Shephard
Still in Statis
Palais laughs at that, hoarsely, her laughter descending into a fit of hacking coughs. "What can I say," she gasps. "The night is dark and full of terrors. And I, I like laughing in their face."In that moment it wasn't sparks and flashing sigils she saw. The flames of incendiaries washed out, the clamor of battle stilled. Even the roar of hot blood in her ears, the screams of muscles, the screams, prayers tearing her throat raw, the salty trickling where teeth ground against tight white lips, they all diminished as she saw His light and grace up those stairs. It was His hand that joined theirs against the barricade, his providence that soothed the burn of lactic acid so that they could overcome. She saw God's love in the faces of her enemy and knew...knew in her heart of hearts that their terror might just save them.
What hope did rebellion have in the face of His daughters?
Maria sank back against the wall when the job was done and the benighted resisters had fled, thankfully letting her Sister Superior deal with the flames sticking to the ceramite crags of Indomitable. "You..." her voice was rusty croak, she tried again, "You truly can laugh at anything Sister. It is a miracle."
"Very well. I will order my men to cease engaging you," the Brother-Captain replies. "But I can make no promises if you attempt to take them prisoner."Eriko lowered her greatsword, her breathing quickly returning to measured intervals.
Her face was flush with both irritation and adrenaline. She had failed but she would admit the duel was enlightening, the officer had his merits in his handling of the sword. In another time, she would have enjoyed the duel, whether or not she won or lost. But they were in the middle of a mission and she would not let her emotions cloud her judgement.
"I accept your capitulation even if you had proven yourself the superior duelist." She gave a half-bow in acknowledgement of the officer's skills then began to move forward to take the chainsword from his grip. "However, count yourself fortunate that we do not have time to spare. Tell your men to not hound us or--"
Eriko stopped then motioned for Zayneth's attention as he moved past her.
"Witch-Hunter. I would have one of your men keep an eye on this one." She threw a thumb towards her former dueling foe. "He would make a good bargaining chip in our negotiations with Vennedes."
Then she turned towards her captor.
"Move quickly, Brother-Captain of the Pure Flame. You and your men may consider yourselves the righteous defenders of this tower and the Witch but none shall pursue and on my word and family name no undue harm shall come to you. We still have use for you yet."
He stiffens as you give your oath, eyes wide with shock. "You...Have my thanks, Sister. I did not expect to survive-I suppose what I heard of Leanna's Mercy was true after all. You have my thanks, and my apologies."
Vahn peers out from under his wide-brimmed hat at the man. "I'll leave him with my wounded. They are still capable of gunning him down if he makes trouble."
Before the question has even finished leaving her tongue, Eriko sees the Eneresh's hands curl up, sparks beading off her fingers. "Vennedes goes free!" Eneresh hisses, but at the tightening of weapons on fingers on triggers, she takes in a breath, forcing her hands to relax. "She's in the shelter in the basement, which-""Vennedes." Eriko moved forward. She kept her greatsword low and forward, like a ward against the Witch until her Warp-powers could be nullified.
Temperamental, Eriko noted idly. Most would be in Eneresh's situation but as a psyker, temperamental meant more than heated words as Eneresh so aptly demonstrated. And so she, even seemingly defeated and beaten down, warranted extreme caution in this situation. Not that psykers did not warrant extreme caution in any other situation.
"Vennedes," she repeated. "Where is your partner? We have orders to capture her, same as you, and if you are warning us of the Warp-creatures among the cultists then you must agree that Vennedes would be better in our custody than in the reach of the heretics' pets. So tell us and the both of you will see the Sun rise tomorrow."
"Is flooded, full of corpses, and definitely not where Vennedes is?" Palais interjects.
Eneresh shrinks before Eriko's gaze and Palais' words. "She doesn't deserve to suffer for my sins. Please, you have to understand. If you go for Vennedes, you aren't able to escape in time. People will die. Including Vennedes. A lot. Please, don't go after her. The observation deck-It isn't safe!"
Well, that gives you a location. Top floor.
"How well can you decipher nightmares?" Eneresh asks, fingers twitching. "I don't have the words. I barely understand it myself. I think I want to call it like a scarecrow, but's more of a knight. Or a prince? But it's also like a beast. An animal, but still...A king of animals? It had two faces too, and I thought one of them had to be a mask at first, but neither was. Feth," she says. She holds her head in her hands, rubbing her head. "Give me a second. And please, for the love of the Throne, don't shoot me. It-It, throne. It looked like you, sort of. I'm not saying it was an evil Sister of Battle or anything! It wasn't!" She says, defensively. "But it had a similar...Tone? All that faith, the crowns, all the-Throne, all the blood and screaming-and the fire. It burned, like you did. But it was wrong. Like the chains-""Understood."
Maria adjusted her grip on the heavy bolter and checked her lines of fire. Unlikely she'd get a clear shot if the witch flared up again, too many others milling, and chainswords were proof against some foes that shrugged of shells. A flash of that monstrous mind and heretical force turning her shots aside bubbled up, but she couldn't be distracted. There was something...
"It. You said it. We have fought them and and their creatures...pluralities of wickedness. Nothing worthy of that regard. What hunts you witch. What have they brought here?"
Vahn leans forward, a curious expression on his face. "Chains? You're losing me, witch. Be clearer."
"You all wear chains. The cultists, the other things they've brought along, the Brassnecks, Vennedes, the Sisters. Well, everyone except you," she said, nodding her head at Vahn. "The Sisters' are all silver and iron. They kinda looked like the beads you wear," Eneresh added. She moved a hand at the penance beads the squad bears. "It wore chains of gold, but as a crown? A cape? Regalia, not a binding. Which sounds incredibly Throne-damned stupid now that I'm saying it out loud."
Eneresh stretches her fingers out on the table, sucking in a breath. "It was big, bloody, dark, burning and scary as shite, and it killed you lot, a lot. I don't know how to put it into words! I'm not some bloody seer!"
"You are, quite literally, a seer," Palais says, bluntly. Eneresh turns about, her eyes gleaming as though reflecting a candle's light.
"Feth off-Erm...I mean, fething right, I guess," Eneresh swallows, seeing the Sister-Superior's handflamer aimed at her. "I probably shouldn't be cussing around you, should I? Sorry. I'm-I'm scared. Feth, but I'm scared."
"How are you extracting me? Maybe I can help?" She asks.It nearly got it's chance a few moment's later.
Her holosight placed a targeting reticule directly overlapping with Eneresh's head. If this was the beginning of the Witch's attack on them, Caelia would make her regret it.
A moment of tension. The Witch Finder barked his command. She kept the rifle up.
Then the Witch profusely apologized for the unnatural event. Caelia resisted the urge to snort. The Emperor may have mercy on Witches, but only if they learned to control their unnatural abilities. Case in point, what had just happened.
She reluctantly lowered the Slayer. The Targeting reticule disappeared, as if the rifle were dejected.
"The plan is to extract you, Witch." Caelia said, curtly. "Whatever is chasing you will have to chase us, and we are equipped to deal with it better than anyone else in this Tower. Especially if we're in a position to force it into combat on our terms. Which we cannot do without willing cooperation." She placed steel in her voice, but there was a kernal of doubt there-both that the Witch would give them that cooperation, or that they could be so confident in defeating....whatever it was that the Witch claimed to come for her.
Vahn gives a nasal snort. "You can help by being a good little witch, and follow instructions. Hands out," he says, placing a set of iron and silver-lined manacles on the table. Reluctably, Eneresh gives up her hands, the restraints slamming shut around her hands. She grimaces, in clear discomfort.
"Bit tight," she says. "But that's on purpose?" She's right, of course. Every bit of distraction counts, when working against psykers and their foul magics.
"Smarter than you sound," Vahn says, producing a collar. Eneresh's eyes widen.
"Is that a bomb collar?" She asks.
Vahn shakes his head. "Hardly. Shock and chem-injector. Much cheaper, and less messy. Hold still."
Eneresh doesn't hold still. But in the end, it hardly matters, as Vahn snaps the collar shut around her neck.
"Sister, when we move, I want you guarding her at all times. Am I understood?" the Sister-Superior asks, even as she activates her comm-system."Understood Sister Superior." Ilana glanced at the witch, clearly nervous and still sparking with unrestrained power, even if they could still go along with the laughable notion that she wouldn't turn on them there was a strong likelihood that her lax grip on her warpfire would turn on them just as easily as ill-intent. "I will see to the safe-keeping of the witch until she is successfully extracted."
Her magazine was fresh, but she ejected it anyway, replacing it shells of blazing, engraved silver. Something awful and tainted made its way up to them, she looked around almost by instinct, but for once the shadow of her nightmares was nowhere to be found. But still there was the nauseating stench of the heretical, the anticipation of holy work and the struggle against the touch of the Empyrean. She didn't add to Maria's query, self-aware enough that she was unlikely to contribute productively, but she still leaned in keenly all the same. If they could learn anything about whatever crept up to them even through a psyker's ravings then it worth the effort of disentangling the cross-hatch webs the fates of the Empyrean loved to spin.
"This is Sister-Superior Palais. Eneresh is secured. I need options on extraction. Is that thunderhawk still available?" She asks.
A few moments pass, then the Legatine's voice rings out in reply. "Affirmative Sister-Superior, thunderhawk is still on stand-by. There's a few balconies and gantries you could try boarding from, but nowhere it can fully land."
Ophania's clipped voice follows suit a few moments later. "Palais, main stairwells are secure up to your level. If you can regroup, we can escort you." A brief pause. "We have also secured the wounded mercenaries and the prisoner."