Omake - Dragos Gift to Rotbart
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Fredrick sat in his inner sanctum still in shock after 3 weeks from seeing his Freya die in front of him. Letters of condolences came from everywhere and they were all appreciated deep down in Fredrick's heart but still the gnawing grief was eating Fredrick alive. He can still remember her eyes as they looked up at him in a short time, eyes telegraphing the end of her life as they grew redder with poison.
'damnable spider' thought Fredrick.
In front of him was a small portrait of the family he had with Freya wearing her Admirals uniform and Fredrick Governors attire. Syr was in the picture too holding hands with both of them and in the middle. They all looked like a propaganda picturesque image found of the old imperial armies 'This can be you guardsmen' propaganda campaigns that aired to entice recruits to openly come.
As Fredrick continued to stare at the portrait reveling in nostalgia to escape the present a knock was at the door.
'Ave Governor, It is I General Drago'
Fredrick looked back at the paining and then at the door. He had made himself comfortable in his grief and simply couldn't be bothered to get up to open the door but thankfully he had the hands of the Governors Own, to open those doors to the outside. An yet if only they could have..no it's no ones fault. This is simply life.
Drago stepped through when the door was opened, as per protocol within the Palace, and stood next to Fredrick.
'I do say sir, that the weather hasn't been as well to me either.' ahh. A joke thought Fredrick. Most likely referencing his melancholy state and hint that he should cheer up.
'That would make us brothers Drago. Has something urgent happened?' he said swiftly and in a half rushed manner. Fredrick spared Drago a look out of common courtesy but it was plain that the Governor wanted to be alone longer.
'Nothing out of the usual sir. I simply wanted to give my condolences personally and to give you this data stick. It carries an old song from Cadia that I played after old boy Pask was killed by that Psychodactl.'
Fredrick remembered this event. It was not a pleasant time for Drago especially since that same year he was up to his neck with work that needed doing. Work that was meant to safeguard the populace and his men only for it to not have been already done. An that work that was not done to have been partially to blame for his friends death..or at least he would think so. No matter who you are you are always vulnerable and Avernus teaches this lesson every day. How could man call itself a superior species in a place where they couldn't change the environment around them he'll never know.
'Ah I remember that day' said Fredrick 'It must be hard for Cadia to lose more and more even after the fall of the Astronamicon. Tell me Drago how much do you think this song will mean to me in the long run?'
'You'll hate it and love it sir. This song is like the battle field, soldiers like us can be useful but the need for soldiers is never tolerated well by human emotions. Ever. Still i'll begin playing this here and leave due to how I have to chair 5 new commite's for resource distribution and another meeting with the Mechanicus about getting me my damn fortress. Buggers this bureaucracy is the true enemy of man!' laughed Drago in an attempt at humor. It would normally work too if it weren't for the depressing state Fredrick was in. Sometimes it's just better to not try too hard with grief stricken people.
Drago reached around and plugged in his data stick to a port on a nearby audio player.
'I'll be seeing you later Sir, please do try cheer up though, its never good to dwell in the negatives however comforting they may be.' Drago leaves and a few seconds pass by a
song plays.
'What a nice tune Drago..' thought Rotbart. He continued to stare at the portrait and for awhile a lightning bolt had hit him. The kind that reminded him of his greatest duty in life. He looked at the portrait one last time specifically at Syr. She needed him more than anything right now and to allow his grief to prevent him from supporting his Daugher the ONE thing Freya and him loved above all but the Emperor..
Fredrick Rotbart stood up and left his guard following as they followed their Governor who's new strength had finally come. He needed to be a father first and grief stricken lover last.
'Freya always waited for Syr' thought Rotbart as he moved down of his chambers and made his way to Syrs room. Hopefully, this wouldn't be as bad as her rebellion many years ago.
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End.
Omake to help us with getting Syr out of her depressed state. Maybe the GM will allow for a +5 to negating Syr and Rotbarts foul mood.