"Woe
to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the Beast
with wrath, because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the Beast
for it is a human number, its number is six hundred and sixty six."
--Book of Revelations Ch. XIII v. 18
Charleston carefully
closed the door as he got home to McKenzie. The psyker had very good hearing,
and Charleston could bet he didn't want it damaged further. Battles were noisy,
that Charleston knew very well. Furthermore, there was an old lady upstairs to
McKenzie's apartment, and she used to bang a broomstick in the floor when they
got too noisy, especially when McKenzie played his Iron Maiden records.
Charleston liked some of the Iron's music, but he preferred Zeppelin.
"G'day Ed." McKenzie said as Charleston poked his head into
McKenzie's kitchen. "Knew you were coming."
"You always do. So, why'd ya call?" Charleston asked.
"I thought we could go down to the pub, take a glass or two. Talk
memories."
Charleston thought on this for a moment and then answered:
"Okay, but'll Eddie come?"
"No, he said he was busy with something, didn't state what."
McKenzie was obviously picking out dishes from the dishwasher. Charleston
knew he was the butterfingers concerning kitchenware, so he told McKenzie he
would wait for him at the door.
Fifteen minutes
later, the two were sitting in the pub on St. John's Street, having their first
beer. Charleston watched as McKenzie fooled yet another man with his coin
trick. Charleston smiled to himself. He knew McKenzie never brought money to
pay his drinks with, but he always seemed to have it when he had to pay. It was
witchery, Charleston knew it, but he also knew that daemons weren’t here, so
McKenzie was safe from their malignant influence.
"So Ed," McKenzie said, turning to him. "What are you
thinking about?"
"You tell me." Charleston replied.
McKenzie looked puzzled and uttered a quiet "oh" and looked
concentrated for a moment. He looked up after a few seconds and turned to
Charleston.
"You're thinking about the Yarricks, right?" McKenzie asked.
"Righto. More precisely about Seb."
"Sebastian?" McKenzie said and scratched his chin. He came to
think that he should've shaved before he'd gone down to the pub, but he didn't
care so much. "He was a hero. Talk about a legend reborn..."
"I thought Rolf was the legend reborn?" Charleston said,
confused.
"Oh, he was, but he was also half-breed, Sebastian wasn't."
"I still recall the day Seb graduated from the Commissariat, when
he'd earned his Ordo Imperialis and Commissarial Badge. What a day. I still
recall it clearly."
"I still recall his answer to your question if he remembered
you."
Charleston looked shocked and turned to McKenzie.
"He wasn't more than a baby when he met me the first time, on
Armageddon. I thought he wouldn't remember me!"
"Well he did. To quote: 'Of course I remember you, Charleston! Such
a stink as that of your feet, Lieutenant, can only be forgotten with therapy!'.
I laugh at it still!"
Charleston got a sour face as McKenzie laughed out loud at this. Other
people in the pub wondered what was happening at the counter. When they saw the
two huge men, they decided not to pay too much attention to it. They had after
all come on motorcycles, big ones. And the smaller, lankier fella had an orange
tattoo on his left temple.
McKenzie suddenly stopped laughing, a streak of concern going across his
face. He looked directly at Charleston, and this made the giant man reel away a
bit.
"Ed, you've never told me what happened when you and Sebastian were
left alone to fight both Orks and Berzerkers on Armageddon. Why haven't
you?"
"Because it was the worst war ever. Sebastian had nightmares from
that year on, every night! I'd rather not talk about it."
"Ed, please, I want to know. Either you tell me, or I'll probe you
for the information."
Charleston's eyes turned hard to McKenzie at this.
"Y'know I hate it when you do so!"
"Then tell me"
Charleston sighed and began:
"It all began about ten, maybe twelve, years before the Siege. My
8th Company had been stationed on Armageddon for roughly a hundred years, or as
long as the von Strab's had held the power as Governors of Armageddon. Seb was
stationed there on one last mission before his retirement, to reform one of the
Armageddon Steel Legions. It all began that fateful day known as the day of the
Feast of the Emperor's Ascension..."
<<<
Armageddon, 12 years before the Siege and Fall of the Imperium of Mankind, day
of the Feast >>>
Sebastian Yarrick was woken by a wet nose that puffed him in his face. He
opened one eye and looked at his dog, Cerberus. Sebastian'd had Cerberus since
the day he'd graduated as Commissar. He'd gotten him as a pup, and that was
nearly forty five years ago. Cerberus was a wolfhound, native to Callidus and
from a race renowned for it longevity.
Sebastian opened his other eye and sat up in his bed. He stretched out to
his full one metre seventy before he scratched his old friend behind his ear.
"This is the Day, right Cerberus?" Sebastian said as Cerberus
tried to lick him as thanks.
He got up and got dressed in his finest dress uniform. This was a great
day for celebrating, and that meant suave clothing. Seb dressed himself in the
black highwaisted dress breeches and dress jacket of the Commissariat, tied his
Ordo Imperialis around his waist and went into the bathroom to shave and fix
his hair somewhat. Sebastian had earned his grandfather's genes concerning his
hair, and he had to cut it every six weeks or so. He always cut it in a
buzz-cut, much like Charleston's, but a little longer, but his hair, which was
steel-grey for the record, seemed to want to grow into a hairstyle that made
him look as his grandfather. Sebastian hated it. Unlike his grandfather, Seb
had turned an old man just a few years ago. He'd noticed it one morning when
his legs didn't want to get out of bed. Charleston had joked about it and said
Seb had just gotten into the metal-age, the age when one has gold in the teeth,
silver in the hair and lead in the legs. He was right, Sebastian thought, on
two points at least. Sebastian had all his teeth left, as a matter of fact, and
he was proud of it.
When he was in the middle of his thoughts and shaving, Cerberus came in,
holding his food-bowl in his mouth. Sebastian looked down on him and said he
would come in a moment. As Cerberus went out, someone came into his apartment,
a place lying high up into the Spire of Infernus Hive.
"Good morning, Lieutenant Commander!" Sebastian said as he
finished the tricky part under the chin.
"Morning Seb!" Charleston echoed. "I'll feed Cerberus for
ya!"
Sebastian hummed an answer and washed his face clean of the shaving
ladder. He was a commissar, with a good monthly income, but an electrical
shaver was quite expensive. They weren't STC'd as Chimeras or Leman Russ tanks.
He went out of the bathroom and picked up the morning mail. For
Sebastian, 'morning' was from 9.00 am to 12.00 am. The latter was usually when
he got up. Armageddon was in times of peace now. The one letter that caught his
eye was an invitation from no one else than the Planetary Governor himself;
Herman von Strab. Sebastian hated the man for the simple fact that he was
incompetent. His father, Luthor, had been much more intelligent. So had his
brothers, but they were all dead. But, one couldn't deny an invitation from the
Planetary Governor. Sebastian sighed as he thought of what he was going to miss
by being stuck on a gala-dinner. He would miss going with Charleston to that
Cathayan restaurant, he would miss the hours before the yearly meteorite rain,
which always happened on the same time, every year. He would miss a bar fight
or two...
"Ed," Sebastian called as he walked into the kitchen, just in
time to see Charleston drop a plate. It fell to the floor and went to a hundred
pieces with a crash.
"Sorry." Charleston said meekly.
"Don't worry. What I wanted to say was that we're invited on a
gala-dinner tonight."
"At who's?" Charleston asked as he picked up the larger chunks
of what once was a dish.
"At von Strab's..." Sebastian didn't get any further.
"No way! I know how he talks about me! He hates us Marines!"
Charleston was so upset he almost dropped a new plate.
"Ed, look, it's for this evening only, and I believe he knows of the
meteorites, so we won't miss it!"
"I don't care, he can go to Helsreach!" Charleston was very
angry, at least of what Sebastian could tell.
"It's pronounced 'Hell's reach" Ed, when will you learn?"
Sebastian sighed. He went out in the entry room and pulled on his jackboots.
He'd polished them shiny the night before, and was very proud of their looks.
After that, Sebastian pulled on his leather gloves and put his commissar's cap
on his head, back brim first. He turned to Charleston who was approaching him
as he took down his greatcoat from its hook.
"One night only, Ed." Sebastian repeated.
"Oh, okay, but it's his fault if he asks insulting questions."
"I'll be the judge of that." Sebastian replied and patted his
thigh to call Cerberus to him. "Now, let's go find you a dress suit. Won't
fit if you came in power armour, would it?"
<<< Later that
evening >>>
"I feel stupid." Charleston said as he twisted a bit in his
brand-new dress suit. "I look like a penguin!"
"Get used to the tails Ed." Sebastian replied as they walked
into the great hallway of the Infernus Opera. Sebastian had been here before,
but he was just as awed this time as last time by the huge marble walls. It
seemed everything was carved from one enormous rock. The galleries and boxes in
the main hall could be transformed, so to speak, into a space capable to field
the tables that were laid out for nearly one thousand guests. To finish it all
off, a huge chandelier hung from the roof, shaped like the Imperial Eagle.
Sebastian estimated it weighed somewhere around a tonne.
As the two walked through the entry hall and entered the main hall, a
voice snapped Sebastian from his thoughts:
"Excuse me Mr...Yarrick, is it? You must leave your 'pet'
here." the receptionist said with a gesture towards Cerberus. Sebastian
had forgotten all about him.
"Of course." Sebastian replied. "But be careful, he bites
people he doesn't like."
Sebastian smiled towards the now nervous receptionist and patted the man
on his shoulder before he went on.
Charleston looked nervously around. He was definitely not used to wear a
dress suit instead of a suit of powered armour. He seemed to be looking for
something. 'Probably the exit' Sebastian thought to himself.
"Ed, calm down. This isn't so bad and in merely an hour we'll be
watching the meteorites, as we usually do." he tried. It didn't seem to
work.
"I feel so out of place. Look at me! Look at them! I'm two and a
half metres high and nearly all muscle, but they're thin and
aristocratic!"
The commissar did not take notice so much of Charleston's comment on how
they looked, he got more attached to the cats in the ladies' arms.
"Gyrinxes!"
Sebastian spat. "I have to leave my dog outside,
but they can bring in their Gyrinxes! Well ain't that the worst! Cerberus has
higher intelligence than those felines! At least he's less malignant."
"Has this something to do with the Gyrinx that scratched you bad
when you were three years old?" Charleston said and scratched his chin.
"Of course it has Ed!" Seb replied. "And the worst is that
Herman adores them, we're not equal on one..."
Charleston gave Sebastian a hard elbow as to warn that someone was
approaching them. That someone happened to be Herman von Strab. Of course
carrying his own Gyrinx, the chalk-white Sela. It had been in the von Strab
family for many years, longer than Sebastian had been around and it had been
that Gyrinx which scratched him. There was no love lost between Sebastian and
Sela. None at all.
"Good evening gentlemen." von Strab said in his most
pleasurable tone. Sebastian thought it sounded so fake he could be sick.
Charleston felt the same. Herman von Strab was a man in his thirties, his head
shaved bald and wearing a monocle over his left eye. He was around one metre
ninety and quite powerfully built.
"Good evening, governor." Sebastian managed to get out, his
eyes fixed on Sela. The Gyrinx purred softly, but it kept a steady eye on the
old commissar. Charleston muttered forth an "
'Evening." and then decided it was time to visit the punch bowl.
"Good," von Strab began. "Now that the Marine is gone, I
can talk with you Yarrick, one-on-one."
"Of course." Sebastian replied and in a sweeping chesture
grabbed a champagne glass from a passing waiter's silver plate. von Strab was
just startled over how swiftly the old man moved. He'd read about Sebastian's
grandfather, the famous, and now legendary, Commissar-General Rolf 'The Wolf'
Yarrick. von Strab had, how much he even hated to admit it, the Yarrick family
to thank that his family now was in control of Armageddon. It could have been
the other way around, Herman knew it.
"What is it about?" Sebastian asked after a moment's silence.
"As you know, you've been my tactical advisor the last ten years,
but as you're going to retire, I'm wondering, who will replace you?"
Sebastian was taken aback by the question. He hadn't told Charleston yet
that he had thought on retiring, but somehow, von Strab had managed to find
out.
"I don't know," Sebastian replied while playing with the
thought of what he would to do to the man that had told von Strab he was going
to retire, when he found him. "You'll have to ask Commissar Holt about
that. He's in command of the Commissariat of Armageddon."
With that, Sebastian left von Strab to his thoughts. It was rude to leave
a planetary governor just like that, but a commissar served the Emperor first
and no-one second. Most people with sense knew this.
Sebastian tapped Charleston on his arm as he joined him. Charleston spun
round and then looked down to get into eye contact with the old man.
"Ed, there's something I have to tell you." Sebastian said, his
voice sounding troubled.
"What?" Charleston simply replied and handed Sebastian what
looked like cheese and shrimp on a stick. Gourmet food wasn't in Seb's taste,
but this was the day of the Feast, wasn't it?
"I'm going to retire."
Charleston nearly dropped the very expensive Cathayan mica glass in his
hand. The glasses were made of the sand on the Cathayan seafloor, which was a
good 10 miles below surface level and gave the glass a reddish-purple colour.
"You must be kidding!" Charleston yelped.
"Ed, I'm no Space Marine, I'm an old man now. My body has begun
telling me it's had enough!" Sebastian played a bit with the stick from
the snack between his left-hand fingers, placed it in between the thumb and the
middle finger and broke it with the index finger. He looked up at Charleston.
"It's life, my friend, heroes come, and heroes fall. I'm seventy
years old, and I would appreciate to celebrate my seventy first birthday."
"Sebastian Yarrick, is it really you?" a voice called from
behind them.
Sebastian and Charleston spun round and a smile broke Seb's face.
"Ishmael Grisham! What are you doing here?" Sebastian said as
he hugged his old friend in a brotherly embrace.
"I live here nowadays. Retired ten years ago. Had no idea you were
here. How long have you been here Seb?" Ishmael asked. Ishmael was just
like Sebastian seventy years old, but his hair was chalk-white. He was just as
slimly built as Seb, but nearly ten centimetres taller.
"For thirty years at least." Sebastian said as the threesome
walked away from the crowd of people. "I was stationed here after twenty
years of service between different regiments. I've grown quite fond of
Armageddon, despite its name!"
The other two laughed heartily at this. Sebastian had, despite his
childhood, a great sense of humour. Charleston believed it was because his
childhood, Sebastian had that humour.
"So, Ishmael, where have you been? We lost communication shortly
after graduation." Sebastian asked after a while.
"I was stationed in the Border Planets systems. There had been
reports of one planet being heavily infested with Orks."
"Orks?" Charleston asked, "What are those?"
"They're big and green, Ed, extremely savage, could tell you more,
but it would take ages." Sebastian suddenly remembered he hadn't
introduced Charleston to Ishmael. How rude of him!
"I forgot, Ishmael, let me introduce you to Lieutenant Commander
Edmund Charleston, 8th Company Death Angels. Ed, let me introduce you to
ex-commissar Ishmael "IG" Grisham."
"IG?" Charleston asked as he shook Ishmael's hand.
"I hated my name when I was young, IG are my initials."
"So, Ishmael, what happened there?" Sebastian queried.
"The Orks put up some damn hard resistance. We fought for years.
Thought that every new day was going to be my last. Nearly was ten years ago.
We'd been fighting for two years on Gideon when it happened." Ishmael made
a pause to rub his back as the war-wound that had made him retire reminded
itself again. "The Orks fought like if possessed, and
they were quite well organized. Haven't seen them so organized, with the exception
of..."
"Gazgrim
Nekksnappa, I know." Sebastian interrupted.
"I made a study of them. I know their language and culture quite well,
thank you Ishmael."
"Right," Ishmael said as he continued. "These were even
more organized, like the Hive Fleets. The force I was in was attacked from
behind, and what I saw before I was knocked into a coma, was the most fekking
large Ork I've ever seen, must have been at least 3 and a half to four metres
tall. Without the mega armour it was wearing."
"Mega armour?" Charleston interrupted.
"Almost like Imperial Tactical Dreadnought armour, but less
efficient, and more cumbersome." Sebastian explained.
"Yeah, but this Ork was the size of a Dreadnought walker! He didn't
even bother to use the power claw of his on me. He merely smacked me in the
back, breaking it. That's what made me retire and come to Armageddon. I was in
coma for four weeks. The medics said it was risk for me breaking it again, so I
retired. Believe me, they said it was only a few centimetres from making me
lame from chest and down."
"Not good." Sebastian mumbled as he knocked back the last of
his champagne.
Ishmael "hmm"ed an answer and started fidgeting with his left
hand. Sebastian saw immediately that something was wrong with his friend.
"IG, what is it?" he asked. Sebastian grabbed his friend in his
left arm, but snapped his hand back. With force, Sebastian rolled up Ishmael's
sleeve. What he saw was the titanium skeleton of a bionic arm. He looked
shocked at Ishmael.
"What...how...?" Sebastian stuttered forth.
"The giant Ork left me for dead, trampled my arm." was
Ishmael's simple answer. He looked with sorrow eyes on Sebastian. Sebastian
answered with the same look. They both had told each other to try to avoid
bionic implants. Ishmael had broken that promise.
"I didn't notice because you were wearing gloves." Sebastian
said after a long moment's silence.
"Something bugs me about that Ork Warlord though." Ishmael said
as he pulled down his sleeve again. "On his claw was a glyph I've never
seen before. Never. If I didn't know better, I would say he had his own,
personal glyph."
"Impossible." Sebastian protested. None of them were paying
attention to Charleston now. He just watched the conversation. "All Ork
Warlords and Warbosses create their names from existing glyphs! There has been
no record of personal glyphs before."
"Well, "expert"?" Ishmael said a bit irritated.
"I still remember it clearly, I can draw it up for you. Then you tell me
what it is!"
"Fine!" Sebastian said and crossed his arms over his chest. He
and Ishmael often had conversations like this, but they were the best of
friends.
Ishmael pulled out a pad and a pen from a pocket and drew down the Ork
glyph.
"I'm writing my biography, if you wonder Seb." Ishmael said as
he put the finishing touches to the glyph. "That's why I always wear a pen
and pad nowadays." He handed the pad to Sebastian, who studied it
intently for a couple of minutes.
"Never seen it before, but the iron gob and the horns give him away
for being a mighty Warlord, but as for the one-eyed skull, I don't know."
Sebastian said as he looked up from the pad.
"Half the Ork's cranium seemed to be made of metal, of what I saw
the split second before he hit me." Ishmael added. "Maybe that
explains the one-eyed skull."
Charleston took a look at the glyph. He remembered something with it.
He'd seen it before, but where?
"I've seen it before, on a crippled Space Hulk. We thought it was
Genestealer infected, but it seemed as if used by something else and then
abandoned." he said as he turned to the two elderly men.
"How long ago was that, Ed?" Sebastian asked concerned.
"Couple of months ago maybe, can't remember clearly."
Charleston said as he scratched his chin in thought. "But it was in an
abandoned star system, far from any planet, so I don't know what happened to
them."
"What did you do then?" Ishmael asked.
"Reported it to the Magos Xenos, and it was identified as Space Hulk
6-6-5." Charleston replied.
"6-6-5?" Ishmael repeated silently. "That was the hulk
that left Gideon, the planet that they'd invaded. It just disappeared!"
"And Ed found it." Sebastian said as he thought of something.
Something wasn't right here. Throwing an eye on his watch, he saw it was
approaching mid-night.
"Yoinks!" he exclaimed as he saw the time. "We'd better
get outside, Armageddon soon passes through the Belt."
Ishmael and Sebastian went outside, followed closely by Charleston.
Although in a Hive, they were so far up that the night-sky was clearly visible.
There wasn't a cloud on the star-strewn sky and Charleston inhaled the air as
if it was the real. Armageddon's atmosphere was since long destroyed by all the
industry, but the filter in the Upper Levels still kept the cool in the outside
air but wasted the toxins. He looked towards the east and saw the pyre rising
from the Diablo Mountains. Beyond the Diablo Mountains lay Hades Hive, on the
other side of the Euminedes River.
It wouldn't have been visible at ground level, but here, ten miles up in
the air; one saw the black silhouette of the Hive where Sebastian had been
raised. Charleston remembered the day he'd visited Rolf and his dead son's
wife. Sebastian was cute, Charleston had thought. He'd born clear Yarrickian
signs, like the blueish hair and the green eyes. Not to mention the slim build.
But the accent from Callidus was lost as he was much with neighbours on
Armageddon. He still had his grandfather's way of exclaiming things, but he
lacked the accent. Charleston had thought it had sounded silly in the
beginning, but now he liked it. Sebastian always had something to throw against
possible verbal opponents. Anything ranging from an insult to a mere sarcasm.
Sebastian had many times ended in trouble in the Schola Progenium because of
his gift of the gab. At least that was what McKenzie had told him.
Charleston joined Sebastian who now was alone. Ishmael had gone to talk
with some of the Armageddon nobles. He got along much better than Sebastian, a
much more political commissar than Sebastian. Seb was more the lead-by-example
type of commissar, Charleston knew so. He and Sebastian were standing by a
marble rail, wonderfully sculptured by the best sculptor that Armageddon had to
offer. Their eyes were focused at the horizon to the south. Suddenly, a
blue-white streak crossed the sky, the Belt Passing had begun.
In the minutes that followed, all eyes were focused on the night-sky, as
meteorite after meteorite crashed and burned in Armageddon's atmosphere. Some
were of the larger kind and would probably hit the ground somewhere, most
likely in the wasteland. Suddenly, Sebastian pointed towards something that
seemed like, not a meteorite, but an asteroid.
"Check out the size of that thing!" the old man gasped.
Charleston saw the big rock as it came streaking towards Infernus Hive.
It passed a mere kilometre above the highest spine, the roar of it's burning
hulk almost deafening. Charleston guessed it'd been at least a few kilometres
long and half as wide. But something with the huge rock troubled him. He wasn't
alone on that point. He felt as Sebastian tugged his arm, like a small child
calling an adult's attention. That was what Sebastian looked like in comparison
with Charleston. A small child.
"Ed, don't you think it's odd that thing hasn't been pulled in by
Armageddon's gravity pool earlier?" Sebastian asked.
"You too eh?" Charleston said and looked down on the small man.
Something fell down before their noses and tinged as it landed on the
marble floor. Sebastian, with his keen eyesight, saw where it landed and picked
it up. He got a concerned look as he examined the little piece of metal. It
looked like a cruel and flat hook. Sebastian tucked it into the pocket of his
breeches and turned to Charleston.
"Let's go inside. It's chilly and I don't want to catch a cold.
Besides, I believe the dinner itself will begin soon." Sebastian told the
Space Marine. He then turned and called over to Ishmael that they were going
inside. Ishmael answered with a gesture that said they could go in before him,
he'd join them sooner or later.
"I think I'll go visit the punch-bowl again, before dinner."
Charleston said with a smile.
"I thought Marines weren't allowed to drink on duty?" Sebastian
said with a shrewd look on his face.
"McKenzie once told me a Marine body could take more than ten times
as much alcohol as a normal human body. I intend to find out if that's
true."
"I see." Sebastian said and quickly added, "It's made from
the Volcanus Hive Blanche Wine, right?"
"Yeah, mixed with Volrathian Vodka and Callidussian Retango fruit
juice." Charleston answered with a big smile and rushed off.
As Sebastian was left alone, he shook his head silently to himself.
Charleston was the perfect soldier, if it had not been for his somewhat
cliffhanger like tactics. And his slow-to-get ways. But in the end, Charleston,
IG and Cerberus were the best friends Sebastian ever had.
"Well, if it ain't the reckless old man?" a voice suddenly said
from behind. Sebastian knew the voice.
"You still blame me for that thing, Hans Grauberger. They were up
against bad odds." Sebastian said, as he turned on the two metres tall
merchant noble. Grauberger was built like an ox, and had good contacts
with noble houses as well as Underhive Gangsters. Sebastian had gotten on the
way wrong side with Grauberger just a few months ago, when Charleston was gone
on his mission in the abandoned star system.
"It was six of my finest bodyguards against you, a decrepit old man,
and his pooch." Grauberger said and grabbed Sebastian by his collar.
"Watch the uniform, I'll use it when reviewing the troops next
week." Sebastian said, trying to calm his rage against Grauberger. How
Sebastian hated to be called decrepit old man. He wasn't one.
"One of them is still in coma! And by the way, we're a bit off from
the rest of the crowd, so you're free to scream. I want the others to hear what
happens to my enemies." Grauberger spat and came close to Seb's lean face
with his own pasty features. Sebastian winced slightly. It was clear Grauberger
was drunk, very drunk, judging from his breath. It frankly reeked of the stench
of liquor.
"Can you allow an old man a last wish and will?" Sebastian said
and raised his left hand.
"Of course!"
Without a word, Sebastian put his left hand index finger and thumb at the
corners of his mouth and let fly a high pitched wolf-whistle. It was so
high-pitched, that it was barely discernable for human ears. Grauberger winced
at the high-pitched whine, but didn't let go of Sebastian's collar.
"What the fekk was that good for?!" Grauberger growled at the
old commissar.
Sebastian simply smiled a wolf's grin back. "You'll see." he
said. Grauberger raised his meaty fist for the blow.
In the lobby, Cerberus awoke from his nap and twitched his ears,
searching for the source of the Call. His master was the only human that knew
the Call that was all Cerberus knew. And when the Call came, the master was in
trouble. Leaping up and across the counter of the reception in a blur, he ran
towards the source of the Call. Cerberus long claws left horrible scratches in
the marble floors and several Gyrinxes were sent leaping out of their owners
arms as the Callidus wolf-hound ran past with the speed of a rocket. Sadly
though, it passed by von Strab and Sela leapt out of her master's arms and ran
and hid underneath a table, not to come out in hours.
Grauberger realized the commotion too late and turned only to see a
grey-red-black ball of fur and claws come flying towards him. Instinctively
letting go of Sebastian, Grauberger raised his arms to protect himself from
Cerberus powerful jaws and tearing claws. With a scream issuing from his lips,
Grauberger fell backwards to the ground, eighty full kilos of wolfhound landing
on top of him. Noticing no biting, Grauberger lowered his guard and looked straight
at the snarling face of Cerberus, standing astride over the big mans body, a
low growl coming from Cerberus throat.
"Enough, Cerberus. He's learned his lesson." Sebastian said and
Cerberus obeyed immediately.
"YARRICK!!" a hoarse voice screamed from behind. Sebastian
didn't want to turn, but he did it anyways. He looked at the planetary
governor, who was red-faced with rage. 'Oh, God-Emperor, why did I do that?'
Sebastian thought darkly to himself.
"Get yourself and your mangy mutt OUTTA HERE!! NOW!!" von Strab
screamed at Sebastian.
"Yes, milord governor." Sebastian managed after restraining
himself from shooting the man. He always had a laspistol with himself, but
remembered he'd left it home, because of the party. 'Damn,' Seb thought. A
summary execution had been fine now, and Sebastian even had the prosecution
laid up in his mind: "Insulting of Imperial Commissar, punishable with
what the commissar see fit" according to Commissarial Edict 827f,
Sebastian recited to himself in his mind. Now he just hoped that Holt had seen
it all, or at least heard it.
Turning his back towards the angry mob made up of Gyrinx owners,
Sebastian called his dog to his side and walked out. As he came to the
reception, the receptionist had the guts to heave out: "Leaving early, Mr.
Yarrick?"
Sebastian'd had about enough. He gave the snooty receptionist a stare
that could have cut through adamantium and growled:
"That's Commissar Yarrick to you, you little whippersnapper! Now
hand me my greatcoat and cap so I can leave this place!"
The startled receptionist handed the obviously enraged old man his
belongings and watched him leave with his dog.
As Sebastian got to the door, a big hand on his shoulder tried to stop
him.
"There's no use in trying to make
me stay Ed." Sebastian said and sighed heavily. "I've been ordered
out of here, by the governor himself."
"It's not that Seb."
Charleston replied. "I just don't want you to end up in trouble. It's a
dark night out there, and you're an old man."
"I can manage on my own." the
old man said and shrugged of Charleston's grip. "I've got Cerberus to
protect me."
As Seb walked out the main doors of
Infernus Hive Opera House, he turned to Charleston, his eyes shadowed by the
peak of his cap, giving him a sinister look.
"Two more things. Make sure
Ishmael gets home safely. He's not the type that can take much liquor. And stop
calling me old man." Sebastian said and walked out.
"Sure, I will." Charleston
replied, a slight sadness in his voice.
As Sebastian walked down the boulevard,
he turned towards the opera house and sighed. Why did things always go so wrong
for him? As he kept walking home, Sebastian kept pondering on this. Why did no
one listen to him? His grandfather hadn't that day when Sebastian had turned 15
and had wanted the Chaos Hound hunting delayed for a day. Luthor von Strab
hadn't when Sebastian had warned him of the many fatalities around the Cathayan
fugu-fish ten years ago. Fugu. Cathay.
"I know Cerberus, let's spend this
Feast Day at Cheng Fu's Cathayan restaurant, as we usually do. At least you're
allowed there, right, old friend?"
Cerberus gave to a bark as an
approvement. Sebastian Yarrick laughed to himself all the way to Cheng Fu's,
together with Cerberus's joyful barks.
<<< Tertius
Recreation Island, south of Phoenix Island, three days later >>>
"If you can stop doing those
lobs!" Sebastian said as he threw himself after the LazerBall. He missed
it with a hairs width and the ball bounced into the forest behind the LazerBall
court.
"Can't help it Seb." Ishmael
said and made a twitching gesture with his right wrist. "'S all in the
wrist!"
"Whatever!" Sebastian replied
and chased after the ball into the woods. Holt had allowed him a few days off
after von Strab's explosion on him, and Holt had also said Seb could do some
usefulness while away. Usefulness had apparently been; 'Keep Charleston of
me back!'.
Sebastian was soon joined in his
searching by Charleston, but the big Marine seemed to be pondering on something
else than finding a tiny LazerBall. They'd walked a good bit into the woods,
when Charleston finally broke the silence.
"What did you do after you
left?" was all he said.
"I went to Cheng Fu's. After that
I went home. Did you get Ishmael home safely, Ed?" Sebastian replied.
"Yup, and I can say he was more
than tipsy by three o'clock. That's when I got him to bed."
Sebastian made a sign to Charleston to
keep quiet. He edged soundlessly further into the forest. Something had caught
Seb's attention, and with pure curiosity as driving force, Charleston followed.
They walked for a few minutes until they got to the other edge of the forest.
It was the Tertius golf course. Said to be one of the finest golf courses in
the Imperium. It was the 18th hole as far as Sebastian could tell. He could see
the tee from where he was, and wasn't it...?
(Author's Note: On the contrary to
popular belief, golf isn't native to Earth. Instead, it's a sport which
mysteriously appears in all higher standing civilisations and races as soon as
it reaches a certain technology standard and the office people and bosses have
too little to do on their holidays.)
"Ain't we going a bit far away
now, Seb?" Charleston asked.
"Shhh..." Sebastian hissed at
the Space Marine. "I believe that's von Strab up there."
Sebastian pointed at the man at the tee
point. He wasn't alone. He had a servitor caddie with him, and somebody else.
Charleston picked up the magnoculars he
had around his neck and took a look in them. He was wearing them because he had
to supervise his soldiers later in the day. That was where he was going when he
had run into Seb and Ishmael at least. Now he seemed to have forgotten it all.
"That's von Strab alright."
Charleston said and handed the magnoculars to Sebastian so he could have a
look. "I don't know about the other two though."
"Excluding the servitor, they're
three." Sebastian said quietly. "von Strab,
Grauberger and..."
Sebastian
hesitated a bit and touched the zoom runes on the magnoculars.
"By holy Saint Armagon!" Seb
breathed. "I can't believe it. What is Holt doing here?"
Sebastian crept closer to the edge of
the woods.
"Careful Seb." Charleston
warned. "I've heard von Strab's got a good drive..."
"Get real Ed!" Sebastian
snapped him off. "What are the odds on von Strab getting a ball on the
green from there?"
The -thwock!- sound from
Herman's club reached Sebastian's ears to late and as he turned, the white ball
hitting him hard on his brow. Seb was thrown backwards onto the ground and the
ball disappeared into the forest. Charleston ran after the ball and was soon
back with it. He pulled Seb a good fifty metres into the forest and hunched
over him.
"You okay?" Charleston
whispered. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Hmmmm, eight!?" Sebastian
exclaimed, his vision blurred by the whack on his head.
Charleston looked at the two fingers
he'd been holding up and smiled back at Seb. "Good enough! Get up."
"Now that's a head-in-one!"
Sebastian said as he rubbed his forehead where one heck of a lump was forming.
"How's the head?" Charleston
asked as he watched the threesome and the servitor get closer. Holt and
Grauberger weren't as good golfers as von Strab on miles distances.
"It smarts a bit." Sebastian
said and tried a half-hearted smile. He looked at the closing men.
"I see my ball, and Commissar Holt's ball, but I can't see
milord von Strab's ball though." Grauberger said and gestured towards his
blue ball and Holt's red.
"Maybe it flew into the
woods?" Holt suggested. Holt was a tall man, lean but slightly built. His
face had a scar across his right cheek, cut there by a Genestealer claw many
years ago. His hair was closely cropped and blond, his eyes blue. Coming into
his early forties, he'd been stationed on Armageddon for quite a while, nearly
ten years.
Charleston took careful aim and,
muttering the Litany of Secure Aim, threw the little white golf-ball onto the
green. It stopped little more than half a metre from the hole.
"Talk about wonder screw!"
von Strab exclaimed. "I believe the Emperor must be smiling on me
today!"
"By all the saints, so must be the
case, milord!" Holt said as von Strab received the putter from the
servitor.
"But to get back to
business," the governor answered after the sinking the ball into the cup.
"What do you think of these reports we've received?"
Holt realized it was him Herman was
talking to.
"Don't you mean lack thereof?
Maybe it's just Jungle animals. After all, it's only two squads of men."
"Of course, you are probably right
James." von Strab said as he and Holt watched Grauberger put.
Holt got ready for his put but as he
swung the club, von Strab cut in.
"By the way, who will be Yarrick's
replacement when he retires?"
This remark made Holt miss the put and
he looked up sharp at the planetary governor.
"What? Yarrick's going to retire?
He hasn't told me anything about something as that? He looked tired last time
he came down to the Commissariat, so I gave him a few days off from the
reforming mission he has." Holt finally put the ball in the cup and the
servitor got a blank look on its face before it told the three men their
scores. von Strab had won, but Holt and Grauberger had been close behind
though.
"Though he said this was going to
be his last mission, but I thought he meant on Armageddon." Holt said,
looking puzzled. "Who told you this?"
'That's something I also want to know.'
Sebastian thought to himself in the bushes, trying to block out the throbbing
pain in his forehead.
"None of real importance."
von Strab said and wavered it off. "But till his mission is complete, he
remains my tactical advisor. Maybe I should have a talk with him when he comes
back from his holidays?"
"I would also like to have a talk
with that old man." Grauberger said and looked disgruntled. "You know
what he did with my bodyguards!"
"You were breaking Imperial Law,
he was acting correctly according to the Book of Imperial Law and
Punishment!" Holt snapped. He wasn't going to stand here hearing a
comrade-in-arm's name being dragged in the dirt. "Drug dealing is breaking
paragraph 284/js in volume 5 of Imperial Laws."
"I never got to deal them, he
destroyed your only evidence!" Grauberger answered back.
"That's is not the matter right
now!"
"Gentlemen," Herman eased
them. "Let's not begin arguing over something that happened months ago
shall we?"
"Milord Governor, should I remind
you that the cases on the murders of your father and brothers still aren't
closed?" Holt said and shot von Strab a devastating glance. von Strab
looked taken aback by this. Holt looked dangerous even without his smart, black
uniform, and Herman had the feeling that Holt could kill both him and
Grauberger with the golf clubs if necessary, and dismiss it as 'Acting for the
Imperium's Good'.
"Let's not talk more about this,
shall we?" von Strab said as the three left, the servitor caddie crawling
after them on it's mechanical spider's legs.
"Did you hear that Ed?" Sebastian said as he turned to
face Charleston as the others disappeared out of sight.
"Yuh, our thoughts have been
verified." Charleston answered.
"The plot thickens Ed. I have
always thought that Herman killed his own family to seize the power as Governor
of Armageddon. Only thing that troubles me is why Holt doesn't stop both
Grauberger's and von Strab's actions?"
"Though that about the missing
squads worries me." the lieutenant commander said as he and Sebastian
walked back to Ishmael. Seb picked up the LazerBall from the ground as he found
it. "I have a Neophyte squad which hasn't reported back, and it's almost a
week since it set out from base."
"I believe we'll just have to wait
and see what happens Ed." Sebastian said as they entered the LazerBall
court, where a very curious Ishmael waited.
"Where the fekk have you two been?
It can't take that long to find a cursed ball, can it?" Ishmael suddenly
saw the big red lump on Seb's forehead.
"What happened with you Seb?"
"Long story, but as I probably
can't play any more today, I'll tell you as we get back to the hotel."
Sebastian replied and picked up his gear.
"Gee, what for?" Ishmael
asked and picked up his own gear.
"I must get back to Infernus
Commissariat, we may have a situation brewing."
And as the threesome walked back to the
hotel, Sebastian explained everything he'd heard to Ishmael. Charleston didn't
pay too much attention. He'd heard it before. He smiled to himself over the two
old men. Sebastian and Ishmael had been friends since even before the Schola
Progenium. They had much in common, mostly their occupation, or in IG's case,
ex-occupation. And the fact that they both refused to grow up. That was why
they played LazerBall. It was mostly a game for 15 to 18 year olds with good
fitness. Seb and IG had made themselves a reputation as LazerBallers back in
the Schola Progenium. They were as good now as back then, but the poor
youngsters that had been on the neighbouring courts had looked dumbstruck on
the two old men playing as LazerBall pros, not believing what they saw.
Charleston was pulled form his thoughts
by Sebastian's voice.
"Huh, what Seb?" Charleston
said as he came back to reality.
"I said, do you think this is it
Ed? McKenzie has made more horrible predictions than ever, and a big Warp Storm
has cut off Armageddon from the rest of the Imperium. Or is it just Jungle
animals?"
"Let's hope on Jungle
animals." Charleston replied.
"Told you." Ishmael said from
his side. "You're so negative Sebastian."
<<< Upper hab
levels of Infernus Hive, 3 weeks after the Days of the Feast >>>
"Still don't understand why you
harvest your own grapes, Seb." Charleston asked as he let Sebastian stand
on his shoulders to cut down the uppermost grapes.
"Because I like the Callidussian
better than those "native" to Armageddon, Ed. Stretch yourself a bit,
I can't really reach that one." Seb replied.
Charleston grunted a bit as he
straightened himself. Seb had a balcony to his apartment, or whatever one could
call the "balcony". There he had for several years now farmed his own
grapes and made his own wine from. With a little help from the Adeptus
Mechanicus he'd turned the climate on the large balcony into that of the
equatorial regions of Callidus. Sebastian had built some frames out of wood on
which the grapevines could grow on, and they certainly had. The ones that
stretched the highest were nearly out of Sebastians reach, even when standing
on Charleston's shoulders. The one topmost were at the edge of the next balcony
on the apartment above.
"Ed, I said straighten,"
Sebastian muttered to himself. "Ten-hut!"
Hearing the order Charleston made a
perfect attention and grew one more inch. That was all Sebastian needed to grab
hold of the edge and stretch after the last bunch of grapes, but as he did so,
he looked over the edge of the upper balcony floor.
"Aiiie! Look!" a female voice
screamed. Sebastian, sweaty and red-faced having a firm grip around the edge,
looked shocked at the young woman that was sitting on a sun chair, not wearing
more than a bikini. She had obviously been sunbathing, this being the Season of
Fire after all, but she hadn't been alone. A tall, muscular man rose from
another sun chair and looked curiously at Sebastian. Then a grin split his face
and he walked over to Sebastian and knelt down.
"Well, well, well. If it ain't the
old man? Had no idea you looked on girls for fun. But I believe it's common in
your age."
"Now, Grauberger, this is not what
it looks like..." Sebastian tried to explain.
"Oh no Yarrick, you ain't getting
away that easy." the big merchant growled.
"At ease?" Charleston asked
from below. "Okeydokey commissar!"
With that, Charleston let rest and
walked away. Sebastian, still holding a firm grip around the edge, fell down
half metre before his arm muscles finally got it that they should start
working. He fumbled with his feet to find the pole that stuck out of the wall
on his left. This part of Infernus Hive was built to liken the houses of old on
Armageddon, before the Hives became a reality and industry turned the lush
green fields and forests to Ash Wastes. Sebastian's left foot found the pole
and he got his foot over it.
Down on the ground, Charleston paid no
attention to what was happening. He was busy taking in the baskets full of
grapes, when Seb's doorbell rang. Charleston went and opened it and saw the
planetary governor standing on the outside, without Arbiter escort or anything.
"Is Yarrick here?" he asked,
before he saw Cerberus coming up behind Charleston. The wolfhound was not
enraptured of seeing the governor. He smelled Gyrinx. A low growl came from the
wolf's throat.
"Get that dog away from me,
Lieutenant Commander." Herman said and swallowed. He was aware of how
dangerous Cerberus was, the quarter of Chaos-hound making him twice as
dangerous and totally fearless.
"Now Grauberger, make no hasty decisions!" Sebastian
squealed, falling very out of character with himself.
"Keep off my back Yarrick! And
especially my dames!" Grauberger said and shoved off Sebastian from the
edge. Sebastian landed on the pole, with a leg on each side of it. His face
contorted into a wile grimace of pain and agony as he glared up on Grauberger.
The merchant just gave him a pleased smile as reply and disappeared from
vision. Sebastian let his head fall against the wall as he exhaled for the
first time since the pole had smashed into his groin. He tried to hold back the
tears of pain, but it was no use. They ran down his face and as he relaxed his
grip with his hand around the pole somewhat, he spun round 180 degrees and
became hanging upside-down, the pain easing somewhat. Sebastian poked his head
through the green roof of the grape plants and looked around. Charleston was
nowhere to be seen, but he heard voices and they were coming closer. It was
Charleston and von Strab, which he could make out. Instinctively, he ducked
back up and hung in a very uncomfortable sort of way, but he was supposed to be
reviewing the troops, not harvest grapes. His head disappeared through the
foliage just as von Strab and Charleston entered the balcony.
"I'm sorry 'bout Cerberus,
governor. I believe you smell Gyrinx and Cerberus does not like Gyrinxes."
Charleston chuckled.
"Right," von Strab answered,
not the slightest bemused. "So, where's the old man?"
"I don't know really."
Charleston said and looked around, confused. "He was here a minute ago."
"Maybe he got other things to
do." von Strab tried. "He's a busy man, after all."
"But he didn't pass the door of
what I know. Maybe he's hiding somewhere?"
"Never mind," von Strab said
and waved off Charleston's question. "Just tell him when you see him that
I want to talk to him. I'll be in the tactical room in the Upper Spire."
With that von Strab left, but as he got
to the door, he stopped dead. Seb took a brief moment to relax his back and
bent down beneath the foliage and looked at Charleston, who looked back with a
confused and shocked expression, and then at von Strab. Seb ducked back up just
as Herman turned round to look back at where Seb had been a split second
earlier. von Strab walked up to where Seb had hung.
"What is hanging here then?"
Herman said bemused and looked upwards. "A bunch of grapes?" He
plucked down a grape and ate it, smiling at its taste.
"Had no idea Yarrick was growing
his own." von Strab said as he left.
"He likes having a hobby, and he
doesn't like the Armageddon grapes so much. You know, the ones grown in
Volcanus, Tempestora and Tartarus."
"I see. Equatorial Callidussian,
right?" von Strab asked standing in the doorway.
"Yup. By the way, I'll tell him
governor." Charleston said and closed the door. Turning on the magnetic
locks, Charleston went out on the balcony again. Cerberus where already sitting
underneath where Sebastian was hanging, the old man's head poking through the
foliage again.
"You okay Seb?" Charleston
asked worriedly as he helped the commissar down.
"I'm fine, except my groin hurts a
fekking lot." Sebastian replied and walked inside. "I think I'll have
to freeze the grapes, no matter how little I like it. And as soon as the pain
abates, I'll go see what the governor wants."
"Hope you'll wear something else
than a singlet and your breeches." Charleston said as he carried the last
basket of grapes inside.
<<< Infernus
Hive Spire, Tactical Room, 2 hours later >>>
Sebastian walked in a quick march as he
approached the tactical room. It had been a long time since he'd been used as
tactical advisor, but by the Emperor, he had knowledge of tactics. He'd been
fed with it from a tender age because of his grandfather. When the other kids
had played Loyalists and Traitors, Sebastian had learned how to fight and
outwit a real Berzerker opponent, tactical wise and in close combat. He'd read
about Imperial Law and Creed when the other had read comic books. Then
Sebastian hadn't liked it, but now he was glad he had as he had a great
advantage now. His many years of personal experience also paid off.
As he got to the entry doors, the two
fully armoured Arbiters saluted him sharply and Sebastian answered it. With a
hiss the entry doors opened, a sound Sebastian thought sounded too much as the
hiss of the Ash Waste Cobras. He shrugged of the feeling of foreboding he got
when he thought of the creatures.
Horrible summed up the sand cobras quite well. He took off his peaked
commissar's cap, went into attention and saluted the assembled officers.
"At ease Commissar Yarrick,"
von Strab said as he looked up from the map of Armageddon Prime that was
projected on the glass of the table the men were assembled around. As Sebastian
relaxed, he found much to his chagrin that no chair was empty. Seemed they didn't
want him to stay long then. This was not a good sign.
Sebastian looked around at the
assembled men. There was of course von Strab, but also General Hurley of the
1st Steel Legion, Colonel Archer of the 15th Steel Legion, Lord General Terhune
of the Planetary Defence Force (PDF for short), Lord Inquisitor Yudka (who made
Seb unintentionally shrug), Princeps Kurtiz Mannheim, Princeps Prime of the
Iron Skulls Titan Legion, and Commissar Holt.
Hurley, Archer and Mannheim were
temporarily stationed here, that Sebastian knew, so this had to be severe.
"Commissar Yarrick, may I ask you
something?" Herman began. Addressing him with rank wasn't von Strab's way,
so this was bad, Seb knew.
"Go ahead, milord."
"You know that three weeks ago,
Armageddon was 'hit' by an asteroid the size not seen in centuries, millennia’s
even. Hasn't it bothered you that it never crashed?"
"Indeed it has." Sebastian
replied, feeling the tiny shard of metal inside his greatcoat pocket. He'd put
it there when he was at Cheng Fu's and completely forgotten it since. The same
went for the paper with the glyph on that Ishmael had handed him.
"Right, because the answer's
simple. It was a Space Hulk, and it has landed."
The silence after von Strab's words was
deafening. Sebastian felt for the first time surprised in twenty years.
"Maybe it's fate that a warp-storm
of immense size has started right now, disabling any help from the rest of the
Imperium reaching Armageddon, but on the other hand we won't need it, as I'm
fully aware that we can manage on our own." Herman said and smiled.
Sebastian couldn't take it; he had to
put in his word.
"Permission to speak freely,
governor?"
"Of course Yarrick."
"I think we should at least send
out something to find out what we're facing..."
"We already know what we're
facing, commissar!" the governor snapped him off. "This morning
Volcanus Hive fell to an allied force of Berzerkers and and an Orkish Horde
under the joined command of Lord Kharn and an Ork Warlord named Ghazghkull Mag
Uruk Thraka."
Sebastian looked shocked at the
governor.
"Is this some sort of joke,
milord?" Sebastian queried.
"No, Yarrick, it isn’t,"
Herman softly replied.
"Then we MUST inform the Imperium
of our, hrm, situation. We cannot fight such a war alone! We need immediate
assistance from the Adeptus Astartes!"
"I told you the warp-storm makes
all inter-stellar travel impossible! Besides, we can fight this battle alone!
We have got one and a half company of Space Marines already stationed here! We
even have a Titan Legion at our disposal!" von Strab shouted. Seb was too
well aware of the governor's short fuse. And glory-hunger and incompetence.
"It's barely ONE Company!"
Sebastian shouted with a gesture. "The 8th is still drawing
Neophytes!"
"Okay, have it your way, Yarrick.
I'll listen to you." von Strab said and calmed down, pinching the bridge
of his nose with his fingers.
"Good. We can fix it without help
from the Imperium, but then you'll have to do exactly as I say. First and
foremongst is Kharn's Berzerkers. Never fight a Berzerker on equal terms. He's
too good a tactician for that. If you're not careful, he'll outflank you and
outmanoeuvre you like that!"
Sebastian snapped his fingers to
emphasize his meaning.
"Go on, commissar" von Strab
said, steepling his fingers.
"Secondly, the Orks. They're mean
and green. That's how far most of your knowledge stretches on orks. More so,
they're tough as heck and they're quite capable of surviving in nearly any
environment. The ash wastes of Armageddon poses no threat to them. Possibly the
sand cobras, but nothing else will. I've never heard of Warlord Ghazghkull
Thraka before, but as he's warlord he's undoubtly very powerful."
"Your advise Yarrick?"
"With the aid of the Iron Skulls
and 8th company of the Death Angels knock them out with an enormous military
force in one decisive hammer blow."
"Thank you." von Strab said
and smiled. "Dismissed."
Sebastian got the shocked look again.
"B-but, you said that...the
foe..." he stuttered forth, completely taken aback by the order.
"You're my tactical ADVISOR,"
Herman and looked forgiving. "That doesn't mean I have to listen to you.
Besides, we can do this without any help, so don't even think the thought of
sending out a distress signal."
Sebastian stuttered forth something
unhearable and involuntarily reached for his holstered laspistol.
"I'd strongly recommend not doing
so, Yarrick. The exit's that way!" and with a gesture von Strab showed
were the door was.
Against his own will, Sebastian left
the Tactical Room, ignoring the salutes of the Arbiters. Once again he'd been
incapable of doing his duty. The governor had after all broken several Imperial
Laws, Seb was sure. In his mind, Sebastian kicked himself for being such a
weakling. His grandfather would have shot the brains out of von Strab without
blinking. But then again, his grandfather had been the military commander of
Armageddon, not von Strab. It was horrifying for Sebastian to realize he would
never become as great a commissar as his grandfather.
When Sebastian got home, he made
certain Charleston wasn't there and locked his door securely. After that, he
called Cerberus to his knee and as he hugged the big wolfhound, he started
weeping tears of shame.
Princeps Mannheim didn’t really listened to von Strab after
Yarrick left, neither did Holt. Both had been worried about the old man. In
their ears, Seb's 'advise' had sounded like a battle-plan especially made for
this. Mannheim woke from his daydream when his name was mentioned.
"Princeps, if the orks and
Berzerkers get through the jungle, which I doubt, do you think you can stop
them?" Herman asked.
"Of course, with support. But
shouldn't we do as Yarrick said?" Mannheim asked worriedly.
"Maybe, but what does he
know?" von Strab said with a shrug. The governor went back to explaining
his battle plan to the other officers.
"A fekking lot, it appears."
Mannheim thought to himself.
"Mannheim," von Strab broke
Mannheim's thoughts once again. "I want you to move north and engage the
enemy."
"Of course. With who?" the
princeps asked.
"Beg your pardon?" von Strab
said with a confused look. "With your Legion of course."
"Governor, don't say your thinking
on sending me up there alone, without infantry support?"
"What do you think,
princeps?" Herman said dryly.
Mannheim saw in von Strab's eyes that
the man was serious. This was madness. No Titan Legion could hold on it's own
against an entire enemy force without infantry support.
"Maybe we should listen to
Yarrick." Mannheim said and looked worried.
"Look here Kurtiz," von Strab
said, an undertone of annoyance in his voice. "On this planet I'm in
charge now, not the Yarrick family. It's been nearly a hundred years since
Commissar General Rolf Yarrick gave my family command of this planet. You do as
I say or you can got to Helsreach!"
"Yes milord." Mannheim said
as he realized the insanity that lurked inside von Strab and his orders.
"I'll go get ready."
In his mind, Mannheim thought on how to
tell his wife and children he'd never see them again.