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" Daddy, where does this go?" asked a small blonde-headed boy of his father.
" Well, let us see what you have got there, Roscoe." His daddy replied, opening the box and surveying its contents.
" These are all books. Take them up to your Mother in the Library."
" Yes Daddy."
Crimean Desoto watched as his little boy trotted of to find his Mother. He placed his hands on the small of his back and stretched, the bones popping back into their rightful places. He squinted up at the blue sky, his thoughts stretching back to his days on Ulani.. His days as a bounty hunter in the reluctant employ of Adeptus Arbites, hunting a band of ruthless criminals known only as " Shadows" Upon the successful destruction of the band, the Arbitrator Judge conscripted Crimean into the Arbitrators. He served faithfully on Necromunda for 10 years before he lost his arm to a hive ganger shotgun. He was sent back to Ulani to live out the rest of his days. He eventually married and had a son, Roscoe. Not wanting Roscoe to follow his footsteps as an Arbitrator or bounty hunter, Crimean took a Mechanicus commission to the Desert planet Masali, where Adeptus Mechanicus was experimenting with new water production technology. Thus, here he was moving into his new quarters. Roscoe seemed to thrive in the arid climate of this planet. He was intensely curious about all the Flora and Fauna of the planet. Roscoe's already blond hair was bleached pure white, his body sported a healthy tan. He was taking lessons from one of the Tech Priests on general mechanics. One small worry was that he was being exposed to other elements of the Imperium as well. Crimean thought about the day when Roscoe would make the choice of what he wanted to do. Would he be a Tech Priest? Or maybe a .....
" Daddy what are those?"
Crimean was jerked out of his reverie to see his son pointing at something on the horizon. He picked up the magoptics and looked through them at the approaching object. It was a vehicle. And it carried what could only be an Inquisitor. Two Imperial Guardsmen and one Inquisitor to be exact.
" Roscoe, go into the house and stay there till I call you."
The vehicle approached at a steady pace. Despite the heat, Crimean felt cold. What could an Inquisitor want? The vehicle pulled up beside the porch. The men got out.
" Pack your bags, your leaving."
Crimean was shocked. " W-Why?" He ventured.
His answer came when the vehicle that the Inquisitor came in was torn into shreds by an explosion. The shrapnel hit him like a blast to the gut. His last thought was of Roscoe....
Roscoe regained consciousness slowly, a cut on his forehead bleeding into his left eye. He raised himself to his knees and shook the cobwebs out of his head. He used the point of his force sword as a cane and pushed himself to his feet. It all rushed back into his head, a gush of memory. He stumbled a little at first, but his steps became increasingly stronger as he made his way to the manual comp station for the internal defenses. The thought of loosing Arx to the forces of Chaos was, well..unthinkable. He reached the station and sat down in the vacant chair. He studied the ancient runes on the table in front of him. He had studied these runes under a Tech Priest when he was little, before the invasion of his planet.. he shook those thoughts from his head as pressed on of the runes. The table came to life, some of the runes showing red. These were the ones he had to manually press. Only when all the runes were green would the defenses work. He presses each red rune in turn, changing it to green. At the last red rune, he prayed fervently to the Emperor and pressed. The alarm rang throughout the base as the internal defenses erected disintegrator fields in the doorways, activated the internal guns, and commenced to blow the hell out of anything that had the taint of chaos. How the computer knew friend from foe was a mystery, the computer being constructed from a STC that was now lost in time. Roscoe clipped a small piece of plastic to his lapel that would allow him to walk through the disintegrator fields, and went to see how his dubious allies were faring. He arrived at Central Command in time to see the Dark Angel slaughter the last of the Khorne troops. Roscoe dialed a small device on his wrist and the thick blast doors that closed off Central groaned open. The Base commander and his officers were entrenched in the middle of the room, ready for a last ditch defense against the Chaos traitors. Upon seeing the Inquisitor, they lowered their bolters.
" Is it over?" they asked.
" For the moment, perhaps. I suggest you call the nearest Guard unit and get some replacement troops." Roscoe turned from them to where he had last seen the Dark Angels.
They were gone... Roscoe pondered this for a moment. He turned back to the commander,
" I will stay until reinforcements arrive. Then I must file my report. You have a pleasant day."
" Daddy, where does this go?" asked a small blonde-headed boy of his father.
" Well, let us see what you have got there, Roscoe." His daddy replied, opening the box and surveying its contents.
" These are all books. Take them up to your Mother in the Library."
" Yes Daddy."
Crimean Desoto watched as his little boy trotted of to find his Mother. He placed his hands on the small of his back and stretched, the bones popping back into their rightful places. He squinted up at the blue sky, his thoughts stretching back to his days on Ulani.. His days as a bounty hunter in the reluctant employ of Adeptus Arbites, hunting a band of ruthless criminals known only as " Shadows" Upon the successful destruction of the band, the Arbitrator Judge conscripted Crimean into the Arbitrators. He served faithfully on Necromunda for 10 years before he lost his arm to a hive ganger shotgun. He was sent back to Ulani to live out the rest of his days. He eventually married and had a son, Roscoe. Not wanting Roscoe to follow his footsteps as an Arbitrator or bounty hunter, Crimean took a Mechanicus commission to the Desert planet Masali, where Adeptus Mechanicus was experimenting with new water production technology. Thus, here he was moving into his new quarters. Roscoe seemed to thrive in the arid climate of this planet. He was intensely curious about all the Flora and Fauna of the planet. Roscoe's already blond hair was bleached pure white, his body sported a healthy tan. He was taking lessons from one of the Tech Priests on general mechanics. One small worry was that he was being exposed to other elements of the Imperium as well. Crimean thought about the day when Roscoe would make the choice of what he wanted to do. Would he be a Tech Priest? Or maybe a .....
" Daddy what are those?"
Crimean was jerked out of his reverie to see his son pointing at something on the horizon. He picked up the magoptics and looked through them at the approaching object. It was a vehicle. And it carried what could only be an Inquisitor. Two Imperial Guardsmen and one Inquisitor to be exact.
" Roscoe, go into the house and stay there till I call you."
The vehicle approached at a steady pace. Despite the heat, Crimean felt cold. What could an Inquisitor want? The vehicle pulled up beside the porch. The men got out.
" Pack your bags, your leaving."
Crimean was shocked. " W-Why?" He ventured.
His answer came when the vehicle that the Inquisitor came in was torn into shreds by an explosion. The shrapnel hit him like a blast to the gut. His last thought was of Roscoe....
Roscoe regained consciousness slowly, a cut on his forehead bleeding into his left eye. He raised himself to his knees and shook the cobwebs out of his head. He used the point of his force sword as a cane and pushed himself to his feet. It all rushed back into his head, a gush of memory. He stumbled a little at first, but his steps became increasingly stronger as he made his way to the manual comp station for the internal defenses. The thought of loosing Arx to the forces of Chaos was, well..unthinkable. He reached the station and sat down in the vacant chair. He studied the ancient runes on the table in front of him. He had studied these runes under a Tech Priest when he was little, before the invasion of his planet.. he shook those thoughts from his head as pressed on of the runes. The table came to life, some of the runes showing red. These were the ones he had to manually press. Only when all the runes were green would the defenses work. He presses each red rune in turn, changing it to green. At the last red rune, he prayed fervently to the Emperor and pressed. The alarm rang throughout the base as the internal defenses erected disintegrator fields in the doorways, activated the internal guns, and commenced to blow the hell out of anything that had the taint of chaos. How the computer knew friend from foe was a mystery, the computer being constructed from a STC that was now lost in time. Roscoe clipped a small piece of plastic to his lapel that would allow him to walk through the disintegrator fields, and went to see how his dubious allies were faring. He arrived at Central Command in time to see the Dark Angel slaughter the last of the Khorne troops. Roscoe dialed a small device on his wrist and the thick blast doors that closed off Central groaned open. The Base commander and his officers were entrenched in the middle of the room, ready for a last ditch defense against the Chaos traitors. Upon seeing the Inquisitor, they lowered their bolters.
" Is it over?" they asked.
" For the moment, perhaps. I suggest you call the nearest Guard unit and get some replacement troops." Roscoe turned from them to where he had last seen the Dark Angels.
They were gone... Roscoe pondered this for a moment. He turned back to the commander,
" I will stay until reinforcements arrive. Then I must file my report. You have a pleasant day."