Chapter 7: The Commissars Pride.
AN: ere we go again. no reviews for the last chapter. so sad, anyway onto the story
He had been walking for 2 days asking around in every town for claymores when he came to a small village. The inhabitants told him that a town down the road was having yoma problems and that someone had been defending it. He hurried down the road. Coming to the town to see a man running toward him.
"Help me he's after me." was all he said before a hatchet flew toward him. Hitting him in the back and staining the ground with his blood. The space marine drew his sword and pointed his bolter toward where the hatchet came from. When he heard a familiar voice
"Samuel is that you." the man hurried toward him "Holy Emperor"
"Dirk?"
"Samuel, your still alive!"
"And you, were are the others."
Dirk bent down and pulled out the hatchet from the back of the man who had begun to change in death into a yoma.
"There's still others, we should…"
"Agreed." the space marine interrupted running toward the town. His heavy booted feet clunking as he rushed toward the town. He could sense at least 5 regular yoma still in the town. He entered the town to see people huddling together. He stomped toward them.
"8 actually" he said to himself out loud. He drew his bolt pistol and pointed it at a small dark haired man and pulled the trigger. The explosive bolt blew apart the mans head and the headless body fell to the ground. "7" the people began to scream and run in all directions. He aimed again but the mass of people did not allow him to aim precisely. "He yelled to dirk over his shoulder. "The redhead and brown haired man over there he said to the guardsmen who had retrieved his las-gun. He drew his huge sword and thumbed the activation stud only for the old blade to spark and die. "Damn it all its out of power." he charged forward just in time to hear the las-gun crack and the scream of a yoma.
"You claymores can't leave us alone can you" said a yoma before changing his form.
"Space marine," he yelled back angrily. He swung his sword into the first one leaving a splash of blood as it died. The next jumped at him, for him to easily move a step backward and grab its throat breaking it and throwing the corpse into another who stumbled and he pulled the trigger twice blowing their guts across the ground. He walked toward the next one who for some reason hadn't changed; tossing a grenade over his shoulder that killed the other 2 in a barrage of shrapnel from it. "That's strange I sense 2 more auras." Suddenly the last yoma began to change becoming much larger and muscled. "Its not 2 auras its just one large one." he swore under his breath
"Ever faced an awakened being before little claymore," the awakened being hissed in a mocking tone.
"Space marine, I'm a space marine." he readied the sword in a defensive posture. "Lets go Xeno, FOR THE EMPEROR." He Roared
The yoma roared and lunged a powerful claw at him but he blocked it. "Really is that the best you can do. Come show me what passes for terror among your misbegotten kind. He swung the sword in an arc slicing off its fingers. But the creature just chuckled. "I'm a defensive type ill just out last you." it said as it began to grow its fingers back.
"Well I'll just have to make this quick" he charged forward sword held in a thrusting position. But instead of making the thrust he threw it aside and tackled the monster. It fell backward and thrashed as the space marine threw it off balance. Samuel clambered toward the monsters face were 2 yellow eyes looked at him in shock. "Die Xeno." he smashed his fist into the yomas face, shattering bones and cartilage as the nose broke. It screamed and tried to throw him off but he continued mercilessly pounding his fists, breaking every bone in its face. Finally he pulled out a combat knife and aimed it for one golden eye.
"I hear that the claymores get a moniker the more powerful they get. I can't wait to hear what they call me. With this he drove his knife into the eye socket in a shower of gore and purple blood and a dying wail. He smirked and leapt off the yoma to walk over to Dirk who had appeared grabbing his sword on the way.
"Well done."
"Thanks that fool really thought that he could outlast me. So what happened after I died?" Samuel replied
"When you were killed we retreated, obviously the commissar did not want to but he followed your instructions. We traveled for a time but the commissar wanted to go south and Conrad wanted to settle down so we parted ways. I have been protecting this town for 5 years."
"But you can't sense the yoma"
"I found that when attacks begin to happen that if you get every one in the village to make a small cut on there body the yomas blood would turn purple. Then its just a matter of killing It." he held up the hatchet. "Can't waist the melta gun, and the las-gun some times wont kill it so I got good with this. This is the first time more than 1 came along.
"I'm trying to find any survivors of the northern campaign will you join me?"
"Of course lord, you know I would. Just let me get my gear." he ran off to the town.
The town's people had remerged and were walking cautiously up to him.
"Claymore, please accept this gift." the villager he believed to be the leader hauled up a fat bulging bag of there money.
"I don't need it, and I'm not a claymore."
"Then what should I tell people who ask what happened here."
"Tell them that Samuel of the Emperors swords did what had to be done."
40 minuets latter they started down the path to the next town.
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5 hours later
"Iho stick?"
"Space marines don't smoke"
"You never told me how you came back." dirk replied
"Space marines can shut down all functions and go into a comatose state that when fully interned can survive for over 400 years." when I was fatally wounded I went into this state to heal and lay dormant. I was awakened by a claymore investigating the Northern lands."
"Oh who was it."
"The new rank 47 Clarice, she is the weakest claymore I have met but the most Human so far."
"Human?"
"She has even less power then I do and her hair is not even blond. But she seems able to converse well with normal people from what i've seen. She's not so high and mighty." he said thinking back to his meeting with Galatea
"Interesting sir, were about half way to ranbona now.
Excellent, and dirk?
"Yes sir?"
"If we ever get back to any imperial forces I'm demanding you get promoted."
"Thank you sir."
They approached another town that was strangely quiet.
"Huh, no people, and I can't sense yoma."
"We should be careful."
"Agreed"
The entered the towns center to see a group of men standing on the center of town. They were armed with a combination of swords and spears.
"Hey, get out of here before we kill you" one of the men called
"Let me handle this" dirk said. "Hello, were just passing through here."
"This is our town now, you and your big friend can't come through here."
"What happened to the people?"
"We killed them or sold them into slavery what does it matter?"
Samuel then spoke "So your slavers."
"Yah what's it to you." The leader called again but before he could say anything else his head was gone. The massive form of Samuel stood next to him sword drawn.
"I hate slavers."
" But you're a claymore, you can't kill humans I know that a rule forbids you from killing humans" one of the slavers stammered
"I'm not a claymore." "Dirk kill these idiots. A barrage of las-gun beams tore through the men killing them. The one surviving man held up his hands in surrender only to receive a fist to the face breaking the nose and knocking him unconscious.
"Human garbage." the space marine said driving a swift kick into the ribs of the unconscious man breaking at least 2. He spat on him and bent over to pick some Beras out of his pocket, tossing them in his hand before placing them in a belt pouch. "Lets move."
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Clarice had made her way back to the organization. She had requested an audience with their leader Rimito and had been accepted. She walked into a large hall like room were men in black sat on high back chairs, perching there like some dark bird of prey.
"Uh Clarice, number 47."
"We know who you are. Tell us what happened during your trip."
"Ok, well when I was sent into the northern lands near pieta I found that only 17 swords were there. I still believe that 7 of their number are still alive."
"No that is not possible, before you are sent away is there anything else?"
"I came upon a man using yoki powers. He had been frozen in the snow since the battle of pieta."
"Wait are you referring to the one know as Samuel." one of the order said with shock.
"Yes that is what he called him self when we spoke."
"Humm he could be a problem, do you know were he went."
"He said he was going south sir."
"I see well now I have a new task for you. You are to meet up with the warrior Mitia and go to the holy city of Rabona. You are then to kill the claymore Galatea who is hiding there from us there. Also if you see Samuel you are to kill him as well."
"Sir, are you sure about Samuel I don't see him as a threat."
"Samuel is the greatest non yoma threat to us at this moment. That's why you have Mitia she's number 4 now go."
Clarice left the room, then man in black know as Rimito said, "give me a report as soon as possible on Samuel. Then glanced at the door thinking what he was going to do if the space marine survived. But he pushed that out of his head. No one had survived meeting the blood eye.
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The holy city, center of the human civilization on this world and its largest city.
"Huh its not that impressive."
"Agreed, it has many deign flaws." the space marine even through he was not of the mighty imperial fists could still see design weaknesses better than the average space marine from his related gene seed.
"At least the cathedral looks nice."
"Not nearly as impressive as a holy ecclesiarchy church." the space marine replied.
They both approached the gates before the space marine put up his hood, and donned his helmet."
Dirk approached the guard who was startled by Samuels size looked him over carefully.
"You and your large friend here to see the city?
"Yes, were looking for a friend
"Excellent, be warned there is a curfew at sundown."
"Thank you, have you seen any strange looking men around here. He would be wearing a black cloak with red trim and a large hat.
"Oh you mean the self proclaimed bringer of the emperors light."
"That sounds like him, is he still here."
"Yah, he started preaching in front of the stature of Teresa and Clare."
"Thank you." dirk waved the space marine forward.
They entered the city and followed a cobbled stone road through it. It was packed with people of all types here to see the famous city. Samuel had tried to sense any yoma on them but could not. They approached a large stature with a crowd of people gathered around it. Suddenly a group of guard's ran toward the statue with a large man in the front decked out in full plate amour in the lead. They approached the crowed and watched as a man in a black, red rimmed cloak beat a larger man to the ground repeatedly while screaming "how dare you insult the Emperor Heretic." The commissar had knocked the man down in a puddle of blood, quickly drew his bolt pistol and pointed it at the back of the head of the man.
"Stand down commissar." the space marine moved forward pushing people out of the way with massive strides, Dirks slightly smaller shape following.
"Emperor bless you all, Samuel, your alive" Halt exclaimed
"It takes more than a lion to take me down Halt." the space marine said, "the situation is under control guards" he shouted over his shoulder
"We still need to take him in for assault." the large guard said. He stood about up to Samuels chin and was bulky, compared to Halts tall yet slim body.
"The matter is finished." Samuel said dryly. "If you have any problems you can take it up with Me." he turned to look at the guard his one glowing eye lens glaring at him.
The guards behind the head guard moved back from him but the head guard stood tall.
"Fine, but if he attacks a disbeliever again then we will have to take him in."
"I understand."
They walked away and Halt sighed. "That man I beat said that the emperor was probably a fake." he said
"What have you been doing? Have you been preaching the Imperial faith?" dirk asked.
"Of course, it is the purpose of a commissar to spread the light of the Emperor to even the lowliest of people."
"Don't kill people, for disagreeing with you." Dirk replied.
"You can't order me sergeant." the commissar replied.
"Look were guests here, I'm not even suppose to be allowed inside the city because I have these eyes apparently, so no executions" Samuel said "how long have you been preaching anyway."
"I really started about a month ago, but the people just keep going to the cathedral."
"Look," the space marine sighed, "people can't just believe in the Emperor. They have to see what he gave them to truly believe."
"Fine" Halt turned away from them and looked at the statue.
"It's strange, I should be hating this religion and all that it stands for but I can't. Its simple, preaches nothing but good ideas and seems pure. Their twin goddesses in the stature, Teresa and Clare are beautiful to me. When I see the statues of you Astarte's and hero's of old I feel pride and honor to even look upon it. But when I see this." he motioned to the statue "I see only beauty and a slight feeling of sadness." he sighed "honored Astartes, am I now a heretic?"
"Do you feel your self slipping from the emperors light?"
"No I do not. I just see the beauty of this statue."
"Then you are not. Halt in my own chapter I am considered an outcast." the space marine said, "I killed an inquisitor because I thought it was the right thing to do. I have never thought back on what would happen to me if I didn't. The only way you would be considered a heretic to me is if you were to go against the teachings of the emperor. Just because you see the statues as a thing of beauty, does not make you a heretic." The space marine walked to ward the commissar and placed a large hand on the mans shoulder. He took off his helmet and hooked it to his belt. "Teresa and Clare…" he said quietly. "Now where have I heard Teresa before?" he thought. "It's strange but it reminds me of Clare. He patted the smaller man on the shoulder and walked with him back to dirk.
"So were is Conrad."
"We have no idea." he disappeared after we split up and took the vox gear with him.
"My helmet vox is broken, so were not getting in contact with him." the space marine replied. Anything of importance here?" he asked Halt
"Not really, it's the largest city that is known around here. The people here are not religious or worship the gods Teresa and Clare. They know nothing of the emperor or the Imperium. The warp must really have taken us far."
"I agree" Conrad said "this really is a Emperor forsaken place."
"But he wants them to be saved all the same. Our next objective should be to link up with the survivors of the northern campaign. If they plan to take on the organization we are to assist them." Samuel said
"Ha, so were going to take down the bastards that turned those girls into monsters." Dirk said cracking his knuckles with an audible pop.
"Sergeant, I hate that noise." Halt said to him.
"This noise sir?" dirk stretched vertebrae cracking with the effort.
"Yes," halt said through gritted teeth."
"Shut it," the space marine had held up a hand "I just felt something."
"A yoma?" halt asked
"No, but I have felt it before. It's a claymore but whom I do not any, but its incredibly faint. He closed his eyes "it's gone" but I know were it was. He rushed toward the cathedral heavy boots clunking, his comrades following behind as fast as they could to keep up.
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They ran to through the large gates Samuel knocking people out of the way as they ran though the building. The large guard who they had met stopped them. He was about the same height as halt but much broader and wielded a broadsword. A smaller guard accompanied him who was lightly armed with only a short sword and some daggers.
"I'm sorry sir but you can't come in here, especially him." he pointed to Halt.
"Dear Emperor, what did he do here?" dirk sighed out loud
"That man painted a giant eagle over the door."
"Look, I already talked to him." Dirk said
"Well I'm sorry you can't come in here only people who have completed the pilgrims journey are allowed in."
"Plus you probably to stupid to know the way." I heard brawn before brains but you take it to a new level Pal." the smaller guard said laughing pointing at the space marine.
"Is that correct.?" the space marine said before grabbing the small man and bashing him into the wall with a sickening cracking sound." the space marine who had not replaced his helmet Stared at him through his silver eyes. "I don't care for your disrespect pup."
"Galk…" the boy choked out before Samuel dropped him to the floor in a heap.
"We done" Galk said to the group
"Galk, he's got silver eyes." the boy gasped
"You're a claymore!?" Galk said in shock.
"NO I'm a space marine, and before you ask, no I was not made with these eyes. They were." he paused "a gift, anyway you seem to know claymores have you seen any in this city recently."
"No they are banned from entering the city. The last one here was about 8 years ago and her name was Clare.
"Oh, so Clare was here. She's a good person." He was interrupted by a bald man who had come through the room.
"What's going on here."
"Sorry father, this man knows Clare."
"You do how she is." the older man exclaimed
"I'm sorry but I don't know, I fought with her in pieta through, and I'm pretty sure she survived."
"Wait that was 7 years ago, and I thought no one survived during that battle. We heard from the refugees."
"Well were still here." he motioned to himself and his companions.
The small guard had struggled to his feet at this point and was groaning quietly.
"Sid you can leave now." the priest said
"Yes father, he tried to walk steadily away but groaned and crumpled before dragging him self up and out of the room.
"Sids a good kid but he doesn't know when to shut it." Galk said
"He'll learn." said Dirk "Keep more teeth in that head of his that way."
"Now then, I am father Vincent what can an old priest do for you."
"Were looking for Claymores." came quick reply of Samuel. "Have any come through here?
"No not since Clare. Why do you think to search here? Claymores are banned from the city, and we have not asked for aid nor had a problem with the yoma since Clare."
"Well thank you anyway." he turned to his comrades "lets go."
"Wait are you staying in the city." the old man asked kindly. "if you need a place to stay I can have a room in the cathedral made for all of you."
"Sir are you sure this is wise." Galk started.
"Oh hush Galk, we did not trust Clare and look were that got us."
"Well be glad to take your offer."
"Great your rooms will be the ones up the stairs to the left."
"The space marine thanked the man and took his men up the stairs, bumping past a nun on their way who had her head down supposedly in prayer." the room was Spartan but it would do. They put their gear down and began to wait.
AN: well that was a Doozy to write. the first person that tells me who the Claymore that Samuel felt was gets a free ego point. there are two references to her in this chapter. anyway review. I'm like to have at least 2 reviews for each chapter but I know not every one can do it all the time so please consider it. by the way I don't consider "well done" "cool" "continue" to be reviews. real reviews are like what I have been getting, I really thank all for you who have spent the time to review. I'm looking for a Beta reader for this story. PM me if you are interested.
FINALLY: I just started a side project: A Berserk and Claymore Crossover. If you enjoy this story and Jean then you will most likely enjoy that one, but it will be updated every month at least once so be patient.