A/N: A Happy New Year To All and to all, a good Year!

I'd like to give a shout out to Cornelius Maximus for giving me a hand in this series. I have included an OC of his here that would push the story forward. Feel free to read up on his works too. It's quite the show.

Unit 5S-Delta - need not wait any more because it is here

ThatGreenDooredBookshop -glad you liked it. but what are some of the gripes you mentioned? i'm open for criticism if it means my improvement.

OnEternity'sEdge- Your honesty is appreciated. i am still working on my style and it has made its improvements. i only hope i do get better in the long run. More will be said and more will be done so just hang on there.

Apex85 & Guest - he wouldnt be the Batman if he wasnt, haha! it is part of the story and the Arbitrator was not in the best condition and mind when they fought. dont worry though, they'll get their round two soon. regarding the misunderstanding, i am going for a trauma that Batman has yet to cope with thus we are shown a very self destructive mindset.

Parks98 - It never does for these people

Muricalover99 - glad that you do

Guest - regards to the different character backgrounds. Take a page out of the Elseworlds series. Not all aspects of a character are set in stone. I can make Bruce black and gay for an Asian Superman if it would help push for a good story.

Jake- thanks for the heads up. i'll do better and i've fixed up the synopsis errors.

dghornick, Felius, & Guest - regards to the misunderstandings. yes. it is true. the Imperium has nothing to do with the Wayne's death. as fun as that sounds. all will be explained soon. i beseech you for patience

ManwithaPlan - i have no plans of killing Mateus yet

Wom1 - I am so glad that you caught that

patiflops2 - glad you thought so. hope this keeps you entertained for the next one.

OBSERVER01 - wait till you read this!

Robin expected many things inside the helmet. Most of it stemmed from his ego and pride after successfully unlocking it. Excited to gorge himself of what he believed to be a treasure trove of knowledge and data that was serving itself before him on a silver platter.

He hoped to see magnificent worlds beyond planet Earth, the wonders of the greater universe, and the epic battles of awe and glory. But most of all, he had hoped to find answers to the riddle of the man that was the Arbitrator. What he didn't expect was a welcome filled with blinding flurry of lights and an outrageous storm of earsplitting static.

"Something's wrong. Is the Helmet broken?" Robin said to himself as he tapped onto the system's codes once more with his trusty wrist computer.

He had half the mind to rip the Helmet off if his head to spare himself from getting seizure but Robin was made of sterner stuff. He endured the mild annoyance and the noise as he was in a middle of being drowned by sea of data. Feverishly typing counter codes with hopes of finding and fixing the problem.

"The memory file's corrupted." Robin clicked his tongue. "Damn. Can't do anything about that."

No sooner than when he said those words did a series of images began materializing before him. Random images that were far from being in good quality. Or even 360p for that matter. At the very least the video was clear enough to paint a clear enough picture for Robin to understand.

It was a unique experience. To see everything from the literal perspective of the Arbitrator. A first eye view of his every move. There was a video game feel to it as he watched the events played out. Like a cut scene that he can't skip. An entertaining one for sure if only it didn't suffer from a lot of video – or static – that interfered with the recording from time to time.

Sometimes it would just pass by the screen amidst a storm of crackling static that burn his ears. While other times it would skip the entire scene entirely! Throwing Robin to a middle of something entirely different. Lost in a scene with very little to work with. Leaving him scrambling for hints for context and complicated guesswork to simply figure out what was going on before him. That is while dealing with infernal, and ear-splitting static that randomly appears at the same time.

"Well," Robin could only sigh through it all. "Guess it's better than nothing."

It took a while for the screen to become more coherent. Robin soon found himself walking in magnificently large hall at a brisk pace. In front of him was the Helmet's HUD that made the entire experience feel like a video game.

The translucent figures were drawn up on the corner of the screen in visually appealing detail:

A grenade counter on the upper left displayed 2 Frag Grenades and 2 'Krak' Grenades.

An empty counter was displayed on the upper right. Robin surmised that the slot was for his weapons, if video games were to be relied on.

On the bottom right side of the screen was an outline of a full body armor. From his Helmet, to his Gauntlets, across his Cuirass and down to his Greaves.

The bottom right hand corner showed a circular radar displaying 25 feet surrounding the Arbitrator along with a motion tracker that revealed the people around him as blinking lights.

Beyond the Arbitrator's HUD, was a woman in gray leather and silver armor walking ahead of him. There was a powerful air of authority coming from the women leading their entire procession.

Her long black coat flowed at her every step. A wide brimmed capotain hat rested on her head that hid her knotted silver hair. A decorated longsword and a sidearm clinked from her sides. An intimidating presence that somehow demanded absolute obedience. Something that Robin found was similar to how Bruce was around people as the Batman.

Robin surmised the woman as someone of a high military rank but also one that was shrouded with an air of mystery. Like a secret police of sorts perhaps? One that was no different to the German Gestapo or the Russian GRU.

The Arbitrator turned to his side and revealed another woman walking beside him. This one carried herself more like royalty. One that acted with dignity and elegance. And that was what Robin surmised from the way she walked alone. Suffice to say was that this crimson-haired lady was the most beautiful creature he's ever seen.

She was an otherworldly beauty. Something of a piece of art that came straight from a fairy-tale. So much so that Robin considered her as a fairy herself. She was a sculpture of the finest white marble and unmarked by any blemish. A tall and slender creature that was molded to perfection. A stunning portrait that was to be worshipped. An ethereal creature that came straight from his fondest dreams. A goddess that was homaged by a kiss on her red lips and be blessed from a gaze drom her raven black eyes. Eyes that Robin longed to meet with his own.

Enamoured as Robin was, her was not so blind as to ignore that even the finest of roses still bear thorns. Like the dozens of spikes that sprouted out of her armor. Armor that glowed a strange eerie light of dark teal and orange. An elaborate headpiece encompassed her head but left her porceline face exposed. Her crimson hair sprouted from the very top of the headpiece. Akin to a tongue of fire that swayed after her every step.

Robin's heart leapt the moment the woman turned to him and met his eyes. All the crystals and decorum she adorned herself with were nothing compared to her pair of shining emerald eyes. He could look at those eyes forever.

To Robin's surprise, the Arbitrator did not share his sentiment. He could hear the man's soft growl and was no doubt glaring at the woman from under that mask. The red-haired woman in turn looked at him with disgust and scorn before tersely turning away.

"Woah. These two have issues." Robin said. "Wonder what that's all about? They were ready to rip each other's throats off!"

More footsteps were heard marching behind them. This left Robin to wonder if he would get a chance to see more colorful characters in the Arbitrator's party. These thoughts were quickly forgotten however, the moment Robin caught sight of something far more interesting.

The Arbitrator might have his eyes on the path in front of him but his visor was wide enough for Robin to get a good look at what was around him. Out of all things he had hoped to see, Robin didn't expect to find himself inside a massive High Gothic style cathedral.

The building's size and grandeur left Robin in a mouth gaping awe. Breathtakingly stunned to how magnificent it all was. The cathedral's ivory-white color laced in gold screamed holiness. Rows upon rows of intricate pillars that paved their way defined serenity. Pointed arches that converged onto the ceiling and molding themselves into beautiful fan-shaped rib vaults displayed artistry and devotion.

Massive statues stood inside the hollow of every pillar. Every statue depicted a stern faced knights in large suits of armor with a winged skull decorated on their chests. Each held a blazing torch on their right hand while their left rested atop of a sword. Robin felt their piercing eyes following him as he walked by.

No walls were left untouched from epic depictions of various paintings. There were ones with hundreds of soldiers marching to the jaws of the unknown. Of angels leading choirs of hooded peoples. Ones with haloed knights standing gloriously atop of mountains of broken bodies or fearlessly charging into the blades of fearsome monsters. Of hordes of horrific monsters dying in droves. Statues and paintings that were so lifelike that Robin could easily imagine these scenes coming to life.

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The next scene brought the Arbitrator and his retinue in front of a large flight of stairs where a group of 20 brightly dressed Guards stopd waiting. Each wore an elaborate armors of black and blue. Uniforms that brought reverence to the wearer and caution to those who stood before them. They were armed with strange red lit rifles with chords attached to machines on their backs.

Robin expected trouble from the two parties but to his surprise, the Honor Guards dipped their heads and allowed them to pass unimpeded.

As the Arbitrator passed by them, his eyes met with two of the glaring Guards. For a split second, the pupils in the latter's eyes grew wide while flaring their nostrils and stiffening their postires. One gripped tight to their weapons while the other dripped a bead of sweat from his brow.

"At ease, gentlemen." The Arbitrator mocked.

A sense of satisfaction was obvious and he lightly chuckled under his breath. Robin could only wonder what all that was about and was curious to know what the man did to the two.

The marble stairs brought them in front of a massive and highly decorated iron gateway with a Tympanum the size of a building above it. The Tympanum was surrounded by a glorious collage of masterful paintings and thousands of lifelike statues. There were depictions of thousands of cheering men and women waving hundreds of proud fluttering banners with sword like ships flying overhead. There were magnificent figures of a hundred colorful planets that basked in warm golden light shined from the a thousand stars that twinkled just as bright like the real ones.

9 statues of formidable men stood the center of it all. Surrounding the largest statue of the Tympanum, a statue of Monarch sitting upon a Golden Throne. The fact that they were there and the fact that they dwarfed all the other figures declared their prestige and importance over all the others.

Robin surmised them as heroes. Saints. Brothers bound in blood and fellowship. Just like the epic tales of old. A story long told in many books. Every one of them were clad in armor and weapons fit for battle. Each unique to the individual's preference, skill, and identity.

The first one on the upper right depicted a man of striking nobility with short blonde hair in bright blue armor decorated in bronze. A golden halo stood around his head like a laurel crown while a bright shining sword was held under his hands. An ornate "U" symbol acted as his sigil. As seen engraved on his chest. Like an upside down Omega symbol.

The second below that one was stoic faced man with snow white hair. He wore bright yellow armor with a golden eagle displayed on his back. A flowing red cape draped itself behind him while a massive gauntlet was worn on his left hand. His sigil was of a clenched Black fist that was engraved on his pauldrons and his belt.

The third under that one was a titanic black man of pure ebony skin with fearsome eyes that glowed like red embers. The man stood taller than the rest of his comrades and was dressed in large green armor with a white dragon skull acting as one of his shoulder guards. A Black Drake acted as his sigil and carried a black scaled spear as his weapon

The fourth one under him was a wild looking man with long braids of yellow hair. He wore silver armor with a massive direwolf peltvdraped around him like a cape. Coincidentally enough, a wolf's head made for his sigil. A mighty axe and a bright blue sword on each hand were his weapons.

The fifth across him was a pale white man with raven black hair. A pair of silver bladed wings sprouted from his black armor while a sigil of a white raven was engraved on his chest. Staying true to his sigil, the man was armed with long talons that protruded from his gauntlets.

The sixth above that one depicted a square jawed man sporting a short buzz-cut hair. His sigil was of an Iron Hand. A quaint symbol given the fact that the man's own arms were coloured entirely in grey, like iron. His armor was black and white and appeared to be sleeveless to make way for those iron hands of his. The fact that he carried no weapon made Robin assume that those grey arms of his were not just for show.

The seventh above the former had was a man with Asian features. Such as his long thin beard, high cheekbones, and knotted ponytail atop his bald head. There was also a red scar tattoo trailing across his face. This one wore white armor with a thunderbolt sigil on his belt. A curved serrated sword acted as his weapon.

The eighth on the uppermost left was a man with long flowing blonde hair wearing forest green armor laced with spikes. Golden lions adorned his pauldrons and his joints. His sigil was that of a winged sword engraved itself on his chest. A design that was no different from the decorum of the sword he held under his hands.

The ninth was a literal angel that stood above the eight in splendor. He was depicted flying with his head pointed to the heavens and his white wings spread out in all its glory. His ivory feathered wings and kind face almost made his ruby encrusted golden plated armor seem insignificant. A bleeding red heart of the finest rubies and gemstones acted as his sigil. A broken sword acted as his weapon.

As beautiful as the Angel was and as glorious as the other eight Heroes were, none compared to the titanic statue of their King who sat upon a golden throne. Light itself emanated from the king's very figure. Not from his stunning golden armor. Neither did it come from his glorious halo crown in the shape of a blazing sun. Nor was it from his fiery blazing sword he had pointed at the ground. The statue depicted him as the sole source of light in the pitch black darkness that surrounded him.

It was an awesome spectacle. The King's light encompassed every statue that laid eyes on him. His light that made the twinkling stars and hanging lanterns pale in comparison.

His face did not depict him as being a cruel overlord or as an indifferent ruler. He was instead depicted as a man with a gentle smile. One that displays his benevolence. His pride over his creations. His love for all. He had a face that gave hope for all who stood by his side. A face that ensures a bright future from all that was unknown.

At least, that was how Robin percieved things. Simply looking at it made his own heart soar. He knew nothing of the man yet he couldn't help but look at him in awe. Though the video quality was poor and the pixels marred the screen, Robin could still see the statue of that King looking at him with pride. The kind of look that he longed for Bruce to give him as a father would.

The Arbitrator clearly felt the same. While the others have moved on through the gate, he instead paused and gazed upon the statue.

"In the name of the Imperium." Robin heard the Arbitrator whisper to himself. "And to your Loyal Sons."

He kissed fore-fingers and pressed them to his chest before quickening his pace to catch up with the others. He pushed his way past the black armored soldiers marching with them and went to his old position behind the silver haired woman.

XXXXXXX

The mood abruptly transformed once the screen became coherent again. The serenity and the holiness from earlier was exchanged with a commotion of bustling activity in a massive chamber more akin to a stock exchange. Hundreds of desk jockeys in near identical military uniforms dutifully worked along dozens of rows in front of a screen. Every one of them spoke incomprehensibly either their headsets or to each other.

"Its a command bridge." Robin said as his mind tried to digest what was around him. "I'm inside a ship. I'm in space!"

Seven massive windows displayed the vast curtain of black space in all its glittering glory with millions of stars. Almost something akin to what you'd find in a public aquarium. The front three windows also showed the ship's upper deck that stretched on for miles. The deck itself was decorated in High Gothic fashion with the only differing aspect were the dozens of massive cannons and hundreds of smaller batteries aligned atop of it.

Sword-shaped battleships with eagle shaped prows flanked them. Each looked just as formidable, armed, and grand as their ship but not as large. In fact, they were smaller compared to the ship the Arbitrator was in by a large margin. Their escorts might as well be toy ships next to a row boat given the size of the ship he was on. Either case, Robin found himself in a fleet that was readying itself for war. But the question was, to where and against who.

Ever a sucker for details, Robin began to realize something the more he looked at what was around him. The style and decorum of the command bridge were strangly familiar from the cathedral he saw from the previous scene.

It was there that realization dawned upon Robin. That the cathedral he saw from earlier and the command bridge he was looking at now were one and the same!

"Who puts a cathedral in a space ship?!" Robin jolted forward.

His mind flashed to the cathedral aisles he saw earlier. The ones with columns that were stories tall. The domes that were miles overhead. The steps that challenged St. Peter's Basilica in Rome. Thetympanum with the life sized statues that was as big as a building. Not one of those said anything about them being in space. Let alone be possiblely built inside a space ship.

"My God." Robin wondered. "Just how big is this place?"

A racket of black and white static started munching on the screen. Just as the Arbitrator and his retinue approached the center of the ship's command center. There they met the ship's captain. A gaunt looking man wearing a single breasted blue uniform filled to the brim with colorful ribbons and shining medals. Next to him were other officers in matching attires.

"Inquisitor." The commodore motioned to the woman in black and reached out an open hand. "The cr(static)w and I bid you welcome to the Eternal Vigilance."

"Commodore Vivek." The Inquisitor grasped the hand and gave it firm shake. "It is good to be back ho(static)."

"All have been arranged in your absence, Inquisitor." Commodore Vivek reported with a warm smile. "We are about to depart for (static) within the next quarter of the hour. Right on schedule."

"Good." The Inquisitor replied. She turned to the other officers and nodded. "Officers."

"Inquisitor." The officers saluted as one.

With a wave of her hand, the Inquisitor dismissed them all, save for the commodore. The formers set off to their respected posts after a crisp salute.

The commodore nodded back with a warm smile but that quickly soured the moment he laid eyes on the red headed woman. The same could be seen in the faces of the other officers before leaving. Robin was surprised by this turn out. He didn't expect that the hostility to be shared by everyone in the room and not just by the Arbitrator.

"Commodore Vivek, I introduce you to the Eldar Yizreel. Leader of, what could only be tra(static)ated to as, Avengers of Eldanesh. She is a guest in our ship and will be aiding us in (static). Inform your crew to treat with courtesy."

The Commodore and some of the other crew members nearby did not look too pleased by the announcement. The entire command bridge halted in its tracks and fell silent to the point that you could hear a pin drop. The crew displayed expressions of shock. Some seething anger with their hands hovering above their holsters. Most simply glared at the red headed woman. Mouthing curses and gestures to either each other or to her.

"If I could be frank, Madame Inquisitor." Commodore Vivek retorted. "For many of your loyal servants and crew. (static) find an alien in their midst is…more than incomprehensible. There will no doubt garner complaints an(static) offenses."

"I expected as much." The Inquisitor said dryly.

The Inquisitor walked towards the helm of the command bridge. A spot that had her tower over everyone in the entire room and caused everyone to fall silent. From the lowliest of desk jockeys, to the holy red-cloaked persons, and to the regal attending officers. All watched in attention to the woman standing tall and proudly above them.

The Inquisitor made the announcement with a calm yet cold voice

"Any concerns or complaints any person here has regarding the presence of our Eldar guests (static) are to be delivered directly to me. I will perso(static)ly take into account of each and every one of your inquiries, one-on-one. You all know where to find me. (static) That is all."

That said, the Inquisitor walked away from the helm. She did not even care to dismiss and watch for ever man and woman sheepishly return to their duties. The Arbitrator however remained. It was there that Robin saw the looks in the crew's eyes. There he realised that being in the same room with the Inquisitor must be a more terrifying fate than anything for the people in their ship.

"Have I made things clear enough, Commodore?" The Inquisitor asked.

"I will make sure to relay it down the line." Commodore Vivek replied dutifully. Without a missing a step. "But just as long as THIS x(static) behaves herself in turn."

The commodore pointed that one out to the red haired woman. The woman Robin mistakenly thought was named Eldar. Eldar Yizreel admirably took no offense to the obvious disdain the officer had on her. She simply locked eyes with him. Acknowledging him with uncaring eyes. The commodore simply huffed in turn and subtly cracked his knuckles.

"I take it that this one here will be keeping an eye on that thing then?" Commodore Vivek asked the Inquisitor while motioning to the Arbitrator. His tone towards him were as cold as the one he gave Eldar Yizreel.

"With two eyes preferably, Commodore." The Arbitrator replied indifferently.

"Be wary that you won't lose both, Mon'Keigh." Eldar said icily.

"A fair trade (static)for your head, Xeno." The Arbitrator countered venomously. "Doubt your kind c(static) grow THOSE back."

"Save those threats in a more opportune time, Arbitrator." The Inquisitor said before turning to Eldar. "Bringing you here was already a controversial affair, Eldar. More so is this Alliance of ours the(static) hangs by a thead as it is. Now, can you behave like a good Xeno (static) or will am I to send you back to your ship through the airlock?"

"Very droll, Inquisitor. Let us not sta(static) in ceremony then." Eldar Yizreel replied. "We have much to discuss (static)."

Before Robin could know more, the static swallowed up the whole screen in a sea of black and white pixels.

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The video noise subsided and the scene remained on the Command Bridge. The Eldar Yizreel was missing in the room – much to Robin's disappointment. But apart from that, little has changed to his surroundings. He wouldn't realize how wrong he was until the audio finally caught up with him.

Robin was jolted from his seat from the booming racket around him. The entire command bridge was in disarray. The desk jockeys worked feverishly in their posts while barking messages to each other or to their comlinks. All save for Commodore Vivek who stood tall and unmoved at the helm of the bridge like a bronze statue. His composure remained cool and collected but his once kind eyes displayed the same ferocity as his ship's guns that shook the very ground beneath their feet.

"Starboard broadsides! Fire!" Commodore Vivek commanded with his arms thematically outstretched. "Lascannon batteries! Fire!"

The Arbitrator followed the officer's hand to the window. Watching the ship fire a barrage of cannon fire and beams of laser blasts at a group of enemy ships that were no more than dots in the distance. The hell they unleashed shook the ground beneath their feet. Coating the black void with streams of silver smoke and bright red beams that turned the enemy into a furious blaze of explosions.

The enemy however did not sit idly by while their fleet was being shredded to pieces. They retaliated with their own volley of torpedoes and launched hundreds of fighter crafts that gathered like a massive swarm of insects.

"Redirect power to starboard Void shi(static)s! 60%!" Commodore Vivek ordered with a booming voice. "Deploy interceptors! Defense Batteries! FIRE!"

At his command, the Eternal Vigilance deployed dozens of small fightercrafts. All formed up in orderly V-formations. A stark contrast to the enemies' disorganized swarm. The two groups clashed with a flurry of gunfire and explosions. Formations were scattered as individual fighters dueled one another in acrobatic duels that spread out for miles. Each ending with a spectacular explosion. Most of whom were from the enemies' rickety ships that were too bulky and slow compared to the more heavily armed and nimble ships.

These were losses that they could spare however as 2 more eagerly took their place to avenge to each of their fallen. Yet despite their living swarms with its sea of red hot bullets, many were easily destroyed by the human's agile crafts and by the Eternal Vigilance's Anti-aircraft fire. Some of the human's fighters were destroyed however but at the cost of every 10 enemy ships. It did not take long for that swarm to be routed. Foolishly dispersing and allowed the human fighters to easily hunt them down in piecemeal.

The skirmish ended as quickly as it began with the remaining human fightercrafts limping back to the ship. The crew cheered at the sight of the burning remains of the enemy drifting amidst pillars of smoke. Even the Arbitrator joined in by applauding ecstatically. The only ones who did not join in the revelry were the Inquisitor, who remained impassively seated on her high chair, and Commodore Vivek who did not waste a second to deliver the next set of commands.

"Helmsman!" The Commodore ordered. "(static)rn 30 degrees to port! Put us back in the main fight! Enginseer! Get the Nova Cannon ready for—"

"Xeno reinfo(static)s on the starboard bow!" An officer called out.

All eyes turned to the starboard bow and true enough, 4 silhouettes appeared from behind the thick wall of smoke. Those emerged as fully armed Battleships that has their course straight towards them in a straight line formation. They were larger from the ships that they destroyed a few seconds ago but were utterly unimpressive and unsightly at the same time. At least in Robin's eyes.

They were a mismatched collection of junk and scrap metal that looked like it was meshed together by an overzealous art student who had no talent. Not one of those ships were identical in any way but what they do have in common were their shoddy appearance and ugly aesthetics. Plumes of smoke belched out from its burning engines and from the forest of pipes that popped out from nowhere. Debris spilled out from its every open crevice. Plates of their so called armor might as well have been taped together since some were flapping on the ship's Hull like bird's feathers. To top it off, hundreds, if not thousands, of guns messily stuck out of them like porcupine quills.

How something like that was able to function properly was beyond Robin's knowledge. He half expected it to fall apart easily from the slightest impact from a solid object. Or in this case, after one volley of the Eternal Vigilance's guns. Robin could not have been more wrong as those ships came at them in a straight line formation and stubbornly shrugged off every blast that struck it. Their grotesque figurehead of a sharp toothed beast grinning at them amidst the flames and wreckage splattering on its face. Welcomingly eating every shell and beam of light that found its way into its gaping maw.

"They use each other as living shields." The Arbitrator remarked to himself. "Sacri(static)g the front most ship to spare the others from our barrage whilst still pressing forward. How fitting."

"The fools aim to ram us!" Commodore Vivek cried. "Let them try! They foolishly crossed the T! We will send that pathetic excuse of a fleet to Hell! Voidsmen of the Imperi(static). UNLEASH THE EMPEROR'S WRATH!"

"FOR THE EMPEROR!" Everyone cried in unison.

The ship shook once more as it unleashed a barrage of heavy cannon fire at the closest enemy ship. Explosions and gouts of fire spread on the ramshackle ship's front prow. Demolishing its piggish figurehead to molten metal and turning many of its guns to scrap. More explosions followed only this time it came from inside the enemy ship. Collateral as the damage it took was, the Commodore's attack did little to halt the enemy ship's advance.

"Helmsman! 70 degrees star(static)d! Drop the bow at 20 degrees!" Commodore Vivek commanded. His voice remained powerful and unperturbed. "Keep up the pressure with the cannons! (static)pare torpedoes to launch! Charge up the Nova Cannon!"

The ship followed suit and groaned as it turned to face the enemy vessels. The frontwards bow dipped its head. Allowing all upper deck turrets in both the starboard and port side to fire on the first incoming ship.

"Torpedoes, deploy!" Commodore Vivek's commanded. "All batteries, FIRE!"

A flurry of lasers struck the enemy ship in a blink of an eye. Melting the cobbled steel that exploded the moment a salvo of shells collided with it. The ship's snarling bow

Damaged as it already was, the smoke enveloped enemy ship had the gall to shoot back. Torpedoes and missiles from both sides struck each other midway in a flurry of explosions. Many however managed to break through and flew towards them only to explode prematurely after colliding on an invisible field of energy. The enemy thankfully did not share the same fortune as the missiles and laser blasts struck them at full force. Some enemy missiles managed to break through the shields however and one took out one of the larger Lascannon batteries.

"Enemy fighters incoming!" An officer called out. "Permission to deploy interceptors?"

"Request denied, Left-tenant." Commodore Vivek replied.

"Our shields are going down, s(static)!" The same officer reported. "I insist that we retaliate before we lose our guns!"

"Your concerns are duly noted, Left-tenant. But the E(static)ror knows that we will not fall against this paltry attack."

"But the damage we'll sustain—" The Officer insisted.

"Is acceptable for the time being." The Commodore silenced him.

Admirable as his words were, it did little to hold back the tide. The shields have gone down by then and the enemy fighters have begun strafing on the Eternal Vigilance's upper deck. The AA guns were hard pressed against the swarm and many slipped past their field of fire. By the time the enemy have made their rounds and retreated, 2 of the ship's heavy cannonswere destroyed while another one was disabled. Numerous crewmen were no doubt killed judging by the destruction the enemy left in their wake.

"Nova Cannon is ready, sir!" Another Officer requested. There was panic in her tone.

"Good. Fire on my c(static)mand alone." Commodore Vivek commanded. Much to the shock of the crew. "Keep up the barrage. Concentrate fire on that scrap heap!"

"What the heck is he waiting for?" Robin asked aloud. Skeptical of the Commodore's actions. The suspense and the direness of their situation was killing him inside.

Even the Arbitrator was skeptical to the Commodore's designs.

"It's not enough." He observed as he turned to the Inquisitor.

Not a sign of alarm was hinted in his tone.

Looking to the side, he found the Inquisitor completely unperturbed by their dire circumstances. She sat silently on her throne with her chin resting on her hand while the other lazily tapped on her bronze seat. Her steely eyes however glared towards the battle with intensity.

She must have heard what the Arbitrator said since she turned to him with her dark purple eyes and etched a smirk. Almost as though she was teasing the Arbitrator with something he did not know.

"Be patient and keep watch, (static) Less you miss it." The Inquisitor was all she said to him before turning her sights back to the fight.

"Emperor preserve us. Deliver us fro(static) our enemies." The Arbitrator whispered to himself. Speaking as though saying it in prayer. Obviously doubting the Inquisitor's confidence on the mad Commodore.

Robin felt the tension but held his tongue and watched with expecting eyes. As luck would have it, the enemy ship that was in the middle of barreling towards them, unexpectedly turned its course. A chain of explosions erupted from that ship's rear while its hull began to break apart.

Reinforcements immediately came to mind. Help arriving to save them. One could only imagine the look on the boy's face once he realized that only half of that was true. Indeed they were blessed by good fortune, but not from any ally they knew off. The enemy ship was blown off course by one of its own allies from behind. The latter plowed through them like a runaway train and sent the former spinning out of course.

"Impatient sons of bitches are (static)ng our job for us." The Arbitrator summed up Robin's confusion.

Eager for battle, the enemy attacked their wounded ally with hopes of getting their turn to fight. Robin could only gawk at the enemy's stupidity and bloodlust. Shocked by how little they think of their allies that they would eagerly destroy their own just to satisfy their primitive needs.

"Indeed they are." The Inquisitor replied. "The Emperor provides the faithful. That much is certain."

"Amen." The Arbitrator agreed.

As impressive as the scene was, the tide has yet to fully shift to their favour. Two ships were now in view and both were still in the fight. The damaged first ship slowly spun aimlessly into space but still struggled to get back to its feet. The second one careened towards them a swarm of enemy fighters and waves of torpedoes. The third enemy ship also appeared into view not far behind the second ship with its own swarm of fighters close at hand.

"With that (static), they fall right into our hands." The Inquisitor said confidently.

"NOVA CANNON! FIRE!" Commodore Vivek commanded. Much to the fanfare of th crew.

A bright pulsating blue light emitted from the Eternal Vigilance's prow. Launching a projectile that left ripples of energy in its wake. Thousand miles of miles were covered in a blink of a second before disappearing in the midst of the enemy.

Robin feared that it was a dud before he was suddenly blinded by a flash of white light. Sound cannot be carried in the vacuum of space but Robin could have sworn that he felt his insides shudder from the hair rising might that the Nova Cannon had unleashed. It left no explosion in the distance. No shrapnel. No debris. All it left was a searing blue ball of light that shined as bright as a small star before disappearing in a blink and taking the three battlecruisers with it. The three and their fleet of star fighters were all but a memory. Turned into nothingness and dust.

As beautiful as all that was, Robin couldn't help but be fearful of its sheer power. The Nova Cannon was no more than a doomsday weapon. One that could easily destroy the better part of a planet or an entire moon. The lives it could take and has already taken goes beyond his imagination. It was a terrifying reality as it was.

Only one enemy ship remained from the original four but it did not survive the blast unscathed. Fire broke out on its hull while massive storms of electricity lashed out from its many gaping wounds. The poor old thing had already begun to fall apart and began limping away from the battle.

"Xeno battlecruiser is on the retreat." An officer reported amidst the crew's cheers, "Sha(static) we pursue?"

"No need. It appears that she will be dealing with our scraps." Commodore Vivek motioned to a small spacecraft that zoomed passed them. Leaving behind a bright trail of light as it engaged the retreating enemy battle cruiser. "Turn us about, Helms(static)n."

The Commodore turned his sights to the port side of the ship as it slowly charted to a new course. The Arbitrator on the other hand kept his sights on that curious tiny vessel that raced alongside the wounded enemy ship's side. It was a tiny ship compared to the hulking patchwork monstrosity. Like a fly that buzzes around a bleeding hog. Moving speedily through complex and flashy maneuvered while blasting it apart with its bright beams of light while dodging the storm of gunfire unleashed by what working weapons the behemoth had left.

The enemy fired with wild abandon. Some even shot at each other by mistake while others blew up all on their own. Thus making it easier for the tiny ship to strike at the enemy's weak points and quickened the behemoth's destruction. One point blank shot into the enemy's command bridge sent what's left of the burning wreck crashing into a nearby asteroid in a fiery explosion.

The tiny ship on the other hand was miles away by then and zoomed past the Eternal Vigilance's bridge, thus giving Robin a good view of its features. Unlike the Eternal Vigilance's eagle shaped design that was shared by the other ships in their fleet, this one was more akin to a sports fish. Complete with wide electrical like fins. It also looked sleeker and more advanced than the others Robin had seen in the fleet.

Victorious as that tiny ship was, none of the staff applauded. The Arbitrator was also not at all impressed. Instead he growled and grasped onto the railings tightly. He would have no doubt been scowling the entire time.

"The Eldar requests…to embark onto our Cruiser." Commodore Vivek said with visible hesitation. "They claim to be in need of repair(static). It will not take long, they say."

"Arrogant (static)itch." The Arbitrator remarked under his breath.

"So be it." The Inquisitor replied. "They are allies at present and have shed their fair share of blood against our enemies. Hangar (static) is vacant, yes?"

Her response must have been a shock to him since he quickly turned his sights towards her. The railings he was holding wined as it bent at the same time. The woman however either didn't notice him or ignored him completely.

"It is ma'am." Commodore Vivek replied.

"You have your orders then." The Inquisitor dismissed him.

"It will (static)e done." Commodore Vivek saluted and left.

"Captain Lev!" The Inquisitor called out.

Not a second passed before a clean shaven man in dark blue armor and a beret appeared in front of her.

"Captain Herzt Lev, of the Tempestus Scions. (static)orting for duty, sir!" Captain Lev said enthusiastically with a stiff salute.

"Report to Hangar 3. Oversee the Eldar." The Inquisitor ordered. "Bring the Arbitr(static)or. And make sure that everyone there behaves."

"Yes, sir!" Captain Lev saluted once more before marching off.

The Arbitrator however remained.

"Permission to speak freely, Madame Inquisitor?" The Arbitrator asked.

"No you may not, Ar(static)ator Nidarr." The Inquisitor responded with an impatient hand. "I already know what you are going to say and I tire of it."

"Madame—" the Arbitrator motioned to speak and was but was quickly silenced by a simple stern glance by the Inquisitor.

"Listen well, boy." The Inquisitor said. "There are more to this univ(static)se than the Imperium's Laws. As well as the Holy Truth. Our enemies are nume(static)s and not bound to our scriptures. To overcome them. To stop them (static)ore their filthy seeds can bear fruit. One must (static)t those circumstances. Even our Glorious Emperor is not spared from that. More so against the Enemy, boy."

The Arbitrator peered at the people around them. As though trying not to be overheard.

"You speak of heresy Inquisitor." The Arbitrator hissed.

The Inquisitor abruptly stood up from her seat and grabbed the Arbitrator by his coat. Harshly pulling him close with her face to his ear.

"Heresy." The Inquisitor scoffed. "I know of no better excuse to end a losing argument, my naïve acolyte. The Progenium has worked a little too well on you, Mateus. It has blunted your imagi(static)n and narrowed your mind. The Emperor's Will, though absolute, can only take you so far before the universe spits somethi(static) harder your way. You still have much to learn. And learn it fast."

"That witch and her kind cant be trusted." The Arbitrator persisted.

The Inquisitor pushed him away. Once again, she reappeared in the screen.

"Trust was nestaticr on the table, boy." The Inquisitor saidwhile straightening out the Arbitrator's collar. "Why else do I always put you two in the same room? That Xeno is s(static) a means to an end. A valuable asset to me as she was to my old mentor. No different from you are. You'd do well to rem(static)ber your rank, Arbitrator. Before (static) day comes I find myself a more useful replacement. Dismissed."

"Yes, Inquisitor!" The Arbitrator begrudgingly obeyed and gave a crisp salute before walking away.

Trickles of static began to rummage the screen once more just as the Arbitrator met up with Captain Lev at the foot of the staircase. The Officer went on to say something as they walked but his voice became garbled just as the video noise became erratic.

"Give it up, (static)tor." The Captain said supportively. He tried to pat the Arbitrator in the shoulder but backed off the moment he met the man's eye. "Her title puts her above a lot of things."

"Nothing stands above the law, Cap(static)ev." The Arbitrator replied dismissively. "Less she be the Emperor Himself."

Sound became disoriented by now. Drowning out anything coherent from the exchange between the two. As the two walked, Robin was shown a glimpse of the battle happening above them. The threat the Eternal Vigilance just faced was no more than a paltry force compare to the massive fleet that appeared before them. Scores of explosions, whizzing missile fire, and scattered debris from ruined ships littered the void. The amount of those smoldering remains made it clear that this battle has been happening for quite a while now.

More of these massive ramshackle ships numbered in the hundreds. Burning the black curtain with their furious hell spouting engines. Relentlessly they fired at the beleaguered human ships. Clumsily ramming them from all sides until the latter blew up to pieces. It costed them more ships to destroy one of the human's sword ships but these were losses that they can accept. Ten more were ready to take their place. The humans in turn could barely keep up as many fell prey to the ludicrous amount of gunfire the enemy unleashed on them.

How they could have survived this was beyond Robin's machinations but the answer would never come to his reach because the screen turned to sand once more.

XXXXXX

Various silhouetted figures appeared amidst the soup of video noise. Figures that moved erratically and indescribably that it made Robin dizzy from simply looking at them. Sounds of gunfire and explosions were heard in the background. Adding itself to the already insufferable noise. The chaos thankfully parted and presented him an entirely new scene. A scene that gave the Boy Wonder a taste of the grimdarkness that was to come.

Robin found himself inside a dimly lit hall. A far cry from the bright cathedral and the glorious command bridge from before. Echoes of gunfire and shouting amidst the clashing of steel were heard all around him while thick smoke polluted the air. The blaring red lights of alarm only made the place looked very sinister and more gruesome given by the amount of corpses littered around them. From both human and alien alike.

In front of him, lying flat on the ground under him, was a defeated foe. It was a creature with an unrecognizable bloodied face. An alien that was beaten to a pulp by the inch of its life with its eyes gouged deep into its sockets.

Robin had mistaken this creature for a Martian because of its green skin. He pitied it as it coughed out globs of blood and spat pieces of its shattered teeth as it laid on its side. The Arbitrator did not share this concern as he punched the alien with a booming shout. The punch was strong and shattered bones. A strike that would have no doubt kill the poor alien or knocked it out cold. A shame that it didn't.

The Arbitrator was prepared to throw another punch when he was abruptly kicked by a heavy boot that sent him careening onto the floor. It was here that Robin realized his folly on these aliens.

"That's not a Martian." Robin realized as he saw the massive menacing creature towering over them in a better light. A far cry from it.

The alien was massive. Looking down on them with its heavy brow that shaded the bloodlust in its eyes. Solid muscles made up every crevice of its body underneath a layer of leather thick skin. Green skin that was poorly concealed underneath armor made out of mismatched pieces of scrap metal. Humanoid as it was, its figure was more ape-like than man with long and heavy arms nearly scraped the floor as it walked and a heavy jaw that carried a wide collection of jagged dagger-like fangs.

"Oy! Dat's ma chum ya ju(static) clobber'd, 'Umie!" The alien gutturally spoke while clanging its bloody axe on the floor.

"He sealed his fate the moment you stepped (static)to this vessel, Ork." The Arbitrator sneered. "As have you."

With a flick of his wrist, he unsheathed a heavy looking mace that emitted a bright hue of crackling electricity.

"Allow me to reunite t(static) two of you in hell." The Arbitrator challenged.

"WAAAAAAAAGH!" The Ork yelled as it charged. Leaping high in the air with its axe raised high.

The Arbitrator caught it with his buckler where it deployed into a much larger shield that emitted a faint hum and a light blue field. The axe was deflected by a powerful force that threw itself from the Orks hand. Sending it spinning harmlessly in the dark.

That same force pushed the Ork back. Leaving itself open for the Arbitrator to strike it on its leg with his mace. Bending the fat limb in two and sending the alien to tumble forward mid-air before falling hard on its back.

The Arbitrator did not hesitate to quickly dropping his mace on the Ork's head with three heavy blows that turned its head into paste.

"That…makes 10." The Arbitrator said in between heavy breaths.

His heartrate shown in his HUD had it beating at a rapid rate. That, and his trembling hands showed signs of exhaustion. Robin could only wonder how long he has been doing this.

"Emperor provide… me G(static)tealers anyday." The Arbitrator spoke while injecting himself with a syringe between the gaps of his armor on his wrist. "And spare me. The stench of these Greenskins."

The drug increased his heartrate and eased his breathing. It did not provide the rest he needed but it provided him with the strength to keep going. But for how long and at what cost is up to debate. Robin was all too familiar with the myriad of possible side effects of overdosing on performance enhancing drugs.

"By the Throne." The Arbitrator held onto his chest as he coughed out blood. "How (static) I still alive?"

Not soon after his victory over the headless Ork did the sounds of frantic footsteps were heard from another corridor ahead of them. Four injured men emerged bloodied and wounded out into the Hall. Running like the devil was hot in their heels. They stopped in their tracks the second they spotted the Arbitrator.

"HEL-" one of the men shouted at him before he was cut in half by a storm of bullets.

The man's other comrades were shot down as well by a ravenous barrage. The ones doing the shooting boomed with war cries and ecstatic bellowing that were much louder than their own boisterous guns. What emerged out of that hall were more of those green-skins with massive fists, blood coated blades, and smoking hot guns. They were a large group. In both the literal sense in terms of their size but also by their numbers.

6 by Robin's count. 6 massive muscular Orks armed with brutal and bloodied weapons next to their massive firearms made out of scrapmetal. All 6 of them made a wide cat-like grime the moment they caught side of the Arbitrator. Their next prey. All 6 of them looked at him hungrily with eyes drowning with bloodlust. Almost like they were savoring the fine meal that was to come.

"Lerks loike we gots usse(static)lfs 'nuther u'mie, boyz" the largest Ork pointed at the Arbitrator. "Lerks loike a fighta! An' a odd one, too."

"'E no look so tuff, Boss." Another Ork spoke. "Lemme 'ave a crack at 'im!"

The Boss Ork stupidly pondered about it before spitting out its comically large cigar.

"(static) Don't lose yer 'ead." The Boss Ork said before pushing that same Ork forward. The latter took out its massive club and licked its dirty yellow teeth hungrily.

"I'll make sure he does,." The Arbitrator retorted without a sliver of fear heard in his voice.

The Orks laughed aloud at this. All except that other Ork who instead fumed and gripped its mace so tight that it could almost snapped.

"Chou got a big mouth, 'umie." The Ork said.

"And an uglier one with yours." The Arbitrator retorted with a bored tone. "So are you (static) coming or what?"

"GOOOOOOAAAAAAAAERRR!" The Ork roared and charged at him.

The Ork did not make it past five steps before the Arbitrator shot it with his pistol. Two deafening quick blasts erupted. Two of its knees exploded in a mess of blood and bones. Both circumstances sent the lumbering beast stumbling forwards and fell onto the floor. Yet in a last and desperate attempt to defeat its foe, the Ork raised its mace. Intending to cleave its enemy in two before falling to the ground.

But even this was denied by the Arbitrator when he quickly shot that Ork's hand off. Turning everything above its wrist into a fine red mist. Figuratively and literally disarming the hot blooded beast. The Ork didn't seem to have noticed its maimed hand until it had dropped on its bloodied knees. It looked at its mangled hand stupidly before turning its angered gaze at the Arbitrator who was now towering over him.

"Pathetic." The Arbitrator sneered.

Unarmed, incapacitated, and seconds away from death, the Ork could do little else other than make a bellowing roar that displayed a wide mouth filled with rows of deshevelled and rotten teeth. A fIlthy display that was quickly silenced when an iron mace came crashing down its oversized head.

One blow caved in the Ork's thick skull. Popping its eyes out from its sockets and its tongue lashed out from its mouth. The second blow shattered its skull. Splattering its blood and brains all over the place. Including the Arbitrator's own visor. A view that made Robin upchuck something in his throat. The third and last blow sent the oversized cadaver slamming at a nearby wall with a loud splat.

"Next?" The Arbitrator mocked remaining Orks before shooting one of them with his pistol.

Blowing up an eye didn't kill the alien, but it did make it blind, and angry. The Arbitrator only had time to shoot once more before the other Orks fired back. That one bullet, though fired prematurely, struck the biggest Ork in its right trigger hand. The Arbitrator only caught glimpse of that Ork cursing and waving its hand wildly before taking cover behind his small buckler.

"DAKKA! DAKKA! DAKSTATICKA! DAKKA! DAKKA! STATICKA!" The Orks screamed. The audio was going haywire from the booming noise.

Loud boisterous gunfire engulfed the entire hall from an unrelenting barrage of hot white bullets that pierced the air. Sparks and bullet holes littered the hall as they struck or richoteted on the walls and the floor.

Three massive rounds already struck him before he managed to deploy the buckler into a much larger shield that sang as the never ending hail of lead clanged harmlessly against its steel. Only the small viewport on the shield was his only safe window to keep keep an eye on his ecstatic enemies amidst the onslaught.

It was through that viewport that Robin noticed the fruits of the Arbitrator's recent labours. Those two bullets, despite not succeeded in killing the two beasts, managed to slightly tilt the scales to the Arbitrator's favor.

The Ork carriying a heavy cannon was the one he shot at in the eye. It fired a powerful yet slow gun with massive bullets that could cut a man in half with one shot. Blinded by its own blood, the Ork won't be able to shoot an elephant standing in front of him. The Ork Boss on the other hand lost two of its front fingers. Fingers that would have helped using its double barreled machine gun a lot easier. Lacking the digits and slicking his spares with blood, the best the large Ork could do was fire in short clumsy bursts.

The rest only carried bulky pistols but this did not make them any less dangerous. By dumb luck, a few slugs struck the Arbitrator's legs. His HUD blared red from the damage, but the Arbitrator did not complain. Nor did he make a sound when a slug tore through his leg. The damage quickly became too severe and he was forced to kneel to the ground so his shield could cover them too.

"Ragh!" The Ork Boss suddenly yelled. It tossed its gun to the side and unsheathed its giant machete. "Time ta bust skullz, boyz! Rip im up!"

"WAAAGH!" The other Orks cried as they unsheathed their own blades.

Doom came in the form of 6 Orks coming at him like mad bulls. Beasts who shook the ground with their every step. Brutes who went pushing and shoving at each other in the narrow corridors. Each warrior selfishly longing to draw first blood.

If it were Robin on the reins, he would have retreated. Relocate and take them down one by one in a more advantageous location because chances of facing even one of those beasts mean certain death. But he was not in control of this story. The Arbitrator instead stood his ground. Readying his weapons to face them had on.

With a loud grunt, the Arbitrator braced against an axe that crashed onto his shield. A blue light lit the rims of the shield and deflected the Ork's blow. That same Ork was thrown back and collided with one of its comrades to the floor. Another axe was deftly blocked by his mace and moved it as to leave the Ork open for a blow with his shield. The solid steel plate displaced its jaw and took out a handful of its teeth.

"Aagh!" The Arbitrator cried when a serrated blade struck him othe side.

The blade did not penetrate his armor but it did punch him off a few inches from the ground. A painful experience no doubt that must have costed him a few ribs. His HUD blared red from the impact. His armor outline under the chest area was in critical condition.

Acting fast, the Arbitrator pinned that Ork's arm in place with his left shield-hand. Exerting great strength, he dislocated it from its elbow backwards with a loud snap. Another Ork jumped at him from the side but the Arbitrator struck it in the arm that sent its axe swinging at one of its comrades. Keeping up the momentum, the Arbitrator turned his mace to that same Ork with the broken arm. Ready to finish off that foe until a large mangled hand tightly grabbed him by the throat. That same hand lifted him off the ground and slammed him hard on the wall.

Unlike the Arbitrator who was no doubt dazed from the attack, Robin was immune to any cause or injury caused by whatever was on screen. Save for the static flashes that appeared from time to time that is. Not that it was any improvement however. Robin had to settle for an unwanted clear look of the Ork Boss's filthy, ugly, monstrous, amd scar pocked face.

The Ork Boss was as big as Bane cooked up on Venom. Maybe even bigger. Compared to the beast's monstrous size, the Arbitrator might as well be an insignificant toy ready to be tossed or torn apart.

"Ya fight good fer a 'u(STATIC)."The Ork Boss gave a crooked smile. Its massive rusted metal claws hovered in front of the Arbitrator's face.

"Can't. Say the." The Arbitrator croaked. "Same for. YOU!"

Robin squirmed on his seat when the Arbitrator shoved his whole hand into the Ork boss's eye. The alien howled and roared. Amidst the cheers and jeers of the other Orks who were treating the whole thing like a bar brawl.

Spit splashed itself on the camera. The scene was a mess to watch as the Ork thrashed its arms around. Struggling to get rid of the man who had its mits on its eyeball. With its metal claws on hand, the Ork wildly stabbed and slashed at the Arbitrator. All of which fell short as the Arbitrator's shield warded them off from his other hand. Redirecting the blades to land only inches away from his face and from the screen.

"Frak!" The Arbitrator cursed when he lost his grip and fell hard on the floor. Shaking the camera from the impact.

Or so Robin thought. A glance to the side showed the Arbitrator's blood stained right hand. To Robin's horror, he saw the Ork Boss's squashed red eye and bits of its brains on the palm of the man's hand. Something that it's owner was not at all happy about.

"GRROOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The Ork Boss bellowed in both anger and pain. Its metal claw revving loudly for an attack. Billows of black smoke churned from its makeshift engine.

"HAHAHAHA!" The Arbitrator laughed maniacally with his fist striking on the floor."C'MON, YOU!"

The Ork Boss lunged forward at the roar of its claw. By dumb luck, the attack missed its mark. All four blades embedded themselves to the wall just inches away from the Arbitrator. The only damage they've dealt was leaving a deep scratch on the side of his armor.

The Arbitrator moved to gain his footing but stopped on his tracks when a curved sword appeared in front of him. Like a living beast, the blade hummed and growled. Black blood dripped from its many dagger-like teeth. Akin to a predator with a fresh kill.

"For ones with short lives, you h(static) foolishly pursue death."A woman said before flicking the blood off of her sword at the Arbitrator. "Let me spare you fr(static) humiliation."

While the Arbitrator hastily wiped the blood off his visor, Robin watched his unknown rescuer strike down the gargantuan Ork with a flurry of furious strikes. She cut and slashed so fast that the blade might as well have been air. Too fast for the naked eye to follow.

The blood made it difficult to make anything out. The most any of him could see was that the gargantuan Ork Boss was being struck down by an unknown assailant. Cut and slashed apart by a flurry strikes that moved too fast for the naked eye to follow. In a blink, the once mighty Ork Boss was now a pile of shredded meat and viscera that splattered itself all over the hall.

Between the dumbfounded Orks and the seething Arbitrator, a tall woman stood tall and proud. The elaborate spikes of black and the orange make of her armor glistened bright in the dark. Her furious red hair danced like flames while her curved blade hummed at her every move.

"Yes!" Robin couldn't help but cheer at the second appearance of the beautiful Eldar Yizreel.

The alien stole the scene for him once again by her amazing entrance. Elegant as always even after a kill. Not a drop of blood stained her after expertly dispatching the monstrous beast.

"You just c(static)dn't keep up with me, Alien." The Arbitrator groaned before striking his mace on the ground. Planting it in place to be used as a crutch to get himself back on his feet.

His eyes were pointed right at the crowd of angry Orks. No doubt glaring at them the entire time. With the crackling whine of his mace, he charged towards the Orks.

"Avenge Eldanesh!" Yizreel cried off screen before appearing above of the screen. Leaping blade first into the fray.

Two Orks fell to her sword before her feet touched the ground. Killing both of them simultaneously whilst spinning midair like a fluttering red blossom of death. Her every move was so fluid and precise that Robin almost mistaken it all for a well coreographed dance. Everything within the woman's reach was entirely in her control. Not one enemy or their weapons could challenge or enter it without losing a limb or their life. As was shown by the last two Orks who dared get in her way.

"Knife-eared, fuck." Robin heard the Arbitrator curse under his breath.

"Let's do this." The Arbitrator huffed with a grenade in hand.

He ran towards the fray and tossed it there. The grenade clattered and clanked as it rolled on the floor and exploded in the middle of Yizreel's duel with the two remaining Orks.

One of the aliens took the brunt of the blast and threw half of it forward in the air. Right into the waiting arms of the Arbitrator who struck it in the face with a baseball swing with his crackling mace. Hitting the ork square in the face. Its head exploded from the impact head and sent the rest of its body splattering somewhere behind him.

The Arbitrator did not stop to look as he kept on running forward for the last remaining Ork who groggily stayed on its feet. Its ears rang from the loud blast. Its skin was bleeding and torn from numerous cuts from the shrapnel.

That same Ork managed to keep itself on its feet also took the brunt of the damage but managed to stay on its feet by leaning on the nearby wall. Whether it was spared by its armor or by its thick skin, the beast was only left stunned but not uninjured. It groggily stumbled backwards with its ringinging ears and numerous bleeding wounds in its body. The Arbitrator didn't give it a second to recover.

"GRAH!" The Arbitrator yelled as he struck the Ork with a two handed swing to its head.

The impact of the swing echoed throughout the corridor. The mace shattered the Ork's teeth as the weapon found itself in its mouth. Burying its head inside the large dent on the solid steel wall behind it. Blood pooled out of its hanging jaw the moment the Arbitrator pried the mace out of its face with some effort.

Drawing his pistol, he emptied it in the Ork's head with three shots that finally killed it and the last of the ragged band.

"A warning would have been proper." Yizreel seethed coldly from behind him. She did not raise her voice, but the venom in her tone was clear.

"You took too long." The Arbitrator said dismissively without turning to face her.

His attention was on his weapon that he ripped free from the foul charred corpse. A few taps on the wall sprinkled a handful of black ash of meat and brains all over the floor.

"You almost had me killed."

"I'll make a better effort the (static)xt time." The Arbitrator shot back while reloading the final touches of reloading his revolver. The context of his words were a bit hazy for Robin read properly.

Figures appeared in his HUD's radar map. Blips of light coming from behind them. Friendlies by the looks of their colors. These quickly revealed themselves as Captain Lev and a handful of his fellow Stormtroopers who appeared from around the corner. Running towards them down t eh hall strewn with scattered corpses.

"The Gellar chamber is near!" The Arbitrator called out to them. "Hop two before you get left behind."

XXXXXX

"RUUUUUN!" The Arbitrator shouted to the others while they sprinted as fast as their legs could carry them. "GO! GO! GO!"

Robin was snapped into an entirely different scene. Everything around him was falling apart to pieces or was bursting to flames. People were panicking and running off with fear etched on their faces. The metal whined as they bent and began to glow red from the heat. Bolts and screws were shooting out of the walls like bullets. Some of it shot down a lowly crew member to pieces before it was shoved aside by the Arbitrator. He could barely hear anything between the booming noise, the chaotic gunfire, the incoherent shouting, and the torrents of static happening at the same time.

"The Gellar Field's melting down!" Captain Lev pushed the stormtroopers forward. "Get to the l(static)!"

"Run like a Commissar's behind you!" A stormtrooper cried.

A mechanical voice was heard speaking from the broadcast.

"TIS BETTER TO LIVE FOR THE EMPEROR static THAN TO LIVE WITH YOURSE—"

A sharp piece of debris whistled and embedded itself on a wall in front of the Arbitrator. Inches away from his head just as he swung around a corner. The lifts were a few meters ahead of him now. Only one elevator remained open and Captain Lev kept it ajar. Calling and pulling people inside.

"Mateus!" The Captain called out. "C'mon!"

The Arbitrator stumbled a few steps as he ran. Throwing himself inside at his last leg where he was caught by the waiting arms of his comrades.

All of them fell silent. All of them paused, the moment an explosion was heard from the distance. The floor beneath their feet rumbled violently. Throwing everyone to the ground. The Arbitrator had the misfortune of striking his head hard on the solid iron wall and crashing into his comrades.

"Close it!" Captain Lev yelled. "Fucking close it!"

"It's fucking jammed!" A stormtrooper yelled while he feverishly pressed on the button.

The Arbitrator jolted himself upright only to see the corridor outside the elevator light up in front of them. Green flames belched itself outward from the other halls as though they were inside the belly of a monstrous dragon. Roaring as it entered their hall. Barrelling towards them while consuming everything in its path. The metal there screamed as they melted from the heat. Men caugh in its path fell silent as they turned to ash.

"Emperor preserve us!" One of the stormtroopers panicked.

"This is not how we shall die, Re'daar." They overheardYizreel confidently say to one of her cohorts.

"Move!" The Arbitrator pushed the others aside and began pulling the doors shut.

The metal whined as it bent under his fingers and groaned as the doors slowly began to move. The air felt hot and was set ablaze as the flames approached. Tongues of fire licked the Arbitrator's hands as he quietly struggled in his task.

The doors' teeth shatteringly screeched as they gave way and slammed with a loud boom just in time for the flames to touch them. Fire flicked out of the very narrow gaps between the doors but the elevator was quick on its ascent and saved them from a fiery death.

All of the soldiers in the elevator cheered ecstatically for their brush with death.

"The Emperor Pr(static)cts!" A stormtrooper cried out. His arms raised high.

"THE EMPEROR PROTECTS!" The other men responded jovially.

"Yes." The Arbitrator softly nodded. Probably with a smile etched on his face. "Yes he does."

His gaze turned to Yizreel and her elegant escorts. They were not spared from their frivolity. But instead of joining the others in festivity, they instead simply kept to themselves. Speaking to each other in their foreign tongue with gleaming eyes.

"Be quiet!" The Arbitrator barked the moment his earpiece rang. The others were quick to obey.

The Inquisitor was on the other line. Possibly expecting an update.

"We failed." The Arbitrator said after a moment of steely silence. "The Orks overran us. Enginseer —"

"Regroup at the Nest." The Inquisitor interrupted before hanging up.

"What did she say?" Captain Lev asked.

"The Nest." The Arbitrator sighed.

While Robin was lost on the meaning of those words, the message was clear for the other soldiers. They worldlessly began patching up their injuries, checking their guns, and taking inventory of their ammo. Even passing around a grenade or two for the others. What was made clear to Robin was the dejected and slightly hopless look these men shared with each other. Morale was low in that crowd.

"The Nest, huh?" They heard Captain Lev whistle. "Tha's a bloody long way."

"I know." The Arbitrator said while he injected another syringe into a gap of his armor by his wrist.

"And with the Gellar Field gone—"

"Yes. They will be coming." The Arbitrator said ominously. "For all of us."

"By the Throne." Someone said despondently.

A look of uncertainty and nervousness were seen from how the others reacted. Their tinted visors helped hide whatever fear or doubt could have etched itself in their eyes. Thankfully none of them panicked, or cause any riot to add in their already dire situation. But all of them were however eerily quiet. Too quiet in fact, for the Arbitrator's taste.

"Oh, Almighty Emperor!" The Arbitrator said aloud while he wiped the black blood off of his mace. "Whose greatness and (static)dness knows no bounds."

"Whose power oversees above all." Captain Lev joined him.

One by one, the other stormtroopers joined in and spoke as one.

"Grant me the will to overcome thy challenges."
"G(static) me the strength to slay thy enemies."
"Grant me the light to escape the darkness."
"Grant me venge(static) to lay waste to thy scourge!"

They stopped the moment elevator rumbled and screetched to a violent stop. A myriad of muffled sounds were heard from outside. Desperate cries and monsterous voices echoed all around them. Bright Red light seeped through the gaps between the door. Akin to something out of a horror movie.

Something was waiting for them outside those doors and Robin had a feeling that it was something worse than Orks. Dread on the other hand seeped inside and turned the men around them to stone. Metaphorically speaking, Even Robin couldn't help but feel a chill crawl up his spine as his ears piqued from the madness coming from the other side.

"From your H(static) Grace, I shall keep faith!" the Arbitrator continued and drew his shotgun. "FROM YOUR HOLY GRACE!

"I SHALL KNOW NO FEAR!" The men shouted in reply. Their weapons hummed at the ready.

A gust of red mist welcomed them the moment doors rushed open. Fire and wreckage marred every inch of the corridor in front of them. One could only hope that those were broken wires hanging from the ceiling. Tortured faces appeared and faded from behind the smoke. Yellow eyes blinked from behind the shadows while numerous white teeth smiled at them in the dark.

"IN NOMINE, DEUS IMPERATOR!" Captain Lev cried out shouted just as the shadows moved against them..

"ONLY IN DEATH DOES DUTY END!" the others responded just as the Arbitrator lept first into the red mist.

XXXXXX

What came next was nothing short of utter madness and carnivorous violence. Indescribable scenes of horror for Robin as he watched as men, beast, and demons were being butchered around him.

The young Boy Wonder was never much of a God fearing child. He did not believe of miracles outside the eyes of science. He did not believe in the pearly gates or the old man living atop of clouds with baby like angels flying to his side. He didn't even believe in hell. That is, until he has caught a glimpse ofit from the Arbitrator's eyes.

Gotham helped in steeling himself from the horrors committed by man, but nothing could prepare him for the Grimdarkness of Hell. And it burned his eyes while he watched all its fearsome horrors. No book could have depicted it. No painting could represent it. No artform or terror could properly describe it until one has seen it for themselves.

Living human faces appeared on walls, the floors, and on every surface imaginable. Contorted and warped faces that wept tar or screamed in agonising cries. Cries that drowned out the noise of crackling gunfire and sounds of battle that the Arbitrator and his company waged against their enemies. Enemies the likes of which Robin has never seen or hoped to ever meet.

Grotesque creatures with disproportionate body parts. Red scaled devils with snarling faces of jagged teeth. Possessed humans with bloodied scars and pitch black eyes. Horned beasts with leather, bat-like wings. All manner of abominable monstrosities that reveled in an orgy of blood and feasted in pleasure on both the living and the dead.

They were madness made flesh. Anger incarnate. Chaotic beastial instincts that tore people apart like animals. Leaping at them like rabid jackrabbits. Crawling on walls like lizards before throwing themselves at their prey in the hundreds. Like a living wave with a thousand teeth and ate men alive.

All of these will be seen in Robin's dreams for the coming days. Nightmares that would haunt him whenever he would dare to close his eyes. Living Terrors that made Robin feel like the same scared little kid he was the day he watched his parents plunge to their death all those years ago.

The random static cuts in between scenes became a godsend for Robin. The video noise that once the cause of annoyance or headaches for the young Boy Wonder ironically became moments of comfort that gave him some form of respite before being thrown into another random terror. Each being worse than the one before it.

He wanted to look away. He wanted to rip the Helmet from his head and spare himself but his strength eluded him. His body was not his own. In his fear, he became petrified from the horrors he forced to witness. Forced to watch every warped monstrosity who committed acts that defies imagination. Forced to watch every blood curdling and stomach churning engagements of brutal violence that left blasted corpses in their wake. The lattermost of which were committed by the Arbitrator himself.

The Arbitrator and his fellow soldiers were almost no different. Each man next to him fought like like men possessed. Despite this, the stormtroopers kept fighting with iron discipline and fanatic fervour. They sang hymns and chanting what appears to sound like prayers in their Latin tongue. All the while unleashing endless volleys of gunfire at an endless sea of enemies. Obliterating scores of demons but at a high cost of their own dwindling numbers.

Being on the front row seat of the Arbitrator's eyes, Robin was foced to bear witness to his fanatical fervour in more detail than his fellow comrades. His hatred of the demons were paramount in every chaotic scene. No matter how large, fearsome, or small, he did not hesitate to engage them. No matter the damage, no matter the injuries he sustained, the man would simply keep on going as though rage itself was the only thing keeping him alive. That, and the combat drugs he kept injecting himself in between brief respites.

He would kill demons in both the most practical, such as using firearms and melee weapons, as well as in creatively brutal ways, such as decapitating heads on doorways, ripping out wings, impaling them with their own horns, or grinding faces on glass windows. Scenes that were sometimes too much for Robin's taste in brutality.

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"Raptor!" A stormtrooper cried the moment a massive winged creature materialised itself from a pillar of black smoke and flames. Like a devil of old.

This devil made itself more demonic than its other fellow demons from this entrance alone. That and more formidable. He was a giant of a man. An 8 foot tall demon encased in a similar armor as the statues Robin saw from what felt like a distant memory from what he has come to see. Only this clawed and winged creature was a bastardisation of the nobility and beauty those statues represented.

What with its spiked burning armor, tattered winged cape, and from the monstrous black horned helm that spewed smoke and ash. Aspects of which reminded Robin of the Batman after getting blasted by the Scarecrow's fear toxin. Especially the plain terror that it unleashed to its petrified audience.

Too scared to run or let alone shoot, the flying monstrocity eviscerated 3 men with one swipe of its long jagged claws and impaled one more with a stab from the claws from its other arm. Another 4 were sliced to mincemeat in quick succession. Two of those were its fellow demons who had the misfortune of getting in its way.

The Night Lord was intoxicated by bloodlust in its rampage. Cutting and slashing everything and everyone in its path. Regardless of its victims were friend or foe.

"No. Worse. A Night Lord." The Arbitrator snarled as he shoved a stormtrooper out of his way.

The Arbitrator approached the beast without losing a beat in his steps. A sight that Robin couldn't help but admire given the man's fearlessness. Especially after seeing the massive creature finish off its last victim by ripping out a woman's spine with her head. With nothing left to kill, the devil then set its sights on them.

"How about you deal with (static)one who can take hit?" The Arbitrator said with a cock of his shotgun.

"I'll tear the flesh from your bones!" The Night Lord cried. Its screaming voice barely made its audio inaudible.

"By the Throne! It speaks!" The Arbitrator mocked. "Now go tell your traitorous father in the h(static) who sent you!"

"GROOOOOOAAAAAA—" the Night Lord's roar was cut short by the Arbitrator who shot it with a headfull of lead.

The Demon's armor was thick however and all the Arbitrator accomplished was making it angrier. Not that it stopped the man in his assault. Again and again, the Arbitrator shot the Night Lord in the head unperturbed as he advanced until the monster had enough and charged towards him with a loud bang. Leaving trails of purple fire that burnt the corpses behind it to ash in its wake.

At the same time, the Arbitrator grabbed a nearby corpse and threw it at the incoming Night Lord. It did little to halt the Demon's charge as it easily ripped it to bloody ribbons. It did however gave the Arbitrator an opening to exploit.

He ducked low and barely dodged the Demon's massve claws. The corpse's blood mist was helpful in allowing the Arbitrator to get close to the Night Lord for a point blank shot. This gave him and Robin an up close and face to face look at their enemy. A horrible, tar spouting, snarling, and yellow eyed creature with a burnt and tortured face that spine-chillingly looked at him from behind its shattered horned helmet.

The video stopped there for Robin as the helmet was pulled out from his head. With the Night Lord's face still fresh in his mind, Robin couldn't help but scream and fell of the seat when he came face to face with the Batman who looked anything but happy at him. He glowered at him with his infamous glare and casted a great shadow over Robin that made the entire cave chillier than what it was from before.

"What is this?" The Batman held the helmet out. "What did you do?"

"I…uhhhh. I got the helmet working? Haha." Robin sheepishly said as he patted the dust off of his feet..

He was expecting the Batman to give him praise or thank him for a job well done, but the man said nothing and simply made his way to the computer without another word. Not that Robin expected him to but a kid can be painfully optimistic sometimes. The fact that the Batman hasn't dismissed him het was also taken as a good sign.

"So." The Batman said.

"Yes!?" Robin went next to him in a blink.

"What did you find out?" The Batman asked while he finished re-attaching the helmet back to the computer.

With a press of a few button and a few mouse-clicks, the images and scenes Robin watched from earlier materialized in the computer screen. Most were still corrupted by the faulty memory card but some appeared in good condition to be seen. There were even some images that Robin missed given the file's erratic nature. Like a small altar that the Arbitrator made for himself, an insect like creature in a red robe and numerous appendages, and a small collection of medals that the man kept in a small silver box.

"Robin." The Batman repeated himself.

"Oh, right." Robin turned to his father.

While he tried digesting the storm of information from what he saw. Even then he was not so sure about who the man was but Brice was waiting on an answer and he expected to get himself into trouble if he didn't have anything to show for stepping out of line.

"The Arbitrator. Yeah." Robin scrambled for an answer. Buying himself time for a more coherent answer. "Well he's. Complicated."

"Complicated." The Batman said while his eyes were still glued on the screen. "Hmmmm."

"Yup. He's a fighter, I'll give you that. A stubborn one too. Very brave. Fearless in more ways that I can say. He really is something."

"That so?"

"He's kinda reminds be a bit of you, Bruce."

Those words must have struck a chord in Bruce. The man left the computer in a flash and hurriedly walked off. Robin quickly swallowed his words and regretted blurting it out.

"Wait!" Robin called out. "I didn't mean it like that, Bruce!"

"To the Batmobile. Now." The Batman called out from behind him.

"What?" Robin asked with slight relief. "Why?"

One of the computer screens held the answer. And seeing it was enough for Robin to chase after the Batman in due haste. Barely a second passed before the tires of the Batmobile screeched its way out into the world.

Amidst the myriad of images that were filling up in every screen of the Batcave's main computer, the one the two crimefighters saw was a tiny page. A page that showed live camera recordings of a room Gotham General Hospital. The same room Robin saw from earlier that had the Heavily bandaged Arbitrator soundly recovering while handcuffed to a gurney.

Only this time it had the Arbitrator awaken from his slumber and was in the middle of breaking the good doctor Leslie's arm.

XXXXXXX

"Wot…d'you tink…yo'r doin. Med'kay?" He asked. The venom in his tone evident despite his muffled mouth from all those bandages covering his entire face save for that mechanical red eye of his.

"I...I…" Leslie scrambled for an excuse.

Her patient's heart monitor didn't give her any warning. It didn't spike nor did it drop in any way the entire time she was in that room. Whether this meant that he was awake this entire time, watched her entire tirade, and bore witness her murderous intention, or that she was dealing with an unhinged psychopath who had full control his heartbeat.

Leslie didn't know which was worse. What she did know was that she was terrified. So much so that she couldn't even find the voice to scream.

"Speek…" Mateus growled. His grip on you slowly tightened.

"T-there a-are police. Police outside." Leslie said. Desperate for him to let go. "I…I'll…sc-scream."

"Try..." He challenged.

Leslie wanted to. Out of agony, out of fear, or for help, the reason didn't matter. All she wanted to do was scream just for the sake of screaming. She gasped and she tried but not a sound slipped out of her lips. She was petrified. Especially not when that red eye was beaming at her the entire time.

Whether he knew this or not, her patient never gave her a chance. He squeezed tighter to the point that Leslie could feel her bones bruising from under her skin. Crushing her veins to the point that her hand began feeling numb and turn snow white.

Try as she might to pull herself off from the snake-like grip, the concrete hand would not budge an inch despite the broken bones under those bandages. Her pain and her terror made her strength leave her. Abandoning her to the mercy of what she could only call, a monster.

"Speak…" He repeated with the same cold voice.

"I-I was try-trying to." Leslie tried to speak. This was made more difficult amidst her pain, her fear, and her guilt. "Pull the plug! I was…I was try…TRYING…ow…t-to kill you."

Her patient must have been satisfied by her answer as he loosened his grip but kept her in his grasp. He allowed Leslie to collapse on the ground with her head on her knees. There he watched her bury her face in her palm and wept for reasons he did not care for.

Not that he gave her much time to grieve as he pulled her upright. Forcing her to gaze once more upon her horrible eye.

"W's dat. So. 'ard?" He asked dryly before violently pulling her close to his gurney.

There he released her. Her hand was at last her own once more. For a split second, she expected reprieve . She was about to say thank you to him when her patient abruptly grasped her hair tightly and slammed her face on the rails of his bed. An act that left her in a daze and gave her a warm taste of blood running out of her mouth.

Leslie found blood spilling out from her mouth with a piece of her tooth cluttering on the freshly waxed floor. Next to that mess, she found her glasses with a massive crack on its lens and the left temple bent backwards.

"You're a bastard." Leslie snarled.

"Yer…a mer'drer."

Leslie could tell that he was smiling - or at least was trying to smile – under those thick layers of bandage. True or not, his words were a hot knife that was stabbing her deep in the heart.

"I've never killed a soul in my life." Leslie quickly denied.

Much to her chagrin, her patient had a dark sense of humor and simply motioned to the life-support plug next to him. Cruelly hanging her guilt in front of her face. Suffocating her with guilt that choked her white. Pressing on a burden that she could not hoped to carry.

"I was angry." Leslie said as she tried to make sense of her emotions. "I…I was furious at. I-I was-"

"Hoo'd…ay'kil?" He abruptly asked with a mocking tone. "Frend? L'ver? S'mwon…'mportn't?"

Leslie couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was almost as though he was brushing off all those deaths like they were nothing. Like their deaths and what they meant to her and this coty were like nothing. Like he was mocking them for all they stood for. That was her final straw.

"Thomas and Martha Wayne!" Leslie found herself shouting in between heavy sobbing breaths. "Thomas! And Martha Wayne!"

These must have been names that her patuent was all too familiar with. It must have affected him ina way since his mind appeared to be elsewhere. As shown when he finally released her from his convicting grip. Leslie was quick to step back away from the man. Black bruises marred her arm but at least she was finally free from the burden of some of the pain that troubled her that entire night.

Slowly, he raised himself upright in the bed. He turned his face away from her. Instead spent it on empty corner in the room as though he was deep in thought or regret. An act that Leslie was thankful for since it spared her from her patient's uncomfortable bright red eye that made the entire conversation feel like it was an intense interrogation.

The blue morning light crawled its way to the window and bathed the both of them with light. Somewhat poetic in Leslie's case since she saw this as somewhat like an act of shedding light to the whole thing. This maybe perhaps be a means of closure for the both of them.

"G't. me…out." He growled.

"I beg your pardon?" Leslie asked.

"Git! Me! Owt! Now!" He shouted as he began pulling on his handcuffs on the bed's rails. The pain he struggled with to say those words showed Leslie his desperation.

The sudden clamor from outside made Leslie turn away from her panicking ward.

"Free! Me! Harlot!" He screamed but fell to deaf ears.

Leslie's attention quickly turneed to chaotic shouting and abrupt gunfire that erupted outside. An ensuing fight that went silent only after a few seconds. Seconds after the sound of bloody viscera, the scraping of blades, and the struggling of dying souls breathed their last were made behind those thin walls. Sounds that she couldn't bear to hear nor believe as she held her hand over her hand in shock.

She held her breath the entire time within those few seconds. Seconds that felt like an hour. The same could be said for the silence that followed. A silence that she had hoped would remain until the door burst open to reveal a curious looking character.

It was a skinny middle aged man with long gangly arms that held steel pipe and a rusty shiv. Both were fresh with dripping blood. He was a filthy man in a tattered coat and dishevelled clothes. A rancid vagrant that burned Leslie's nose just by looking at him. A sewer rat with bulging boils and growimg sores and looked at the two of them like a they were a long awaited meal.

"AAAAAAWOOOOOOOOAAAAHHH!" The vagrant howled as he jumped towards Leslie and her patient with his rusty knife.

A/N: an iPad is not a good exchange for a laptop.

Hope you enjoyed. The next one will be killer.