusing to her, but she could only nod her head to him. "Healing wounds?" she questioned quickly as she found out their people could heal or even resurrect the dead. It was a weird thought if she died and they brought her back from death. What would it feel like if they did that to her?

She stared back at him, her eyes warm spirited as she waited for him to speak again.

She stood proud hearing about inspiring civilians. Even little girls that were inspired to become soldiers of war. Or even Sisters of Battle. She would call them different names like Harbingers of the Emperor of Valkyries. Fitting names for a all female group. She didn't want to show weakness; only strength. She wanted the civilians see their resolve. It would give them hope and feel safe that the ones that fight for them will keep them safe.

She thought about what he told her as she remembered Hiroko Setsuko, one of the Lords of the Underworld. He would be perfect to join the war effort. But how would she get him here? She was far from home that if he came here somehow, he would want to believe in Ergo, but he would become more machine than man. And the thought of becoming Lord General sent chills up her spine as she thought about the title in her head. "Yes, I would love to one day be that. I do know a cyborg who goes by the name Hiroko Setsuko," she told him, her eyes staring in his.

She thought about never allow anyone mock her or her superiors. She would make them fear her and the superiors. Mutiny would be a quick death. No room for traitors amongst the ranks here. She quickly said, "You will never mock while I breathe." She kept listening to his words, her eyes glued on him. Tyranids? She has never heard such a creature. Or even Xeno cultists. But she wasn't from here so that made complete sense for her. "I will make sure they fear me and fear you," she said as she looked at her weapon with a grin on her face. She would make sure to hate them with all her might. She wanted to make them pay. "So these creatures? I will make sure I blow holes in them. They will fear me. Fear me and nothing else," she said as she pointed at the pistol. Then she took out the second pistol that was foreign to this reality. It was given to her by Hiroko.

"Things have been pretty hectic, Verity. It's okay."

"Could be worse..."

"Yeah. I'm Verity. I hang out with the Wreckers. Mostly because they're the only ones who care about me."