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[X]
Only what was left of a camp is what he saw. Five houses made of folding walls of some plastic material stood in the area. A fifteen-meter watchtower that had served as an observation post that was already crumbling. How much had happened here? How long had it been abandoned? And why? Bandits could be an answer, but there were still things here.
Trevor shook from his thoughts. It was a game after all. The system had placed it here for some player to find. That was all. He just stayed in his place, guarding. The auspex that Luck had lent him presented no alarm. It was only low-level, but it was much better than just trusting his eyes and ears. He was a Crusader, he had no infiltration or detection skills, but it was better that way. Luck had tracking equipment, it was better for him to search the camp.
He wondered how much time had passed, perhaps only one month in the real world, but it had already been three hundred days here. Almost a year. About one thousand six hundred and two players had just died from the imperial faction, and the number was increasing. And the worst part is that they had not yet left the planet because they had no idea where the boss of this world was. Indeed, for that reason a meeting with high level players would be organized. One guy named Diabel had made the call, everyone would gather in the hive.
"Trevor." He called him. It was Luck himself who was back. His mechadendrites spun while dragging a sack with several things inside. Trevor got down from the hab-block without hurry, but not before taking a last look at the auspex.
"What did you find?"
Luck threw a heavy round object. He caught it and looked at it. It was a fragmentation grenade. There were more in the bag. Power cells, food rations, medical supplies ... it was a more or less useful loot. The cells could be sold to players of the imperial guard and medicines to doctors.
"Take." Luck threw a gun that he caught without problems. When he saw it closely, Trevor realized it was a las-pistol, a Kantrael pattern. It was a standard in the imperial guard, but it was much better than continuing to use a stub-gun.
"that's it?"
Luck smiled, or at least what his half machine face allowed him. "No. Come, I'll show you."
Both went to one of the houses, was the most greatest of all and had a folding door covering the entire wall, it rose using levers on the floor. Luck opened it and let him see what was inside. Trevor's eyes shone as he recognized what he saw.
"A Chimera chassis... is it still intact?"
"Yes, in part. It has the engine yet, but I need to refill it and Call a transport. I can't carry everything to the base. "
That reminded him of one of the qualities of the game. While others would simply store items in inventories, you needed a vault to store yours. What was usually fixed when acquiring a base and using help from the subfaction to which you belonged to ask for help to transport objects that are too heavy.
"What will you do with him?"
"I could sell it. But repairing it could give me several options. I could do a Basilisk with this and we would have good artillery support."
"First get someone to drive it. You can only recruit Skitarii."
"The Skitarii can also use vehicles, but we will use the others in the clan. We have nine guards."
Trevor looked back at the auspex. The radar was still. "What about that girl you sent to the forests of Timgeb." He asked the same. "You named her third in command. Do you think she can lead? I heard she has a slight case of PTSD "
"She has a good eye to detect problems. She is recognized in GGO. Despite the unrealistic performance of that game, it is said that she could kill anyone a thousand meters away. Yes, she is somewhat traumatized, but it seems she has no problem using weapons here. Or so she told me. "
"I hope you are right. I wouldn't like to be taking care of someone who can't shoot. That, and we have fourteen in the clan, we don't have the strength or resources to protect someone."
"Chill. I sent them only to hunt wild boar. She took two and her squads. There are twelve in total. "
"Twelve just to hunt wild boars?"
"Twelve to train. Timgeb is a good place to train explorers. In addition, we need more snipers. We are running out of them. Barol lost his entire squad last week in an ambush. And we had the majority of NPC snipers there."
"There are more and more bandits. And too many players are in the hive." Trevor kicked a rock in disgust. It crashed with a nearby wall causing an echo.
"What are you going to do… they are afraid. We haven't even found the boss of this world."
Trevor turned toward the entrance, pointing his laser gun. He had the auspex in his hand that vibrated because he had detected near life. He held the Kantrael model firmly, ready to pull the trigger.
"It's no use hiding. We know you are here."
For a few minutes there was no response. But Trevor kept aiming, he made a warning shot that hit the wall by vaporizing the material and leaving a hole.
"It's okay! It's okay! You win, I'm going out."
The air deformed showing a figure behind a translucent layer. Trevor instantly recognized the Camaleoline to realize that it was a camo layer, an advanced item and one you would not get so fast.
A girl appeared before them. She wore the dark black suit stuck to her body. Although there was also a brown leather coat over it. Probably to hide the suit. Trevor could not help but recognize the skull helmet that covered his face, although she lacked the equipment that would normally bring a Callidus Assassin. She took off her helmet and let see her face of young girl. Her brown hair was cut to the neck and had some marks on her cheeks which made her seem to have some kind of cat like appearance. She was small, short, around 1.60. She didn't look ready to attack. Anyone would have thought it could be a trap, but assassinorum agents don't use NPC.
"Identify yourself, Callidus." Trevor spoke while aiming. He knew what a Assassin was capable of, even if she was someone of low level. If she had blades he would prefer to stay away, for speed was the friend of any scion of the Officio Assessinorium.
"Well, I see you are informed, Crusader friend. I know someone who could sell you a good sword at a good price…"
"We are not interested." Trevor said sharply. "What are you looking for?"
The girl looked nervous, but he could assume it was a feint. But he didn't let fall for it. The las-pistol was still pointing at him.
"Well… I think it would be better to introduce myself. My virtual name is Argo. I am an information dealer. And I'm basically... looking for you. Well, if my sources are reliable, of course…"
"And could I know who sent you?" This time the one who spoke was Luck while preparing his weapons, ready to fire. No to the girl, but to anyone who might have arrived as well. The pillage was not normal, but after so much time trapped on this planet without able and/or without wanting to take more risky missions. Many had taken the path of thieves, even if their alignments changed. They were desperate.
"No one." she said. "Working alone. I am an information dealer. I take charge of gathering information and selling it. I swear I have no intention of doing anything to you. "
Trevor continued to aim at her, but after a few seconds he decided to lower his weapon. Luck followed suit, but he wouldn't let his guard down.
"I will believe in your word. And well? Why look for me? "
"My name is Argo. As I told you, I usually deal with information from different places. I have traveled the planet gathering all kinds of clues and tips, which, at a reasonable price, can be sold."
"I understand that you are looking for a Beta tester, but I am not one. However you are looking for me. If you were looking for my partner, I would understand."
Argo occupied a chair that was abandoned, graciously sat down and looked at them both before continuing.
"Beta testers there are many. I can get all detailed information of each area, monster or item around. The problem is that we have not faced even a fraction of what the galaxy has to offer. I plan to make a guide. But I don't know much about the warhammer 40k lore. That's why I need someone who knows all this to gather enough information. With this we can save more lives. You've seen it right? Every day there are dead people and we have no idea where to go."
Trevor said nothing, he knew she was right. If they continued like this they would never escape or return home. He and his clan had searched for days and never found anything. Luck had calculated that in a matter of another year, all resources for the players would end in this world and then everything would become chaos.
"Actually, if you want all that information, I don't think a single book is enough. There is too little to ignore. We are in one of the darkest and most conflicting universes of all fiction. There are things out there that I definitely don't want to find."
"Hey, something starts." Argo replied. "At least it can help."
A Valkyrie was heard outside. The engines roared while staying in the air. Four servitors went down. They were equipped with cranes and caterpillars instead of legs. They were entirely to deal with heavy loads. The four took the chassis outside and with the help of harnesses and chains secured the Valkyrie. Luck and Trevor went to the cargo compartment, Argo followed, because she didn't have the answer.
"It will be after the meeting." Trevor said loudly to overcome the noise of the engines. "I will see how to try to summarize it. But I cannot promise anything."
The Valkyrie raised before heading to the hive city.
[X]
She sit, it was cold Stone, nothing she would mean, there were times when she had slept on the mud and even so, this was far better than being in a trench all day.
It was a big place, colosseum like, this was supposed to be the place where leaders would reunite to decide what to do, and some whispers commented about some big news. There had been near a year in this death game, she knew in real world had just passed a month, but still, these 300 days had caused a tool over her and many more.
Things were getting bad, and if it was not resolved she would end having to execute traitors, and that was something she really would never want to do. She played with her commissar hat and let it hang from her belt.
Several players were around, rumors said there would be more than five thousand of the most advanced clans and guilds, even if one of the most advanced was the level 15, which would be she. In fact, all players of levels between 10 and 20 should be here.
She noticed a figure in the center of the arena. This was a crusader, behind him was his shield and his sword hanged from his waist. Behind him followed a servitor with a huge vox amplifier. The guy closed the mouthpiece.
"Greetings. I'm very grateful all of you came here. My name is Diabel and I like to refer to myself as a paladin."
There were some laughs; however, there were many players who only wished to be done with this and to get to the relevant info. Some even raised their voice. "Just stop joking and get to the point! I need to get back with my clan!"
"The main reason I called you here today is to make an announcement. We have two important news for you. The first, we have discovered the boss of this world." Diabel continued.
Silence fell over the place, some whispers being heard here and there. "Is he telling the true?" "It can't be" "hope it is not another joke."
Diabel then continued. "We found it in the ruins of Old Stomouch. Apparently, the boss is part of an endemic species named Kobul that used to inhabit this world. Investigating a little we found it is a nomadic primitive tribe that wanders from one place to other searching for new shelters and hunting grounds. They seem like very hostile to humans and even try to hunt travelers. They may have very limited technology, but their force still possess a treat not to mention their number surpass one hundred thousand individuals. "
"If they are nomads it makes sense." Mary said that for herself. The players around were having similar thoughts now.
"Of course, with those numbers it would be better to use artillery, unfortunately, no player have achieved that. I'd like to escape from this planet and get new opportunities to survive. Who is with me!"
Applauses were heard as whistles too. The mood had now changed, some hope was finally being shown here.
"However!" Diabel continued. "It won't be that easy. The kobul may have the intelligence of a Neanderthal but they are not stupid. They like to prepare ambushes near their encampments. We lost five squad of NPC for those tactics of theirs. If we want to win, we need to coordinate and form a powerful attack "
More cheers came from the crowd, some even exclaiming his name again and again.
"Fool ..." Mary murmured. "When you fight in an ambush the enemy has the advantage once you have felt in its trap. Better to send explorers and locate their emplacement to destroy them with heavy fire power."
Diabel kept talking. "The other news I want to share with you is this…" He held in front of him as scroll like tube, this had the seal of the imperium and an Aquila on it. "This ..." he raised his hand. "… Is a map. We found this in the lairs of one of those kobuls. It is a map about this solar system and shows the coordinates to reach the other two planets. One of them is a dead world scorched by the sun and other is a world devoid of life but rich in minerals, there is miner activity there but only made by servitors. But the most important thing we found is the location about one new planet three light years away. We don't have the name but if we defeat the boss of this world we will get the last fragment of this map to call for a ship and get out from this world!"
More cheering were heard and this time Mary's attention got caught. This was relevant info, resources were ending, she needed more to feed her clan and get them to the exit from this death game.
"Fine, we will divide in formations and start by- " Diabel tried to keep talking but a scream stopped him. it came from the lower seats, there, one guy was standing, he leaped again and again until reaching the arena with a difficult landing. Mary noticed his uniform, a Savlar chemdog, but its inhaler was not with him, so she could see his face with no problem. His hair was full of pikes like a cactus, looked short but of strong complexion and his autogun was an unknown pattern modified.
The guy pointed at himself while trying to look important. " My name is Kibau . And I want to say something. "He then pointed at the audience. "There are traitors here!"
People looked at each other, trying to understand.
"Idiot..." muttered Mary. "Saying that bullshit only will make things worse, we must face a boss and if the moral is down we are only going to get a massacred. Moreover, that word has a serious weight over imperials."
"Yeah! That is right, I'm talking about the beta testers! They knew from the beginning what is going on and went for the easy quest only to leave us with hard quest and unknown knowledge. I know you are there! That is why you must apologize for killing all those players, come here and give all your equipment and money so it can be used correctly."
"What is that bullshit?" Mary said. Meanwhile, many were talking each other's trying to figure what to do.
"What do you mean by that?" Somebody spoke. Behind him was a tech-priest with a vox caster attached to one of his mechadendrites. The one who had spoken was a crusader, his equipment was not advanced, so probably was under level 20
"It seems like you just want to get easy equipment." The crusader continued. "Tell me, if they give you their weapons what will it change? Will the dead return?"
Kibau was speechless, for he couldn't retort those words. However, his pride wouldn't let him go with no fight.
"What do you know ?!" He exclaimed. "You are a beta tester too, aren't you? I bet you got fun taking all the easy quest and earning levels fast!"
"I'm no beta tester." The crusader said. "However, I'm not egoist. If I can make sure my team returns in one piece after each mission that is enough for me. We are trapped in this death game, saying all that nonsense only will do things worse. You have no idea about what is waiting for us once we get out from this planet."
Kibau couldn't keep arguing. Words would not come at his help. The crusader was just making fun of him, only looking him lowly and believing he was better than him. That is what he thought, and slowly his hand made its way close to the Stub gun on his belt.
"Can I talk?" A deep voice was heard, from the public raised a giant. Clad in green armor, his scout armor revealing the marks of the sons of Vulkan. A salamander, an Adeptus Astartes. The scout space marine raised his hand, between his massive fingers there was a small book. "This is a guide written by beta testers. It is for free to pick it up. All of us had this info at our reach, and even so, many players died."
That was the last push, Kibau just turned and gone in silence knowing he couldn't keep arguing anymore.
"Well, lets continue…" Diabel said trying to retake the main topic. "This here is one of our generals." He pointed at Luck while talking. "He and his clan will be helping us with info and coordination's we will be dealing with…"
The meeting continued for some hours.
[X]
She just kept quiet for the duration of the meeting, Diabel had drawn up the plans of the attack with the help of that strange man-machine she had seen and several other commanders. She knew little about what was happening. What the hell was Astra Militarum? Why did the metal giants move away from the other players? What did Feth mean ?
So when it was announced that they should team up with other clan leaders to form companies, she found herself in great trouble. She had no team, of course, she had been offered to enter one more than once, after all, was an adept Sororitas, was more than obvious that anyone would want to have her on her team, however, it was the same reason which today she had decided to go to the meeting without armor and only with some clothes she had bought. Even so, she had not separated from her rapier she had received as a gift from a friend. Maybe it wasn't an power sword, but it was beautifully decorated with a white rounded pommel.
"Hey, you, the one with the white hood."
A voice called him. When she turned, he saw a young man in armor carrying a thick shield behind him. Next there was a young boy, probably more younger than her. He was dressed as a commissar with a sword attached to his waist.
"You're a sororita, right?"
The girl was surprised to understand that the young man had realized her identity. She tried to deny it, but before speaking, he spoke.
"It's for the Fleur de Liz on your cheek." He said.
She covered the tattoo that had been made in the temple for choosing to become a Sororita of the order of the silver shroud. It had seemed as a beautiful design and it combined well with her.
"You seem to be alone. Would you be interested in being part of our group? "Asked the young man again. "We need one more and your help would be great right now."
She didn't answer, it was as if she didn't want to see him in the eyes. She wasn't good at this, just as she knew something about the game and as much as she wanted to, war was not something of her preference. She had just entered this game out of curiosity, listening to more than a million worlds and the possibility of visiting beautiful places made her quite curious.
"If you want to participate in this, you must form a team. We are going to fight a cunning enemy and it would be a very bad idea to go solo." The young man insisted.
The truth was that she also wanted to escape from this world. Even if it meant returning to that empty life, she still missed her home. In addition to having a microwave around her head capable of frying her brain.
She nodded, which led the young man to smile and take out his own data slate. After pressing some commands the data slate of her vibrated. She had grown accustomed to using it, it was like a classic iPad, it showed the announcement and she accepted the request of alliance that appeared on her slate.
"Your name is... Asuna. Nice to meet you. "
She nodded and after saving her own data slate she walked away from the crowd.
[X]
The piece of bread was hard, designed to last for months without rotting. Just biting it resulted in a long and tired process. Even if she immersed it in water or milk, the engineering after the manufacture of this simple piece of bread would make it capable of even withstanding the rain. Even so, the taste was as simple as drinking water.
Still it was better than eating Soylens Viridians. While those had some flavor, she could not eat them again after seeing some servitors collecting waste and even dead animals to make them. Some players even said that it was also made of human corpses from the low world of the hive. She did not believed it so much, maybe just a story, however she does not want to believe it.
She bit the hard bread again struggling to tear off a piece. In front of her was food and drink, but she did not deign to touch them. Imperial players had fun while dancing and enjoying a party that the commissars had suggested to lift morale. But she felt oblivious to this whole celebration.
"Enjoying dinner?" She heard a familiar voice again, when she turned around she found the crusader who had invited her to her clan, even if he had spoken to her in a joking tone, she ignored it.
"I didn't come here to eat delicious things." She mentioned before returning to the process of tearing a piece of bread.
"You may be right, but after all we will soon fight in a battle in which we could die. Sitting down to wait for that death in such a miserable way will not be good or moral. "The crusader took a metal box from his bag and handed it to her. "Take it, Commissar Rations. It's good to eat a good dinner before each battle." He said as he pulled out a similar box and pressed a button to open it. Inside was a segmented food plate with different portions of food. Meat in a large space, steamed vegetables, spaghetti and sauce. There was even a thermo with recaf inside.
For a moment she wanted to return the box, but the growl of her stomach prevented it. She imitated the young man and opened the box, inside were pieces of fish and shrimp, rice and a fruit salad. The thermo also had a sweet and pleasant-tasting juice. When she tried the shrimp, she couldn't help but go for another and another and another. In a matter of minutes she had been so focused on the food that it had run out. She might feel a little sorry, but it was the first time in a long time since she had tried something she could taste so good even if these were military rations.
The crusader smiled when he saw her. "They are somewhat expensive but really worth it. The soylens are somewhat tasteless but sometimes they are useful when we are in wild land. You can also hunt, but you need to invest points in the kitchen to be able to give them good seasoning. "
She finished with each serving and finished all the juice inside the thermo. "It's not like I'm accepting my death. Still, thanks for the food."
She left, at no time had the hood removed, just left that place, the parties before the war. It didn't feel good there, it felt like a last supper for a prisoner on death row. That was the first reason she had decided to eat that bread and not the meat she had collected a few days ago. And that young man had shared his food with her, it seemed unfair to some extent, but not useless at all. That crusader was now her ally, for that reason she had to support him.
"What was his name anyway?" She asked herself. "Trevor or something?"
[X]
A shot flew at the speed of light as it vaporized the head of a deer. It takes good aim to hunt with a long-lass, the laser discharge would tear apart and burn the whole animal if it hit in the body. That is why it was always best to aim at the head. Sinon hung the rifle on her shoulder and got down from the tree to go for the prey she had caught. Two other guards did the same and stood behind her with their long-lass rifles also on her shoulder.
"Nice shot" said one of them. "A clean shot a hundred meters through thick foliage. We have been improving."
"More well alone Sinon has been." Said the guy next to her. "You still don't know how to kill a wild boar without cutting it in half.
"Shut up, that was only once."
"And the other times we ended up with burnt boar remains scattered all over the place, which attracted several wolves and we couldn't get down from the trees until kill them all."
"T-that was just a mistake. I was just trying and not wanting to press the trigger!" She tried to argue but the boy just laughed harder. Which made her more angry.
"Enough." Sinon said calmly. "Butch it, you know the process. I must know how the others are going." She walked away and pulled out her vox-transmitter, after a few minutes of decoding she finally adjusted the needed channel.
"Arrow one, Arrow two and three, confirm position and status. "
"This is Arrow Two, we have two deer ready to skin."
"This is Arrow Three, a fallen wild boar."
The six NPCs responded, even if it was differently she knew they were only AIs with an advanced level of intelligence, in a way they felt like real people, but there were patterns that distinguished them from any real person. One of these was the level of intelligence, the NPCs would be dense and somewhat monotonous as they were low-level, but as you found or raised them they began to act on their own and even improve themselves to some extent within the parameters of their levels.
The NPCs that were now training were level 14, the two players next to her would serve as a command squad, another member of her clan had stayed in the camp with the others to manage the flow of reports of the patrols on purpose as Another way to train them.
She could hardly believe she could be commanding almost half of her clan's guards, but she wondered if it was okay to focus them on being scouts. Of course, it was necessary to train them, but too many snipers gave instability to the balance of the formations, there would not be enough for a line of fire.
Even so she had to continue. Something told her they would need those snipers soon. Trevor had been insisting on a force of scouts to counter the Kobul and their traps. However, she knew that training NPC would take time. Maybe she could get specialized troops, but that cost experience points, something that none of them had the luxury of wasting so lightly.
How long had she been here? It was almost a year old and it still didn't seem close. The food was beginning to be scarce as well as the resources. Everything they had hunted would only serve for a few days before having to hunt again.
She felt her hand, she was trembling. "Not again." She muttered as she tried to calm down. It kept happening, every time she shot couldn't help being so nervous. Sinon did not understand why, but in this game she could not use a solid ammunition weapon without paralyzing. The trauma for that day was still on her mind. Here was so different from GGO, and the only weapons that could give her some comfort were those of energy like laser rifles, but she still couldn't shake her fear.
That's why she had spent everything she had on a long-lass rifle and tried to survive with it. At least until she found Luck and the others, they had helped her a lot, so she felt should pay them.
"We're done!" Shouted one of her teammates.
"Silence." She said. "Don't give your position to everyone, idiot."
These two, Amy and Freek, brothers. According to their versions they had bought the game and both had decided to share it. A pair of ratlings without many scruples. They were annoying, but very good shooters. Except when they were together, of course.
"Take things and take them to the camp." Sinon ordered. "I'll catch up later, pick up everything, we'll leave in an hour."
[X]
Eight hundred mortars lined up ready to fire along with the heavy weapons squadrons that had been called. They had cost too expensive but the advantage of using heavy weapons equipment was their mobility over artillery batteries. After all, no one had even been able to get a basilisk.
"We will take the exploration teams to the front, the heavy infantry behind them will take care of ending any hostile they find and mark. Mortars will be your shields. Once we finish with their ambushes we will send the sentinels to take their city. The sentinels will be accompanied by the other equipment left to surround the city and prevent anything from escaping while the mortars move to reposition themselves here." The man pointed over the map. "We will bomb them with saturation fire for three hours, after that we will go look for the boss and our exit ticket from this rock."
The leaders nodded to this plan, Smit Keele, one who said being a veteran of the French army had outlined this plan. His clan, guillotines of the dawn, had been famous in numerous confrontations with enemies and consequently in recent plans that involved countermeasures against the Kobols and their annoying ambushes.
"Remember." Continued Smit. "We will not be totally sure that the boss has died in the bombing. Most likely they have hideouts to cover, since this is their largest city, you are unlikely to try to escape underground. Remember, under no circumstances are any single player allowed to face the boss alone. If possible I would like to be able to finish it among all of us. However, keep in mind that you are risking your lives in this. This is no longer a game."
The tense atmosphere seemed to freeze, this was a sign that everyone understood what was happening.
"We must keep covered mortars, how many teams of heavy stubbers can be borrowed?"
"Just two hundred." Smit said . "And I will need a hundred of them to ride them on a safe passage line once inside the city. We can divide the specialists to keep the mortars covered. Unfortunately I cannot lend to the enginseers , they are vital for the sentinels . But I can leave some Astartes with the mortars. "
"We need the Astartes. We do not know how dangerous the Xenos can be once cornered. How about leaving squadrons with heavy stubbers behind? It really is the only thing we have left."
"Their firepower would be just a tickle if they attack us with their beasts. Leave me at least one squad of Sororitas."
"Five squads is the least I can lend. All the others will be in the first wave accompanying the Astartes."A sororita said.
"How many troops do we have in total?" Asked one of the officers.
Keele fixed his gaze on the table, for a few seconds he said nothing.
"... thirty-six thousand ... "
And nobody else did.
Thirty -six thousand, against one hundred thousand. Even if they were fighting a primitive species they could not assure it would be a victory. They knew what these Xenos were capable of, even with technology on their side, they couldn't be calm.
It was understandable to some extent. After all, not all imperial players had answered the call. Many had preferred to stay behind, waiting in the hive city where they felt more secure. Weak, in body and mind. Although after all, who could blame them? Death would be hovering on this battlefield. After all, it was said that there were approximately one hundred thousand imperial players.
"Good luck to all." Keele spoke . "And remember, the emperor protects." He said it more by raising morale, although religion was an empty subject for many, at this time they needed somehow to lift morale. Even if few understood it, they needed it. And everyone else responded.
"Ave imperator."
[X]
The golden statue of the god-emperor rested in the central area of the cathedral. An immense temple created to worship the imperial cult and show the power of the Ministorium.
It was known that players came and went, visiting this place and even getting to leave their prayers here. Religion was little, after all, the devotees of the God-emperor told their companions that it was the emperor himself who had created numerous religions around the real world.
Whether this is true or not, there were those who needed a guide, a support, some hope. It was natural, as human beings to seek the guidance of a superior being in times of distress was part of the human psyche. A quiet life would be enough to make them forget about faith, but the crisis would remind them.
And so there were players who, standing in front of the statue of the emperor or his saints, left their prayers and prayed for strength, gratitude, piety or liberation. For some, just praying would be useless, but for those who had endured so much it was a different story. Even more if they were about to face death.
Among them and at the same time away, a player also pay tribute to the emperor. His shield on his back and leaning with his sword, only one of his knees was resting on the ground while looking at the image of a saint of the Adepta Sororitas. A wall-sized paint. A beautiful woman with silver hair spread her wings over those she protected from hellish daemons trying to devour her. With a smile she looked at the innocent while her wings on fire tried to be devoured by daemons.
"I treat the path of righteousness. Though it be paved with broken glass I will walk it barefoot; though I cross rivers of fire, I will pass over them; though it wanders wide, the light of the emperor guides my steps."
Trevor recited the words he had read so many times. The ecclesiarcal sermons were able to fill one with strength in times of distress. In times like this, he had to find a way to avoid thinking about the death that came for him and for everyone.
He had been at that meeting with leaders of more high level. He hadn't interfered much, just providing information on key factors. However, after the discussions it was obvious that things were not going well.
Only a few players really knew about tactics and military experience in real life. Which was useful, however, this experience could not be shared among all players, few knew about the lore and few knew what to do.
Of course, not everything was lost, some knew about close combat, maybe partly supported by other games like SAO or ALO. But they were too generic or unreal to handle a real melee. Many had to be trained just to use bayonets.
In short, they were newbies in this. Which meant that once the shots began to fly then things could get out of control even before taking a decisive blow to the enemy. Allied fire, trauma for constant bombing and even death. He was sure that more than one would die tomorrow, he just hoped that none of his teammates were in that number.
Steps were heard behind him, power armor's combat boots. When he turned around, he realized that it was a sororita, her orange hair reminded him of her name.
"Asuna?"
She nodded, smiled a little. Despite her melancholic face this looked refreshing in her. Her silver armor shone in the candlelight. Trevor wondered why she hadn't changed the color of her hair, she hadn't even cut it. She had picked it up with tweezers with tufts falling in front of her ears. But the Fleur de Liz's tattoo was still on her cheek.
"Trevor… it's been a while. How have you been?"
He could not say that he was good, not with a battle and a very possible death in a miserable place. But he couldn't lie to her either and say there was no problem. He felt that her question was more a greeting, a way of looking for a conversation.
"To be honest. I can't act as if everything was great. After all, tomorrow we will march to war. It is natural that we are all nervous. "
" Yes, about that..." Asuna said as she looked into his eyes. "I would like to ask you a favor. I would like you to train me, to tell me how I should do things…"
Trevor saw her uncomfortably. "Asuna… we talked about it a few days ago. You don't need to risk your life in this. Many Sororitas refused to participate, I can understand them. But what you ask me is to train you in something that could end up killing you."
"I know, but still. I can no longer stay being protected and treated like a porcelain piece just to be preserved and observed. I don't want to be a doll anymore."
"Do you understand that if you sign they will send you to the forefront of the attack, right?"
"yes."
"And yet you are willing to accept it. In the vanguard you will receive the full weight of the attack, they will send you to kill the enemy to be able to give the step to others. You will not be able to go back, much less run. Because if you do, those who go after you will die. "
"I get it. Even so, I want to move on. "
Trevor sighed. "Imperatoris sacrum. Et orate pro anima sua."
Asuna blinked. "Do you speak Latin?"
"High Gothic... yes, a form of Latin."
She smiled. "Tum autem, magister"
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"Let's see, what kind of weapons you carry." Trevor said. Now they were outdoors, just outside the hive city. A shooting range used by his clan. In the distance they saw white charred wood.
She took out the weapons she carried in her person. A combat shotgun model Arbiter III lawbringer. A low quality flamethrower gun and a steel sword designed to stab.
"Both are basic weapons, but it really intrigues me that you haven't got a better weapon. You said you were at level 14, didn't you? "
"I think so, I really don't understand this system much. Cardinal was simple, here the way to level up is somewhat complex." Asuna said.
"Here when you level up you unlock skills and specializations that you can choose and improve on your own by training them. In the same way you can level up only by training, but it is a long process and which requires patience. The advantage is that it is more secure." Continued Trevor. "However, to do this you must spend your Mastery points sharing them with what you do. For example, the points you get when hunting may increase more favorably in some tracking skill. "
Asuna tried to understand everything he had said, but she couldn't be sure, SAO and ALO were the only games she knew. Places of fantasy and adventure. Warhammer, on the other hand, was only darkness and misery, a constant struggle to survive.
"Try to hit something with that shotgun." Trevor said. "Take your time and do it as you usually would . This will be to evaluate you."
Asuna nodded and pointed to one of the targets more nearby. It had already been used, a dummy of metal burned and worn by its constant use. She fired, the recoil of the weapon was considerably softened by the strength of her armor. The mannequin received a new brand in one of its arms. A second shot hit it in the belly. Leaving more dents.
She pointed to another target, one further away. The shot was completely off and the second barely touched the leg.
"Ok, that's enough." Trevor said. "Your aim is very bad, even with a shotgun. I would recommend that you train more on it, but we have very little time. So let's move on to the following." He said as he drew his sword and raised his shield. "Let's see how you are doing in close combat."
Asuna withdrew her weapons and with enthusiasm unsheathed her sword. Her sword was thin, a rapier, a steel blade that had been improved, its cut or its resistance, Trevor did not know but did not expect to find out once wounded.
She didn't wait for his indication. Like an arrow launched against Trevor in an attempt to stab his shoulder. Her confidence increased when she took her sword, she had been considered one of the best in SAO and ALO. Part of the tournaments she had won was testimony to that. And her addiction to the sword kept her from holding back, if she had wanted to avoid hurting her trainer, it was already late.
But nevertheless, her sword met a shield, which with a twist and a certain Angle moved the sword to the side. Trevor took a turn, the centrifugal force began at his feet and ended in his right arm, straight to his sword. This led her to take a deadly turn, the edge of the blade was straight for her. Only the skill gained from her previous experience allowed her to return it to avoid the blow. Even so, the blade of her sword was thin, not designed to block, and against Trevor's sword, which was thick and hard, she felt her hands tremble from the impact.
Moving his legs Trevor attacked again using his shield like a mace to hit. A strong clank was heard caused by the armor and shield collision that wobbled Asuna .
"This is not SAO." Trevor said. "Do not expect a light or some kind of special attack to arise just by swinging your sword from side to side. This is real, every hit has an action and reaction. You hoped you could knock me down with that lunge, right? Don't expect the system to do the work for you."
Trevor carried his sword high and low against Asuna. In a desperate attempt she raised her arms, she knew her sword would break. But the blade of his opponent did not cut it, instead, it was contained by the armor of the forearms of her armor. She pushed hard overcoming Trevor's onslaught. This was repelled by not being able to win against a power armor.
She attacked again, trying to encircle his shield which moved from side to side covering every angle that could cause her any harm. Trevor's defense was impeccable, every time she tried to hit he put on his shield, every time she tried to make a feint, he stayed like a rock using the sword as a defense as well.
"Use your armor." Trevor said. "You don't use a power armor for anything. You have greater advantage over several other players. Try using your head."
She nodded, paused for a moment and then kicked Trevor's shield hard. The force of the kick driven by the armor's servos drove him back. It was clear that the coup had not been done with mastery, but still had left a dent on the shield.
"Good." Trevor spoke with shortness of breath. "A sororita is one of the strongest warriors in the Imperium. Only surpassed by the Skitarii and space marines. Remember that."
She nodded again and pounced on Trevor again. The force of her armor allowed her to strike a powerful lunge against the tower shield, but he did the same thing he had done the first time. Waiting for the same bow and the same attack, she prepared to kick him once he turned around, there, she threw her heavy boot against Trevor being sure she would knock him down.
But nevertheless, Trevor did not repeat the attack, instead, he made a slight feint and returned his shield to its place. Asuna still doesn't care, she did let go her leg knowing that she could knock him down with her strength.
But something she didn't expect happened, Trevor forcefully lowered the shield that had a point under it sinking it into the ground and held it with his shoulder. The kick hit the shield fully, abolishing it and making the metal creak. But Trevor did not stop, as a phalanx of Spartans contained the attack with his shoulder causing even his feet to recede a few centimeters.
"I guess I won't have to teach you how to fight in melee." Trevor said withdrawing his weapons.
Asuna smiled and did the same. "you are very good. How did you learn to fight like this? Were you an SAO player?"
"No, but I have fought against numerous enemies in this world. It has been a different situation, but not far from yours."
"I haven't done much of that. Mastery points and training have allowed me to level up. I've hunted beasts and monsters, but I never went for bandits or heretics." She said when she showed a melancholy smile. "Well, I went once for an alleged murderer who was guilty of killing at least a dozen people. I kept track of him for a while, until I finally found him... but when I had him cornered he fought with nails and teeth. He swore he preferred to die rather than face arbitrators. It was a tough fight... for me it was. He manage to knock me down, and when he was about to stab me with a dagger, I hit him. I did it for pure instinct, my intention was only push him away..." Her voice began to crack, as if trying to contain the blame carrying inside. "…H-he hit a wall, the blow sent him more than two meters flying. I had thought he had hit his head... until I saw him... h-his temple... he had a ... a hole. That is where I had hit him…"
Her hands were shaking, it wasn't too much, but even so, he couldn't deny the fact that this experience had left her marked. "Excuse me ..." she said as she tried to control herself. "I didn't want to show you this side of me..."
"I've done it too." Trevor said interrupting Asuna who had remained silent.
"He was a murderer ... a possible heretic and Cultist who was gathering sacrifices." He looked into the distance as he spoke. Remembering it as if it had only been a few days ago. "The bastard carried a newborn. He was trying to take it underground, to the underhive . One of my comrades was with me. We cornered him, we had him right where we wanted…" He pressed his fists until his fingers were white. "But we made a mistake, we forgot that this was not a game… I take out a dagger… I was about to stab the baby by threatening to do it if we didn't let him escape. By some miracle he turned around, he was less than two meters away from me... I didn't think about it... I pounced towards the guy... At first I thought he would kill the infant, but he didn't. Just before my sword stuck in his chest he turned around, he didn't have time to react anymore."
Trevor took her hand to the golden Aquila hanging from his chest, his fingers grasping tightly. "But he didn't die there... no... the damn bastard didn't give up. He was trying to nail the dagger even if his strength was already a non-existent case... I handed to my gun... and shoot him... right in the face. His right eye burst through the fire at close range and half of his skull came off. It was fast, the difference is that you made it less painful."
Asuna has remained silent for a moment, trying to digest the words of Trevor. "I don't know if you tried to make me feel better saying that. But the truth is I still feel bad."
"At least you're not trembling anymore." Trevor replied. Asuna realized that her hands were no longer shaking, she was tense, but it was bearable.
"I guess you're right," she said smiling slightly. "So ... do you think I will survive?"
Trevor did not speak for a while, instead he walked to his backpack that hung from a tree. After checking it for a moment, he toke out a weapon from it. It was a gun, big, bulky. The cannon was massively large to belong to any personal weapon you'd find in the real world.
Trevor returned with it to her. "With your gear? Of course not." He said as he presented the weapon to her. "A Ceres pattern bolt pistol. It's .75 caliber and probably the only one you'll find in this world."
She hesitated a little, she wasn't sure how to use it, but Trevor insisted. When she held it, she noticed how light it was to use it with her armor." Are you sure? Wouldn't it be better with you?" She asked again.
"Bah, my class doesn't allow me more than las-guns. Take it, it will be better for you, you don't have to aim so far if you use it next to your sword, in addition, with the helmet of your armor you can use it better."
"Thank you, I suppose." she said.
"Oh, take this too." Trevor handed her four more magazines of bolter rounds. "Use them well."
"What do I do if I run out of ammo?" She asked.
Trevor turned around. "What anyone would do, continue. Even if your ammo runs out use it to pound your enemy, even if your sword is split use your fists to break through and even if your arms perish use your teeth until they are broken. And even when all that is reduced if at least a part of your body can move, use it to fight. "
"Is it so necessary to go that far?" Asuna asked again.
"it is. Because on the battlefield, the enemy is willing to do the same."
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War was a bloody, brutal, hopeless thing. Battles always left dead, no matter how you saw it, there were always losers in wars.
But the absolute law of war was that there were simply no rules.
No matter what method you use, the goal is and always would be to eliminate your enemy.
The mortars opened fire early in the morning. Eight hundred mortars fired, each drawing arcs in the sky with their standard fragmentation shells.
The ruined city was huge. According to local history, Stomouch had been a great city founded more than three thousand years ago. But it had been destroyed by a small attack by Orks who had come here in some strange way.
The orks had been defeated and all traces of spores green skin burnt. Some players had discovered this and spread rumors of wild Orks hovering around the wilderness.
Buildings were reduced to dust, fire in the streets consumed them all. The bombing, despite being with light mortars, turned an already abandoned place into a ruined city, nothing more than a pile of rubble.
Anyone would think that an assault in the city would no longer be necessary, this was simply more than necessary. Hundreds of mortar shells exploding in the air and filling the streets with shrapnel. More than one could not help feeling relieved to think that this would be extremely easy.
A saturation bombardment could last for hours in the real world. But in the sinister future, it was known that they could last for days, months, or even years ...
However, this was not the case here. After all, this world did not have so many resources to fuel the growing imperial fire. Only three hours were Allowed for the time of mortar fire. After all, they needed to cover the Allied forces in case they encountered heavy resistance or needed to eliminate a Kobul burrowed. It was similar to the operations used in Vietnam decades ago.
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Myriem had spent these last days considering her bad luck.
She had chosen the heavy infantry class. Particularly the sub class of specialists. This one in particular was different from the standard because they could use heavy weapons that usually had to be deployed and redeployed each time they made some maneuver. Myriem's squad loaded with a heavy machine gun with 20mm rounds. There were three, one carried and fired the heavy weapon, while another fed it with ammunition. She was in charge of commanding them and offering coverage if necessary. While the gunner was a juicy target for the enemy, the charger would be too. She had to protect the rearguard and eliminate hostile targets that would try to surround them.
She wondered where her group would be right now. There were only nine, with about twelve NPCs in total. Most were middle infantry and apart from it there was only another heavy weapons team, and this was behind them in the artillery lines with their mortars.
Despite possessing the heavy infantry class, Myriem and her team wore a standard Flak armor. It was made of some very low quality plastic material, she supposed it should be ceramic with some iron plate underneath. Very few had obtained a ceramite armor, possibly the commanders of the highest rank, even the weapons were already very rare to obtain.
She checked the ammunition in her autogun. It was from a local pattern, she had bought it because it was better than having her old stubber and she had no longer enough for a laser rifle. As the latter had risen exponentially in price because several were resold by players who had found them first. She had heard of autoguns similar to coilguns with a projectile speed even better than a las-gun. Hers was a simple one, with lead ammunition and solid powder charge that gave it a better power somewhat greater than a common real-world rifle.
The real world.
She shook those ideas from her head. Yes, she missed her family and her parents. She wanted more than anything to return with them. But she also had to consider that right now they were attacking a city that could well remain full of enemies.
Mike, one of her NPCs and her squad's gunner, had finally reached the room she had secured a few minutes ago. It was one of the few buildings that remained standing, at least in part, but the third floor was still relatively intact. It was a good place to place a machine gun to cut off the enemy and at the same time offer cover fire.
She saw the street, almost cleared by the continuous bombing. Imperial guards followed multiple giants in armor. The legendary Astartes. Although most were explorers, they were still fearsome warriors. Near them were sisters of battle, cleaning the way with heavy machine guns of similar caliber similar to hers. Most of the scout Astartes carried huge shotguns which she was sure could not lift.
The Astartes entered the rooms still intact to clean them of any kobul that was still alive. The idea of the bombing seemed to have worked, as several hidden kobul for their ambushes had died thanks to the explosions and those that remained were too isolated to offer resistance.
An Astartes shot at one of the creatures that moved towards the street trying to escape. The thick caliber cartridge shattered its torso spreading its pieces around.
A Sororitas stabbed another with her sword letting the armor block the stone spear. This fell to the ground moaning in pain, the same blade of the sword pierced its heart and with this terminated its life.
With what was seen down there, Myriem could finally see the creatures. They were ugly, bodies as tall as those of a child, but their faces reminded him of those of a rabid dog. Their fur were reddish with various tribal paintings. They wore armor, probably leather.
She noticed how three of those beasts came out of the ruins of a house, behind the spearhead and right next to a squad of imperial guards. These instead were different. They carried bronze armor and in their hands masses with metal balls on the tips of wooden stick.
She thought about leaving it to the guards, after all they had already seen them and were shooting at them. One of the kobuls fell to the ground bleeding from the numerous bullets in his body. The other two charged in an attempt to avenge their fallen comrade.
It was funny, these creatures were primitive. They would die, because there was no need to think that a firearm could beat a caveman.
But that idea was shattered in moments. Like the explosion she heard at that time.
It was sideways, but she was sure that the kobul had gotten too close to the imperial guard and after hitting it with its mass it had exploded. And with the explosion it had taken the imperial guard in a suicide attack. Meat and guts covered a woman who had been nearby. Her skin was covered with the blood of her ally and she was screaming while trying to get pieces of bone off her.
Mike opened fire, killing two other creatures heading for another of the semi-destroyed alleys. Bullets of thick caliber literally split them into pieces. The viscera flew everywhere as well as the limbs. She aimed and fired, another kobul had fallen, one that had left the side of its position behind a destroyed house. The heavy stubber couldn't cover such an open angle, so it was better for her to handle it.
She pulled out and threw a grenade at the same place from which it came the kobul. She knew could be wasting grenades, but it was better to make sure there were no more surprises. The action was worth it as hearing howls of death from behind the building proving they had died.
"Squad T24 to leaders squads." She said on her vox-transmitter. "Hostile presence on the sides, they remain hidden. I suggest take care of your backs and secure the areas where they are close even if you have to slow down the assault."
Several approval responses returned. And several explosives were thrown into possible hiding places of the enemy. Several kobul were killed in this way, many of them actually carrying explosives.
Mike opened fire with the heavy stubber. Heavy rounds went through more kobul and ended up with one of their beasts. This was a Morgel, animal similar to a buffalo but with an elongated muzzle and full of fangs as well as six limbs that made it from its legs. The plates of his body were shells that they created naturally. She had seen how it was able to withstand the fire of las-guns. But against a heavy stubber it shredded it like paper.
The shells tore the beast, also killing the kobul that took refuge behind it. Mike stopped firing to allow Peit to reload the weapon. He removed the empty drum and introduced a new one with a load of fifty shots.
"T24 squad. Redeploy two hundred meters ahead." The commander announced by vox.
"Understood." She replied.
She hated that, repositioning. It was dangerous because with a heavy weapon they became slow. At least she was grateful that there were still allies around if there were any kobul left behind.
They passed through the ruins of a cabin. The rubble of rockrete scattered everywhere made their gait even slower. She noticed how her squad was moving a little away from the assault group. She supposed they should go back, it was dangerous here.
Her thoughts were interrupted, by an explosion she hear behind her.
And when she turned around she only knew what that meant.
Mike was there, or rather what was left. A kobul had hit him with a full explosive mass in his face. Meat, bones and viscera had flown everywhere. There was also something else there. A morgel, who was chewing on her other NPC who was obviously lifeless among its jaws.
Myriem fired, killing a pair of kobuls that approached her with rusty axes. Another more came by her side, carrying a stone tipped spear. The sharp rock was directed towards her chest, but the armor had managed to deflect the attack. She emptied the half load she had left, turning it into a strainer.
She quickly took out the magazine and tried to insert a new one. She had to hurry, there could be more of those bastards nearby. She didn't regret for her NPCs, if they were players, she would certainly be disturbed, but the fact that these were just simple AI's of the game, she knew she could simply recruit others. But still she had to kill the morgel if she wanted to get out of here alive.
She felt a stabbing pain in her belly. And when she looked, noticed with horror how an arrowhead pierced her stomach, right in one of the grooves of her armor.
She turned to see her attacker, it was a kobul , but this one wore a different outfit. A set of leather armor with cooked metal plates. In on his hands a kind of crossbow created with what looked like scrap metal.
But that was not the only thing different from that kobul.
It was bigger, it reached two meters high. She had been informed of this subspecies but they doubted they would find them so soon. The crossbow it carried was huge, just like the arrow that looked more like a spear. The kobul pulled a spear from its quiver and reloaded its crossbow.
She ran. Terrified, she screamed for help waiting for some ally to help her. But when two imperial guards were attracted by the noise, one of them was hit by the spear, the projectile had shattered his face taking away the body with tremendous force. The other guard raised his autogun and fired, but the rounds didn't seem to stop the kobul.
The monster pulled a huge ax from behind his back and with a movement of his arm split the guard in two. Half of his body flew and when this fell he was caught by the morgel that came behind to get fed up with his flesh.
The great kobul looked at that guard who was running trying to get away from him. Reloaded a new spear and aimed.
Myriem ran, ran with all her might. She had seen the spear go inches from her and kill that guard who had heard her, she didn't know if they were players, she didn't care. She only knew she had to escape from there. She knew that if they didn't make it, she would end up dead in a miserable and tragic way. Her tears fell to the floor behind her, she didn't understand all this. Why did this have to happen? Why did they have to die in a damn death game? She just wanted to go home, hug her mother and her brother. See her father working in the workshop. She just wanted to have a calm and normal life again, a life where she didn't have to escape death.
She screamed. She screamed for her curse, for her family. She cursed Kayaba, she cursed him with every drop of her soul.
Definitely. This day was definitely a day of bad luck.
A spear pierced the neck of Myriem killing her instantly. Her screams stopped dead.
The huge kobul stood proudly before its new victim. This one was a hunter, something that would be considered a noble in his race. It had killed hundreds of prey and was sure that would find many more in this battle, after all, they had prepared a surprise for these humans.
A sound was heard, like a thick dry branch as it split. This was followed by another, then another and other more. Dozens of laser fire discharges bathed it, lasbolts capable of blowing a limb or bursting the torso of an adult man. Even if its body was resistant, this was not immune.
The power of the laser rifle was something to take into account. At a low level, they would make a hole in a person's body by burning internal organs and causing extremely painful internal burns. A head shot was lethal, even if the size of the hole was that of a thumb, the brain would instantly boil. But at a high level it could cut off a leg of an adult man or vaporize his chest if he didn't wear proper armor.
But that was not what gave it its effectiveness.
While it was a powerful anti-personnel weapon, counting the many enemies of man in the galaxy would not be enough. An Ork could withstand several shots before this died, a space marine wouldn't even flinch under the fire of a squad of las-rifles.
No, what it was about fearing a las-rifle was its effectiveness when used in mass. Line after line of imperial guards pointing, the energy accumulating through all those volleys. With enough las-rifles, even an Astartes could die.
And in front of the great kobul, this firepower of dozens of laser rifles was simply overkill. Its blood boiled instantly, its organs exploded inside and its skin became a piece of charred meat.
Its body fell to its knees, the flames consumed the fat in its muscles. A short time later the same volleys of laser fire incinerated the morgel whose animal instinct yelled at it to escape.
A kobul saw all this and could not help but leaving his explosive mass to escape the enemy. But a sword was waiting for it. She pierced its belly from side to side.
The kobul looked up, to see who had taken its life. And met the face of a commissar, her gaze full of hatred and disgust for the same creature which had pierced with her sword.
"Damned Xeno." She said, raising a las-pistol and finishing it skull.
"Good hit, Commissar." She heard the young man's familiar voice.
"Klein." She began. "Take an NPC squad and secure the flanks. It doesn't matter if you waste grenades, but clear up with all possible hiding places."
He obeyed, and took ten guards who went with him. Mary turned to see her group. They were a clan of fourteen, and had more than sixty NPCs, including those that had been carried out. She had ordered them to move forward together, but not too much to be eliminated by mass fire. The kobul were weak, but their tactics earned them some imperial deaths.
That's right, she had learned it badly. They had lost a full squad with a player for the reason of underestimating the greater kobuls that used to be well protected for several lesser and smaller kobul.
That is why they had preferred to slow down to sweep the zones. She wished they had flamethrowers.
An explosion, probably from a grenade, came out of what was left of an alley. And at the same time several dozen kobul escaping. Her men saw them and opened fire in orderly and disciplined shots, just as she had taught them. Another explosion was heard and more dozens of kobuls had been discovered by Klein.
She really wanted to have some flamethrowers.
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Guess who is back.
I'd already considered in finishing this chapter. I had been working on it in little intervals and as seeing how it was almost 10k words then I decided to finish it and translate it.
Things have been moved here. I'm currently taking lessons on enginery and have little time. But I have spared some to keep writhing. There is also the reason of keep looking for a job. Things are pretty rough here at Mexico. Violence, and corruption, the normal things…
Anyway, after this I will go back to NWNG. I'm still thinking on uploading the experiences of Albedo inside the warp. As I said, things get very crazy with Slaanesh and I'm sure Albedo may end enjoying them at some point.
As some may have already read my one shot of rising of the lord inquisitor. I'm currently I'm already working on a full chapter. Still it is not a full project and even if ends like that, I don't plan on making it long.
Ok, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Put some reviews to tell me what do you think.