So this is the first of the omakes. Had a bit of fun with this one.
In order to get the most out of this thing, I recommend listening to the Ultramarine chant on repeat. Those of you who watch TTS will get the joke.
Omake I - Ultratorture
"ParadoxPoker2Point0"
Feel my pain, bitch.
The Imperium had come to Remnant just as Jaune and Pyrrha had gotten back up from their recovery.
And as was the custom, the Ultramarines decided to pop in and lend a hand.
With the aid of the new arrivals the enemy's lair had been located after a few month's worth of searching, reconnaissance and interrogations of-
Oh, who are we kidding? They went to the Space Wolves and asked them to work their Fenrisian magic. Well, it worked and now a host was camped outside of Salem's castle.
But they were not storming it. Instead the attackers had decided to try out something different.
Agitatis Ultramarini
Mobilis te Ultramarini
"I must say brother, this certainly is one of your more unusual ideas." said Jaune and looked up to his brother.
For all of said brother's mistakes it was good to see him again. Even if it had taken some rather unusual help to get him on his feet again. Was he to start expecting Eldar visitors to the Imperial palace now?
"Perhaps." said the primarch of the Ultramarines.
"But as I have always said: one must adapt."
"True, but will this be enough?"
"Perhaps not." admitted Guilliman and turned to a tech-priest.
"Increase the power."
The tech-priest bowed and did as ordered. The sound grew in intensity, but Jaune took comfort in knowing that what he felt was but a buzz compared to what the castle's denizens were experiencing.
Non preastatis Ultramarini
Nobilitis Ultramarini
Non preastatis Ultramarini
Nobilitis Ultramarini
It had been seven days. Seven days! Seven days of the constant uninterrupted chanting driving into his skull as if they were the immensely sanctimonious lovechild of tinnitus and a jackhammer.
Arthur Watts barely flinched anymore as he was pulling out the hairs of his moustache. He had already pulled out all the ones from his nose to distract himself from the chanting. The pain he had felt as he yanked out all the hair had been but a tender massage compare to this ultratorture.
Agitatis Ultramarini
Mobilis te Ultramarini
In his room, Hazel Rainhart seemed to be imitating a famous Terran artist despite never having seen the man's work. But unlike the painter, Hazel would go further...
Hazel's hands were shaking as he held the razor to his face. Three days with no sleep had torn away at the man's usual stoic self. He had to end it. Pain he could deal with, but not this.
Steeling himself he got to work.
The blade cut into the skin and Hazel forced himself not to raise his aura. He had to save that for the aftermath.
Steady hands drove the blade down in a smooth and clean cut. Hs semblance was blocking out the pain but he could feel the warm blood spilling out onto his hands and running down his shirt.
He forcing the bloody skin around the wound closer together he let his aura stop the blood.
Hazel then shifted and turned to his other ear.
"Silence is golden…"
Those were the last words Hazel Rainhart ever heard.
Non praestatis Ultramarini!
Nobilitis Ultramarini!
"Ma- it -op."
The words were haggard and forced as Cinder spoke them.
"Mak- -hem -top"
"Hush, it will be okay. Mercury went out to make it stop. He will stop them. He is good at that. He is good at killing." said Emerald softly as she patted Cinder's head.
The raven haired woman was rolled into a fetal position in Emeralds lap. Normally Emerald would wish for their positions to be reversed but now… with the noise?
The truth was that Emerald had sent Mercury out to silence the noise. That had been… a day ago? It was hard to judge time here in the caste. The sun didn't seem to rise or fall here.
She had sent him out a day ago but nothing had changed. Had he failed? A small part of Emerald hoped that the assassin had failed because that would mean she wouldn't have to give him that blowjob she had promised him as a reward.
Agitatis Ultramarini!
Dominitis Ultramarini!
Tyrian Callows was out of his mind. More so than usual. He was so out of his mind that he was bringing soup to his lady.
But his lady was not hungry. She was in her chambers with a small mountain of pillows over her head, trying to block out the sound. A futile attempt. The sound got through everything.
"My goddess?"
"Tyrian? Is that you?"
"Yes, my goddess?"
In a blur of motion the pillows fell down to the floor and Salem, the Queen of grimm, was on her knees in front of Tyrian, begging him to make it stop.
"Make it stop, Tyrian. Go out there and end it."
Tyrian was conflicted. On the one hand he was glad that his goddess had a task for him. But on the other, it was him who was supposed to be on his knees begging of her. Not the other way around. Tyrian might be crazy, but he knew his place in the world.
"At once, my lady."
Non praestatis Ultramarini!
Nobilitis Ultramarini!
Mercury Black was sneaking up on the newcomers. He had been doing so for almost a day. He was taking his time, making sure to not get spotted just because he was impatient.
He crawled and crept closer to where that sound was coming from. He was starting to make out the enormous machines that were producing the sound. They were manned by figures in red cloaks and people with metal sticking out of their heads.
"These people are weird."
And if they were weird, then they were Arc's bunch. But these people did not seem to have wings or fangs as far as the assassin could tell.
There were warriors there as well. Mercury recognized the yellow, red and black armors that he had seen that night at Beacon. But now there were ones in blue as well.
He spotted Arc, the wings on his back marked him out over a mile away. He was talking to one of the blueberries. This figure was tall. Like really tall, taller than the other warriors. They almost seemed to be arguing.
A noise made Mercury turn his head. Tyrian was charging the warriors while screaming on the top of his lungs.
"FOR THE GODDESS!"
'Idiot.' thought Mercury. Tyrian would not even make it to the outer line before he was taken down.
Still, it provided a good distraction for Mercury to move unnoticed… or so he thought before a massive armored hand grabbed him by the legs and hoisted him up into the air.
"No, you be the ruler this time! I've got my hands full looking after my legion."
"The legions are gone, brother."
"Well I'm putting mine back together and then I'm taking the fight to the-"
"Pardon the interruption, my lords, but I believe you would want to see these two."
The two brothers put their argument on hold and turned to the Ultramarines' chapter master.
"No problem at all, Calgar. What have you brought us?"
Calgar lifted the Gauntlets of Ultramar to reveal the two intruders. The reborn primarch recognized one of them.
"Mercury Black, but then who is this?"
"Not important." said the figure, clearly a faunus judging by the now twisted scorpion tail. He was quite literally beaten black and blue.
"We will decide that." said Guilliman and stepped closer to examine the tail. He had not had much chance to examine faunus prior to this.
"I take it they were caught trying to sneak in?"
"They were. We knew of this one for quite a while and were observing him to figure out what he was planning." Mercury was lifted up a bit more to indicate who the Ultramarine spoke of.
"And this one simply made a mad run for our first defensive line. I decided to grab the first one before he made a run for it. It seemed like they were both trying to get to the machinery."
Guilliman stroke his chin.
"Hmm, theoretical: they were trying to stop the noise as it is starting to get to them. Practical: keep doing what we are already doing to make the enemy come out by themselves or seal themselves away forever."
"I agree. No need to waste men storming the castle." said Jaune and checked a message on his scroll. Someone was coming that would be really happy to see Mercury again.
It did not take long for Yang to show up with a wicked grin on her face.
"Aww, Angel-boy, you shouldn't have. Pyrrha will get jealous."
"Well, I don't think she will mind very much."
"Well I mind! Much!" protested Mercury, still hanging from Calgar's hand next to Tyrian.
The sight of Xiao-Long had his heart beating like crazy. There was no way in hell Yang had gotten over what he and Emerald did to her.
"Shut up, punching bag! Unless you got something useful to say!" said Yang and got into a boxer's pose. Oh, she was going to enjoy this.
"I will never talk!" said Mercury defiantly. He couldn't show weakness.
"Oh, you just made my day, Mercy-bitch!"
Yang started punching, dishing out payback for what he had done to her at the Tournament and Beacon.
The first blow hit Mercury right in the dick.
A few minutes later
"She keeps hitting me in the dick! Why! Why does she keep hitting me in the dick!?"
For the last few minutes he had been reminded that the only things made out of steel under his belt were his legs. Mercury did not have balls of steel.
Tyrian spoke up, trying to bolster the younger man's morale so that he would not break.
"Because it's such a big and easy target!"
"You're dust-damn right!" shouted Mercury with chauvinistic pride and tried to keep the tears from falling.
Only to be punched in the dick again.
"Nope! I just like the challenge of hitting something so small." said Yang with a wicked smile on her face.
Mecury: morale - broken
Salem's underlings surrendered a few days later. Watts walked out without a single hair on his head. Hazel could only communicate by having others words written out. Emerald had just left Cinder to her fate in the castle when Cinder had tried to make ear plugs out of Emerald's fingers.
Both Cinder and Salem were swiftly apprehended with the promise of making the chanting go away. Both of them almost willingly stepped into the prepared stasis units waiting for them. They would remain in there until someone could figure out what to do with them.
Salem was immortal in a way the Imperium had never seen before and Cinder had the power of the Fall Maiden - a power that no one wanted to lose track of. They could kill her, but then where would the power go? They simply had no way of guarantying that.
Okay, this one I just did for the lulz. I've got a few other ideas in mind for other omakes, but I don't know what the future will bring.
Hope you enjoyed it.
