Iwaku World - The Barship

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Warmaster Death

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Barrack room 0137-A (Former Quarters of the Vostroyan Firstborn 6th Infantry Regiments 2nd platoon)

The General stood, looking at rack upon rack of red Vostroyan uniform tunic and fatigue sets, and the chest armor and helmets that were stored next to them.

there had to be at least several thousand of these barrack rooms, all empty since the last war, empty except for memories, ghosts and empty uniforms and wargear, the rooms would have gathered dust were it not for the constant cleaning servitor visits, and now even most of the servitors lay dorment, awaiting a time when once more these barrack rooms where a hub of activity and a den of life.

the silence was broken by the sound of hardend leather boots on the steel central pathway, and Alesia closed her eyes, her imagination almost turning the single set of boots into that of a platoon of able soldiers.
"Haunting, isnt it, the silence i mean" the voice that carried across the barrack room was that of Inquisitor Gregor Macharius, and Alesia nodded, unable to find words for the immense sadness she felt at the thought of all the empty barrack rooms
"it is, though soon, Emperor willing, they will thrive again the genetors say that we have enough genetic stock to raise many of the dead troopers back, though most will require refresher training course to give them time to adpat to their 'new' bodies" Alesia said, unable to take her eyes off the massive racks filled with empty uniforms.

each set a life gone forever if we dont get that artifact she thought and Macharius' face twisted into a half smile
"Emperor willing General though the strike team has not reported back yet, nor, for that matter, has Silias, though im sure both have their reasons" the smile faded from Macharius' face as he spoke, and Alesia sensed worry lurking at the back of the Inquisitors mind, although she did not actually try to find out what it was he worried about.

Emperor save us, if we loose the device AND Silias, we may as well fold into one of the guilds or the ISAF - Alesia thought and then she to worried, for normally she could sense Silias no matter where he was in Iwaku, but ever since the beggining of the invasion, whenever shre tried to find him, a dark force outright blocked her, and that disturbed Alesia more than anything else.

because if the Gaians had enough mighty psykers at their disposal, they could tear Iwaku to shreds!

Alesia and Macharius ponder the losses taken by barship forces.
it is revealed that if they loose their present forces, if they fail to take the cloning device from the back of the elder weapon, that the Barship forces as they stand now are doomed.

it is also revealed that WMD has gone off the Barship detection Grid, with neither Auspex or Alesia's powers able to locate him.
++The Dark Side Of The Moon++
Musical Score - Purple Heart - Sabaton

Light and pain. too much light, too much sound, too many smells and too many sensations barraged his skin and the blur of his senses in overload faded slowly, but then, all went to blackness.

when the darkness faded away, he felt as though he was lying down, and moved to stand, when a voice, pleasant and feminine interrupted him
"Captain Bastille? ah You're awake, welcome back to the world of the living Captain" the voice said, and as she spoke and his eyes refused to open, he remembered everything.
His name was Henri Bastille, and he was a Captain in the Mordian 37th Armored.
He remembered his history, and finally, he remembered his death during the Admin War during the Mad King's whirlwind of bloodshed.

The young Medicae Nurse looked at the Captain, and as he opened his eyes, a dark fire burning inside them
"I am returned, but how is this possible?" he demanded, and the Nurse simply shook her head
"please try to relax captain, the Adepts of the Machine God and the Medicae Senoris are balancing out the muscle stimulants, and you will need your rest" she said kindly, before turning to move to the next bed, where another soldier stirred.

Captain Bastille closed his eyes and fell back to sleep, just one of the thousand newly recreated soldiers, all undergoing medical testing as the Barship sat, hidden from sight and detection on the far side of Iwaku's moon.

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