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Walther Khon

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ottoman

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An empire of shapeshifters, the Erutins value their twin above all. Largely peaceful, they remain prepared for war.

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Deceased

So begins...

Walther Khon's Story

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Walther Khon lead his own strike team, a great deal more quiet than either the local police or the Coalites, as the minute forces weaved its ways through the streets and allies on the opposite side of the warehouse. They would draw the attention, and the Imperials would be the finishing strike. Black-clad men and women in suits that showed not even a hint of flesh navigated a similarly colored cityscape, the psyhics among their number striking lights out with their minds as they neared the street that barred the facility's wall from them.

And it was there that they waited, weapons at the ready for the sign they required, guards posted on the perimeter in their sights.

As the police drew their attention, gunfire erupting on the far side, the Belkans took their shots; what guards remained found their lives snuffed out before a platoon of commandos stole across the street, cutting holes in the fences with plasma torches. Walther eyed it all with a small hint of pride behind the smooth face of his helmet, moving forward with his own small entourage to pour into the compound's ground, making good time for the warehouse's wall.

They were the cancer that would eat these Halo scum out from the inside, all they needed was the signal.

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It didn't take long after that for the Imperial strike team to spring into action, silenced weapons and psychic methods removing most of the noise from their assault as they surgically delved into the place's belly. Were it not for the NBC regulations that the force was under, the smell of of the drugs and the beings trafficked here would have revealed much of the place's purpose, but Khon cared little for such matters.

He was here to simply remove another heretical element from this pathetic world.

Only a sub-gun found itself in his hands, though he had yet to use it, their way largely unhampered as they moved to strike before the Coalition could get inside. They didn't want witnesses, and they didn't want anyone willing to side with UCON leaving this engagement.

"Ritter, the slave pens are coming up, on the left." Spoke one of his aides, having been notified to call out any such thing were it that they came up. The response was, as usual, grim.

"You know what to do. Delta lance, deal with the witnesses."

The lofty roof of the place echoed with what little fire the Halos offered against them, soon struck down, their weapons turned on the captives they had held. Walther was no stranger to it, of course, figuring it an act of mercy if anything, these slaves having been destined for little more than a life of prostitution or mindless labor.

Regardless, they were animals. It was hardly a sin. They just had to cover it up.

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The Imperial troops continued to massacre the captives of the Halos in their cages and restraints, giving them no quarter as they took up the Halos' weaponry and turned it on them, saving their own rounds for the enemies that could fight back. This was simply a mopping operation. Walther paced the are as they continued, their own rear-guard fending off the Halo stragglers and ankle-biters with their rifles and their minds, the occasional dark bolt of energy flying about into a silent, almost absorbing explosion.

Still, the sounds of approaching gunfire warned him that things were about to go south, at least so far as the massacre as a whole, were it that they were discovered. To help quicken the pace he too took up one of the rifles - what looked to be a device of Soviet manufacture, the tell-tale banana magazine curving under the receiver - and proceeded to those captives that had not yet been visited, sticking the steel sights through the wires and ending their pitiful existence.

A waste of ammunition, but not a waste of time.

"Ritter, Coalition troops are drawing near!"

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"Verdamnt!" The inquisitor exclaimed, eyes widening as he could witness the muzzle flashes of their companions from around corners and through windows, moving himself to rake the crowds that remained with automatic fire until the weapon was dry, soon clattering to the ground as he strode purposefully to his aides.

"Orders, inquisitor?"

"We're leaving. Leave one or two to mop up here, we're joining the Coalition force." Best to keep their eyes pointed in another direction, and not here. The black figures raced through the place, rear-guard still holding down the choke-points that they'd entered through as a skeleton squad remained to cut-down what was left. A good lance or two moved to flank the gangers and Halos that scrambled away from Gecas' men, waiting for an order to strike before mowing them down at Khon's behest.

The mask over the Ritter's face soon parted, his voice echoing in the room, barely managing over the gunfire. "Gecas! Where are we needed?!"

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He didn't hesitate to cut down those that were labeled as hostiles, Terran and Scatterran alike falling to both his men and himself, careful bursts from his shouldered weapon dropping men and women with barely a kick. The depleted uranium rounds might have provided something of a hazard to those not properly equipped or prepared... but those were issues Walther didn't much consider. It was something he'd let the Coalites discover when they grew old, if they managed that.

"Seems like the pigs started slaughtering their own chattel, not wanting any of it to fall into our hands." Theirs, rather. The Coalition had a penchant for being goody-goody with these animals, the whole matter disgusted Khon immensely. "There's not much left as is."

Certainly not a lot once his men had seen to it.

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Walther Khon approached behind Anton, standing perhaps an inch or two taller in his black garb, soon slinging the weapon he had across his chest as the faceplate revealed his visage again. "... the Aschen, smuggling Scatterrans?" He asked, lightly curious at that note, having not expected the Coalition to find itself so hurt by the war. It was almost a mark of shame on the Empire that their cousins suffered so.

If this were the case then he'd have to report his findings as soon as possible - with proper research, of course. Credible sources and not just hearsay.

"Judging from the state some of them were in, it was safe to say it was sexual bondage, sir." Reported one of the Belkans, who finished killing off what slaves he had found in the warehouse. The thought alone made the Inquisitor's skin crawl, ready to burn this planet as a whole for such a desecration.

The dark man eyed Anton, "The Aschen's time of bondage is looming, cousin."

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The other spoke the truth on that matter and Khon knew it. The Empire was slow to rouse, even moreso now that it included the Erutin domain in a dual-monarchy, but it would be a muster that none could resist - not even the Aboraz and their demon Collective. Even they shuddered in fear now at their combined might!

... but this place, this place made his skin crawl. To know that such injustices took place and that the Empire had still yet to quash it, or annex it under their glorious domain. Perhaps efforts to further its liberation should be included in his next report.

"Perhaps its best just to burn all the infection away." He mused, knowing that slavers were the least of this world's worries. Xenos, mutants, heretics and worse lay here, and the Scatterrans from the Coalition and elsewhere mingled and even lay with them.

"Then... if that is the case, we will put a million of theirs in a grave for every one of us they dare to take."

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Hope was in uniform for once, using the same features she had as Leoni. It kept Norry from figuring out the truth after all. He had become, at this point, a cover.

Hope felt too old for him at times. He seemed stuck a teenager and she? Not so much, especially considering her responsibilities.

Oddly, she wore no name tag. They had dubbed her Leilah here, after some angel, to her amusement, though they never said it to her face. She had heard the whispers.

She had a feeling she'd be relocated soon. The soldiers here were beginning to suspect her age. She had already downed the bond breaking serum, a second time, just to be sure nothing held onto her.

It was necessary, for the next cover she'd need to have.

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It was an odd enough place, Terra, that Walther had the opportunity to wear his uniform openly with the Aschen occupation. It was an odd thought, being on friendly terms with this other power, and on such good terms that his uniform would buy him safe passage wherever he needed to go. It seemed that the sovraks didn't want to risk poor relations with his home, and for the most part he didn't blame them.

Imperial wrath was a horrifying thing to witness and weather, once it was stirred. Already they nearly had the Erutin insurgents under their thumb, and only a matter of time before they were snuffed out of their pathetic lives.

But here. This place was odd. He was to purify it, while they were his allies.

He shook his head, not thinking about things too much when he noticed a uniform not unlike his own, though it bore an Erutin cut and not a traditional Belkan one. Eyes glanced over the other without thinking really, though something about the face as she approached stirred him to look twice and Walther soon stopped mid-stride as he recognized the face he saw.

It was her.

The look of shock he wore twitched for a moment, unsure as he stared her down, walking opposite of him.

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Hope had noted, more for the peculiarity of it, the man who stopped and stared, and frowned, meeting his gaze. What on Terra? Wait a second... Hope paled, as she realized exactly who that was, her lips forming his name, though no sound came out.

He wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near this planet, much less in the same city as her! What had happened?

Hope swallowed. She could face down great beasts, opposing armies, and regularly had debates with Kampf himself, and with Wing. But the sight of Walther?

Hope turned sharply and took off, not caring for propriety. She'd report in via another route. She couldn't face him!

Not after what had happened...

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He hesitated for a moment, having seen her eyes and knew quite well the truth of the matter. It was her, and he had no intention of letting her get away this time, not to whatever corner of the universe she wished now. Walther set into a pace, sprinting after her, dodging and barreling through those that stood in his way. There was no way in Hell she'd be gone again, not after this long.

He probably wouldn't get another chance.

Khon tackled her at the first chance he got, not wanting to give her the chance at escape, only holding back from striking her at the risk of losing all he had worked so hard to get. He was beyond words, and though his lips moved at times nothing came out of them.

He simply mouthed things he wanted to say, beginning to speak only to have his voice leave him, though through it all he managed one word through a voice that had weathered and worn itself so far from the one she used to know.

"... why?"

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Hope couldn't fight hi, couldn't fight Walther, the man she had once deeply loved. Instead, she turned in his arms to face him. "They said I was getting too close." She whispered. "They said...they had reassigned me, to make the leaving look natural. I left a note, an apology, and explanation...but it couldn't have ever been enough." She whispered, tears in her eyes.

"You look so different." She had forgotten other aged. Seeing Liese age, it was always so unnerving. They usually spoke through video call now, so she wouldn't be so reminded that her friend had gray hairs.

"They re-assigned me here. Told me to take up my old cover again. I was told you'd never be assigned her, guaranteed." It had been a lie. She wanted to touch him, touch his aged cheeks, but didn't dare. He had grown older.

It was so hard to watch.

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She backpedaled, no doubt, the man listening to the voice he'd learned to detest in his dreams as she tried to provide an explanation for years of misery on his part. Walther's face twisted somewhere between rage and sorrow, his mind unsure of how to command his muscles, twitching every so often in confusing. He didn't know what to feel about this, but he certainly knew what to feel.

"Bullshit." He mused, quiet, stark and final. There was no note, no apology, and no explanation. "Ruin my life, and everything's... everything's fine. Looking fit as a fiddle." Walther mocked her, though there was nothing playful about it, nor was there any pleasure in his voice.

He wanted to ask her what it felt like, being so free, going where-ever she pleased, doing whatever she liked. Wanted to ask her how their daughters were doing. Wanted to know how Academy felt for a thirty-two year old man.

But he couldn't articulate anything of what he wanted, years of dreaming for this day vanishing at the sight of her. He loved this woman, and that was why it hurt him so much.

"Where is my son?"

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Hope closed her eyes, knowing better than to ask about their daughter, about what had happened to her peaceful lawyer that he had joined the Landwachter of all things. Her leaving must have twisted him so...

She couldn't imagine what it had done to their daughters. "Auggy is at my house. I can take you. He..he asks after you sometimes." She had kept up with her old family as long as possible.

"I don't...I didn't mean to ruin everything." But she believed she had. "I...I'll take you to him. To Auggy. He'll be excited. He's grown so much."

But he was still broken, still not whole, and it showed. Hope had been allowed one person, her husband, or one of the children. She had chosen Auggy, who had so desperately needed all the help he could get.

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He scowled at that, eyes narrowing violently as he took in the frightened woman beneath him. It was pathetic, she couldn't even stomach to look at the man she had abandoned. "Look at me, god damn it." He breathed, seething.

It was the very least she could do, having destroyed him already.

But the thought that Augustus was alive. It chilled him to the bone, and he didn't quite know what to make of that, pausing in thought for a moment or two. He wanted his son, but would it even be his son anymore?

Was he even Augustus' father?

He was crying, of course, from the pain of it all, but the rage in his breast didn't ease with time, simply growing warmer with every passing moment. "I want my son back." He needed his son, to at least see him again. It had been so very long.

But he wanted there to be no doubt that he wished nothing to do with her, if he thought that there was another way to get to his son he would have taken it.

"Just take me to him."

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Hope flinched away from his anger, and forced herself to look at Walther. Nervous, and frightened of the one man she would never harm other than her own son, she touched the tears on is cheek.

"You can see him, as much as you like. He talks now, a little, though not a lot. Normally to himself, things he thinks he needs to do." And it hurt. Her son was so...broken. And it was her own fault, daring to have children with a man not her own species. A man who had her pinned right now.

“He’s better than he used to be. He was worse at one point but he got…he speaks. Regularly.” Even if not always to her.

"Our...our girls. Are they okay?" It can't have been easy for them, doing anything, keeping secret their past, until it was almost acceptable. Even now relations were rocky. "Are they ...did they adjust. Without me?"

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He recoiled back from her touch, not wanting her touch, knowing he would like it. He didn't need that, and didn't want it. The last time still hurt too much. Walther wanted to ask why it was that she changed her stance so quickly on Augustus, but decided to hold those words back - not for Hope's sake, but for the sake of seeing Augustus.

But that Augustus still lived. That alone removed half of his drive, half of his will to continue with what he had. For forever and a day it seemed that he was gone, dead to all, and that would light a fire that would burn in Khon's heart for an eternity.

Not so.

"My daughters are good women, proud, and one is a proud wife. The other lives with them. They were always close." Very much so. Walther pulled away, regretting that he'd even followed her.

He regretted even meeting her.

Soon enough the knight stood, leaving her to her devices and decisions. Run, if she wanted to. He wouldn't stop her.

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Hope flinched. They were more his than hers. She knew it too. She was quit, and took a few steps away. "This way." She murmured, and glanced over his uniform, taking in his rank and decoration. He had...advanced. A lot.

Hope couldn't be proud with him. Couldn't muster much spirit of any sort. She led the way through he streets, finally coming to a small home, that looked barely big enough for one. She fiddled slightly with the doorknob and opened it.

It was much larger inside than out.

"Auggy! I'm home sweetie, and I have someone special here. Come and see him?"

She waited until Walther was inside before closing the door, messing with the doorknob once more.

Augusts came down a staircase that couldn't have existed in the house outside, and looked to Walther curiously. He knew that man.

The adult walked forward until he was less then a foot away, and, uncertain, held out his arms. "Mom says you hug people you like and you missed. Can I hug you, Dad?" He knew this man.

This was his dad. Mom had lots of pictures.

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He had followed, quiet, unimposing, having only taken the time to straighten his uniform out of habit from where he had tackled her. The house was a curious one, though he remembered its mentions through odd conversations in distant memories, entering it only hesitantly, slowly.

The place inside was amazing, in its own little way. To think that all of this was in such - No. It wasn't possible. It was Erutin technology, and he knew it. More special methods to cheat reality, that she had cheated him and his daughters.

And the son he now saw.

What a handsome man he had become, Khon hard pressed to keep his steely expression as the other approached, having to bite his lip to keep it from quivering. Walther was drawing blood from it before long, doing his best to keep the image that the LW had beaten him into.

But he nodded, wanting the hug, returning the arms as he soon threw them about his son. Tears fell freely now that none could see, his face over Augustus' shoulder, and Hope behind him.

"Of course August. Of course."

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August returned the hug and smiled, not letting go. "Is Dad going to stay? Are Caroline, and Helene going to come too?" Hope flinched at this, but August didn't even notice.

He just kept hugging his dad, not wanting to let the man go. He even smelled like Dad, but sadder. Not as happy.

August didn't understand why.

Hope took a seat in a chair, and quietly looked away, wanting to let them spend time together, unable to answer.

Walther was not here for her. There had likely been a processing error, since Liese retired. He would be here to further Hegemony interests, which meant purifying this 'ally' of theirs of undesirables, leading the Nightwatch, and other...other work.

Hope swallowed and sighed quietly. She'd request a change of station. It would likely be denied but what else could she do. It no doubt hurt Walther to know she even lived.

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Dad stiffened at that, trying to keep himself from sobbing over the boy's shoulder. Boy. He pondered that for a moment as he quietly amended himself. Man. This was a man before him, and quite a man at that. There was no reason why he shouldn't be proud of him, and again did the man regret that any of this had ever happened.

What pride can a single father hold, siring children and not able to keep his wife?

"No, August. I... I can't stay. Caroline and Helene are far away." He tried his best to be happy about it, but he couldn't manage, at least not well; Walther's voice shook as he spoke, not wanting to let on to his child how his parents felt.

"H-... Helene's going to be a mom soon, August. You get to be an uncle." And he got to be a grandfather, even if he never visited. He couldn't stand to, seeing a viable, functional family. Walther didn't want to ruin their days with his sour expression and constant depression, and simply stayed away, sending generous gifts to his daughters, and his respect to Helene's husband.

"I... I just got lost for a very long time."

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Hope sobbed, breath hitching. Helene was to me a mom. That made her a grandmother, though not for the first time. She stood and walked on to the kitchen, intent on doing something else. She'd fix dinner. That would be for the best. The absolute best she was certain. What else could she do?

August turned to watch her go confused. Mom seemed sad. Dad seemed sad. "Dad, stay for dinner. Mom cooks good. Tonight is lasagna night. It's yummy." It was more than he normally ever talked at all. "Stay tonight? Mom misses you. She cries a lot."

Mom was special, he knew. She was also scared, and she wouldn't say of what. He just knew he liked Mom and Mom liked Dad, even if she seemed real sad.

"I'm glad your not lost now. I was sad, when you were lost. Viktoria was too." Viktoria had been his playmate and had not understood why he couldn't seem to understand what happened.

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He remained for a few moments, holding his son there as he debated, mentally. Could he manage to sit and eat at a table with someone he hated and loved at the same time? No doubt his son, his wonderful, innocent son wanted him to return to her, but he didn't know if he could. Walther didn't know if he could manage that for his son.

He would kill for him, die for him, but he didn't have the stomach to live for him.

"I... I can't say no to my boy." Khon managed, pulling back to put his cheek against August's, his own rather damp with the tears he'd squeezed out. How he missed this man! How he had prayed for this very day to come, and here it was...

... more painful than he had ever imagined it.

"I... I might eat here. In the living room. I don't... I don't think mom wants me here." At least at the same table. Walther couldn't help himself from how he began to cry now, sobs edging into his voice as he thought of Hope, crying.

No, she couldn't cry! She didn't know what this pain was that he had to live with. She was the villain in his eyes, in the dream and the vision he had created. It wasn't possible.

But he could hear her now. Was it true, or was it simply guilt?

"I love you, Augustus. I have always loved you."

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August looked confused. You didn't eat in the living room! That wasn't right at all, you at at the table in the dining room. It was the eating room, not the living room.

The man pulled his dad's hand. "Okay. I'll set the table." And he'd set it for Dad also. Dad sat at the head of the table. He had been setting a full table, for five, for years now. Hope knew better than to not make food for every plat, and to parcel it out as well.

Augustus didn't take well to it. Just in case his sister's or Dad appeared, and here his Dad was.

Hope, in the kitchen, finished setting up the lasagna, and put it in the oven to bake. "Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes, Auggy!" Most of it had been in a slow cooker for hours already. It just needed to all be combined.

August smiled at this and set the table careful, precisely. Each cup and each utensil and each plate had its place.

Hope slipped out of the kitchen, and to the living room. Not able to meet her eyes, she spoke. "What would you like to drink, Walt- Ritten-Standartanführer?"

She didn't think he wanted her to use his name. She just...she didn't.

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Walther watched, hurting all the while as his son set off to deal with the table, the plates and the glasses and the forks and spoons. It was amazing how precise the man could be, far more than himself even after years of drill and practice. He had it down to an art.

Khon hadn't followed his son, simply stood where he had in the living room, unmoving as he quietly cried out what he needed to now before he moved to eat with them. There was no reason that he should be sobbing into his plate. It would be beyond rude.

And even if she had done him the ultimate disservice, as an officer he knew he was better than that.

Soon he threw hands to his face at the sound of Hope nearby, to cover his shame and to wipe at his eyes in a futile gesture. They were leaking, and they wouldn't stop no matter how he tried. "... water, Leoni." He used her name, if it was even her name, as he knew it. He was dad again tonight, and he would do the best he could for his son.

Augustus deserved it.

"Just water." Came his voice, muffled behind his hands, wobbling between sobs.