Look to the sky for your Salvation [Open]

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

Erhart had been stalking around the Hangar for quite some time. The various ships interested him, as he went from ship to ship, analyzing each with the augmented mind of an Astartes. But then... he saw something strange. A flash of red. Something obscured by other ships, but now found to him. His hearts pound, and he runs toward it, clambering up the side of a larger mass-conveyance ship to find the half hidden thing.

A gunship, in the colors of his artistic brothers. The blood Angels. Heavily armed, and with a certain ferocity to it, like that of a predatory bird. He stares at this wonderful fruit of the Omnimessiah, unsure of what to do with it, who he should call. What he should do. Indeed, if he can do anything with it.

It was like a Thunderhawk, the steed his chapter rode to war in, only smaller, more agile. But so heavily armed it could only be a form of gunship. He crossed to it, touching the heraldry of the Blood Angels blazoned on the side with a reverent hand. "Dorn's blood!"

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[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"Why would I want to speak of other things? I was given a very specific purpose, and it is one that I execute, even here, beyond the end of all things."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Because you sound even more like a robot than me." Not that Zouichi was a robot. "Face it, most of the people have no idea who you are or why you're relevant. Maybe if you try developing some interests, you'll grow a personality, too. You know, besides, arrogant immortal Templar guy."

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"...." The templar stares at him for a long time,
"I can try to teach the youths here a bit more about the blade, I suppose."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi stared right back. "That might be useful." Not really what he'd meant, but maybe other people would rub off on him.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"It is the only legacy I can think of to leave. Without techpriests to take my progenoids, I cannot leave anything other than teachings when I inevitably die in battle." He says it with no anger, or even any emotion at all. An acceptance of his fate.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

He raised an eyebrow at Erhart. What the what were progenoids. "Too bad the only people you have to teach are mere mortals. I'm not planning on dying before this is over."

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"We all do as we must, but death is inevitable to an Astartes. We are given bodies that will never waste with age, but they are bodies that must be cast into the fires of battle. Eventually, they will be broken."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

He really wished this guy wasn't so similar to himself; it sort of creeped him out thinking of what might have been. Perhaps if circumstances had been different, he'd never have been able to befriend Ildraniath... though he'd like to think that he was a little more open-minded than this guy.

"Right. Can't you get someone from Medical to save your progenoids?"

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"I would need to entrust them with the future of the Templars first. You are asking much of me to do so."

He tries to find an example. "If my progenoids were misused, they could make warriors like the corrupt ones you saw me fight in the sensorium."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"I'm not asking you to do anything. It was a suggestion since you seemed kind of broken up about no one being able to save your... whatever." He still wasn't sure what progenoids even were.

"But point taken. If you'd like, I can incinerate you if you die."

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"That is how the Fists disposed of our bodies before the breaking of Legions. I would appreciate it, if you cannot find an Apothecary to take my progenoids."

He pauses, and says, "Though Cargn might know the proper rites, if he has a reductor."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Right. Well, you get that sorted and get back to me. I'm not sure how many other people would be willing to vaporize you on the battlefield, anyway." Probably not many. But he'd disposed of genetic information breaches that were still living on Galilee, so.