Eastern Wing City

"So Jurgen, any new reports come in yet?" The famous and well known Commisar, Ciaphas Cain spoke to his trusted aid. Gunner Jurgen, the man who has kept him alive ever since he was assigned to him. Of course with no window to prop open to let the smell of unwashed socks air out, he was relying on the vents to air some of it out.

"Sir, while we were busy helping that prisoner of the Shadow Legion. The Shadow Legion struck at a city known as Ridgecrest. Imperial Guard forces are moving in in force to stop it. Unfortunately we were not contacted, and even if we were to go right now even with my driving we would be late." Jurgen spoke handing him the report.

As Cain nodded grabbing a cup filled with Tauna, a knock was heard at his door. Looking over to Jurgen he nodded back as she walked over to the wooden door and unlocked it. He then opened it up. The place was under constant Imperial watch so it was relatively safe...of course with the sight of a Battle Sister greeting the man, he stepped out of the way. "Commissar sir, you have a visitor." Jurgen spoke the obvious.

A Sister of Battle? Here? He had met a few of them in his time, and usually all those times were wracked with more frustration. They were not the most disciplined force, and they had a tendency to confuse Martyrdom with unnecessary sacrifice. Of course knowing her visit, something was definitely up. Making a sign of the Aquila as per greeting with the warriors of the Imperial Cult, he motioned for her to come inside. "Greetings Sister, what can I do for you today?" He asked putting away the documents for later.

The proud sister held her breath as the door opened, her mind racing with scenarios of Cain turning her away. They faded as the casual aid announced her, and the warm welcome the decorated hero gave eased her spirits a little.

She returned the proper greeting, and bowed her head for a moment. She gripped the holy of her blade to keep her hand steady.

"I must confess," she made a point of making eye contact with the man once she lifted her head. "It was quite the honor to have you agree to meeting me. I never dreamt my service to The Emperor would put me face to face with such a hero of Man."

She truly did respect Cain, what citizen of The Imperium didn't?

Slowly she stepped into the office, trained eyes sweeping over every inch of it. It was pleasant, cozy even. An ugly thing though, compared to the Sister's chapel, she thought.

"But sadly I did not come for the sake of pleasantries. No.." She shook her head, her noble baring showing signs of fatigue. "I will speak the plaineat truth to you, Commissar.." a pause hung for a moment, the woman's pride making the words hard to choke out. "No, I come to ask for a favour.. For help, from a stranger.."

Helisma decided to let the sentence remain unfinished, instead motioning to the chairs in front of Cain's desk. "May I sit, Commissar?"

"Feel free to take a seat Sister." Cain spoke as he nodded. His aid returning to his side after closing the door along with the smell that seemed attached to him. Now this was something, she called him a Hero. Well he did not really feel like it but it never hurt to keep this up.

Of course, she was here to ask for a favor of all things. Well, he was not exactly going to refuse but...He felt like something was amiss here. Now what was she going to ask? "Once you get situated, please feel free to say what you want from me. If you wish, my aid can pour you a cup of tea, he is rather good at making tea." He spoke as he himself took a sip of the bitter liquid in his cup.

Helisma slid into the seat rather graceful for someone in full plate. She was quite impressed by the man's hospitality, but a little wary of his bluntness. A Commissar must be direct, true, but it made her wonder just how compassionate the man would be.

Until that is, tea was mentioned.

The Sister's head cocked to the side a little, perking up at the thought. "Tea? She sounded almost incredulous. "Normally I would never trouble a host," she ran a gloved hand through her silvery hair, shrugging. 'But our Chapel has seen nothing but Imperial Guards rations for..A very long time. I haven't had tea in near a year."

The moment she said it she mentally chastised herself. "Great, I seem a pauper set to beg for food at this rate."

She shrugged again. "Please, I spoke without thinking. I did not come here for tea," her rather low voice grew dull. "No, I came here for this." She practically spat the Last word as she produced a crumpled up letter, and slammed it on Cain's desk.

"You are free to read it, but to surmise this dregg, it is a letter from the Ecclisiarcy of Holy Terra. It is addressed to all Sisters of my order." She paused for a moment, struggle to maintain her temper at the thought. "It orders my Order disbanded, for lack of a Major Order to answer to."

She bit her lip, unsure of how much information to unload on Cain at once. She considered for a moment, as she locked eyes with him again.

"I come here not behalf of myself, but for my Sisters.." She shrugged again, squirming a little in her seat.

"I must confess. Though it is addressed to all the Sisters of my order, as Maiden of The Flame it came to me first. I. I have not had the heart to share it with them yet.." Again she locked eyes with Cain. "Not before I tried all I could to stop this."

Cain kept still as the Sister slammed what had been in her hands, of course he internally got surprised. Looks like she was silently fuming in anger. Of course he maintained his composure as she skimmed the letter as she helped surmise it. They were to be disbanded under orders of the Ecclisiarcy of Holy Terra.

No wonder she was mad, it seemed that she had yet to tell the other Battle Sisters of this rather damnable news for them. He narrowed his eyes in thought as he read the letter. Well this was certainly something, but she had mentioned not having a Major Order to answer to.

"I see...News like this being given to your Sisters would no doubt cause them to be furious..." Cain spoke. Having undisciplined Sisters of Battle, and having that news sent to them would no doubt result in something bad...of course if they did receive the news he had hoped that they silently accepted but he was not going to take that chance.

"If I may ask, the Order of the Sacred Rose was here on Terra. However, from what I hear you don't have major Order to follow. I hear some...rumors of a second organization of Sisters of Battle with a Living Saint with black wings. However...You seem to be not part of that Order. Might I ask what Order you follow?" Cain asked as he looked at Helisma.

The Sister's face visible melted in relief, and she slumped back in her seat a little. He was willing to liaten! He hasn't thrown her out! There was a chance. She folded her hands, resting them on her lap, and thought for a second.

"Yes.. I can see why you'd not know if us. The Order of the Last Light is not...Famous. Nor is it large. To answer you though, we've never technically served a Major Order. Its unusual I know.." Her voice fell hushed, and her tone grew reverent. "Once long ago there was a Major Order of The Sisters. The Order of Her Holy Light, founded, and headed by, at the time Seraphim Arnoria." She paused, her expression growing troubled.

"We now know her as Our Marytred Lady." Helisma offered a silent prayer.

"She was quite the Sister, blessed with the gift of Sight. She could see many futures, but never knew which path could be her doom.." Again her posture grew rigid.

"Durring the Horus Heresy," Again she spat a name. "Our Lady had a vision of a massive Warg. One that would have, eventually, come to.the very soil of Holy Terra. She forsaw that, in the weakened state of The Imperium, the Orkz would be victorious."

Helisma sighed. The story was long, and usually told on the holiday of remembrance, but this was a special case.

"Her Order had done well in The Heresy. Many Sisters went with her willingly, all but a skeleton reserve of the order set off."

She began to fidget with the letter, trying her best to do the story justice, but briefly.

"They found the Warg where she had fortold, but it was much larger than she had seen. The battle..Was long, and victory came at a steep cost. Arnoria have her life to ensure her Stewart could escape. And gravely wounded, bearing Arnoria's shattered, but still aflame sword..." The Sister bowed her head in respect to the history of her Order.

"Those who stayed behind mourned, and in their grief The Order of the Last Light was born. It's fortold, as Arnoria's last swords, that our Order would not recover, until the Emperor himself reveals to us one worthy of reforging Her blade."

With the story told Helisma relaxed a little.

"We have, since our founding, appointed a Maiden of The Flame. A metaphorical steward to Our Martyred Lady. That Sister, me at present, functions much as a Saint would, however we are no Saints. Just the Handmaidens who keep her sword blazing, until such a time as The Emperor give us a new Saint, eager to stand aside."

She sighed, and shrugged.

"In times past our Ork hunting exploits kept the Ecclisiarcy...Content...To ignore our difference..But it has been a long time since we've been called on, and they seem to have forgotten us.."

"I see, that is indeed troublesome. These days its been more quiet lately, the Ork tribes are currently trying to find a new Warboss. The Eldar have not been spotted nor have their Chaotic counterparts. The Necrons as silent as they are remain silent. The Tyranic menace is no where to be seen...All we have been doing lately is sitting back to deal with occasional threats..." Cain spoke as he gave a sigh. There was of course nothing bad about not seeing their enemies at their throats every single minute of each year.

So, this Order seems to have been founded long ago...however without their main branch they are being disbanded especially with no orks to slay. However, are they aware of the recent news going on? Surely they must know. Of course it was to quick to assume such things. For now, the Sister in front of him seemed calmed retelling the history of their Order.

Now this would be a little dangerous for what he was about to say, they were true zealots to the Emperor. So, he had to make sure to choose his words carefully lest he might offend her. "So far, from what I am getting at, the Ecclisiarcy wants to disband your group due to inactivity and due to no major leader in your order. A saint is required but as of now you have no Living Saint...Might I ask, have you been reading the Regimental Standard?" Cain asked as he grabbed a paper that looked like the Imperium created it. "Usually, primarily Guardsman read these papers. It keeps them up to date on events. Might I ask, have you ever by chance decided to read one?" He asked.

It was best to start slow, and in the worst case scenario if she decided to burn someone for Heresy it would not be him.

Helisma looked the paper over with a glance. She had in fact not seen one of these before, and it kind of embarrassed her.

"No, I'm afraid I haven't," she stated rather bluntly. "We Sister's spend much time in prayer, and any time we have for the luxury of reading is usually spent on scripture." She meant no disrespect, she was aware the Commissar likely didnt know what the life of a Sister entailed.

She examined it a little closer.

"Truly I had come hoping to seek you as a champion to our cause. I had hoped your reputation would make the Ecclisarcy take notice of us again, or maybe buy us time to find our Saint.." She felt rather ashamed to admit just how far her pride had sunk. "That is, if you took pity in our plight.." She trailed off as she read more of the paper.

"But perhaps.." A smile began to form on her lips. "Perhaps if you found the need to call us to arms that the Ecclisiarcy hasn't..." She looked up at the Commissar, a new plan taking shape. "We can solve this problem ourselves.." You could see the wheels turning in her head.

Cain had just opened up Pandora's Box.

"I think I'll take that tea after all..."

Cain smirked a bit as Helisma seemed to be figuring things out. "Then, I guess we have a plan in motion." He spoke as he looked over at Jurgen who instinctively knew what to do and put a cup in front of the Battle Sister and poured a cup of Tauna.

"If you need time to look for a saint I have that covered. You see...The Regimental Standard has brought some rather...Important news that shook the Imperium..." Cain spoke, leaving out the part how he himself was part of this history changing event.

"The Emperor has returned a while ago, back in his old form once again. His sons, the Primarchs. Many of which have returned once again to lead humanity. I think I can gather intelligence on the Orks and have you and your Sisters eliminate an Ork Warboss that may pose the biggest threat to re-uniting the Ork tribes. Of course, the Ecclisiarcy is not aware of this...For reasons of...'communication failure'..." Cain spoke taking a deep breath to prepare for what was going to happen next. Of course if he would live in the next few seconds he would say the second part of his plan.

A large, genuine smile overtook the Sister as Cain shared his "secret". She took the cup, pinky raised, and sipped delicately. She allowed the silent tension build, laughing to herself internally.

"I imagine about now," Helisma spoke aa dead pan aa she could. "You're feeling you have a fifty-fifty chance of being run through by a Sister of Battle." She paused again, delighting in her reputation as a Battle Sister, and never taking her eyes off her tea. "But all Daughters of The Emperor know this. We feel it in our hearts," She set her cup back down and crossed her legs for a bit more comfort. "However we've dared not say a word."

She sighed, looking back to Cain.

"It does me good to hear from a man I can trust that this is true. Unfortunately though, my Order is small, only a hundred eighty strong. We will need aid, and to expand before we can stop a Warg.."

Cain let out a sigh and an audible chuckle as Helisma knew what he was thinking. "Had to be careful, trying to discuss a topic like this to a Sister of Battle can be very dangerious. Well, the Imperial Guard will support you with supplies as usual. If you need anything I'll inform the Guardsman to help you when needed. Of course I don't call the shots but I'm sure they wont deny my request. Besides, plenty of Guardsman don't say no to a Sister of Battle. If you need our assistance we will be ready, but for now...I'll stall for time against the Ecclisiarcy, so see if you can talk to the Emperor himself if he is willing to impart his power for one of you. I'll get information of the biggest ork from Jurgen's help, and then your Order along with Imperia Guard support will eliminate the Orkz before they can form a...Waghhh..." He smiled a bit as he drank from his cup.

It was good to know he would not be run down, and it was good to assist them. Besides, it was best they keep the ork threat down. He himself knows full well the power behind a Waghhh!...Because he had to fight an entire war behind their lines...This would be beneficial for the both of them.

"Hmmm.." As the Commissar spoke Helisma considered his words with great weight. It took a moment, but as Cain went on all the cogs in the Sister's mind clicked at once. Every once in a while she'd glance from her tea, to the paper Cain gave her, and then to the man himself. You could probably see the lightbulb go off above her head as she began to sip her tea with a little haste, now sitting forward in her seat.

Of course she politely waited until The Imperium's hero finished to clear her throat.

"I thank you greatly Commissar, for both your hospitality, and your willingness to aid my Order." She.bowed her head slightly in respect. "Your idea to have the Imperial Guard supplement our numbers have me quite the idea." With a great ease she shot up from her chair, clasped her hands together behind her back, and began to pace around Cain's office.

"You see," Helisma clicked her tongue as she took a step, pausing to look at Cain. He didn't know it, but the Sister had a habit of lecturing people with her ideas.

"If the Imperial Guard would aid is in stopping a Wharg, we could adopt a sort of mixed forces strategy." She nodded before turning on the heels of her grieves, and beginning to pace again. "I could assign a small squad of my Sisters to oversee a rather large contingent of Guards..." She froze again. "Much like the Adeptus Astarties would, I would think."

She quickly rattled off the names of a few dozen famous battles as examples, all the while pacing again.

"Many of my Sisters have seen a fair share of battle, especially against the scum of The Ork. I trust in them, and their judgement, to see most of our forces through.." Helisma froze again, but this time with a gasp. Reality had set in. It had been long since she faced a massive rabble of Orkz.

Their strength, their malice, their ability to weaponize useless materials.

Her tone became much more hushed. "I fear my tongue has a speed my mind yet lacks. Most of my Sisters have seen too few battles, and many of us with true experience have lived in the glory of the Emperor for more than one winter too many to go to war.." A dull sense of pain bled into her voice. As proud as she was of her Order, she was level-headed.

Again she started pacing, albeit more somberly now.

"I had thought to use the publication of the paper you showed me to find our troops. A call in The Imperium's name to purge the Orkz.." She shook her head. "A draft of you would. I understand that's how it's usually done." A sign escaped her. "But that was wrong of me. I, nor any of my Order would ever dare force a soul into battle for our own sake. Whether it benefited Man or not."

She broke her practiced posture for a moment, standing with her shoulders slumped. In a blink she drifted back into her seat.

"No.. I ask that perhaps one of our more Scribely Sisters could collaborate on a missive. I'm thinking a brief explation of our history, and plight."

She looked back to Cain once more.

"We will only lead into battle those who feel our cause dear in their hearts. For i fear that if we do this, Cain.." Her hand instinctively fell to the hilt of her sword. "A great many guardsmen, and I fear as well many of my Sisters... Will surely perish."

Cain placed his hands together in thought listening to Helisma. So it seems many of her fellow Sisters were either too old to really fight, or too young and inexperienced. Of course her idea of assigning a small group of Battle Sisters with large bodies of Imperial Guard Regiments was a good idea. Of course he would never say this out loud but most of the times that the Space Marines and Imperial Guard troops work together the Space Marines take most of the glory.

Of course Cain was rather surprised at the Sisters reaction on a draft to go an fight...She was against the idea, and apparently her order was also against it. That was a comforting thought actually, of course when she mentioned that they would take up volenteers for the mission and warned him that many men would die. Cain nodded.

As much as he would like to not do this, he rather keep face and besides. The threat of a new Warboss gathering all the Orkz and leading a massive WAGHHHH! was...quite frankly much harder than killing the ork now before it got to that point. "Well then Sister, if you wish for those to fight willingly for your cause then I am willing to personnaly help you." Cain spoke as Jurgen chimed in. "And wherever the Commissar goes I go. Besides, I know more about the greenskins then most of these Guardsman put together."[/font

[font=myriad]"Besides, underestimating the orks will just put everyone in danger. I will have a section on the next Regimental Standard looking for volenteers who will put their lives on the line not only for your Order, but for all the civilians back home. I know what these orks can do, they kill anyone young or old...So lets keep them from getting anywhere near a civilian." Cain spoke with a small smile on his face. This was dangerious, but something like this would be good not only for the Imperium, but the people of Terra.

Cain soon stood up from his desk to look at Helisma."I look forward to fighting alongside your Sisters in battle."

Helisma stood as her host did, but unlike Cain she had a smile. It seemed he really was a just man, and perhaps her coming here was the Emperor's will after all. She had prayed for something like this for a very, very long time. She offered him a bow, and one to Jurgen as well. The servants valor had impressed her.

"I am more than pleased by both of you. Perhaps the light of Arnoria's Sword will not parish under my care afterall.." She sighed in relief, thanked Jurgen for the tea, and excused herself. She made it to the door knob before it dawned on her.

"I came to you this afternoon in part because tonight is The Night of Fire and Tears in our Order. It is the anniversary of Our Lady's last stand." She paused a moment, picking back up in a much softer tone. "In this night a Sister is chosen to tell the tale of our Order."

She turned back to Cain. "It is quite sacred to us, and none but our Sisters, and Ecclesiarcy persons.." She nodded. "You though, take up our cause as any Sister would. We would be honoured to have you." She turned now to Jurgen. "And you as well."

"But," Helisma continued without pause. "It is a long event, and you are busy men. Please, feel free to decline." Her expression was genuine.

The Viper Probe Droid made it's way deeper into the city. It was scanning everything it could and relayed it back Akiera. It looked like the place was a warzone in the past but from the ruins life came up. The Droid noted a few what the heck is that looks but no one that saw it seemed to pay the Droid much notice.

Under a flaming wreck of a Mars Pattern Chimera troop transport, a man in a Commissarial uniform began to crawl out from the burning pile of metal as he coughed from the smoke. Everything went to the frakking pits...So much for Segmentum Commands bright idea to take wing city by force...

After a brutal assault by Wing City Loyalists and the Aschen suddenly coming out and assaulting their forces, the Imperial Guard forces were decimated. He had no clue where the Space Marine forces were during it all, but one thing was more sure they were beaten and scattered.

As the man crawled on the ground, a figure stepped into view. He saw the boots...But the smell of unwashed laundry filled his nose. “Commissar sir, glad your safe.” The voice spoke as a hand reached down and picked him up. “Jurgen?...Frakking hell...I’m surprised we are alive right now...Maybe we can chalk it up to the Emperors Blessing...” The Commissar coughed into his sleeve as he got back on his two feet.

“That, and I overturned the Chimera just before a rocket hit us dead on.” The man name Jurgen simply replied as the Commissar sighed. “Yet again...Your crazy driving helped save us again...” He replied as he looked around. Wracked Imperial Vehicles, dead Guardsman...He needed to get out of this city and soon.

“Jurgen, we are retreating from Wing City. I need you to do what you do best, scavenge the area for any working Vox Radio. My Comm Bead is not working...Probaly did not do enough binary praying for the thing...” The Commissar spoke as his assistant nodded. “Of course Commissar Cain.” The man replied as he walked through the ruins of an Imperial defense line.

Mankind is permitted to kill Mankind. Such was the fallen Emperor's edict, and they were not to interfere in killing business unless asked. Myrkul made an exception for humans under threat by nonhumankind but the assault here did not apply. As such they patiently waited from within protected locations until the last bullet was fired and combat ended. Inky-robed humanoids with four grey sparks for eyes poured from drains, manholes, accesses, or even holes in the sidewalk. They'd grown a very large presence here but stayed out of sight unless necessary to complete their duties. It disturbed the humankind less and did not draw as much attention from enforcers. The Administratum were hollow white robed individuals with more natural understanding of humankind and their rules. A servitor created to deal with humans and their rules a feature required to restore functionality in some obscure governmental departments not yet reconnected to the TNG government after the last destructive episode. There were still several hundred with 'day jobs'.

Jinhai went from wreckage to wreckage, pouring heads through bullet holes and rent armor looking for bodies. The administratum either followed them around or stood at an intersection quietly waving pedestrians off with small handheld 'Detour' signs fabricated from scrap metal. Some thrones of mankind were salvageable and bone-white ceramic cases appeared from underground to salvage body parts from that which was not. Servicemen were quietly repaired with the remains of destroyed brethren. As EMT showed up they interrogated a waiting Administratum for nonhuman transports to Wing City Hospital as collators of the rekindled Jinhai brought back IG or questionably lucky citizenry whole but unconscious. The black-robed individuals simply stepped over nonhumans bleeding to death with drowned croaks asking for help. The local EMTs of course had a rather more general mandate and arrived some seconds later as Administratum helpfully collated information on the nonhumankind's deteriorating condition. Some made choice comments at various of Myrkul's Administratum as to their brutal apathy.

Empty robes curtly replied in a strange cheer imitated from commercials, "We are not permitted to rekindle nonhumankind or to intercede in the warfare between humankind without His explicit mandate extended to His servants. All Inquiries to alter Dicta shall be directed to the Living Emperor of Mankind. No such mandates are known to exist. Emergency vehicles have been repaired, have a nice day!"

A Twelve many stood up over other transports as the occupants removed themselves. The transport was in the way and it would be returned to Genesis to attempt repair despite Primorium's failure to make contact with Mechanicus on Segmentum Solaris. A drifted face more full of spark-eyes than likely comfortable stared at the commissar though the 11 foot high sixteen-many Jinhai said nothing. Other four-many busily move white cases full of human organs in stasis pile into the middle of the street. Some of what remained were busy repairing city infrastructure without a word a thing that had earned them a begrudging presence with many compared to the imperium. All similarly ignored the two men as they were moving under their own power.

As Jurgen began to scrounge around for a working Vox Opperator, the appearance of their allies of a different form appeared. Jinhai, strange creatures that seemed to work for humanity and the Emperor. And they were doing what they did best, gather corpses and vehicle wrecks...Of course it beat encountering gunfire first.

”Commissar, I found a working Vox.” Jurgen called out as he removed a working Vox radio from a deceased Vox Opperator. Commisar Ciaphas Cain walked up to Jurgen and retrieved the radio as he held the pack. ”Commisarial code T-101 Segmentum Solaris, grace be unto the divine father on Terra. Come in, this is Commissar Ciaphas Cain to all surviving Imperial forces still in Wing City. Although we have been beaten I am hearby taking full command of the Imperial Guard remnants of Wing City.” The Commissar spoke as he motioned for Jurgen to encrypt the frequency and ensure it was also in gothic making it much harder to locate and translate.

”To all forces that remain. I need you all to prepare to evacuate to the gate Of Wing City. Gather everything you can muster, but ensure you are not spotted by anyone. If you are closer to the location await further transmition from me before regrouping. To everyone still far away, begin making your way there by any means possible. Utilize our underground networks to transport armored vehicles and supplies. To those on the surface sneak and blend your way through the crowd. To all of you stay alive, we will not lose our lives this day after our defeat. We will survive again, Emperor watch over you all.” The Commissar gave his order as he shut off the Vox putting it to radio silence.

”Alright Jurgen, we are making our way to the Wing City gate. As much as I would like a vehicle to ride we will be safer on foot...” The Commissar spoke as he began to move. ”Of course sir, no doubt the local populace will still be hunting us down.” Jurgen replied as he followed behind, lugging the Vox on one arm, his las-gun on another, and his Melta-Gun behind him.

Alright Ciaphas...Now your in the middle of enemy lines again...What a familiar scenario...

Just ahead Jinhai occasionally walked up to a dismembered corpse face down to stare then move on. They examined periodically as Jurgen moved about then one walked up with a bottom half from nearby. The armor blown in half like the body still in it a red pool appearing as the black robe placed it down on the ground face up. Leathery gloves pressed the two halves together with a noisy slurch of organs and intestines. It examined, turned, then left. Wet noise continued with every step closer of the two men like one had wet boots if not for the problem that it didn't stop when they did. The vox echoed to Cain from nearby going off in the man's head like it were maximum possible volume which was what woke him back up.

The top half of the split man pressed itself up by one arm to respond, "Nearby, sir. Will convene as soon as possibAAAGH!"

Communication stopped ending the echo of a scream that didn't as the top half forcibly torqued as if the man's intestines had yanked him the right way 'round. Otto long since got used to it though given how much punishment he could take and not go unconscious. Couldn't sleep either and didn't seem to need to. The pain had long since began to fade quickly given how fast he put himself together. The corporal looked at the oncoming footsteps as his face tensed to attempt a salute. It didn't work so well and with a suppressed scream collapsed back to the pavement. The armor around his midsection creaked and expanded as his clothes and skin re-knit over the top of a restored spine. In one cut you could still see his liver growing back

Otto struggled to maintain composure as his legs started moving, "Hng.... Cpl. Otto Hannig, Sir. When the robes rekindle some of us pop out perpetuals. I'll be... HNNNG... with you as soon as my tendons are back, Sir. The Emperor protects."

Astonished he mutters idly, "Though it seems a chaos sorcerer melting my armor and skin off is less a mission problem than artillery-class munitions."

Head away he yelled, "Shotgun, heel!"

It took less effort than thinking at its part of his mind given the pain. A metal snake crawled out of the wreckage nearby then with a squeal of ferroplasm plates moved to reorganize into a heavy autoshotgun. The sheer size of it something one would normally issue to space marines.

Well...If one thing that could be said as his time serving the Imperium...It would be that he can see some crazy shit in his journey. Cpl. Otto Hannig, a perpetual being by Imperial standards. Blown up, dismembered, ripped apart, burned...If they die they just come back up...However unlike an actual perpetual, his revival is a lot more...messy...

Good thing he has seen more than enough of his fair share of carnage and horrors to not be that sick at watching a corpse re-assemble itself like a morbid puzzle. ”Welcome back Cpl. Otto. Good to know we have another Guardsman accompanying us.” Ciaphas Cain greeted the now revived Guardsman as he turned to Jurgen.

”Sir, that is weird.” Jurgen commented astute Commissar sighed in reply. ”It is, But we need everyone we can gather. One more gun to repel any attacker will better increase our odds at surviving this...Besides, we seen far more strange things out there.” Cain replied as he awaited the finishing touches of the regenerating Guardsman.

Of course, it would be noted he was carrying a weapon that looked like the recoil would break his arms.

Otto rolled to one side, face grimacing, as he mustered the will to get his disobedient feet back underneath him. There were some crackling noises as joints pulled back into place and cartilage had the flexibility to regrow. After a moment the popping stopped and Otto opened his eyes. The metal of his armor slowly shined itself and the Imperial eagle surfaced. Otto saluted as the last of his waistline armor closed the gulf of damage shining boot-heels clicking together.

Formalities aside otto reached down for the handle of his shotgun and picked it up knee out wide to heft the weight. Turned side to side he inspected his weapon for damage turned back to Cain. The weapon looked serviceable and he could feel it looking around in his head so the guard-side wetware they installed was running. He imagined a mechanicus getting angry when trying to figure out where the machine spirit was in the gun and finding it a reallocated bit of Otto's brain directly running the gun and no metal MIU. Damned robed psyker critters.

Otto nodded at Cain, "I'll put up with weird if it means I can take the Emperor's will head-on and only have to shoulder the pain, Sir. If I go down with too many holes just bring my head with you or cap me and bring my gun. The Emperor's worm reconvenes me on you full gear wherever that is in under two hours. Let me check ammo."

He looked down to the left, "Servitor, ammo supplies."
Otto's left eye glowed slightly as he heard a monotone voice internally, "800 round pluripotential, 30 amputator, 30 Flechette..."
"What? 800 rounds since when?", interrupting the inner voice Otto's face rose an eyebrow in the one sided conversation.
"Fed directly from cognizance crystal supplies. Ammo manifold updated with Gunnac minifactorum pattern. Otto's arm can fill mundane ammo clips.", came the answer though he had feeling it was bits of his own head interpreting the odd scrap at the end.

He turned back to Cain the huge metal weapon barely stressing his relaxed grip, "It did a blueprint upgrade while I was out but I don't think Techmarine Gunnac is in the city at the moment. Tac data you'll need to know - I got enough samples for it to have the basic mechanicus ammo and all the shotgun variants I could get my hands on. Have about 800 shotty round potential. Rifle is probably four to one exchange and proper Bolter rounds probably one to two. My mag has all the shotgun manifolds 30 racked and intact. I have to dump to potential then reconfigure for a few hours to fire the other stuff then reload each potential manifold I'm using in it. Don't have to dump if I'm just making ammo. Two minutes to do a 30 clip reload from potential, one to run out on full auto. What ammo type do you want me to use, sir? I can switch to the stun shell manifold if we're not making enemies."

“Stun shell? Well, it’s a bit late for the non-lethal option. People are already out to kill us, after our failed attempt for a coup we are now the enemies to Wing City. If anyone shoots at us, shoot to kill.” The Commisar replied as he gave his order. At this point, it would be better to eliminate any enemies then stun them so they can kill them later.

”Of course, that’s if we encounter any enemies. We will be taking the underground passageways we created. Not many people know about them, so we can avoid a majority of enemy forces. A safe route with not much danger.” Jurgen added.

Otto lets go of the grip to salute and the weapon creaks to clank firm to his torso, "Sir, Yes Sir! Slugs then. If they found their way in the Jinhai have been repairing everything down below and shrapnel's a ricochet risk with whatever rockcrete they're using. I heard they have their own Artisian down there somewhere making weapons but no Mechanicus to make ours."

As the armored cestus of his uniform reached back for the shotgun grip it bent away from his armor. He held it point down wobbling slightly at the midsection as he took place to the side and rear of the two men. Otto just eyed the gun and tried to make it change ammo types by thinking at it but couldn't get the MIU to go. He wasn't one of the crazy psykers and it probably needed that.

"Shotgun. Slug rounds,", said the Corporal as a the clacking of shells exiting a magazine commenced.

Wherever they drained to others with a less hollow sound clacked back in.

The Commissar returned the salute as the man was gearing up. [b]”Alright, we are heading out now. Jurgen keep your eyes to the front. Otto, take the rear. You see anyone give us a heads up. We make our way to the nearest Imperial Guard outpost.” Cain ordered as he and his personal aide began to move forward.

Ciaphas Cain located, engage and capture... the orders ran through the Artifical mind of the Primus class AI, the robot hung in low orbit, using his jump jets to alter his movements every other second. he 'reawakened' and shifted his weight around to look down to, wing city below.

The HUD that made up the Vision of the AI activated and the marker of Ciaphas Cain's position lit up. the patrolling 'mech' body of the AI would fly past, its compartment opened up to snatch Alpha inside, before hitting flaps and twisting downwards, to engage.

hitting hypersonic in a matter of seconds. the benefit of having artificial pilots just gotta build the craft to withstand the Gs, not the pilot's gear. To those at the eastern gate, as Cain declared the order to move out the craft would be pulling up and bursting past, leaving the sound barrier to explode and echo through city streets as it reentered supersonic speeds, providing air support.

no more than twenty feet ahead of the trio Alpha would land, having disengaged some few seconds to the craft pulling up between the buildings.

"Ciaphas Cain, for crimes committed against Wing city and Terra you will pay for your crimes, surrender now, and you'll be given a trial, resist" he drew the mass accelerator rifle and powered up his shields, leveling the rifle at the trio. Awaiting their response, two barrels would extend from his back the small devices tiny mortars that fire a shell that explodes with an electrical charge that renders humans unconscious. for now, those two devices were hidden by the robot's body.