The Inquisitor
Chapter XV
Shrapnel hissed past my face as an earth shattering strike struck well off to the side. My heart pounded as I pressed against the ground using elbow, legs and every sane thought process to not turn around towards relative safety. Heavy bolter fire hissed overhead as I caught glimpses of hot white ammunition being sent to cover past towards the far side of no man's land. Dust constantly obstructed sight frequently inhibiting sight, yet I resisted trying to swipe it away. Not even an hour we'd made it three quarters through a battlefield but much to utter bewildered, not one man without mistake was lost due from years of excelled familiarity in navigating, or surviving war.
The Kriegers were too damned good in concealing their figures as most had not once remotely slowed down to cover so much ground. I only managed to keep up despite being blinded due to one korpsmen lightly tapping my shoulder to move left, or right while keeping pace. He'd been assigned to guide me alive, or relatively without question and never once made a sound save for shuffling of limbs. I panted heavily feeling sweat pool down to sting both eyes which desperately wanted to close, I resisted out of sheer willing desire since not once did a Krieger seemingly panic. Yet he probed me partially by a bayonet ever so knowingly, if I had to move quicker when I'd gotten too complacent.
Fecking insane! I growled internally once hearing descending shells scream overheard to rattle my entire jaw easily. I looked over panting to see a bone white mask staring simply as a korpsmen gestured to move slightly off to the right. Without preamble to think I obeyed instantly just to slide underneath metallic blockers meant for armor, or vehicle hindrances as an artillery strike slammed behind us. Yet unfortunately it'd been mangled beyond belief, "Should I ask how close that got?" I hissed to a white masked grenadier who shook his head easily in response.
I bit down screams which wanted to unleash frustration, anger and sheer madness because I chose to do this course. Stupid, stupid, stupid fecking genius! The greatcoat merged within darkness and terrain as a gloved hand lightly pulled me towards a distant lesser light. Both elbows burned undeniably numbed after hundreds of yards utilizing untested limbs, throne alone I strained to even muster will to ignore it yet psychic dampening made pain nonexistent. But we hadn't been killed since these men were expertly at ease, they hadn't so much been deterred by going around their routes.
My face grew lividly once he shoved me abruptly without warning! All of this was making me clenching teeth hard when I rolled into murky oil, or water which built up between two large craters. I shivered when it's cool temperature indicated how boiling my adrenaline and flesh seemingly had gotten. Not one second later a massive explosion destroyed where we'd been initially behind that small metallic blocker all too unluckily. There were hundreds of shells reigning down at random, I doubted anyone saw us because some were so far off it'd been just nerve wracking at this point and I hated every fecking second of it.
Throne, I can't even believe this is just the start of it! I warily realized when my guide pointed towards to where dozens of shells had struck underneath flashes of white and yellow. The stream oozed upwards when bypassing hundreds of fragmented metal, it'd been giving off an eerie feeling death was but a stroke away. Seemingly heavy weapons teams unleashed thousands of rounds to suppress distant trenches as hissing and whizzing shots veering off slammed towards an unseen metallic block of mangled obstructions. The ear splintering clangs were followed by sporadic twangs of ricochets rather commonly it seemed.
Barb wiring stretching endlessly loomed above when I realized we'd almost gotten to our intended objective. Thank the Emperor, I'm probably going to count your blessings if I survive today! I vowed gratefully to look towards a guide who pointed towards the side. I blinked struggling to see almost entirely thirty, or the whole detachment on pace as well. I smiled tiredly to give him a thumbs up indicating thankfulness, I saw him nod once to have me follow as we seemingly angled to run parallel to the barriers above.
Another intensive artillery barrage increased overhead yet I only saw behind intense flashes with near constant thundering tremors. I took a moment to understand the Krieger probably gauged another barrage, if we'd lingered I'd image nothing would be left to make us recognizable. They make it seem too easy when I can't even tell what's what, throne I'm so fecking glad I know how to dampen pain and ignore it! Daemons are one thing to feel half dead, but war is another because if I didn't? I'd be dead, if I weren't a psyker!
We kept low in crawling despite being an arms throw underneath barb-wired fencing yet it took considerable time to find a suitable point of entry. Glancing behind I saw numerous white skull masks staring back wordlessly. Their lenses flashed ominously when artillery struck thundering overhead, or off to our flank. One used a bayonet sharpened point to nudge my leg, I'd been lingering briefly and I nodded once to keep up again with a Krieger guide. Not once had they ever spoken verbally, not even during voice defying explosions or silent respites whenever we had to stop forcefully. They hadn't slowed down making me question, if I hadn't been capable would they have killed me or left me behind naturally?
Did everyone make it through? I psychically questioned softly to my guide who looked back briefly to nod again seemingly unperturbed. That knowledge gave me strength alone to crawl side by side with a korpsmen who found it silently approving. But suddenly his gloved hand reached over to stop me when getting slightly ahead of him. In response I looked over not understanding when he gestured to an innocently gleaming line, I had cold shivers once I followed both ends to dirt covered mounds. Oh throne and by the Emperor's blessings, stupid genius almost walked into a fecking trap!
It was just several inches away from dust covered goggles as I gulped openly. I realized horrified since it'd never spot it. Thank you! I only managed to convey psychically grateful since details started to trickle in knowingly clear. We'd been on point in front of everyone else and it was due to my smaller size to move past heavier bodies. Throne I didn't even notice anything until I'd only watched owlishly to see the Krieger pulled out his mono-knife, I whipped my head to around when another white masked korpsmen worked conjointly to watch them both equally fascinated and terrified, in easing sharpened edges underneath both mounds of dirt.
They must have done signs when a slight pop made an entire wire fall harmlessly. My head dropped while exhaling heavily when a heart beat thunderously among potent anxiety. Two separate gloved hands had just happened to lightly padded each of my shoulders, I reached out psychically sensing an almost knowingly bemused mood. There's an unseen joke I'm not seeing, I know these two aren't being serious. I bet they wanted me on point, if only to get a quiet laugh or maybe teaching me another lesson somewhere!
Shuddering involuntarily I moved slightly behind them corrected to watch for subtle signs as we moved further downward. I kept looking while idly wiping dust, or mud to see gleaming wires which appeared ever clearly. Feck me! I thought amazed to see them work diligently, effectively and did a modest pace of disarming almost two, or maybe three dozen wire traps methodically. Not once did one hesitate, or doubt another as they worked together to harmlessly place anything disposable off to the sides, signs or markers meant to possibly return whenever they'd succeed in assaulting trenches.
As we progressed further I tried shuffling aside to avoid sharpened rocks not wishing to tear elbows. But both Kreigers forcefully ceased any attempt as I froze making my face meet dirt! They weren't gentle, or too rough yet one pointed a glove finger just inches right in front of two widened eyes. Face down I saw an almost seemingly pile of earth rising several inches above me, if I'd been above then nothing seemed amiss. Yet peering close it dawned upon me, "What the...oh, feck!" I hoarsely spoke aloud muffled to see something glinting innocently again.
Looking over to one Krieger's white mask which silently stared back I psychically questioned. Is that a...mine? The lone guide who firmly slid myself back several innocent inches from death, or getting us all killed only nodded once. My head rested upon a forearm to become a refugee to starve off migraines of panic, frustration and absolute madness since it'd been clear after two attempts. I'd get everyone killed, if I didn't pay attention or even expect anything which seemed mundane to be deadly retrofitted to destroy an enemy getting close to home.
Throne, I feel like I'm going to vomit! I psychically told them sickly as one firmly padded my shoulder all too quietly bemused. If anyone ever mentioned to me in passing, or seemed skeptical of these Death Korps not being human? I'd forcefully liquefy their brains because these grenadiers were going to make my heart stop out of sheer paranoia. Warily I witnessed one mono knife expertly tilt onto an angle as another dug underneath slowly, but familiarly to have them press inward. A small hiss of smoke drifted lazily much to my exhausted expression.
Tiredly I took in small instructions to crawl over rocks even when one Krieger gestured to elbows and shook his masked head firmly. Okay I get it, I go forward and live, or move off to die! I chalked it up to move obediently, to pretend nothing was wrong and in rigidly ignoring jagged sensations tearing into cloth, or padding. Every moment I began to despise because I wasn't going to humor, or understand what else these korpsmen did to reach this level of observation and skill? It'd have to madness to get a glimpse in hindsight.
After possibly another dozen, or maybe more incidents I kept myself always half a foot behind both korpsmen at all times. They seemingly found it suitable, if one or another pointed towards several mounds indicating group explosives. For some reason none behind ever nudged me with bayonets given the terrain got rockier as time progressed. It could have been hours, or maybe more when my guide raised a hand partially indicating to cease movement. His bone white mask glanced upwards towards several particular mounds of loose sand, dirt and rock indicating an enemy hadn't been vigilant to fortify every piece apparently. I hadn't bothered looking up at dirt slopes, or risked getting killed.
The two white masked soldiers pulled out tools which folded outwards into a shovel of some design. They warily, if not methodically began tunneling to widen gaps without making noise, or placed piles discretely aside to create an opening beneath wiring. Will that be able to get someone in power armor underneath? I questioned psychically uneasy when noting Alica and Anora hunched over near the very back an entire contingent. Their helms internal cyan lightning standing out ominously with Sigur's brightened green who seemed to be watching the rear. Also not once at all I hadn't heard them, throughout our quiet journey to come within a stone's throw of enemies.
My guide only looked back gauging intensively before looking to his fellow korpsmen as they nodded together. Gesturing towards another white masked korpsmen that crawled upwards began assisting noticeably in sharply tunneling downwards. They worked without complaint, doubt or remotely seemed bothered when I'd pointed that expected presence of those who'd taken incredible risk. A risk to wear such armor on this mission, it'd waste time if they did so. Absently I reached outward feeling only cold resolve, brief hints of amusement and an earnest desire of challenging skill.
It took a fair bit to have them decisively create an opening suitable and unnoticed for the Sororita when they folded their equipment up. The Krieger who'd been summoned went in first with lasgun stowed and knife in hand. I only saw faint wisps of dust from boots as he disappeared over the side, I watched rooted to see half a dozen more be called forth silently in hand gestures. One by one they went forward until it came the guide gestured patiently to have me slide underneath. I checked the hostler where a las-pistol remained secured and brought out the mono knife to shuffle forward. Briefly I looked at him once unsure as he nudged me simply to indicate confidence, I didn't stop to hesitate.
Staring ahead I dug into looser earth to move rapidly underneath wiring and networks of wooden blockades see another mask ahead. This korpsmen assisted when I reached out to have him nimbly get me to crouch down. Vividly I awaited a sign as he pointed ahead where two stood over-watching opposite sides of trenches peering on every end. Several corpses of enemy brown uniformed men were partially hidden as crimson splashes stained their throats. They'd secured a foothold to await reinforcements once I understood. Overhead artillery kept on striking thunderously providing concealment and not alerting anyone in ear shot of alarmed screams.
Off overhead auto-cannon placements roared furiously as though those inside these trenches were tired of bolter shells striking them. Might as well be useful, I can't stand here and just watch! Moving quietly I reached out trying to assist another Krieger siding through with an initial korpsmen who didn't wave me away. One by one white mask after white mask met my gaze as I helped pulled them down doing what little I'd be capable to handle. None seemingly minded, or even remotely made gestures save for one forcing past a loaded bolt rifle! I cautiously reached upward to help it slid over sand and dirt as a massive frame sluggishly moved behind a Kreiger who'd safe guarded the weaponry blessed, albeit zealously cautious.
We're going to need another, because of the Sororita's power armor. I psychically mentioned warily since both white bone masks never hesitated to call over two more korpsmen. Together they strained quietly and intensively to pull Alicia through without an issue. Anora followed by using impression imprints to easily land on both feet, I looked up seeing bright green eye-sockets to get Sigur wordlessly through even as he gave a thumbs up. Trailing behind was the last two of our detachment who'd watched everyone get through efficiently patient and vigilant.
One carried an over-sized pack where I smiled kindly when getting him onto both feet to point where Skit had been stored. Think it's a good time to get that weight off, I'm sorry you had to carry him around out there. I smiled reflexively trying to avoid irritation yet the Kreiger who'd harbored didn't seem so. Even with Skit he merely tapped me on my covered head simply amused. Sigur, I and the Sororita huddled close awaiting orders from various masked korpsmen who began systemically splitting off in threes, or fives to begin clearing out trench works.
"Freaks are fecking good at this shit." Sigur's muffled praise seemed ear shattering when I lifted my hand to remain quiet. A side effect from being used too so many doing to me since arriving, I found it oddly rewarding to see his masked face tilt aside begrudgingly complacent. Still I psychically reached out explaining cautiously since danger wasn't even remotely pacified yet. We're not even close to getting this portion of our mission done Sigur, so we'll just wait until we're inside the city and talk then! Alright?
The storm trooper merely gave a thumbs up even his head shook negatively as though reasoning it'd be suitable. Several Kreigers only looked over either seemingly annoyed, or possibly guarded when Sigur spoke breaking silence. I raised my hand patting air to speak psychically again, I'd consider being a psyker incredibly amazing to convey words into thoughts. I told him to remain quiet until we're inside the walls, he won't say anything and if he does...I'll break his voice box! I can guarantee that much until you're all satisfied.
Neither korpsmen wearing white bone masks reacted visibly yet one nodded cordially accepting my vow and responsibility. Checking over straps pertaining to Skit's concealment, I hoisted his heavier mass and carried him secured with straps. I'd at least pull my weight given one Krieger motioned me forward urgently, if not rapidly. I acquiesced to hurry along to see over two dozen kneeling around two of their own. One had chevrons I'd recognize anywhere with another who had a vox caster with an antenna slightly extended, deliberately angled and meant to minimize silhouette positioning. Ironically none felt uneasy, anxious, or remotely concerned save for a smooth unyielding steel resolve filling my own psyche when I psychically felt them all simultaneously.
Engel's mask seemed slightly off coloration given numerous dents, or scratches indicated seniority in his youth alone. He gestured with a hand to have me come into the center and I was surrounded by eerily observant korpsmen. Two fingers tapped his temple knowingly as I nodded grinning in what he'd want to maintain total silence. If anyone ever mentions the Death Korps in a negative light, or insults you like Sigur did? I might just have to kill them, if you're not against such actions Engel? I can't believe we made it without losing anyone, I expected one of you or someone I'd known to be blown into bits!
The master sergeant merely replied due to my ability in hearing his thoughts clearly and seemed rather amused honestly. It's another day for us, acolyte. Looking over to see a vox caster pull out an ever hidden map from one of many pouches, I heard comments rather cheekily to pridefully correct future incidents. Don't kill them since we're all loyal subjects of our Emperor, though I'm aware many fear us because we only see if their deaths are worthy and I think then we'll be satisfied, but thanks for the effort, kid.
His gaze continuously looked down along with a vox caster who spoke quietly relaying coordinates, time frames and possible locations of enemies. Tell me something, acolyte? I heard him convey secretly humoring a curiosity within his psyche's depths. How good are you in detecting everyone, but us? I looked around closing both eyes to slowly but surely expand senses as lights of various emotions flooded into me strongly. It took me several moments to take everything in as I grinned realizing he'd want forewarning in place to make a job cleaner to do.
Four hundred sixty seven. I mentioned absently while maintaining my comfort to make him look up sharply. Not including us, you'll have numbers to crunch down, or we can start clearing up this portion of trenches so Von Agiluf can get more of your regiment here! Engel looked to several korpsmen who nodded once to begin systemically cleansing of enemies, heretics and traitors who'd all been unified to rebel underneath mundane causes. I found out involuntarily this city's inhabitants were taking up arms in order to secure their world's reliance on questionable practices, I'd imagine descending into anarchy was their natural indication.
Go with them, acolyte. The master sergeant ordered by pointing at two who awaited my presence altogether. Listen to them, observe and give warnings about how many are in any bunker they'll come across. Can I trust you to watch their back, as they do for you? I didn't even have to reply psychically to give a thumbs up. I had my task to complete, so in order to reach the end to find Tartarus and everyone else I'd have to send hundreds to their deaths. I only took solace knowing they weren't innocents, or loyal subjects but as our obvious enemy.
Wooden planks creaked partially yet remained sturdy as I went off behind two Kriegers who quietly evaluated routes. One made a fist while casually crossing his throat as lasguns were stowed to bring out knives. They crouched cautiously and expertly leaning to spot corners, or blind spots if only to raise one hand ordering myself to pause. They were methodically sweeping for traps, wires or anything out of place. Yet I channeled warmth inwardly to open my eyes to see darkness fade away to see auras oozing upward from living beings.
Both Korpsmen were a neutral gray coloration signifying no ill intentions, or harboring doubts effortlessly. Around me I spotted reddish coloration of various others slowly, but surely being snuffed out indicating Engel's soldiers were doing their tasks flawlessly. Peering towards an opposite trench wall I noticed almost one dozen stationary people, I reached out to notice most were either dreaming or unaware due to various explosions. Most it seemed were veterans of this front, or possibly on another conflict yet they were sourly overconfident.
One dozen enemies directly to our left, I can't tell if they're armed but do you see them? I called out psychically again making each bone white mask turn slightly. Neither soldiers seemingly could as I relayed an alternative to make them understand, I'd do a job and task without hesitation when it came to achieving a mission. Let me take care of them, I know how to stop hearts, or stop someone breathing! And it's easier for me if someone who doesn't hear me...die quickly. Just wait, please!
Easily slipping past nothing except thought and will did I entrench psychic force over organs. Almost as though they were in each hand, I slowly but surely closed them and panic greeted my psyche all too expected. One dozen men struggled immediately flailing, or guttural shock cried out clutching their chests. And without mercy, or hesitation I crushed every feeble resistance to enact will over their own being. All twelve organs inwardly crushed themselves inwardly as faint auras dissipated into mist. Recollecting myself briefly as I looked to both Kriegers who never realized how easy it'd been to kill another human.
Head left exactly twenty meters, they were sleeping underneath something probably. Both looked to one another before complying without question again. I still stayed behind waiting to feel their reactions, or sense any signs of uneasiness once fresh corpses became visible. Shockingly neither seemed to care at all, they only started slitting throats casually and double checked to be sure they'd bleed out, I found myself stunned awaiting scrutiny. Yet they both again looked back to simply nod silently grateful I'd done it!
We pressed onward giving me sole confidence these korpsmen didn't care about how, or what I did unless it threatened us all. Rejuvenated I reached outwards constantly coming across defenseless enemies who died where they stood, or slept to never awaken again. Dozens fell before knives bled them out, not one scream or warning ever alerted others and the two who cleaned up found it amusingly strange. Gestures of thumbs up, or nods were all what I needed for them to convey approval and satisfaction in making their tasks quickly attained. Speed and stealth were what had to be upheld above all personal desires.
As time progressed I paused immediately when thoughts I'd been linked into provided ample opportunity. Command...orders...need to know! Words strongly pulled me away unintentionally as both Kriegers bled out another half a dozen corpses. Stopping I peered forward to verify almost two dozen sleeping, or half awake enemies in one particular spot of these trenches. Frowning I relinquished psychic control enough just to see darkness returning to expose a bunker, or hub where information had been sent to relay updates akin to the korps own across no man's land. Information to garner insight, or predict future movements meant the Death Korps would fatally repel traitorous forces, if only to secure victory faster and crush them all swiftly.
Wait, hold on! I glanced into two white bone masks which paused immediately to merely stare. I pointed towards the uncleared bunker informing them confidently and slyly hinting. There's about two dozen enemies inside sleeping, or half awake. A lot of them have common thoughts about orders, I think it's a command hub and they might have information about troops movements. Think it's worth checking out? Neither Krieger dared to think twice as they firmly walked past with weapons raised vigilantly scanning for traps, or another signs a trench walk way had been tampered to fatally alert others.
Two were found all too easily when wiring fell harmlessly giving us free reign to approach. The entire structure sank below ground while covered in sandbags, wiring and was reinforced with internal support to withstand bombardment. I knelt down when an artillery shell flashed behind to illuminate a glinting piece of metal, "Bottom of the entrance." I spoke unintentionally soft to mimic Engel's tone which made one korpsmen kneel. All in all it took him several moments, before lifting a finger to signal his fellow to dismantle it.
But knowingly I got a slight nudge to follow another direction to where glinting wires tightly ran across the doorway. Is that normal? Questioning the silent man who shook his head simply before placing a hand on my shoulder. It was a firm squeeze of approval and his mask looked behind us making me chortle, "I'll back up!" Quickly gaining distance I kept myself ready to end hearts, or cut off breathing yet I became curious. Both Korpsmen worked diligently for several minutes silently appraising, or gauging to signal it'd been cleared.
One gestured to pull an object from his hand as it dipped to reveal what he'd do specifically. Two frag grenades glinted ominously causing me to smirk. They were awaiting an order given how their faces stared without moving akin to stone. Fire in the hole! I resisted chuckling to see them only nod idly amused, or subtly eager when one man slightly pushed a door open. The pins released when two were expertly rolled in as a door slammed and both Kriegers reacted accordingly. Pressed on opposite sites where an internal muffled boom gave them initiative to storm in, I heard several lasgun shots and muffled cries of horror abruptly end.
Despite hearing silence for several moments one poked his head out gesturing me to come forward. I moved accordingly to dip underneath an arm which propped a door open, I was greeted with a literal bloody mess. Limbs of arms, or legs were shredded in gruesome displays where an odor of ozone and smoke seeped underneath my clothed protection. Not one enemy soldier had time to react, or outright died half flung out in bunks. Looking towards furthest back into a corner, I noticed the lone Krieger shifting through low-gothic text documents.
So, is it valuable? I asked mainly nervous to which he sharply looked back to gesture animatedly making gulp subtly. I got over to look up puzzled when his glove fingers pointed solidly on received orders, I peered not understanding numerical values and other such thing since I wasn't keen on said subjects. However several unique words stood out ironically damning to have me horrified, "Armor assets approved. Russ formation from sector...en-route!" I read off trying to make sense of various other details but what came next shocked me internally, "Assault on quadrant...reinforcement on next sunrise, retrieved and repaired air assets...oh, feck! They're going to attack from behind us, if you'd pushed forward...right?"
The Kreiger seemingly smiled given a mask concealed it but his gloved hand ruffled my head silently pleased. I found it surreal given he'd had to be grinning, or smirking when I shook it off not exactly comfortable with said action. Get back to Ermel, or we going to clear out more? The man pointed backward with a thumb indicating prioritizing information, if anything I extended my control outwards to get a number back of remaining enemy presences. It took me several scant seconds to viciously crush exactly one hundred and seven traitorous humans, I exhaled lightly in response just for rapidly going through without preparation.
"Don't be worried, I took care of everyone else." I revealed when he began folding papers neatly to stuff into my own chest pouches signifying intentional recognition, "No need to waste time, or effort since we probably got lucky." Both Kriegers tried to hold in snorts underneath their masks to not tip off laughter, but they failed if only through mutual amusement. Again another glove ruffled my head aggravatingly to have me grumble internally.
Sweeping over an internal desk twice did I watch the soldier pick up all pieces of useful information. But I retained the most prioritizing of said find, I had a gut feeling they were inwardly laughing at unspoken jokes at my expense. I naturally reached out to confirm said suspicions yet nothing stood out, if anything they remained as resolved as always. I get why most find them fearful, they don't seem humane yet they're incredibly iron willed! But at least they're human enough to know to laugh, or find things funny I'd guess!
We hastily vacated the structure to move rapidly back over corpses and pathways. They were moving without hesitation to sweep corners, or outright nudge me to keep up. Unlike beforehand there was urgency, purpose and incredible determination to get back to where we'd initially split up. I inhaled rapidly trying to keep pace, if only just to remain behind them secured with rewards and Skit who'd I let out sooner enough. It seemed securing more aid, resources and firepower were going according to hopeful expectation. And I knew inwardly these Kriegers were not ones who forgot those assisting out of genuine will alone.
Coming around another corner I spotted Engel crouched over next to his vox operator who kept vigilantly aware of all their surroundings. He looked up towards both masked korpsmen that nodded formally when their arrival was unnaturally early, or quickly finished. Small parchments were handed off for their master-sergeant who inspected them only looked up sharply, "How?" One word indicated disbelief due to how accurate, precise and incredibly useful from what they'd delivered indicated an answer. I smiled widely trying to fail in not feeling smug, or pridefully to pull out a neatly folded document with what Engel had to verify.
"I got lucky." I chirped mirthfully making both korpsmen snort again strongly finding it too irresistibly perfect to not ignore. I told you, I intend on getting firepower and people inside to help me. Do you think the colonel will approve of a mission, if I request it now? I inquired psychically to have him tilt his head merely to ponder. Looking up towards both korpsmen who put hands on each shoulder to firmly pad approvingly, I had a gut instinct to understand they'd been sent specifically to test me in some fashion. I couldn't detect exactly why since their thoughts were literally plain, or held no emotional hints to suggestion intentions subjectively.
Tension arose inside when Engel refused to suggest potential in my unseen plea to get us inside a city alive. Skimming through multiple pages verifying sources, dates and other such reports long been recorded indicated a hope. Leaning over he pulled out a small device to link up along side his mask as muffled words were exchanged. I waited anxiously trying to avoid feeling uneasy, or remotely fearing I'd overstepped my boundary so quickly in sending word to the colonel. I inwardly realized it'd seem too convenient, too clean and apart of me feared they'd suspect lying, or deceitful intention since in order to search for the inquisitor I'd need their help.
Without these korpsmen, I'd never have gotten past the trenches alive and I fear without them! I'll die quicker, or fail utterly. Reasoning seemed to pale when the master sergeant read off on documents as his vox caster stood up confirming as well. Their conversation lasted far longer than anything I'd ever witnessed, or seen from Kriegers entirely. It almost seemed scary how capable they'd verbally converse, if not understanding they chose to be silent willingly. They were dead men who walked to atone for sins of their home-world, ironically enough I didn't understand how strong or maddening to live by such a creed would do to them. And yet because of that alone, I'd never be more thankful to them just to fight alongside in the Emperor's name.
Glancing over in seeing Anora, Alicia and Sigur viewing me through their own masks indicated they'd been waiting. I didn't dare look away because only they, myself and Skit technically were under an inquisitorial sanctioned mission. It didn't pertain to the Death Korps, they had little obligation to assist me personally since Tartarus expended rightful assistance and I was literally on my own. With no assurance, no resources and nothing except for who I knew to get an impossible task done. We'd die by morning, or tonight if what I founded proved inconsequential to have a colonel ordain his own resources for mutual cooperation.
Tartarus may well likely have me killed, or tortured for disobeying her this time. But I'm not going to sit ignorantly when things are clearly wrong, I chose this action and I'll take responsibility. I looked upwards to see artillery shells falling overhead from blackened, murky and churning cloud cover. I found understanding when it came to being apart of Ordos Malleus, an order dedicated to stopping enemy's from beyond a veil of human understanding, or imagination and without a doubt I got a taste of it presently. It didn't matter if I was ordered, or not because stopping greater threats paled if no one could do so.
Unwillingly I remembered lessons of the inquisitor having me recite to memory. No matter where I stood, on a world or vessel and even within our Imperium. I looked down feeling weight I shouldn't have naturally bore yet it was required above all else, above personal doubt, desire or happiness to inflict absolution against daemonic forces. They were unnatural, they were undeniably by natures an aberrations of reality, to twist it easily and were cruel tools to secure damnation of souls. Men, women and children inevitably succumbed because they were simply mortal, humane and yet I had to stand above it all since no one else willingly did so.
The daemon has many forms, you must know them all. You must tell the Daemon from his disguise and root him out from the hidden places, to trust no-one, trust not even yourself. It is better to die in vain than to live an abomination, for the zealous martyr is praised for his valour! But for the craven and the unready, for they are both are justly abhorred. I recited internally from memories, texts and date slates given to remember above all else when signs appeared. Tartarus never failed to arrive on time, she'd never been one to not communicate if situation arose and she wasn't a fool. I knew she'd planned on a worst case scenario for myself to investigate, if I was standing outside some damned city and seeking resources then daemonic forces were actively surging within the Immaterium.
Nothing mattered above all else but to stop reality from being molded, twisted and inevitably corrupted into madness. It wasn't just for glory, pride or even power itself. Responsibility alone became steel, it became meaningful and will alone only gave those with power to remain rooted in humanity's destiny to rid itself of daemonic damnation. I hated every single thing because I'd have to do it now, or else billions would fall to only spread further onto those unable to resist daemonic presences. And if I died it wouldn't matter to those billions damned, I'd just have delayed an unstoppable outcome for another to successful pick up pieces to do so again. I wasn't an inquisitor, I wasn't powerful and yet I felt resolve knowing I was walking into death itself, I inwardly decided I would be unafraid if only to meet it head on!
Engel Adalwin's voice broke me out of thoughts to stare placidly as he relayed an answer, "Command has given me the following mandate, to say to you acolyte Eius." His voice while soft spoken seemed almost unnaturally cold, "The 25th regiment of the Death Korps commends your efforts, but our regiment will not be assisting your mission as per their awareness of your inquisitor's disappearance." I refused to flinch to stare sternly prepared to die one way, or another. I didn't respond in favor to know there was more to be spoken, a sign I'd understand all too familiar.
The Krieger placed a metallic device back onto his vox caster to grimly proclaim, "But Colonel Von Vgilulf has been tasked and chosen through mutual cooperation to assist you acolyte Eius." Any remaining korpsmen in earshot knelt down lasguns shouldered zealously pleased, forever obedient and faithfully happy just to lower their heads together as one unit, Engel lead to formally state, "As per your discovery of information, of enemy troop movements, plans and have done us a service...we of the 45th grenadier platoon are your weapons! Once this wall is breached, we'll be in your discretion to see fit. We'll die wherever you choose, we'll die wherever you walk to seek to complete your mission and to atone for sins never to be forgotten."
My silence kept me from reacting visibly yet I lowered myself to kneel as well. I reached out to clasp his forearm sealing our fate to die, "Then I, Marcos Eius acting inquisitorial authority accepts your pledge and assistance, Engel Aladwin of Krieg to destroy any sign of daemonic, or Chaos influence until we no longer breathe. Do you and your korpsmen accept this responsibility, as myself to do what the Emperor ordains in his will?" I questioned reciting formal protocol to destroy any doubt, or fear I had left to know what lay ahead with these soldiers. We'd march right into a city of death, to possibly never walk out again and I'd asked unnecessarily if they'd do so too.
Not even a bone white scarred mask concealed an almost bemused grin, "In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement." I smiled back to reply equally assured, "Then let us go to our deaths, Engel Aladwin. Neither of us is without sin, it seems!" I nodded grimly to stand back looking back towards those who'd watched everything with varying degrees of pride, shock and utter disbelief since I'd destroyed expectations ever so simply. It was something I'd have to learn ruthlessly, to practice endlessly and inevitably succeed to survive every world I'd walk upon.
I walked numbly viewing bolter shells whizzing past as they struck masked soldiers wedging themselves in between pillars underneath a building. It appeared to be some sort of cathedral, or central hub due to its massive size dwarfing any structure presently standing. I glanced back seeing figures bulky, familiar and they all wore power armor with no coloration to identity themselves. Everything partially seemed faded into neutral gray, blackened or light variations leaving my imagination to understand what I'd been viewing.
Consciously aware I stepped over half a dozen corpses which were blown asunder and yet I knelt down to pick up something odd. Among all coloration's were bolt rounds, lasfire and muted screaming a singular object glaring separated itself from anything I'd conceive. Charred blackened remains of a box, or maybe crates indicated secrecy to transport something of grave importance. I nimbly pushed aside once heated remains to frown despite hissing, or cracking snaps of rounds striking just around me from those desperately trying to deny my actions.
Reaching outward I conjured a wall of flame thunderously swarming forward as swept past into confined space scorching everything. Shrieks of undeniable terror were me with agonized ends as a lull among those trying to kill myself ceased. Figures rushed past assaulting the cathedral as I remained kneeling to dig into piles of debris to spot what others couldn't, I saw greenish yellow light flickering and idly remaining to radiate warmth. I frowned feeling uneasy, but an involuntarily pull met mine and a less than clear nudge forced me backward, I paused a hand when it'd been merely inches from it's rounded surface.
"What are you?" My voice seemed to echo as though it were embedded inside a tunnel and warmth increased into potent fire. Yet I hadn't retreated an extended hand when I grasped a small circular stone like object. Colors of vibrant green, yellow and orange melded into a harmonious display of beauty but power lingered within. It wasn't daemonic, or seemingly of Chaos yet it felt utterly unnatural to have me bring it to eye level.
Those swirling masses of light seemingly dimmed before brightly igniting in undeniable intention to blind me, or endure itself eternal. It's sheer size filled my palm with searing heat but I felt no pain except tingling sensations of something trying to worm it's way into my psyche. I refused entry only to ask it again quietly, "Why?" It wasn't a daemon, I'd have felt pleasant sensations or innocence to have it corrupt and damn my soul into oblivion. This presence within seemed vast, too different and I'd reasoned it'd been alien in nature itself.
Soon wisps of this foreign presence seeped outward to rigidly encircle my wrist and crawl upwards. It seeming desired a purpose, or sought meaning when I stared within those swirling coloration. For several moments timed seemed to freeze before a glimpse emerged among innumerable swirls, I found myself frozen when eyes met my own. They were solid orbs of red which only revealed one intention, to destroy what lay ahead seeking damnation and slaughtered tens of thousands inside this city. Those solid orbs burned with unrestrained hatred, incorruptible will and it'd willingly had only conveyed one purpose to have me realize, it'd found someone mutually to assist out of duty.
An unseen voice too distant whispered yet I found myself replying, "How can I trust you? Are you human, or daemon?" I inquired quietly not wishing to build up hope, or think I'd be willing to want whatever lay within to lend assistance. I couldn't trust it, I knew for certainty it wasn't tainted with Chaos's corruption, or harbored daemonic influences. Yet it wasn't anything I'd ever seen, felt or understood for it ironically screamed alien in nature. The green exterior pulsed briefly to make me hunch over inhaling sharply, it desired to assist if only just and for myself to question it, a favorable sign of assurance for will stood out alone.
Before anything else could be established I felt a gray hand nudge me back to reality. I looked up seeing a shrouded figure either in armor, or masked yet it said something inaudible. I responded immediately without realizing what was within this object had utilized my own voice passively, "I'm fine, I think I'll hold onto whatever they were trying to move! I don't know what it is, but maybe Tartarus or someone who's more familiar can explain it, if anything it just proves there's more going on inside this city."
The figure bent down to seemingly inspect an idle greenish light before seeming shaking their head. I smiled kindly unable to stop myself as a foreign presence seemingly influenced words, "We're close to them, so we can't linger on whatever this is really! But if they're willing to kill me, or us over it then we'll find out eventually." I struggled internally trying to wrestle control to which it relinquished easily as though making a subtle point, assurance and willingly granted desire to have it be used against a foe I'd not survive. But I felt peaceful intentions within it, if not forcefully showcasing it'd be capable to assist mutually.
Glancing back to the shrouded figure who seemingly nodded, or said indecipherable words departed towards the massive structure. I looked back to that seemingly colored stone agreeing to an unseen extension of aid, "Don't harm my friends, or those I care about." I gave it stipulations unvoiced which it acquired all too willingly, as if it were seeking harm of only which deserved to be destroyed and protecting those capable was ideally agreeable. It's warmth faded when I placed it into my chest pouch murmuring tiredly, "If I'm going to die, then do what you can and I won't hesitate to ask for help if you give it."
One pulsating sensation of warmth fed into my body as I shuddered chilled by it's latent power alone. We had a pact of mutual survival, but I'd be foolish to think it was benevolent entirely. I caught a glimpse of it's own desire, goals and ambitions. It wanted freedom, to battle and it found my existence repulsive since I couldn't understand it's intentions naturally. But we both had a mutual enemy which lay beyond in that cathedral. An enemy which threatened everything, anything and it at least acknowledged I had power to wield to make us both have a purpose to eliminate it, or die trying at the very least.
My hand fell tiredly when eyes fluttered to reorient themselves once a wall loomed overhead shroud us all in complete obscurity. We'd been clearing hundreds of enemy soldiers to leave a suitable line for an entire regiment to mobilize, Engel had sent word tens of thousands were massing on multiple fronts to decisively crush an enemy which tried in vain to stall out a siege. But the Death Korps had been forewarned, prepared and only awaited first light to begin an all out assault to claim victory. Our vox communications were all but secured, so we had updates or if we'd come across more information to relay back to Von Agiluf's command bunker.
Only one last obstacle remained in place! My eyes visibly strained to view above to see an almost quarter mile high defense, a reminder in which it had withstood bombardment. Yet strangely enough no signs of scorched, or chipped metallic marks were left on it. I frowned uneasily to psychically inquire why to Engel who paused equally perplexed since none noticed from a distance it seemed. Is there any reason why this wall hasn't caved in, or been cracked yet? I saw those massive artillery guns when we landed Engel, but wouldn't even this eventually buckle from those huge shells your Korps has in it's arsenal?
Our entire detachment knelt, or had crouched in moving behind slight raised mounds which obscured most of us beneath the city's massive wall. Apparently from what I'd been told it'd been intentional design to gun down assaults, if trenches were to be overrun and heavy weapons teams would rain down preventing those reaching the city's wall itself. So it'd been vital to crack it open, flood it with korpsmen and systemically wedging our small mission's spearhead. A small act to give more reign and time for hundreds of thousands of reinforcements to overrun every side, or flank in one titanic offensive push. Or that's what Engel had conveyed enough whenever I noticed time progressing with no signs of the regiment moving forward.
Preliminary reports indicate enemy fortifications were adequately placed, built and expected to withstand bombardment. The master-sergeant remembered making me frown sharply, if anything this wall hadn't even been touched by artillery yet alone naval bombardment! In fact it looked pristine gray, if not having slight aged stone and well melded along it's length. I stared hard trying to imagine any structure would at least have details of being hit, or punished by the Death Korp's constant barrage which wasn't ineffective by any means! So why did something just seem off about this entire wall itself, I didn't like it at all.
"Then why is this wall clean, not scorched and lacking marks of artillery shells hitting it?" I observed to comment sternly as Engel looked up to follow my gaze. Several korpsmen followed suite when flickering sensations of shrewd suspicion fueled past experiences to match, or few subtly agreed since they'd known their own weaponry far more than I'd believe. From what I've seen, or what your regiment specializes in Engel, I'm concerned a lot! Why is this wall not even damaged? I've been here a month, or so yet I haven't seen portions of it caving in from the sheer amount of firepower you're shooting back and forth with an enemy whose firing back just as much, and...there's not even a scratch on it!
My gut churned chilled when I channeled psychic will to drive away darkness to make everything brighter. But once I peered through the veil did I stumble back shielding my eyes hissing, "Fecking throne!" I bit out looking away, or be endangered to go blind as blackened wisps of reddish yellow oozed outwards behind granite infused metal surfaces. It was too damned bright, too potent and it confirmed a cold fear settling inside my stomach. The wall showed signs of unholy blessings slowly, but surely seeping Chaos's corruption which had only been channeled inwards and everything started to make sense.
Tartarus hadn't been arrogant if she spotted an anomaly, or possibly willingly naive if she'd spotted such an obvious trap which had prevented psychic communication! By the throne I realized an entire fecking wall wasn't just meant to keep people out, but it'd been a barrier to keep people in and seemingly in appearance nothing being amiss. Yet I'd bet that a barrier hadn't been active when we'd arrived, it'd been just hidden from view and it only became visibly after she went into said city! I snarled involuntarily because of a fact, I realized coldly livid that we'd been expected to go in together, or maybe whatever was within it's walls knew I would go in next!
"Acolyte?" Engel questioned lowly trying to understand why I'd uttered such crass words as I hissed back clearing bright spots, "This entire damned wall is tainted with chaotic corruption, master-sergeant!" At that revelation all heads looked as though they'd walked close to a dangerous beast, or gripped weaponry tighter inevitably trying to prepare for a foe. Heads lowered in silent prayer, or seeking holy blessing when I stalked towards it partially shielding my eyes to view even brighter lines of light underneath stone exteriors.
Feck it's too bright, so whatever is underneath is channeling power from the Immaterium! I had little idea as to how, or what used the Warp's essence to fuse into anything. But it stung whenever I came within inches when warily inspecting how potent, or exactly to see flesh searing in warning. But beneath that light surrounding the wall's surface, I saw a dimmer but thicker line running akin to webs through and back along entire lengths. I kept one hand over to trace it while walking slowly trying to find any sort of source, or hub where those dimmer lines met which caused Kriegers to advance vigilantly keeping an over-watch in place.
Seemingly unaware I came to stand towards a lowered incline reaching upwards as several lines pulsed into one central mass. Heat subtly made an entire portion significantly warmer than cooler portions, so I looked over towards Engel who'd been staring naturally silent. Is there something underneath these walls that's carrying anything extremely hot? The Krieger looked to where my hand rested as his taller frame easily met a spot to idly tap it, or rest the glove which twitched briefly. He took a mono-knife out to carefully chip into one section of stone, it'd held partially a faded series of lines and half burnt low gothic words all indicating to a point where where a metallic edge clanged subtly.
He looked down with an unseen smile of appreciation as knowledge applied to a very certain possibility, "Promethium fuel lines." I thought I heard a tone of eagerness, "They have them running along an entire perimeter meant for an exterior refueling of armor, or to infantry. It'd guarantees logistical efficiency to maintain armor assets too." His bone white mask of a skull turned to gestured for three korpsmen while pointing towards a wall. One hand clenched a fist followed by two fingers crossing as I watched earnestly confused and curiously intrigued, I'd hadn't memorized sign language these Kriegers knew by natural memory.
Our detachment isn't just specializing in trench assault, acolyte. I heard him think knowingly when uniformed sleeve eased me backwards to give room. Gas sockets for void like eyes hid a subtle smirk of possible pride, or amusement. We're also keen on creative demolition, if the Korps has need for us to clear the way over our corpses. Von Agiluf suspected unforeseen parameters, he expected you since your teacher wasn't around to view things from a rather...unique perspective, if he hinted as such to you earlier.
I glared once convenience had been granted a rare luxury of irritation. I growled lowly making subtle motions originating from Engel's chortling, "He knew I'd search for Tartarus! She and I are psykers, he couldn't force her to do extra work...but I'm not an inquisitor, so it'd be suitable if I succeeded, or died since it wouldn't matter." I pieced it together trying to visualize what the youthful looking colonel had been gauging, or anticipating. It almost made too much sense, if I'd been able to notice this damned wall not taking hits then siege experts who thrived, or lived in such theaters war didn't flinch not notice it?
But in hindsight they'd noticed far too easily! They'd been stuck in two suitable strategies of siege warfare that either option proved suitable, if only just except for an obstacle not meant for conventional means of destruction. The Death Korps hadn't been idle when we'd arrived, if anything Tartarus's presence was either requested or simply convenient to witch she'd ignored. Not out of spite, or arrogance but merely prioritizing her own mission above their own. I wasn't granted such rights and it fell on me to do their job, if only to get them to assist me without breaking protocols that'd been deemed possibly of disobeying command.
You sneaky, clever and cold bastards! I sourly praised psychically to stare placidly at the master-sergeant who shook mirthfully. A gloved hand padded my head slightly condescendingly, "You're sharp for a boy, acolyte. But work on your timing a bit, I'd be slightly worried." The Krieger advised softly while over-viewing his fellow korpsmen who methodically chipped away stone, or metallic plating piece by piece. I resisted gnashing both sets of teeth for realizing I'd been played right into shrewd hands who'd forged opportunity. It only bitterly set in once I understood most of these korpsmen had known, or foresaw it had conveniently enjoyed to tolerate my presence.
"I'm starting to see why many consider you less than human, I still don't believe it, but I get it." I remarked tiredly to have Engel look down grimly acknowledging, "Yes, you do." But his gloved hand still placed itself on my shoulder firmly, "And that's why we respect you, acolyte. Putting aside personal grievances, fears, doubts and only focused on achieving your task to do whatever it takes to secure victory. You do what many who we served alongside...fail to do, to know your place and still achieve any objective without caring for yourself."
My chest swelled at first suppressing anger yet I resisted to only just laugh quietly. There's nothing to laugh about, but I can't help it! You're supposed to be emotionless, cold and uncaring cogs of a machine based on what your korps represent! The master-sergeant merely shrugged once to correct easily conceived misplaced myths of notoriety which suited their animosity perfectly, suitably and practically since it was technically true. He only imparted with answer warily bordering on mischievous amusement, "Let's just say I, or any korpsmen who survives anywhere long enough are given that luxury not because we earned it, or even wanted it since it all really just means we'll die a bit faster, acolyte."
That underlying revelation only proved why the Death Korps to my eyes were utterly different. They didn't care as long as you died, or died with purpose. If one survived, it either spelled atoning for living more and carried their ancestral home world's sins to further lengths. They'd born to die, to serve and only considered it expected. Grimly understanding something so simple, because it'd had been in plain view as I quietly told him without hesitation, "Then why are you still alive, Engel? What keeps you going despite carrying sins I wouldn't understand, or know about?"
The master-sergeant willingly kept quiet in observing his korpsmen for an incredible longer amount of time. I never tried to psychically link to hear his thoughts, or wanted to invade a personal question. It'd have been easy, too easy and yet I didn't have the heart to do so. At least not yet, or would one day do without considering morality attached. But I'd give a fellow human loyally serving our Emperor that right, a right as dead men who carried themselves with sin and deadly desire harboring atonement to be at peace.
Stone brick caved partially making three korpsmen quietly and vigorously clear an entry point. One gestured in front where metallic internal pipes met around a small yet obvious point where promethium built up to be utilized. It looked to be a crate in terms of size, but values and exposed liquid seeping indicating an ideal demolition hazard. Engel raised a fist closing it tightly before making an open hand as another with a heavier ruck sack moved to begin preparation, I stood next to him staring to see damned korpsmen never once faltering in their tasks. They were neutral entities based on auras yet I pulled myself inwardly to feel a slight trace of pride.
All of them knew they were going to die underneath in service of our Emperor's will. The Inquisition were extensions of his will, I was a representative to do what was required and to never falter in our purpose to fight an enemy beyond their sight. They were happier knowing we'd march into death's arms, they knew it'd absolve them and never would die in worthless meaning. The Korps were meant for those to die, to atone for failing to be loyal and their world was penance for past sins never to be forgotten. Only in death do they find peace, only in life they saw war and to die was just another day to them.
Glimmering metal belonging to several wired together melta charges met my gaze all knowingly. Wait! I walked forward making all four Kriegers look upward obediently, if not curious as I knelt down over the explosive payload. This wall is protected by unholy blessings, I'll have to bless this in the Emperor's name and will, to counteract Chaos's will. I held out both hands before looking over to call out softly to the Sororita, "Anora, Alicia! Can you assist me? Since we'll need our faith to make sure it can't be corrupted by the unholy."
Both power armor wielders never hesitated to move with their weaponry being offered to Kriegers who held them zealously reverent. Every korpsmen within earshot immediately knelt down lowering their heads, praying and forever remaining faithful to an act of holiness. They were humbled, eager and all too willing to not join in based on mutual prayers I'd been overhearing psychically. Reaching into a pouch I pulled one meager parchment blessed in high gothic, a tool and means when I'd been taught to bless any object in our Emperor's name. I carefully wrapped it around tightly around the melta charges to begin chanting internally.
Channeling psychic will into words as both Sororita were linked to have us united to speak. In the name of the Emperor, of your light and will, to undo those who'd seek to damn your beloved subjects and we decree to seek your holy will to defend us. Light shall drive away darkness, for you are supreme and we shall never fail in your name! I chanted together as energy seeped from my hands to surround the melta in a glowing beautiful white light as it illuminated only our faces. All the Kriegers emotions surged into undeniable shareable faith molding into steel resolve, for they all but fell to their knees helmets lowered and I opened my eyes exhaling lightly.
Engel while knelt spoke quietly sounding envious enough to admit, "And yet you still care about those fated to die, boy." Ironically I smirked idly in response since everyone couldn't deny what made me human, "Give it time, master-sergeant." The masked Krieger chortled quietly as I backed away between both Sororita who looked down proud to see progress of their divine teachings. It wasn't on their order's capability yet to still bless objects in our Emperor's name. But in time it'd have to be refined by my hands and ability which I'd do so inevitably, I'd vowed.
Unlike recently beforehand all Kriegers who'd picked up a melta charge treated it as though it were a relic of importance. They were undeniably careful to lodge it in secured, to lower their heads and pray in silent faith of will. One's gloved hands even trembled from sheer reverence yet did their task with far more resolve to be perfected instruments of divine retribution. Engel raised a hand to hold all five fingers and curled them down slowly, "On my signal, rush over the burn and keep your head down acolyte. We're charging over these ruins once this wall falls, so remember when you have need of us to die and we'll do it on your command."
All our weapons were returned to be secured as every Krieger tensed behind looking over an uncleared section of trenches. We'd have to gun anyone over it, or risk being crushed by debris to which I nodded. In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement! I replied making him smile pleased to know I wouldn't forget their motto, they'd die one way or another. And I'd have pick, choose and decide when that time came without consideration for their lives.
"We fight and we die, that's the Krieg way." Engel softly quoted to viciously drop his fist and sprinted up the dirt burn lasgun leveled. Ten seconds, boy. Count them well, please? It was simultaneously setting off everyone as time became surreal. Instinctively we followed suit once danger ignited fury within our souls as I snarled loudly racing up the burn with forty korpsmen, two Sororita and Sigur who yelled out wildly realizing our silence had ended absolutely, "Death from above you grox feckers!"
As we jumped down lasguns roared into volley of precise and deadly accuracy onto enemy soldiers who'd been half asleep. I jumped down lividly extending my psychic will to entrap dozens and end their lives with but a thought! Men and women gurgled out in natural horror feeling hearts crushed, or brains being liquidated since I didn't care to pick their end. Bayonets finished them off as everyone made it down firing, or locking into close combat with those overhearing signs of breaching. It'd all gone to plan, as expected and I counted down psychically linking all of them to hear the imminent detonation.
Ten, nine, eight! I anxiously looked around hearing lasgun fire snapping frequently and screams of horror when enemy's got impaled against trench walls. Alicia and Anora swept over smaller korpsmen gunning down small groups of heretical guardsmen, they'd got shredded underneath undeniable firepower and blessed rounds. Seven, six, five, four! Engel stabbed on enemy before driving a knife into his neck and sputtered crimson droplets onto a once clean mask. Artillery shells detonated overhead revealing glimmering eyes within those sockets which stared unflinching, I smiled in return nodding when he called roared three words.
"Brace and cover!" I wedged myself against a trench wall looking to see a once mighty wall about to reduced to rightful ash and debris. Three, two, one! All the kriegers ceased to do as instructed and wedged together covering each other from soon to be loose rocks, shrapnel and heated pieces capable to melt through human flesh. Engel forced me nearly face first against muddied dirt yet he whispered a vow once before everything went dark, "If I'm die by your word boy, I trust you'll never forget those who don't deserve to be remembered."
Just as a titanic explosion sent everyone into near unconsciousness I vowed in return. I'll never forget your name, Engel Adalwin! Light so bright and utterly skin searing washed over us in a tidal wave of agonizing fire. The sheer tidal wave of flame, explosion and granite flying extended well beyond our trench to seemingly uplift, or uproot an entire quarter high wall off it's very foundations. As one massive shadow inevitably stared to covered us, I fell into utter darkness to never once regret I chosen to unwavering walk and march alongside death itself, so I'd promised as a monster death would never claim me until I wanted it so.
Colonel Von Agiluf watched with stoically arms folded behind his back as an eye blinding light detonated across no man's land. The sound wave thundered sending an entire storm of dust furiously to slam into his Korp's fortifications. Momentum ceased when it crashed headlong making him barely move save for gravity swaying his body, or arms partially. Yet he remained in place as various masked korpsmen looked ever at himself naturally obedient.
"Begin assaulting enemy positions, we have our sign of victory." His voice remained ever impassive as signals were alerted when tens of thousands of korpsmen surged forward. Heavy weapon teams fired furiously, unrelenting and all zealously in purpose. Yet the denotation surprised him considerably as flames sped along an entire city perimeter exploding loosened granite, or partial retrofits to go in either direction. Entire portions of a seeming once unyielding wall caved inward, or backward providing more than ample opportunity to secure footholds for an entire regiment alone.
Looking along almost miles of once stubborn obstacles revealed portions of uprooted steel beams, or rapidly crumbling holes made a colonel smirk. He called out quietly to a vox caster, "Send updates to high command and inform them, we'll be obligated to assist the Inquisitional acolyte since providing us ample assistance to grant aid. The Death Korps do not forget who aid us willingly, if we're to die then we'll die knowing we have something more to do."
Von Agiluf continued to observe when tens of thousands mobilized from trenches to begin storming across a long lethal field. But because of an unexpected parameter it'd been negated to mild resistance, or partial pacification which wasn't acceptable. Now they'd have to clear out an entire city's worth of resistance, heretics and traitors while in close combat. The man smiled widely finding it all entirely coinciding with an acolyte's own mission, "Well done, child. Your teacher is very wrong about your innate ability to cause misfortune, it's a shame I can only hope it serves others just as well. Die well, or die atoned."
The colonel went quiet to begin issuing out orders all too familiarly never once losing sight. Yet inwardly he'd admit something about that child. Smiling widely he'd reckon that the Korps would not forget the name of Marcos Eius, or those who'd die alongside him by the next sunrise. It wasn't too often they'd found a suitable candidate to be called upon, if they'd need assistance for future encounters. They fought, they died and it was the Krieg way to be carried onward with those who'd never understand. It was simply another day in their Death Korps, a day they'd remember because an outsider had never retreated.
End Chapter XV
Author's Note: As you can tell, I had a damned field day writing this chapter. This was mindless fun to me, I had lots more considered but I kept it consistent hopefully. The Death Korps are my favorites, hands down because they're so damned simple to understand if not humanize just enough. I was listening to some fairly good music while writing this, I'll leave one, or to just to give you readers a taste, "Europa Nazione" & "Imperium Aeteran." Believe me, I wasn't going to pretend I hadn't gotten inspiration and some old fashion nicotine to pump this out. And to give you an idea, I tend to make some things happen and if people are aware enough they'll see what's probably coming.
Now to probably counter act some hardcore lore master, why did technically these Kriegers deny assistance to the Inquisition? Even if, by default Marcos is acting inquisitional authority given his lack of formal understanding. He's not an official sanctioned apprentice, or interrogator who acts in their master's will if 'assigned' to a certain priority, or so what I understand from researching. It's a technicality, Death Korps follow orders without question and regardless of who, or why they'll obey as per Tartarus's discretion to ignore their requests since again...daemonic priority over conventional campaign. But Marcos doesn't have the means to pull this off, he can only request and do what he can with what little power enacted for this circumstance.
If he were to show the rosette, the Kriegers wouldn't bat an eyelash save for stating the obvious. They weren't told by Tartarus to listen to him, if she's gone and that right there is enough to showcase urgency to secure enough aid to figure out what's happening. They're not stupid, they're fairly elite in training even by most standards of flash lights and body shields, I mean there's another dozen or more regiments that stand out easily. But the Kriegers, there's not a chance in hell they wouldn't have noticed a wall not breaking down. It's common sense, ironically enough!
So, they can't retreat and they can't advance...so they do what they need to do as per being zealously loyal to detour our iron clad orders. And now there's ample opportunity, recognition and sheer unintentional fortune for them to say...come across an Inquisitional party, if invading a city full of heretical forces? To me, to them and to Marcos it's a damned win win...if you put yourself in harms way for the priority of a mission to complete. But now things are going to get interesting, if one see's the signs then they know you'd better start praying for hell, it'd be a lot more humane to wish with what's coming. And that brings me to leave it at that, so let's find out soon right?
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