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>"Hold your fire!" The tank commander called out. She climbed out of the hatch and dropped to the ground. "We heard over the vox that the boarding party had sustained casualties and that medical aid was needed."
>As she spoke the Salamander Apothecary stepped out, followed by Astartes carrying boxes of medical gear and stabilisation chems.
>... And Geneseed containers.
>The Custodes were hesitant to move, keeping their weapons trained on the new arrival, until a voice boomed out from behind them. "Let them pass."
>In perfect unison the Golden figures stood down and stepped to the side allowing the party through, with the IXth consort brining up the rear, carrying the refrigeration vials for the geneseed.
>The command had been given by Constantina Valdor, and she stood at the doors of the inner sanctum as the party ran past her. She did not meet the eyes of the Astartes, but she did glance down at the consort. He had only met her on one occasion before, and she had been stoic and unreadable, but this single glance down conveyed a feeling that the Consort couldn't place. Not until he entered the throne room. Pain.
>The Empress was sat on the Golden Throne. Her body bloody, broken and in dire condition. Every form of medical and technological expert left in the palace was huddled around her and the throne. Doing everything to keep her alive.
>At the base of the Throne was Regina. Her stoic heart of stone shattered, her head in her hands, and tears poured down her face. She had interred her mother on the throne. Shattered her legion in defence of Terra. And minutes earlier, the fate of her beloved had reached her.
>It was simply too much, even for the regent of Terra. As she sobbed, she held a small golden medallion of a fist holding lighting bolts, that hung from her neck. A gift from her consort, after the victory at Ullanor.
>"Not you as well. Don't leave me as well" she whispered to the medallion, as if it could change anything.
5/?
>"Hold your fire!" The tank commander called out. She climbed out of the hatch and dropped to the ground. "We heard over the vox that the boarding party had sustained casualties and that medical aid was needed."
>As she spoke the Salamander Apothecary stepped out, followed by Astartes carrying boxes of medical gear and stabilisation chems.
>... And Geneseed containers.
>The Custodes were hesitant to move, keeping their weapons trained on the new arrival, until a voice boomed out from behind them. "Let them pass."
>In perfect unison the Golden figures stood down and stepped to the side allowing the party through, with the IXth consort brining up the rear, carrying the refrigeration vials for the geneseed.
>The command had been given by Constantina Valdor, and she stood at the doors of the inner sanctum as the party ran past her. She did not meet the eyes of the Astartes, but she did glance down at the consort. He had only met her on one occasion before, and she had been stoic and unreadable, but this single glance down conveyed a feeling that the Consort couldn't place. Not until he entered the throne room. Pain.
>The Empress was sat on the Golden Throne. Her body bloody, broken and in dire condition. Every form of medical and technological expert left in the palace was huddled around her and the throne. Doing everything to keep her alive.
>At the base of the Throne was Regina. Her stoic heart of stone shattered, her head in her hands, and tears poured down her face. She had interred her mother on the throne. Shattered her legion in defence of Terra. And minutes earlier, the fate of her beloved had reached her.
>It was simply too much, even for the regent of Terra. As she sobbed, she held a small golden medallion of a fist holding lighting bolts, that hung from her neck. A gift from her consort, after the victory at Ullanor.
>"Not you as well. Don't leave me as well" she whispered to the medallion, as if it could change anything.
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