"Gareth Johnson is my name. Shooting heretics is my game!"
Lord Lunos raises an eyebrow bemusedly. "Ah. A warrior and a poet, I see! We have much in common, then, Gareth Johnson." He waddles off, and you see clearly now that his leg has been recently amputated, replaced with a bionic leg.
He manages to reach the recaf machine, albeit slowly and strangely, and pours two cups. He passes one to you, and takes a sip of the other. "Normally I'd have my slaves do that, but this is too important for their ears." He puts his recaf down as you continue sipping from yours. Its the best drink you've ever tasted, considering you've only ever tasted water.
"Gareth, the Betelgeuse 42nd need a hero. A saint. A savior. Call it what you will, but we need someone to embolden our men and strike fear into the enemy! Much like you just did."
You choke on your recaf. "M-Me? B-But that was an accident, my lord. I-I'm not sure-"
"You have to be." Lunos swaps his placating, soothing face with a mask of stern stone. "Truth is, we're losing. Losing ground, losing lives, and losing loyalty. You saw what happened; the Archenemy has divided the Guard, Gareth. That witch Blackworship has spies seeded among the company. My assistant is working on that.
"But you, I have another job for you. The men think you've been sent by the Emperor to defeat His enemies, to lead His Hammer against the Archenemy. Even if you aren't, the effect is still there. You are a rallying point. You are a beacon. You will be the Champion of Betelgeuse."
Whisked away from the medicae, much to Amelia the chirurgeon's protests, you find yourself in Lord Lunos' personal chamber. Servitors and slaves alike scatter and scuttle in the cavernous palace he calls his 'wardrobe'. Shining ornaments, dazzling dresses and intricate, artificer armor adorn the engraved walls.
"The Champion of Betelgeuse must of course look the part. Forgive my bluntness, but you look like every other guardsman, frankly." He inspects various attires while attended to by well-dressed and pompous slaves.
"Tell me, how would you like the Champion to look? I'm sure we can come up with something. Not to brag, but, I do like to keep my wardrobe well-stocked."
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