I do not own Warhammer. I only own my OC
"WOOOO we are here with a new chapter and I did not take forever doing it."
"But it took us a while to finish it"
"But it's here and that's what matters my friend."
Well let's do those guest reviews.
Guest: You will be seeing some of that this chapter.
Guest: "R.O.W get my chemistry set we have a reader to bring back to life."
"Fine just don't blow up the ship again like last time.'
Now the story.
"Perseveres don't get all mushy about love. No poetry, no creepy obsessions; either you love someone, or you don't. If you do, you marry 'em and fight alongside them for the rest of your life. If not, you just fight alongside them." - Kelly Grade One Preserver
Wolfgang was walking with his older brother thought the market plaza, looking at weapons, mods for weapons, ship upgrades, and armor. Most of the stuff the vendor's were selling wasn't as good as the equipment the two Roses had on.
The market plaza was full of people civilians that lived on the large asteroid, marines, troopers, and other preservers. The market itself was filled with venders both on the street with tarps over their heads or in their own building.
Granted the venders in the buildings had better goods then the ones outside, However their prices were set and non negotiable. While the outside venders' prices were and sometimes you could find someone who had natural skill in their craft, meaning they could make better equipment then the ones in the store.
Wolfgang's brother preferred to shop outside for that exact reason. Albern had a few venders that he did business with more than others. One was a Squat armor smith, not because Albern used armor but because the Squat bought the armor Albern stripped off enemies that he killed. The other was a Tau weapons smith who gave Albern's other technological weapons a look over. The last a human engineer that bought tech Albern found on his missions.
Wolfgang on the other hand did not have these types of contacts. In the interest of saving time Wolfgang just sold all of the things he stole in bulk to the space station that orbited Reach. Sure he would get more credits if he did business like his older brother, but he had a good four hundred years to set up his contacts.
Besides Wolfgang and Albern got top notch equipment from their Keep's laboratory teams so they really bought parts from the vendor's and the accessional weapon just for them to take apart and upgraded. But sometimes you could find a diamond in the ruff.
Wolfgang stopped when he spotted a nice looking black jacket which looked like it was made from leather. Sure Wolfgang already had his coat, and he was not about to change it out, but he was not thinking about getting it for himself.
Albern saw his brother stop and traced his gaze to his target. He looked at the jacket for a few moments before, trying to figure out why he would be eyeing the black jacket. Then it hit him.
"You are considering buying that jacket for the craftworlder that you got." Albern spoke walking up to his younger brother.
"She is currently wearing an eldar's robe." Wolfgang returned not taking his eyes of the jacket. "It would be fine around the ship but not out in public she would stick out like a sore thumb."
Albern narrowed his eyes at his brother. "You're not considering letting his craftworlder joining your crew are you? Just drop her off with immigration and let them take care of it."
"I can't do that." Wolfgang said grimly.
"Yes you can." Albern said taking in a serious tone. "She is a craftworlder she had never seen Reach, you don't know her true loyalty yet, she could give away Reach's location to another craftworlder."
"She won't do that." Wolfgang said walking up to the vender who owned the stand that held the jacket.
"She will do that if she is that ambitious." Albern returned darkly. "Why would you go through the trouble getting a craftworlder to join you when there are plenty of Eldar that are loyal to Reach back home."
It was then Albern noticed something. He knew his brother well and he only got gifts for family members and good friends. This craftworlder meant something to him, and that was dangerous.
"Wolfgang Ethan Rose." Albern said casing Wolfgang to flinch. "Why are you going out of your way for this craftworlder?"
Sweat started to fall from Wolfgang's forehead. Albern had only used Wolfgang's full name a total of three times in his entire life, this was the fourth time, all those times Albern used his full name was when he was in a murderess mode. But Wolfgang wasn't the one he was planning on murdering, and he knew it.
Wolfgang pushed a few buttons on his phone causing it to send a premade message to Rosa. Wolfgang's hand inched towards Litany as he turned to face his brother. Wolfgang's face became hard as he stared down his brothers murderess glare.
"That is none of your business brother." Wolfgang said almost growling.
"It is my business if she if a threat to Reach." Albern growled back. "More so if she is a threat to a member of my family. I will not lose another."
Albern handed inched toward his own weapon.
Wolfgang knew he stood no chance against his brother, and if he true believed that the eldar was a threat then there was nothing he could do to stop him. The only thing he could do was tell him what he wanted to know and pray to God that that would be enough to stave off his brother.
"We have a bond." Wolfgang said through gritted teeth.
"Speak up Wolfgang." Albern said. "You know mom doesn't like it when you mumble."
"We have a bond." Wolfgang repeated clearly.
Albern's eyes went wide.
"If you kill her it could come back around and hurt me, maybe even kill me." Wolfgang said letting a slight smirk appear on his face. For the first time in his life Wolfgang had his brother beat at something that wasn't a holo-game.
Albern's stance relaxed. "If she is a threat I will lock her in a cage not even the Headmaster will be able to get into. I will see you at home Wolfgang."
With that Albern turned and walked away disappearing in the crowd of people.
Omael was setting in one of the side chairs on the Preserver's ship's bridge. The marine had been going over history records ever since Wolfgang left the ship to go onto the station call Uncles. The revelation of the X- protocol shook Omael's faith in the people of Reach. The thought of a human willing damning themselves made no sense to him, but at the same time he too was just a guilty as they were.
The Space Marine looked at the skull helmet that sat on the desk in front of him. One of the symbols of his statues as a Chaplain. Its black eye sockets staring back at him.
In a blur of motion Omael grabbed his helmet and threw it against the hull of the drop ship. The helmet slammed into the wall imbedding itself in the wall from the force of the Chaplain's throw.
It was a mockery to him, a reposition of what he should be and a reminder of how far he had fallen. He used to be a proud member of the Black Dragon's First Company! He led his brothers on charges into Foul Xenos lines cutting them to bits and crushing their pathetic skulls beneath his armored boots!
He brought death to the Emperor's enemies, he killed witches, heretics, and fell demons! With a few words he could inspire his men to push forward and take objectives crushing all who stood in their way! Truly he was worthy of his position as a Space Marine, as a Chaplin, and the Emperor's Angel of Death.
But all it took for it all to fall away was one ambush by the Dark Eldar filth. They killed his squad and took him prisoner, not even giving him the honor to die in combat with his brothers. NO they took him and threw him in an arena to fight for their amusement.
For ten long years he was their personal plaything. He was forced to stay with the other captured Eldar with his hands binded so he could not remove them from his presence. In the pits he had to fight off dark eldar hellions with an eldar chained to his hand. To make matters worse if the eldar died then he died too, and Omael was not about to died before he ripped the Archon's guts out.
Every waking moment he was in those cells Omael prayed to the Emperor for a chance to kill the Archon and as many as the filthy xenos as he could before he died. But prayer after prayer, fight after fight, day after day, Omael was left in that damned city.
To add to his fury the Archon he wanted more than anything to rip apart was assassinated and he was handed off to another, who only saw to use him as a living trophy. At least in the pits he could kill the xenos filth.
But in all that time the only answer to his prayers came in the form of Wolfgang, but even he too was a heretic. The Sons of Liberty were no different though they only struck against the Imperium in the name of Humanity. It was as the Sons of Liberty librarian said "Our duty is to Humanity not its current government" if the government would bring about humanity's doom then they would rain dead upon the government.
Deep down Omael thought he could return these marines to the Emperor's glory and by doing so cleanse his soul of any taint. But now he could see only the Emperor himself could bring these people into the Imperium.
"You ok there big guy?" The construct Rosa said appearing on a cogitator near the marine.
"Leave me construct." Omael said lowly.
Rosa sighed and disappeared only to reappear on the marine's shoulder. "You know there are other Imperial Marines on Reach. one is a Salamander."
"Loyal space marine still fall to Chaos." Omael countered walking over to his helmet and pulled it out of the wall. He turned the helmet to look at its face.
"True, be we are not Chaos. Chaos hates us just as much, if not more, then the Imperium. Our preservers take out Chaos cults before they become a threat on Imperial worlds all the time. Hell not one year ago a preserver and her crew whipped out a whole cult on a hive world."
"You all throw your lot in with xenos!" Omael yelled at the AI on his shoulder. "Damning all of your people by letting them live among you and adding the genetic make up to your own! You are all Heretics and Muttons straying from the Emperor's path!"
"Omael are you a puppet or a Human?" The AI question the marine crossing her arms.
"What kind of question is that?"
"A puppet cannot think for itself, a puppet does whatever its puppeteer wants it to do. A Human, or at least Reach's people, thinks for themselves. A human would question an order if it got all of his men killed when a better option is available."
"All I see when I look at you is a puppet in a marine's armor. Take a step back and look at your Imperium, don't you see that is killing its own soul. If you were order to kill a child just because his or her face was deformed would you do it? What is that child's crime if he or she is a victim of genetic deformity?" Rosa demanded while she projected a girl with a deformed face in front of him.
"Your religion calls for her death," Rosa said pointing at the hologram of the girl in front of him. "But your humanity calls you to show pity for her, care for her even. Your humanity is calling you to pick her up in your arms and tell her that she is not a heresy. That she is a human with a soul that should be protected and cherished."
Omael looked at the child on her knees in front of him tears in her eyes as she looked up at him, silently begging for her life. He had completely forgotten that the child before him was but a hologram. Omael knew that he had to do what he must do, but why couldn't he move his arms.
"Well space marine? Are you a Human or a puppet?"
Omael stared at the child, his anger growing as his arms refused to obey his will.
"RRRRRRAAAAAAAA!" Omael roared viciously as he pulled himself away from the child and grabbed his head before he fell to his knees and brought his armed fists down on the floor.
The ship nearly shook as the Black Dragon created two deep dents on the ship's floor. However the marine was far from done. Omael raised his hands over his head and slammed them into the floor again, all the while roaring out in anger, confusion, and madness.
The marine smashed the floor a dozen more times before he finally stopped. Omael was breathing heavily as he had using all the strength his genetic enhanced muscles would give him.
"Are you happy now?" Omael hissed at the AI. "Now I know I am a heretic."
"No." Rosa said appearing in front of him. "Now you know you are a human."
Wolfgang was on his way back to the Battle Barge with the jacket slung over his shoulder. His body was still shaking from the close call he had with his brother. Wolfgang had a feeling that he was going to get an ear full from his parents when he got home, but he would rather have an ear full from his parents then a showdown with his brother.
The crew hands we also on their way back to Freedom's Progress as the ship was to set sail in a few hours. Most of them were carrying things that they bought while on the station while others were coming back from the less than humble activities. Most of the crew hand had they their family on board with them while others were all alone so any time they got off the ship they would jump at in an instant.
Wolfgang honestly did not know what he was going to do with the eldar once he got back. He didn't want to drop her off with immigration as they would just set her up with a basic house then track her every movement to make sure she was not a threat. However Wolfgang was not willing to let her go just like that, even if this mentality was coming from the bond.
When Wolfgang returned to his drop ship the battle barge began to cast off from Uncle's and began the trip back to Reach. From Uncle's it would take about four days to get to Reach if the Warp would cooperate, if not then it would take ten to twenty days to get back. But with the advanced Warp Drive and the superior navigation techniques the people of Reach used going through the warp was safer.
Rosa welcomed Wolfgang back as soon as he entered the drop ship. Rosa's cheery voice was enough to get Wolfgang to stop shaking, if not as much as he was. Not having much to do Wolfgang walked over to his Freedom Knight to check it's systems himself.
The Preserver set the jacket on the railings before he hopped over to the Knight's upper hull. He groaned as he checked over the ship's engineers work. There were a few places where they could have done a better job but Wolfgang could hardly blame them as they were not used to working with an old Knight such as this one.
Most of the things they missed were the right parts as they would not keep Gen. four parts around anymore. However Wolfgang kept the right parts on his ship just for an occasion like this so replacing the wrong parts with the right ones wouldn't be a problem. But this event did remind the young Preserver that his Knight did need a massive upgrade.
He had a feeling Rosa would not be so lucky next time her AI core took a hit. But as it were the cost to upgrade his knight cost more than he could afford at the moment and the foreseeable future. Wolfgang was also privy to the new weapons and knight models that were being researched. So even if he did get the most upgraded knight in the entirety of Reach it would soon be out shadowed by the new tech.
Wolfgang pushed those thoughts to the back of his head and focused on the work in front of him. There was no point in dealing with things he could not change. Once he was finished fixing his knight Wolfgang hopped back over to the catwalk, grabbing the jacket as he went, and headed back to his room as he felt a need to sleep for a month.
As Wolfgang passed the room the eldar chose as her room he came to a stop. For some reason he knew that she was in there. Wolfgang backed up to the door then knocked on it and waited for her to answer it. A few moments passed before the door opened and revealed the red haired eldar looking at him.
Wolfgang offered the jacket. "I had a feeling that you wouldn't want to be stared at so I got you this, and I can have Rosa deliver more clothes that people on Reach would wear."
The Eldar looked at the jacket for a moment before she looked back to him. "Why would I wear something that a animal would wear. You also smell like one I suggest you do whatever you do to clean yourself."
The door then slid shut leaving the Preserver standing there with his arms still out with the jacket lying across them.
"Ouch." Wolfgang said before he let his arms fall to his side with the jacket in his right hand.
Wolfgang turned and walked over to his room and walked in. He tossed the jacket on the nearest table before continuing to his bed. The Preserver didn't even bother changing his clothes before he jumped on his bed and fell asleep.
Maybe his sister would accept the jacket.
The door to Wolfgang's room slid opened. A slender figure walked into the room not noticing one of the corners of the sealing was lowering so a targeting laser could line up with the figure's frame. The figure walked over to the table which had a black jacket sitting on it. The figure picked up the jacket before turning around and leaving. The turret returned into the roof once the possible threat was gone.
The figure returned to the eldar's room before she switched on the lights. For some reason it felt so bad then she rejected Wolfgang's gifted like she did. Lanasya could feel his pain when she rejected it and it made her feel like crap.
But now that she had it she felt amazing.
She held the jacket close to her body like it was a treasure. She did not care that it smelt like him. In fact it made the jacket all the more appealing to her. Lanasya knew she should hate it, hate him, but she couldn't she loved it and she did not know why. She held the jacket up her nose and took a deep breath of its scent before she pressed her cheek against it.
She could feel it, she could feel him. Oh if she could go to him now, if she could hold him, she could make all his troubles away. But she didn't want to seem weak less he take her-
She stopped herself from that thought. He would not force himself upon her, he was not that kind of man-
NO! Why was she thinking about that at all?
'By Isha the bond it was getting stronger.' Lanasya thought to herself. It was the only explanation.
She should be trying to escape Wolfgang, she should be trying to bring down these humans not go along with them. But her heart ached whenever she thought of leaving him, she yearned to be by his side, to aid him in anything he did.
Lanasya looked at the jacket before she slipped it on. The feeling of the material was a new to her but it wasn't a bad feeling. She walked over to the bathroom so she could look at herself in the mirror. The jacket did fit her perfectly and the black brought out her blue eyes and red hair.
However her eldar robes did not go along with the jacket. She need to find something more like… Wolfgang's people, and the only insight she had into that was Wolfgang. Or maybe she could get that information without asking him.
Lanasya returned to the main room before she came to a sudden stop. Before her was Rosa standing at the same height as Lanasya, however she was in color rather than being shades of red. By her body language Lanasya could tell that the AI was very angry and in a defensive state.
"I want to get this out of the way before anything else happens." Rosa said dangerously. "You do anything to hurt Wolfgang in anyway shape or form." Rosa drew her sword at pointed it at the eldar. "It will be the last mistake you make."
The AI then disappeared leaving a stunted eldar. She shook the AI's words off and went to bed, but before she closed her eyes she reached out and connected herself to her… bondmate."
Lanasya opened her eyes and she found herself in some kind of building or some kind of governor housing. The hallway in which she found herself was well kept and bright as the many windows that lined the hallway let in more than enough light.
The eldar started to walk down the hallway talking every detail of the building. However she came to a stop when a young voice called to her.
"Do I know you?" The voice said perfectly in the eldar language.
Lanasya turned around to see a familiar pair of hazel eyes looking back at her.
Hehe sorry it took so long to get out this chapter. But it is here and I hope you guy/gals like it. I know one person that has been waiting for this.
"Well maybe because they had to wait awhile for this to come out."
"You of all people should know how busy we are."
Well I will see you guys next time. When we get to Reach.
Special thanks to my editor: ZoDiAcKiLlEr315
God bless and don't cross the blue electricity with the red one. Trust me bad things happen.