On time as promised, as well as being a bit longer.


Kasrkin Sergeant Apheal was not having a very good day. It wasn't much different from the rest of his days to be honest, he woke up, still realized that he was on some piss poor hive world because his commanding officer was doing his "Inquisitorial duty" of trying to figure out if the current nobility and government were somehow corrupted or traitors. Not real different from the last five worlds except that no one had to be shot at the very beginning. The daily routine was started but before more than a few minutes had passed his boss had ended up knocking on the door and saying there was fifteen minutes to suit up before they ventured into the under hive to go purge some fragging cultist.

Now, instead of sitting back at base waiting for his boss to finish off talks with the local government and brass while drinking a nice cool beverage of local asmec he was stuck in an Emperor forsaken cavern of who knows what location. It would have been a bit more easier to handle, even with the blazing warp portal had sent him here, if he had arrived alone. But no, fate would not give him just some leeway. Of all the people in the Inquisitor's retinue he had to be stuck with the Techpriest.

Now don't get him wrong, Techpriest are great. They keep all the machines in the Imperium in function and are a great help most of the time, even if it was hard to listen to, or even look at them for not even being more than half human anymore. Most of Apheal's time with a Techpreist was before being "drafted" into the Inquisition was around the enginseers of his parental regiment, The Cadian 358th. They were probably the most human like of the machine men bunch, mainly due to them being necessarily incorporated into Guard culture due to them being the best weapon and vehicle mechanics around. That was, if you didn't commit tech heresy or somehow offend the shit out of them. The rest of the Adeptus Mechanicus however, were the creepy Techpriest that most likely spent their time studying in a factory or finding lost archeotect and love to basically alienate every human part to their body, transforming themselves into really scary Fraggers in dark red robes with machine skulls. These also happened to be the bunch who love to make your every day joe into servitors for not nothing but "Being a useless flesh bag is an affront to the Omnissiah."

Unfortunately for Sergeant Apheal, he was stuck with the latter of the two. Apheal had never liked the creepy looking metal man in the first place, but never voiced his oppinions due to being a part of the Inquisitors retinue himself but also for the underlying feeling that if he said anything against the servant of the Omnissiah he would end up as a mindless servitor himself, with or without his boss's permission. Thankfully he didn't have that underlying feeling right now due to the Techpriest being distracted. Though what he was distracted about was probably the most infuriating thing that Apheal had ever dealt with. Instead of dealing with the fact that both of their locators and short range comms were absolutely scrambled by who knows what, or figuring out how to exit the cavern such as how Apheal was doing at the moment he was stopping every few meters to examine the walls and slight layer of dirt that was on the stone floor.

He was studying fucking dirt.

So instead of confronting the techpriest in a reasonable manner, he instead turned and marched towards the machine man with an expression that could melt the armor off a Leman Russ. Upon reaching his comrade that was a mere five feet away, he tapped the man upon his shoulder and waited for the priest to turn around. The techpriest merely spun about, his forward vox speaker crackling with life to speak with Apheal.

"What is it flesh bag, don't you see that I am trying to-" The techpriest got no further in his upcoming statement as Apheal's armored fist slammed into the faceplate of the mechanical man. Though techpriest are often augmented with some of the hardest steel and ceramite our fellow had been foolish enough not to go into battle wearing the standard battle armor of the Mechanicus, instead opting for a much lighter and skinnier looking battle plate. This is why the Kasrkin's fist managed to knock out the adept instead of merely annoying him. The Kasrkin however, recoiled his fist with a few swears before reaching down to the now fallen adept to grab onto his free servo arm.

With a sigh and roll of the eyes, Sergeant Apheal began to trudge down the tunnel , dragging the adept by his left hand, his under slung plasma gun held by the right sweeping the corridors for hostiles.


"Finally" Apheal spoke aloud as he slowly began ascending what appeared to be the final slope, light peaking over the lip of the slope. With an exasperated heave both the adept and Apheal cleared the top of the rise, revealing the long sought entrance to the tunnel. All it had taken was two hours of marching through dark corridors of dirt and stone with only his helmet light and the glow of his plasma gun, but they had finally made it.

"Can you put me down now flesh bag?" The adept called out to the Sergeant, who had been holding his servo arm and dragging him despite the adept waking back up thirty minutes into the walk. It had only taken fifteen minutes more for the adept to realize that no matter how much complaining or even polite asking, the man was not going to release him till the end of the journey. Now, his arm tired from dragging the metal man simply released the servo arm and by extension, the adept, who fell back to the dirt beneath the two before straitening himself. "I will have to report to the Inquisitor about this infringement of Mechanicum personnel." The adept spoke brushing the dirt off his robes as he looking to Apheal who was looking out at his surroundings instead of the Techpriest.

"Well you go ahead and do that, soon as we find the Inquisitor, or for a matter of fact where the hell we are, cause last time I checked we did not leave the hive for some agri-world." Apheal spoke back to the adept, a harsh tone about him as he gazed out towards the landscape. The Kasrkin spoke true, for the once sprawling and cramped cave system had deposited them out into some lush and expansive fields, full of flowers and trees, unlike the underhive as they expected. Apheal breathed deeply, expecting the naturalistic world before them to be some kind of trickery or warp illusion, only to find the air he breathed to completely free of any chemicals or smoke. Warp take him, there wasn't even a damned daemon or cultist in sight, only a few animals and seemingly harmless wildlife.

So it was reasonable that a man that had more of three decades of fighting the forces of the warp and treacherous xenos scum would raise his plasma gun and fired on the nearest wildlife. The blob of plasma sailed through the air, releasing a hissing sound before it landed on its intended target. The small four legged creature screamed out in pain and terror, its skin melting under the superheated mass of blue energy. The rest of the wildlife in the area immediately scattered in fear, running as far they could, leaving the area quite and bare.

"Welp, seems like they're real. Glad they weren't some daemonic trick. Or frakking eldar, Emperor knows they can pull of some mind trick bullshit." Apheal said, lowering his plasma gun in satisfaction. The adept simply sighed, weary of dealing with a blundering and rather simple flesh bag. The two scanned the area with their eyes, looking for anything might give clue to where they were. The area they had walked into was plains like, foot tall grass, a few trees here and there with several types of flowers and small rocks scattered around continuing to the north and east, to the south and west of them, towered a mountain range, as far as the eye could see. The cave the two had ascended from just minutes ago was at the very base, a few hours away from the snow capped peaks it seemed.

"Come on, let's get higher, we need to get a location or something." Apheal called out to his comrade who was bent over inspecting the ground a few feet away. The adept rose at the procession of moving.

"For once I agree with you fleshling." The mechanical man responded back.

"Could you stop it with the whole 'Fleshbag' thing you got going on? It unnerves people you know?"

"Fine, lead the way." The adept raised his hand forward, motioning for Apheal to move upward, pathing up the mountainside. One foot in front of the other, maybe a hand in some places, the pair slowly gained speed as they trekked up the mountain. Onwards and upwards they went, only stopping after a few hours so that Apheal could affix his helmet to not having to worry about the thinner air. The adept remained unhindered by the change and had been collecting small samples the entire time, looking for anything important amongst the surface of the planet. The sun had just begun waning when they finally stopped.

Looking over the valley to the east, Apheal cast his eyes about in search of any form of civilization. "I don't know where to begin. One minute we're purging cultist in the underhive and now we're in a completely clean and seeming un-inhabited valley and mountain range. " Apheal spoke. His comrade once again looked up at him from his position just a bit further down the path.

"I'd advise we descend before nightfall, the reason being that we have no survival equipment, and we have not even reached the peak of the mountains, they still lie above cloud level." Apheal looked behind him, away from the talking techpriest to gaze upward and agree with the fact that mountain stretched farther upwards.

"Why not try and find a way around? See if we could descend to the other side before night fall?" He gazed back down at his companion while voicing the option.

"While I do admire your suicidal instinct to attempt to cross a mountain range in fading daylight, my calculations show that just traversing the rest of the range would take a day at least, and who knows if we can get down the other side." The techpreist let out, an exasperated sigh at his comrade's own basic line of thought. "There is however, if you use your helmet's binocs, to the east of our exact position lies a city. I cannot see the details of the place but it looks advanced enough to be a hub of some local trade, maybe even a small spaceport. There we can most likely find out where we are." He raised his metalic arm, facing dead east.

"What's the distance?" Apheal asked, looking towards the direction the adept had pointed. Sure enough, hugging the skyline there appeared to be a city, several buildings of moderate height. Though Techpriest may be annoying, they are often never wrong. "My helm has a range finder, but not to your own degree I believe."

"A high possibility." The techpriest responded, how the metal man was able to sound smug with a vox for a voice box Apheal had no idea, but the emotion died almost as instantly as it had appeared. "My own rangefinder has given me a fair estimate of around 163 Kilometers from here. If we travel at a marching paste and take adequate time to rest and replenish ourselves, we should arrive in around three days time. Apheal smiled at this. At least now he had directions and some semblance of an objective.

"Good, that means we can make it in two days and a half." He said, turning around to start descending the path.

"Two and half days? What are you trying to do fleshbag, ruin my machine spirits?" The adept turned, looking at the Sergeant who had begun descending the mountainside with what could only be concern.

"I'm more worried about where in the name of the Emperor we are than your fraggin feet Scrap Metal." Apheal yelled back, not halting his rapid descent of the mountain.

" Omnissiah preserve me." The adept spoke to no one in particular, before descending the mountainside in hopes to catch up to his swift companion.


The actual trip towards the city was uneventful. The two barely spoke to one another, and only one had to actually eat substance. Wildlife was caught, survival training was repeated, and an unsettling paranoia crept up upon Apheal. It was not the good kind either, Murphy's law style as in when things are going this well shit will eventual hit the fan. However, it seems the paranoia was just a mindset, for nothing attacked them on their march. In what appeared no time at all the they two stood before the sprawling outskirts of the city.

The two slowed their pace as they walked down the paved streets full of walking citizens and workers, past hover cars and servitors. What was unusual was each citizen seemed to be wearing some very colorful and interesting outfits, almost as if they were nobility by themselves. The one particular thing besides how clean and colorful the city is, was the lack of any Imperial architecture, or Aquilas for that matter. Both men soon found their inner paranoia sparking as they slowly walked around the city. Their first problem came swiftly after.

They had barely been in the city for five minutes before they were stopped by a servitor in bright blue clothing. The machine also had a cap upon its head, and a badge of office. Apheal, having long ago removed his helmet, ran his eyes over the words "Piltover Police Force". An odd name for a city but the uniform was even odder. The servitor didn't even have any forms of equipment on it besides a baton and what appeared to be a stun gun. Hopefully the Arbiters were better equipped. The servitor faced Apheal, before speaking.

"Hello sir, I do not believe I have seen you before, but I must inform you open possession of a weapon in urban areas is a violation of the strict anti-violent pact. If you have a permit I must request it for validation and ask you to follow me to the station for personal identification applications." The machine vocalized in a light robotic tone, looking at the two equally shocked men. Apheal barely got the chance to respond before a servo arm reached over and electrocuted the servitor's neck. The machine fell back unmoving as the volts coursed through its system. Apheal turned to his machine comrade in concern.

"What the frag was that!? Why in the name of the Emperor would you taze a local police servitor?" He nearly screamed at the techpriest. The nearby civilians cleared out as things started to take a turn for the worst.

"Listen here fool. That was not a servitor! That was an Omnissiah damned Man of Iron! To create such beings as artificial intelligence is against the will and law of the Machine God! EVERYONE HERE IS A HERETIC!" The adept screamed at his partner, shocking the man with his raging expression. Just then however, the sirens made themselves heard. Both men suddenly turned as two more Men of Iron rounded the corner, reaching to draw their weapons as they rushed forwards.

They made it a mere three feet before a ball of plasma sailed at the two, melting their uniforms and through their entire upper chest. The bodies didn't even hit the ground before both of the men had started sprinting down the block, heading deeper into the city with the sounds of sirens closing in. They made it past three blocks before the first hover car swooped down behind them, sirens of blue and red casting light at their heels as they tried to turn into alleyways to shake their pursuers. The chase continued into the center of the city.

By now the two had gather what appeared the entire police force around them, with several cars behind them and more spreading out into alleyways with their robotic officers. The two didn't even realize when they sprinted into the city square that they had been surrounded. The two put themselves back to back, plasma gun raised and prepared to fire, a spare laspistol in the hands of his partner. The two did managed to notice none of the robots had begun firing weapons at them, waiting for something to happen. They were about to open fire when a loud feminine voice broke through the surrounding noise.

"Put your weapons down and surrender, we have you surrounded, you will not be harmed." The voice spoke out, waiting for their reactions.

"What's proof that you won't just have a shot afterwards?" Apheal yelled back, eyes dropping down towards the red dot that had suddenly appeared on his chest before snapping his head back up, looking for the sniper.

"For the fact this is Piltover, and that we believe in Humanity over here in this part of the world." The speaker said, her tone bearing confidence of a person who had won.

"And by humanity you mean breaking the Pact of Mars and recreating Men of Iron?" The adept suddenly shouted back, his voice layered with anger.

"The fuck is Mars and Men of Iron boy-o? What world are you even living on to create stuff like that?" The speaker asked, voiced layered with confussion.

"They don't know of Mars? Of the Dark Ages? Just where the frak are we?" Apheal whispered, trying to make sense of the situation

"They have to be heretics, or some sort of Dark Mechanicum allies. There is no way they do not know of the laws." The techpriest whispered back, anger still in his voice.

"You done with your little chat or am I gonna have to order the boys here to subdue you two trouble makers?" The speaker said, the confusion whipped from her voice. The two gazed around, watching as a few more Men of Iron enclosed them into the center, backed by human officers. Apheal didn't like his chances, but hopefully they could survive this without violence. Slowly he lowered his arms, un-slinging the plasma gun, nudging his fellow in the back to also lower his own weapon.

The adept grumbled something about bad ideas and traitors before lowering his own weapon slowly to the ground beneath his robes. The two, now appearing weaponless before the surrounding defenders. "Glad you two came to your senses, was kinda hoping I would have to come out there and beat it into you." The speaker said. In front of the two, the officers spread apart revealing a woman holding a megaphone in her oversized gauntlets. Both the men were taken aback by the apparent leader of the officers. She was dressed in an odd assortment of cloths which somehow matched her bright pink hair that was shaven on one side of head. A small tattoo rested below her right eye, a VI.

"So what the hell are you two ruffians doing in a place like Piltover?"


Author's note: Told you it would be done. To be honest with all of you I will be slamming these out in the objective of getting all of our OC's and main characters into place. I also have no fragging clue on where I'm going to be spawning in the rest of the team. Right now on the Field there is Deathwatch Brother Drakken from the Black Templars, Kasrkin Sergeant Apheal from the 314th Cadian Heavy infantry, and Techpriest Klavius of the Cult Mechanicum. In the next few chapters there will be The Inquisitor, an adept of some sort, a Adeptus Sorita, a Death Korps of Krieg Field Medic, and a Imperial psyker. Hope you all enjoy and I will see you all again on the 16Th.