Rekhyt's eyes widen, his shoulders slumping as he looks to the floor, and a small grin creases the corners of his lips. After minutes of silence, he looks up from the tiled floor and drags his gaze to meet yours. Something burns within his eyes -- determination, maybe, or savage joy.
"Make me one, and I will swear myself to you."
"[If he takes a vow in High Empyreal, there will be consequences if he breaks it, as an Ascended.]" Cephie muses aloud in low Empyreal; she doesn't even favor Rekhyt with a glance, her eyes on you. Fascination and adoration in equal measure. "[Or we could string him along. Ascended do that to many mortals on backwaters like these.]"
You muse in --
*PING*You glance down at your datapad, confused.
"Have we got a really killer video for you today! Our boys in black have wiped out a Plague Nexus!"
Six soldiers are listed -- men and women of varying hues and varying features, all clad in dull-grey jumpsuits dashingly undone. They sulk, scowl, or flex for the camera, and seem to be in good spirits despite the task. The only one that stands out is Captain Murdach. There is no video of him without his armor. He towers over the rest with crossed arms and the seal of his people proud upon his breast. A great cape of gold and red fur hangs from his shoulders, and he's adorned with precious metal and gleaming gem.
The video cuts to the internals of some vessel that shakes and sways with astonishing speed.
"Two minutes until drop, Captain." Somebody announces over the intercom.
"Alright, you bastards and bitches, we've got work to do." Captain Murdach barks -- his voice changer becoming clear and sharp. No brogue or edits, just crisp and precise, but filled with determination. "Shake off that ice and get back to doing what you do best! And what is that, you whores?!"
"KILLING, CAPTAIN." Six bulky suits of black Voidmarine armor shout back. They lay strapped to oddly shaped machines; their armor made more cumbersome by several complex-looking weapon platforms. Rockets, laser-guns, and grenades stud the dark metal of these soldiers, more than any normal man could carry. Huge cutter hilts and sharp looking knives sit at their 'belts.'
"Damn right! Now, hit hard, hit fast, and don't worry about collateral. You already know your parts. Play them well -- and if any of you dumb fucks die, I will -- [CENSORED] with a rusty fuckin' support beam! Do you understand?!"
"YES, CAPTAIN." The Voidmarines shout back. Captain Murdach nods, stepping over to each suit of armor and double-checking what looks to be a harness.
"Orange light, Cap!" The pilot announces. An orange light flicks on in the 'room.' Murdach gives each of his soldiers a quick check, giving them a pat on the shoulder that would break a bone if it were just man, then straps himself into one of the machines. An unarmored attendant checks over his strapping and gives him a 'delicate' pat.
"Dropping party poppers!" The pilot calls.
'Empty' 'machines' drop out of the vessel to the earth below.
"Splash!" The pilot reports. "Green light! Go!"
All at once, the droppods fall to the earth below--
The camera angle changes, a tilted viewpoint probably perched on one of the previous pods, angled towards a disgustingly organic-looking building surrounded by algae pools and hundreds-- no, thousands of Abominations. Insects carry flesh, and what you can only assume is foodstuffs into the building. A great obelisk thrusts into the night sky, pulsating and gleaming with silvery faces fixed in permanent agony. The Plague seems disarray, confused by the relativistic weapons that smashed into the ground with terminal velocity.
-- and slam into the ground in great craters, sending rocks and soils flying high into the air. You blink, and those bulky, massive Voidmarines are out of their pods. Las-fire burns into the masses of the Plague, ripping and shredding. Torsos explode into black steam and giblets. Rockets and grenades streak into the night, bursting with such force that masses of abominations are erased from sight. They leave only black puddles on the ground. All at once, a concentrated volley of rockets rips into the organic building -- shattering the fleshy blue and silver structure. Fires streak out.
The violence is overwhelming—a rapid application of organized force.
There is no contest.
It takes Murdach and his men roughly an hour to completely wipe the Nexus off the map. They shatter the obelisk and kill the massive Colossi within, then burn everything they can. Nothing remains of the Plague, besides smoldering flesh and ruined organics.
"Dietrich!" Captain Murdach shouts, his black armor splattered with giblets and gore as he rounds on one of his Voidmarines. A gloved finger slams into his man's chest plate. "I see a fuckin' scratch!"
"It surprised m--"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP." Murdach shouts, his voice is echoing across the wastes as his men form a protective circle around the two. Sensor arrays sparkle in the night. "Two weeks latrine for disrespecting your armor. Form up and message that [CENSORED] Isela. Tell her it's done. Let's get to extraction."
The feed cuts.
Rekhyt had found his way to your shoulder, watching with awe. The translator turning the gibberish into his Outlander Tongue, "Maybe just a suit of that armor..."
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