Emil smiled as he and Solomon were promoted to temporary bodyguards while Faydra was in Med. During that week he had visited Faydra on multiple occasions, making sure that she was doing well. Discussed the state of affairs within the regiment and the mission in general. Emil was happy to see that Faydra was doing well. Her new cybernetic eye and surrounding skull was encased in a heavy plate. Still she looked pretty good.
Additionally, he managed to secure enough promethium to fill the canisters enough for each flame unit to have a full tank. He owed no small part of this to one of his recent lovers, Jill (another Prima Decima weapon specialist). After one of their work sessions, she mentioned that the Emperor must be frowning upon their regiment. The two spent sometime waxing philosophically and discussing the recent events. The loss of world and weapon. Emil finished with, won’t be much left of us if it continues like this.
With the Lt’s permission, Emil extended official Runnerhood to Lucky. However, Lucky simply dismissed the idea and continued to mope. “_Fucking bastard._” snapped Emil’s head. Stepping from the situation with a smile, “just remember we’re here if you need anything! We’re all in this together.”
During his shifts as bodyguard, Emil would help out where he could. Make sure only invited guests entered and to generally keep an eye on things and the Lt. Especially when the Lt went about weapon maintenance. Every couple hours or so, he would be looking into the bolt pistol. Cleaning it, wiping off smudges, or breaking it down then quickly reassembling it. The love and attention he gave his gun would make Constantine explode with pride.
Still Lt would often wonder off in thought, his duty would slide and Emil had to more then once, snap him out of a trance. This planet and its secrets must getting to the Lt, just like it was getting to everyone. They needed to leave, or find someway to pass the time better. “_I wonder how long this obsession has gone on for? I’ll need to speak with Faydra, and see what she says. If this gets much worse I should alert Cole._”
A surprise came today when a massive black package was left for the Lt on the landing pad. Found out it was gift from Ash. According to him, he found this after it fell off the back of a truck. Opening up the crate, we stood back in awe at the sight of a brand new, Leman Russ. Fully armed and armored with front Lascannon, side bolters, dozer blade, pintle stubber, and cannon. The Runners gave a shout of excitement.
Though our excitement was cut short as we weren’t allowed to use this weapon of war. As its power could damage this world. “_We can’t use this weapon of war for war? How long until they take our meltas, plasma, or Emperor forbid our lasguns? The Emperor must be spinning in his throne. Through might and power he gave us the galaxy. Now we can’t even use a fraction of might to help defend it?_”
Faydra was released from the hospital and we were tasked with patrol duty again. Instead of wandering into the forest. We decided to head south and cross the river. A convoy of engineers would build a small bridge to help us out.
—Across the River
The beach was a nice change to the blasted snow across the river. Still it was cold as hell and he was wet from falling over board. Luckily, the plasma gun in his hand kept him warm. His hands and arms were toasty and with clever placement of the gun, he had dried off most of his outer armor. Still he looked forward to getting back to base and changing.
Solomon and himself took the far right flank of the formation. Thus furthest from the river and closest to the forest. His right leg was getting toasty so started to move the plasmagun to his chest, when something caught his eye.
The forest was still, Emil squinted his eyes. Suddenly there was a flash of movement and a large winged beast exploded from the forest and was upon him. Sharp claws dug into his armor knocking him backwards. He stumbled. Something grabbed his arm. It tightened quickly crunching through the carapace. It twisted its head. Instantly something was wrong.
“HOLY FUCK!” Screamed Emil. He fell to the ground clutching the stump of his left arm. Blood squirted for the wound in wild arcs.
The massive cat like creature shook its head. Blood and sinew erupting from its mouth. The arm dangled limply from one side. A deep growl billowed from between its teeth.
Kicking away with his feet, Emil scrambled away from the growling xeno. Emil let out another scream as it lunged for him. Though it fell, smouldering a couple feet short. His family had dropped the xeno just in the nick of time.
Emil’s head was swimming, he was pale, and clammy. He just kept looking at where his arm should have been. His breathing quickened and he started to panic by the time Doc arrived. With a deft motion, Emil was calming down. A syringe was sticking out of his right arm.
With a smile he looked up at Doc. “Thanks man. That fucking hurts…by the Emperor,” Emil chuckled. He lolled back and let his hand slip to the side. Enjoying the Stimms pumping through his system. He could still feel the pain, but he didn’t care. Something was nagging him though. Something was wrong, missing, maybe? Emil, put it out of mind.
Then almost as quickly as he started Doc had a bandage around Emil’s stump. When doc released his arm, Emil chuckled and waved at the rest of the Runners. “Hi guys, looks like I’m gonna need a new arm! Maybe, maybe one with like a Lascannon or some shit! What do you think Sarge, I mean Lt.?” Something was missing.
“We need to get you back to the base, stop wriggling so much.”
With the help of Doc and Solomon, Emil hopped back to the Chimera. “Man I gotta get out of these clothes, they’re soaked.” Find out what’s gone.
The rest was a pleasant blur, Doc gave him another dose of Stimm that he used readily. He remembered something about the hot Geno chimera pilot and his pants, but he was pretty out of it at the time. Until he returned to camp. His shaving mirror was gone.
—After Emil got his shiny new arm, a deafening explosion washed over the camp
Emil squinted as he and doc burst from the medical tent. The camp is alive with the chaos of panic and confusion. The echo of the explosion washed back over the camp from the mountain. A black cloud of debris and fire escorting the smoking hull of a distant Star Ship.
Looking around, Emil caught Twitch by the shoulder and spun him around. “Twitch, buddy hey? Who’s ship was that?” Said Emil in a calming voice, motioning to the charnel ship.
Twitch shook his head, frantically spouting, “that? That was the Inquisition’s ship. Headed for the fleet. Just took off…”
“The fleet you say, I heard about that,” trying to remain calm.
“Yeah…Can I go? I gotta go talk to command.” Twitch looked around confusedly, as people were darting in all directions.
“Oh what about?”
“Well, three outcasts are missing.”
“Oh that’s not good…” pausing, in thought. Twitch itching to go. “Wait, what were you doing with the outcasts?”
“Not..nothing, I mean, I wasn’t.” Stammered Twitch.
“Sure, well you better run along and let Lt know.” With a pat, Emil ushered Twitch away. Twitch quickly turned and took off. “We should talk later!” Shouted Emil after him.
Stepping out of the press of the bodies, Emil’s hand gripped tight onto Doc’s arm. Wheeling around the flabbergasted medic, Emil brought his head close. Glaring into Doc’s eyes, “alright buddy, the Lt will probably try to round up and detain or kill the outcasts.” A look of confusion spread over Doc’s face. “He won’t be thinking clearly, you can’t blame him.” said Emil through a wide grin.
“Now I know you hang out with them. Do us a favor for both us and the regiment, tell them to hightail it out of here. I will handle the Lt and try to calm him down.” With a nod and smile, doc took off into the crowd.
“_I need to have a meeting with Faydra and Cole._” thought Emil as he disappeared into the chaos around him.