A dark dim room was full of only a dying light source. Imperial Guards marched along both of the walls inside the room. Their dark grey suits had three metal chains sprouting from a black leather belt around their waist and attached on their left shoulder plate. The form of the soldiers casted across the walls as they marched. "Commissar!" The guard leading the platoon shirked barging into the office. His heart beat shuddered in his chest as everything recently found spun madly in his 'part imagining he was dreaming mind.'

The commissar sat at her desk. She looked up to her panicked lieutenant, his gas mask was madly ripped form his face so he could clearly talk. "We…we found a space marine, ….blood angel." The lieutenant struggled sucking in breath in between blurting out words. The man's face was confused and verging on the edge of anxiety. He gasped out and inhaled again before starting to speak. "He's badly damaged. We found him buried underneath strange, colored, blue dust. Come…I'll show you!" The lieutenant spun around and hurried to the door before even the commissar rose from her chair.

"Where did you find the Adeptus Astarte?" She asked her voice unflawed unlike the lieutenant's. The imperial guard spun back around to face his commander. "A ways off the base but its pretty close." The soldier responded in a rushed tone. The commissar got out of her chair in a swift motion and followed him out the door. They headed down the almost unl-lite hallways of the base. Their footwear sounded loudly making thuds on the metal ground. "There wasn't any fighting near our base." The commissar said in a collected mattered. "I know that, its very weird and…the marine is clearly in bad shape." The Lieutenant ran on, he jogged down the halls increasing the thudding sound, the commissar followed in a hurried walk but didn't bother to jog. They passed by metal walls and rooms the echoing thuds sounding across the floor to the other halls of the base.

The commissar wracked her mind of how this could be. She wasn't happy about her lieutenant acting so freaked. He was normally a calm man. She felt a little bit worried about what this could mean….covered in some sort of blue dust. She never had seen anything like that before….chaos maybe. Hm…but none of the Blood angels had fallen to chaos before. The lieutenant had said he was in bad shape, maybe attacked by chaos. Nonetheless, this was very weird.

They arrived outside the base and started down the high, orange, sand, dunes that made a ring around the base. Katora huffed, the platoon followed behind the commissar clearly knowing their place. The commissar's green suit was almost a complete replica of the imperial guards' suit aside from hers being a different color and having a red cape and fancy tall collar. The commissar picked up her pace wanting to get to see this at this point. The lieutenant picked up to a run when he noticed the commissar jogging up to him. Whatever this really was, it deeply bothered the lieutenant. Sand and dust flew up into the air at every move.

The lieutenant tripped and fell down over a sand dune. Katora jogged down it, the Lieutenant was already getting back up and brushing off his sand coated uniform. "Uh." He huffed and started running back into place. "It this bad?" Katora called to him. The Lieutenant seemed to wait a few passing moments before answering. "You won't believe the marine is still alive…." He breathed out lightly. Terror struck her at that thought. How bad was this going to be. She'd seen some pretty nasty things, but she couldn't cancel her sudden fear that started raising of what this could be.

"Just, um I…don't know…" The lieutenant breathed. He casted a glance back at her with a raised eyebrow. "The dust isn't toxic, so no need for the mask." He added as he slowed down to a large heap. Katora stepped forward in front of the soldier. Red armor shined all over the heap some remained on the adeptus astarte. Shards of white stuck out of the armor relieving possible bones. "Emperor…." Katora muttered and slowly paced towards the large space marine laying in a nest of blue dust and a lake of red blood.

Parts of muscle could be made out shredded and twisted in a way that formed an odd loop around points of the exposed bones. She looked over the marine's face which was completely bare of any helmet. The marine's eyes were close so he must not be awake. She dared to pace closer to get a better idea of what this was. She saw the Blood Angel emblem on a part of the shoulder pad, shining beautifully untouched and unmarked amongst the blue dust and other random parts of armor. The space marine's long black hair was stained with blood and plastered to the remaining collar bone part of the chest plate which was also a red in color. Like the colors of a raven's feather, his hair reflected and shined back blues and purples in its depth of black.

"Commissar?" The Lieutenant asked shyly, she had been staring for a little bit now. "Move him back to the base." The commissar ordered staring just a little bit longer and then spun around to give a nod to the lieutenant. The platoon of soldiers got to work immediately, taking an order from their commissar very seriously. Katora stormed back to the base with the Lieutenant after demanding that him come with her to figure this out.

The platoon of soldiers were left alone to wonder how they were going to move the marine. They paced around circling him at first unsure of how to carry out the action. One of the soldiers caught the sudden gasp of the marine's breath. He tilted his head in wonder at the odd gesture.

The platoon of soldiers closed in around the marine and slid their hands each underneath him on one side. They lifted him up in one motion stumbling slightly on the right side as they weren't prepared for the amount of weight. "Forward." One of the sergeants ordered. The Platoon moved forward with more of the members pitching in to bare the load. Some of the others grabbed scraps of the armor and a lucky few found the marine's bolter, a little ways from where the marine had been.

It too, was a heavy burden for the first few that lifted it up. More soldiers went to their aid, it was clearly needed. The main platoon carrying the marine marched on forward heading back in the direction of the base. Amazed not a drip of blood, bled out of the marine unto them. After all that lake of blood the marine had been in was large and worrying. The sergeant blinked his eyes and cleared his mind of thinking to heavily on that sort of thing.

He didn't even know how the commissar planned to deal with the marine. They didn't ever treat marines before and half the men were afraid of them. Not to mention who knew what side the marine had fought on. Even with being a Blood Angel, that blue dust he had been covered in was very strange. The men moved along with the loads up the sand dunes careful of their footing for the fact of it being greatly dangerous if a few were to slip. "Almost there, men. Keep it up." The sergeant called out loud and clear proudly watching over the work that they were achieving. The soldiers slowly paused into a halt at the base doors. The doors opened for them and other, eager, imperial guards peered out of the base at the marine. "Wow, a blood angel." Could be heard being muttered and discussed among the small crowd that stayed to the side of the walls, making sure there was room for them to get by.

The serge guided his men into the base and down the long hall he sent a runner to ask where the commissar wanted him. The runner quietly entered the Commissar's office. She and the lieutenant were discussing where the marine could have come from and the chances of what he was. "Excuse, me." The runner asked trying to talk to the commissar. Katora turned, her blonde and red ponytail flipped around. She looked at the runner not calling on him to talk but waited for him to start on his own.

"Where do you want the space marine?" He asked and fidgeted under the commissar's careful eye. She was quiet in thought and watched the runner. "Forge something big enough to place him on and make sure it is somewhat appropriate for his condition." She stated placing a single finger up to her face in thought still. "Room 55k." She added after a bit of pause. "Yes, Commissar." The runner responded and quickly hurried back to the awaiting sergeant. "Room 55k, and she said to make something for he to be place on, appropriate for his condition." The runner relayed the information. The sergeant nodded he understood loud and clear.

"Come on, forward." The sergeant started off maneuvering down the halls of the base. Imperial guards that were wandering around either on patrol or off, stopped to catch sight of the marine. Some were amazed to get to see one, looking up to the marine as a fallen hero. Others weren't sure what to think and remained silent beside their friends. A loud, "Halt!" bellowed out from the sergeant as they were just before the room. One of the watching guards came over and unlocked the door for them. He pushed it open and backed out of the way.

They carried the marine inside and remained holding him though at this point it was proving to become a challenge. The sergeant left the room to find someone that could possibly forge something. His men let out an exhausted huff. "How much longer?" One questioned. "No, telling I would say." Another answered shortly after. "Do you feel like you may just drop this guy?" Someone asked. "Yeah, definitely." A soldier responded and a few others just gave a nod or a quiet yes. "Better hope you don't or Serge is going to be mad." A soldier added in. "Probably, not good to drop him either…." The original man that said he felt like he might drop he said. "He's a space marine, I doubt that would even bother him…" He got back. "Hey, better off not pissing, Serge off." The man clarified. "Yeah…" Was the only response that came.

The men sat in quiet for awhile until their sergeant came back. He had other men with him carrying some large odd looking thing. It was a dark, grey, material. A round circular cushion. They put it in the middle of the room slowly setting it down and kicked it a few times to check its steadiness. "Kay." One of the men said that had put it down and back out of the way.

The men moved forward with the marine and tried to somewhat center him on the cushion before slowly lowering him down onto it. The men backed up with much relief and let out breaths of air. They shook out their stiff muscles and walked around the room waiting on the sergeant for more orders. The sergeant walked around he pointed out some of his soldiers and ordered them to stay and watch him. The rest he called off. The sergeant left the room with the men relieved of duty.

Medics had arrived in and slowly made their way around the cushion to get a look at the marine. They were quiet the whole time not ushering a sound. They moved some of the marine's limbs so the broken and fractured shards of bones had a hope of growing back together correctly. "There's only one heart beat." One of the medics said. "Only one intact then?" Another one questioned him. "No, it seems there is only one." The medic clarified reading it on a device. "Weird, they have three or four I believe." The other argued.

The imperial guards standing around started making faces at each other. That was rather weird to hear the medics bicker. "He is starting to become conscience." A medic said backing off. "He has no blood in him but three drops." Another blurted out. "What!.." A medic yelped panicked at that statement. "We need to get some blood into him." Another said and disappeared out the door to go get some.

"How is he even alive like that, like this?" A medic questioned crossing his arms in disapproval. The guards went straight in fear of what they were hearing. It sounded nasty and the fact of why and how he was alive worried them. The medic that had disappeared came back with a cart full of blood bags. "How much do you think one of these guys will take?" The medic asked driving the cart over to the side of the cushion.

"No idea just get him hooked up." A medic answered him. The medic pulled out a few bags and inserted needles connected into them, in the Marine's left forearm. "Good, that should help a lot." He sounded pleased. The marine grunted in pain and fussed. "He isn't fully conscience but will be soon." The medic added. The marine screamed and started moving. "Hey, hey stay still." A medic ushered to him and placed a hand on his shoulder trying to get him to stop. The marine's breathed was at a high,fast,rate and and he felt boiling to the touch.

The marine clenched down on on his jaws rather hard grounding into his teeth. He tried vigorously to withhold screaming but a scream of pain escaped even with him doing so. "Easy, you're hurt." The medic tried to calm him and ran his hand down the marine's shoulder. He panted heavily his breathing out of control and struggled with his limbs to get some movement. His heart beat raced madly in his chest burning violently on its fast speed.

"Whaa….at..are…you?" The marine huffed, struggling in between breathing roughly and choking to get air. "Medics." He responded to the marine's question. "Medics…?" The marine repeated clearly showing confusion in his tone. "Imperial guards." The medic added hoping to strike the marine's thoughts.

"Imperial guards..?" The marine repeated much the same. The medic was silent at that. Did the marine not understand? Was he disorientated? Damaged? The medic questioned himself. The marine went straight and struggled on the verge of passing out. The medic gripped his shoulder tightly and was beat off by one of the marine's hands. "Uh!" The medic yelled out in pain and drew his arm close to clutch it as burning pain shot up his arm. "Huhhhhh….." The marine groaned and blacked out becoming completely still. The medic rocked with his injuried arm. A few of the medics gave him a look.