Decisions
- Location
- Germany
My first Omake.( And my first piece of fiction in general)
Decisions
Under a pink, burning sky Ridcully strode through the streets of his city, his Unseen University, followed by a retinue of heavily armed guards, both regular soldiers and psykers.
All around him he could see his students and former students suffer. Some bleeding from eyes or nose, some trying to hold their ears closed or muttering mantras to keep their concentration, some already unconscious or mutating.
While looking through present and future he gave short commands:
"Too late"- A Force Staff pierced a mumbling psykers chest.
"Good odds, to the Warded rooms."-Two of his guards carried an unconscious psyker away.
"You two, follow me"-The accosted psykers fell in line behind his guards.
Every decision hurt, but he couldn't hesitate. Not while he had to prepare a defense. Not while the voices in the air grew stronger with every bit of weakness in his thoughts.
The emergency orders in case of a Warpstorm or demonic invasion (basically the same, exept for intent) hitting the city were being executed:
Every psyker who could fight under these circumstances would either patrol the streets or gather at the walls to prepare for a more physical attack on the city. The rest would be transported into rooms warded against the powers of the Warp or, if it was too late, killed before they could be used as portals or puppets by the demons.
Something dared to attack his students and he knew what, he had seen it with his own eyes. Still he dared not think it's name, not now while it's will was strong on Avernus.
He wondered if he had failed to see this because the Dark Gods had hidden their plans from him, or because it happened as a spur of the moment decision by a being whimsical beyond human measure. Not important now, he could think about the reasons for his failure once the immediate crisis had passed.
It was tempting to expand his senses and look beyond the cities walls for those who could fight with him, for Xavier, for Zhokov or Aria. But he had to focus on his own city. With enough preparation it would be possible to reestablish communication, but now without a prepared ritual or Saint Lin to anchor him it would be suicide. Still he knew, without the need for any psychic aid, that they would fight and win.
And so he marched on, to the walls of the city. Organizing the defense through his short-range Vox, deciding about the live or death of his students with only short look and command.
The Unseen University would stand. Avernus would fight back. And the Dark Prince would pay.
Decisions
Under a pink, burning sky Ridcully strode through the streets of his city, his Unseen University, followed by a retinue of heavily armed guards, both regular soldiers and psykers.
All around him he could see his students and former students suffer. Some bleeding from eyes or nose, some trying to hold their ears closed or muttering mantras to keep their concentration, some already unconscious or mutating.
While looking through present and future he gave short commands:
"Too late"- A Force Staff pierced a mumbling psykers chest.
"Good odds, to the Warded rooms."-Two of his guards carried an unconscious psyker away.
"You two, follow me"-The accosted psykers fell in line behind his guards.
Every decision hurt, but he couldn't hesitate. Not while he had to prepare a defense. Not while the voices in the air grew stronger with every bit of weakness in his thoughts.
The emergency orders in case of a Warpstorm or demonic invasion (basically the same, exept for intent) hitting the city were being executed:
Every psyker who could fight under these circumstances would either patrol the streets or gather at the walls to prepare for a more physical attack on the city. The rest would be transported into rooms warded against the powers of the Warp or, if it was too late, killed before they could be used as portals or puppets by the demons.
Something dared to attack his students and he knew what, he had seen it with his own eyes. Still he dared not think it's name, not now while it's will was strong on Avernus.
He wondered if he had failed to see this because the Dark Gods had hidden their plans from him, or because it happened as a spur of the moment decision by a being whimsical beyond human measure. Not important now, he could think about the reasons for his failure once the immediate crisis had passed.
It was tempting to expand his senses and look beyond the cities walls for those who could fight with him, for Xavier, for Zhokov or Aria. But he had to focus on his own city. With enough preparation it would be possible to reestablish communication, but now without a prepared ritual or Saint Lin to anchor him it would be suicide. Still he knew, without the need for any psychic aid, that they would fight and win.
And so he marched on, to the walls of the city. Organizing the defense through his short-range Vox, deciding about the live or death of his students with only short look and command.
The Unseen University would stand. Avernus would fight back. And the Dark Prince would pay.
