Hey guys, Uncle WAAAGH! here.
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Klaus sneered, jeering at the form of Jaina from the bars of his cell. It had been nearly a week now, and they still had forced nothing out of him. The watchmasters at Krieg would have been proud. At first, they tried to do it nicely, trying to humor him with rather failed attempts, but he did not cave in. Then they tried intimidation, but that did not work either. One of the interrogators even slammed him against the wall, but he ignored the pain, for pain was only temporary. Then they tried physical punishment. Finally, things actually got exciting! He had missed the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body. Every other hour, they gave him ten or twenty lashes, or sometimes beatings, but he did not talk. He did not even cry out in pain, and give them satisfaction. On Krieg, even the slightest offense was punished by a hundred lashes. Here came the next interrogator. Klaus let out a small chuckle, as the interrogator carefully opened the gate to his cell. It looked like one of those "elves" he had seen before, only instead of white skin, it was light purple. Green hair was tied into a ponytail, laced with leaves and weeds. He so badly wanted to strike her for being not only a xeno, but weak, for allowing plants to grow in her hair. It wasn't like Klaus could even move, which severely limited his options of beating said xeno. Every time an interrogator left, he had been tied up in the chair with ropes and chains. His back was covered in scars and rope burns, but he ignored this. They were only scars, after all. Two armed guards came with the interrogator this time, and this slightly confused them. No other interrogators had found it even necessary to require escort, but this one did. This slightly worried Klaus, but the keyword was slightly.
"Your name is Klaus… correct?" The interrogator said, and Klaus only nodded. He did not even bother using his voice to talk.
"And according to these reports, you have been… interrogated… for six days now, correct?" The interrogator asked, Klaus only nodded.
"Miss Proudmoore is… confident in your abilities. In your satchel we found a small journal…" The interrogator said, taking out his journal. Klaus furrowed his eyebrows. They had the audacity to go through his private satchel?
"And in this journal, it appears that you have faced horrible horrible things…" The interrogator continued, before looking at Klaus, coming close to him. The interrogator looked him straight in the eye, and Klaus looked back. Icy blues looked into faded browns. Suddenly, the interrogator grasped him by the shoulders.
"Allow me in your mind…" The interrogator said. Klaus realized too late that he had let his guard down. He had no chance to respond, as he felt the xenos touch his mind, sifting through him like a filing cabinet. He thrashed and squirmed, the two guards trying to hold him down. Klaus screamed on the inside and outside, with one word. NO.
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Naria Forestwood saw a place of ruin and turmoil. A planet, with the surface so heavily irradiated that not even life could live there, was a place called home. Underneath the surface, were massive cities, where people lived and worked. Then she saw strange tubes, and in each one, she could see a small human baby, being nurtured not by a loving mother, but by tubes and cold machines. These little boys and girls were forced to join the military, or they were shot. They then had their minds shattered, driven insane, turning into cold, methodical, killing machines. By the time they were seven, they knew how to fire and operate weapons, along with artillery batteries and other things. They trained on the radioactive surface, fighting one another in the ruined buildings and fields. Trenches and barbed wire became bushes and flowers, ruined buildings became trees. Most of these soldiers did not survive to turn fifteen, and most that did were placed on more and more dangerous missions, becoming grenadiers. Grenadiers painted skulls on their masks, for they knew that they were dead men walking. In battle they marched ever forward, with no fear of dying, Comrades fell before Klaus, grabbing stumps, or clutching holes in their chests, while others lied completely still, but Klaus did not give them any attention, no thoughts of grief, but only one thought was on his mind. To die in glory. Naria was horrified. What kind of world did this poor child live in? She realized why six days of interrogation were fruitless. For it was child's play compared to what this poor human felt, and been through. She snapped back into reality, falling back onto the ground, looking at Klaus in horror. Klaus was practically foaming from the mouth, struggling against his bonds, his face a look of pure fury. The guards dragged her away from the cell, as the bonds were undone. The gate had to be closed with such speed that it was almost inhuman. Like a feral animal, Klaus smashed onto the bars of his cell, furious. She had never seen such rage in humans, and she quickly regretted looking back at him, he stared at noone else, but her, with a gaze of such fury and hatred, it made her shiver. Such a poor innocent boy, who lived in a world where peace was a dark joke, only told by naive fools, when in Azeroth, it was every races goal to do so. She started weeping. Weeping in pure fear, and sadness.
"THAT'S RIGHT YOU FILTHY XENO WHORE! CRY! CRY! BEG TO YOUR GODS THAT I NEVER FIND YOU AGAIN, OR DEATH WILL BE A MERCY COMPARED TO WHAT I'LL DO TO YOU!" Klaus roared like an animal, shaking on the bars of his cell. The inmates nearby, captured spies and warriors of the horde, only whistled.
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Jaina was shocked. No, shocked was not the proper way to say it. Disturbed, was a more appropriate answer. Klaus, had been sitting in the dungeon for six days. Six. Not once he talked, even while he was beaten (which she really didn't want to do, but the prison warden insisted, and with a little bit of blackmail thrown in there too), and his face remained, impassive. Blank. The same. Nearly every race in the alliance had interrogated him, even a Gnome tried, but all failed. But the second the night elf druid used magic on him, Klaus lost his shit, to say it nicely. The calm soldier she had seen for the last six days had turned into a feral beast in less than a minute. Saliva was dripping freely from his mouth, as he stalked around his cell. She wasn't even sure if he was mentally sound. Worse was the poor night elf, which was now a crying wreck, as she slowly made her way back to the fort for the answers she had uncovered. But so far, she knew she wasn't going to like it. Suddenly, Klaus came to the bars, staring at Jaina.
"Miss Proudmoore. Please. If you are truly merciful, kill me, or allow me to kill myself. Please. I beg of you." He begged like a child, and Jaina gasped.
"Why?" She demanded, only for Klaus to wipe his mouth and sigh, pulling up his chair close to the bars.
"For I am a Krieg. I have served the emperor since I was born, but now I am no longer in his light. I consort with these foul Xenos daily, along with heretics and mutants. I have no desire to live with them. I have failed my only goal. To serve humanity." Klaus explained, pleading with his cold blue eyes, and for a moment, Jaina seriously considered granting him his request, before she shook her head.
"No. I'm not killing you. You may not be in "the emperor's" light, but you still wish to serve mankind, no?" She said, hoping to a response out of him. To her surprise, he nodded.
"And you wish to see the best of intentions for mankind?" She continued, and yet again, he nodded.
"I will not kill you, but perhaps you could die a glorious death, serving the alliance, and mankind?" She said, but Klaus did not answer. He only looked down upon himself.
"I… I am a heretic…" He said to himself, and Jaina wasn't sure if he said this on purpose, or by accident.
"I… I… I... will think... about your offer." Klaus said simply, and Jaina nodded, leaving Klaus in his cell.
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Klaus sat on the floor, idly drawing at the sand of his cell. Unlike the rest of the cells, which had their floor made of stone, his cell was partially broken and destroyed, so he only had sand as a floor. He didn't mind though, in fact, he enjoyed it. Many Kriegers drew in their spare time, which was very rare, as the Death Korps were always needed. It had been nearly an hour since Jaina left, and Klaus had started to get tired of the dungeon, especially filled with xenos, and heretics. The xeno to his side, what they called a tauren, looked from the bars at the drawing Klaus had made.
"You draw with finesse, pale one." It said, but Klaus did not even give it the satisfaction of a glance. He merely looked at his drawing. He had drawn a beautiful countryside, of large rolling hills and beautiful trees. Flower beds were scattered across the grass, and on the largest hill, underneath the shade of a tree, two people sat next to each other.
"You are a xenophobe… aren't you?" The tauren asked. Klaus looked at the tauren, sizing it up. It was large, nearly as tall as an adeptus astartes, with muscles like it too. Red and blue face paint was all along his face, elegant designs carved into his tusks. Feathers and furs were his clothes, and Klaus nearly scoffed of how primitive the tauren was.
"You are correct. All xenos are treacherous scum, and they deserve to be crushed, by the boot that is the Imperium." Klaus said, throwing in the insult to see its reaction. While others would merely rage, the tauren merely shrugged.
"Do not hold grudges against the species, but the individual. It is like hating a father, so you pick on the son. It is a cowardly thing to do." The tauren merely replied. Klaus wanted to laugh. He so dearly wanted to press his face against the Tauren's cell bars, and tell him that his word meant nothing, that he was a xeno but, he was partially correct. Although Klaus universally disliked xenos, he hated some more then others. So, then should he treat some xenos lightly? He pondered about this, knowing this was heresy. Then, the door to the dungeon opened, light flooding in from the door, filling up the dark dungeons, a few prisoners groaning. Footsteps came closer and closer, until they reached his cell.
"Have you thought about the offer?" Jaina asked him. He was relieved that instead of the slutty shirt, she was now wearing a normal gown, that actually covered her up decently. Klaus stood up, careful not to destroy his drawing, and came close to the cell door, Jaina backing up a little. Good. That meant that even though Jaina had more authority than Klaus, she still partially feared her.
"I will accept your offer. On one condition." Klaus said. Jaina looked up. She partially expected him to say yes, but she never thought about any conditions.
"And that would be?" Jaina asked him. Klaus chuckled, before leaning in.
"I want to see my last interrogator." Klaus whispered.
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Jaina didn't know how to respond, although she was relieved that Klaus was no longer considering suicide. She wasn't sure if she could allow Klaus anywhere NEAR Naria. But that was his condition, and she would not go against it.
"Then it is a deal." Jaina said, as the prison warden fumbled with his keys, sticking it in the lock, turning. The ancient gears in the gate squelched as the gate popped open, Klaus taking a step out. But the ceremony was not yet done. She did not dare to show Klaus in public, so she decided to do it here.
"Klaus. Kneel." Jaina ordered, Klaus looked at her, with that blank face, as always.
"Is this an order, or a request?" Klaus asked her. Jaina sighed. From reports from Naria, these Krieg's as he often called himself, were mentally shattered, and then put back together again, so that they would follow orders blindly and with zeal.
"It is an order." She said. Klaus did not say a word, as he kneeled on the ground before him. The prison warden handed her a short sword, and she lightly tapped the sword on Klaus's shoulder. Then his other shoulder. Then his head. She gave the sword back to the prison warden, who merely grunted, watching as Klaus looked at the stone floor with great interest.
"Rise, Servant Klaus." Jaina said. Klaus slowly arose, and saluted, clicking his heels together, slamming his fist into his chest. If he showed humiliation, or pain, he didn't show it. Instead, he showed honor, and pride.
"Do you feel any better?" She asked, hopeful for an answer, but all Klaus did was nod. A man of short words, this one.
"Now come. I will give you your gear back, although some modifications have been made." She said. Klaus gave her an icy look, and she decided to elaborate.
"Nothing much. We merely painted the symbol of the alliance on your chest piece." Jaina added. It did not comfort Klaus, and she sighed.
"Let's go." She said, leading Klaus out of the prison dungeon.
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Klaus felt relieved to feel the metallic taste of the air, as he slipped his gas mask back on. It was very pleasing, and gave him the good feels. The feels of when he was on the battlefield, whistling artillery bombarding the enemy position, manning his position on the machine gun nest. Jaina looked puzzled as he sighed, not trying to hide the fact that he looked pleased.
"You… you realize that you have no need to wear this… 'gas mask' in the fort, with clean air, right?" Jaina asked him. Klaus nodded. Jaina merely shrugged, looking over Klaus, as he entered the familiar grenadier armor.
"It is a refreshing to be back in old decals." He simply replied, as he put his trench coat back on, tapping at the integrated carapace armor. The symbol of the alliance was thankfully, painted in black and gold, not the normal blue and gold he had seen before, although he did not approve of the desecration of his armor. It fit with his clothing, at least. Finally, he put on his helmet, covering his hair. Without the helmet, he felt rather bald. He didn't dare say this to Jaina, however.
"Now, Ma'am. What is my first duty?" Klaus said finally, as he examined his lasgun, satisfied that no mutants had done too much damage. It was only dusty, which was an offense to the machine spirit.
"Well, you must be tired after all of that… interrogation. I have a room for you, that you can use." Jaina said, leading him to a guest bedroom. As Jaina opened the door, Klaus suddenly felt how tired he was. He hadn't slept in the prison a lot. Mostly, because he did not want to fall asleep under the constant surveillance of xenos.
"Thank you, Ma'am." Klaus said simply, as he laid on the wooden floor, putting his lasgun aside.
"Klaus… there's a bed… for you…" Jaina mumbled, pointing to the massive bed. Klaus merely shook his head.
"I am more comfortable sleeping on the floor, if you don't mind." Klaus said. Jaina sighed. She didn't want to force him into bed, but this was getting ridiculous.
"Klaus, sleep in your bed. That is an order." She said, frustrated. She was surprised when Klaus shot up like a rocket, sitting on the bed. Dirty woman he thought to himself. She had exploited his only weakness. His unfaltering loyalty to his superiors.
"Yes, Ma'am." Klaus replied, before he covered himself with the blanket, idly staring up at the ceiling of the room. Jaina couldn't tell if he was sleeping, for he was deathly quiet. She simply stared at him for twenty minutes. She had a feeling that he might go back onto the floor. She didn't really like when people refused such honors. But to her surprise, Klaus did not even move a muscle.
"I could use more people like you..." She chuckled, slowly closing the door behind her.
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Review Time!
AncientRaig: Yes, he may bit emotional, but when you dont enforce something, you slowly lose control.
Reichtangle: Yes. All of the heresy is filthy.