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[Prosperan Son]

Krauss's vision starts to blur and everything becomes hazy. Time seems to slow as more blood starts to fill his lungs, so this is what dying feels like? Upon blinking, he sees Malbogia moving towards Kyras. The next blink shows both of them clashing , Kyras actually managing to knock away Malbogia's sword. Your third blink, much slower, showed Malbogia ducking underneath an upper cut from Kyra's power fist before sending three jabs into his stomachs, his fist moving like pistons. The Inquisitor staggered back by the blows which were quickly followed by a blow to his knee that caused him to collapse. The sound of power armor groaning was heard each time Malbogia's fist made contact.

The fourth and near final blink showed Malbogia pressing his hands against the Inquisitor's skull, thumbing out one eye and preparing to ruin the other before two bolt rounds took him in the side of the head and chest, sending Malbogia stepping back, his ruined helm falling to pieces to reveal his face. What was perhaps his most disturbing feature was how ...normal...serene he appeared. His face sharp and angular , bore no markings or scars, saving for a now bleeding gash across his forehead caused by the bolt round. His skin was a dark tan, and he had a smooth complexion, free of any blemishes. He could be considered handsome. His eyes though showed the truth of his being. They were a dark topaz that showed the intent that only a man who only wanted to see everything around him burn.

Malbogia snarled as he turned in the direction of his gun wielding assailant. It was Nessa, still pinned to the wall. She wielded her bolt pistol in her left hand, her good hand. It was a miracle it could still move considering the blade that pinned her in place. Malbogia was preparing to pounce upon her, to end her miserable existence when footsteps were heard.

"We're enroute to your position M'lord. We're almost upon you!" A voice erupted from the deceased Lanford's Vox-set. The rest of the Imperial Forces had managed to finally catch up to them. Malbogia growled in frustration, robbed his opportunity.

The final sight before you went unconscious was of the Chaos Lord , slowly walking towards Tellius still prone body. The Templar was long dead, but that did not matter to Malbogia. Pulling his arm back, he rammed his claws through the Templar's sternum, grabbing the hilt of his sword, still buried there. Wrenching it out, he swung it to the side, the blood slicking off. Next, he swiped off Tellius head, helm and all. Sheathing his blade, he knelt down and took hold of the Templar's helmed head and his sword, sheathing it as well where the Spider's Blade once was. Two Prizes.

With that, he walked off without another word, leaving the three survivors writhing in pain or dying just as their reinforcements arrived.

Three Days Later...
The memories surge back every now and then, but for the most part you are left in a void. What was he? How could he have pulled off what he had? Tellius dead? Tellius desecrated. .... Krauss train of thought as a faint noise is heard. It is low and garbled, as if being suppressed. Who is speaking?
(Just for quick clarification, your in the medical ward now, you can wake up at any time.)

[Armoured Priest]

He took a sharp intake of breath and snapped open his green eyes as he woke up but immeditaley regretted it after a shot of pain in his chest. He already felt....off without his gasmask or his uniform on him. And that was before he realized he was wrapped in bandages and had tubes connected into the pale skin of his arms. He looks to find the source of the noise that had entered his thoughts and woken up, and maybe even find his appearel in the process.

[Prosperan Son]

"Rest for now my friend." A familiar voice spoke from his side.Upon looking, it turned out to be Inquisitor Kyras, clothed in a patients gown. Bandages could be seen wrapped around his waist, across his chest and over his left eye, or at least where his left eye used to be. The pale skinned Inquisitor had been at Krauss bed side for the last two hours, having just checked on Nessa."All of your belongings have been packed awa and are ready to be shipped off once you are fully healed...but I don't think donning a gasmask would be particularly good for you given your current condition." Kyras informed the storm trooper with a smirk, it was faint and there was pain in his eyes. Not a physical pain, but something psychological.

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss nodded and laid back down, relactuant though to be without the mask. It's something that becomes a second skin to all kriegers. He was surprised that the Inquisitor was already up and about but he knew he shouldn't be after the years of service he been with him. "He got away?." He asked finally, but it was more like a statement than a question. Then another question entered his mind. "And Nessa?" he added quickly.

[Prosperan Son]

"Ah yes...he escaped with large host of his retinue and made it off world onto an cruiser that had been hidden, despite our picket line." Kyras sighed bitterly, looking out of the ward rooms window at the city beyond. Smoke filled the air, the result of the hundreds of buildings burning, explosives, and numerous pyres for the dead and tainted.

"She's in critical condition. She suffered from massive blood loss, concussive damage all over upper body. Thankfully reinforcements arrived just in time , they were able to provide immediate medical aid. However, her entire right arm is to be amputated, she'll need to have an augmetic replacement grafted for her left shoulder, but they were able to save the arm for the most apart. She's to undergo the amputation surgery in an hour."

[Armoured Priest]

It was at that point the Krieger sat up instead, fighting back the urge to winch from the pain from several areas now. He looked toward Kyras now. "Can I at least have a coat sir?" he asked respectfully with his eyes saying He wasn't going to lay down again anytime soon.

[Prosperan Son]

"Don't move to much. They say you broke everyone of your ribs." Kyras informed him of his condition. He rose from his seat, clutching his side. He wasn't in a much of a better shape himself. "I'll go see if they get your coat from storage."

[Armoured Priest]

"Yes sir. Danke sir." he thanked the inquistior with a nod of his head. Krauss slowly turns himself on the bed till his legs hanged over the side of the bed. Now that the hospital blanket was off, it was obvious that the bandages he wore almost blended with paleness of his skin. He took out the tubes one individually, almost impatiently, before he went to stand up. He almost collasped back to the bed when he did so, flashes of light and vision blur when the pain of his ribs hit him like a leman russ tank. He stood there and refocused himself, at least till Kyras comes back and help guide him where he wants to go.

[Prosperan Son]

A few moments before one someone passed by. She was a green eyed,red head donned in nurses apparel,walked past only to stop at his doorway. "Eh?You shouldn't be up!" She said frantically, moving to his side to see if everything was alright."What made you think it was okay to move? And from the looks of it remove the IV cords on your own?" She asked with concern.

[Armoured Priest]

He looked up at here, his eyes half closed as he tried to hide the pain. "The Inquisitor." he replied simply, half truthfully. It's not like Kyras made him sit back down either. When his vision cleared up he saw that she was wearing a nurse's uniform "Can you help me find someone?" he asked the nurse now. He might as well try to make some progress if he could.

[Prosperan Son]

"I don't care if the God-Emperor himself told you to get up, your in no condition to be moving." She scolded the man with a glare. The glare subsided, when she saw the look in his eyes..." Who?"She inquired, setting him against the bed.

[Armoured Priest]

He sighed as he was put back down onto the table by the nurse, not having any real ability to resist right now. "An Adeptus Sorotias. Nessa." he answered the nurse. He looked up to her, still having some hope that she would let him go now.

[Prosperan Son]

"Ah..." The Nurse murmured, trying to remember the face that matched the name. After a few seconds, she managed to remember the patient..and her condition." Alright then, well I suppose I could let you see her, but she's not exactly in a condition to talk....Just stay here while I get a wheel chair. It's better if I bring you there instead of you walking on your own. We wouldn't want you falling and hurting yourself anymore than you already are."

[Armoured Priest]

He was about to argue and start walking himself, but decided to just sigh and nod and let her go find the wheelchair. It would be alot faster than fighting it. He knew Nessa would be in no good shape to talk, but it didn't even really matter to him either. He sat and waited on the bed, wondering when the nurse will be back or the inquisitor will be here before her.

[Prosperan Son]

The Inquisitor had yet to return. Moments later the woman had returned pushing an empty wheel chair. She wheeled into the room , setting it to the side of the bed for him to move." All right then, just sit down and then we can check on your Sorotias, Nessa."

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss smirked to himself, glad to finally start at least getting out of the room now. He stands up and sits in the chair as easily as he could without too many flare ups from the broken ribs. Which was stil to many for his liking. Once he was in the chair he nodded to the nurse that he was good to go now.

[Prosperan Son]

"You know your pretty lucky. Not a lot of men will be fit for redeployment after this mess..."She informed him as they strode through the halls of the hospital. Every room was filled and the moans of patients, the doctors yelling for materials and the beeping of machines. The war had been costly in terms of lives and some of the sights they passed was proof enough.

[Armoured Priest]

The sights and sound around him weren't knew to him, but once being apart a krieger, death was seen more often than those who somehow survive. Though he would admit his own survival from dealing with the chaos lord was perhaps the most surpising of all. He sat and waited on the wheelchair as he was charted along, not enjoying the experience at all.

[Prosperan Son]

The two finally came to a stop at a closed room, she slowly opened door for him and the smell of anti-septics immediately escaped the through the door. The first sight was of Nessa laying across her bed. Without her armor, she appeared frail. Her body was trembling every few seconds and there were bruises all over. Both arms and shoulders were wrapped septic bandages that obviously needed to be replaced once more, blood bleeding through the wrappings.

"Her surgery is in three hours, so I'll just leave you to her. If the Inquisitor ask, I'll be sure to guide him your way." The medic set him at the side of her bed, moving towards the door." If you need anything, just click the button on the side of her bed."

[Armoured Priest]

His silent still, but not because he didn't want to say anything, but because he did not know what to say after seeing nessa in the state she was in. He had an idead from what Kyras and the nurse told him, but hearing it and seeing it where different things. He absently nodded his thanks to the nurse as he wheeled the chair closer to beside the bed now, feeling a measure of guilt now.