Antony in Warhammer 40K - Chpt 3 [English - US]
Antony in Warhammer 40K [English - US]
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Antony in Warhammer 40K is a small fanfic series, created by Antony Bindilatti with inspiration from some crossovers of several film series, series and games with Warhammer 40K – created by Rick Priestley and Andy Chambers from Games Workshop.
The story focuses on young Antony – the protagonist of Antony's Triviality; on just another ordinary day, until he finds a dimensional portal with energies that are strange to his world. However, something caught his attention to the point of investigating the other side. To the hero's surprise, he embarks on a journey to a completely different universe, in which Earth was a planet full of several megacities and rudimentary technology, at the same time advanced for its era; and human civilization – known as the Imperium of Men; followed an austere religious military doctrine that despised everything that was not part of the Imperium, such as aliens, mutants and heretics, declaring total war on these beings.
And to complete the unpleasant surprise, Antony discovers that his powers and abilities have disappeared, in which he needs to fight not only for survival but also to find a way to return to his universe and cut the connection with that world.
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Chapter 3
A day has passed after the Sisters of Battle of the Order of the Argent Shroud rescued young Antony from the Orks. They took him to an Imperium settlement for medical attention.
However, he would be constantly monitored due to suspicions from Canoness Dolores, the commander of the Sororitas Warriors detachment. The reason for this was during her brief questioning session, where Antony mentioned a Portal from his world that brought him to theirs. Dolores believed it was a Warp Portal, and that the boy could be a possible agent of Chaos or a heretic, not being part of the Imperium of Man. In response, she contacted Inquisitor Val Merkutius, informing him of this recent information. At the same time, Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, the Chaos Gods from the Immaterium, visited Antony in his dream, whispering to him with proposals to join them and revealing images of the Earth boy as a champion of one of the Gods. Antony, in turn, resisted them but was warned that there was no way to escape their influence.
With the sun peeking out from the gray horizon, everything indicated that the day would start off very difficult for the young hero. Antony lay asleep in the hospital bed at the Imperium camp. Everything seemed peaceful in his deep sleep, despite the visit from the Chaos Gods in the middle of the night.
And when he said that the day would start off very difficult, the guard who was watching the young boy appeared at the door to wake him up.
“Mister Antony, you are requested to report to the courtyard now!” called the Imperium officer.
No answer. Antony remained asleep in bed. Instead, he kept mumbling in his sleep.
“Not now, mom. Let me sleep for another five minutes.”
Antony's speech was leaving the guard at the end of his tether. Once again, he calls out to him.
“You are required to appear in the courtyard NOW!” he called loudly.
The guard's speech woke the young hero from his sleep. Antony stretched his arms out to the sides as he yawned.
“Uhh? What…? What happened?” asked Antony.
“Commissar Nikolos has requested that all residents of this camp gather in the courtyard. This includes you.”
Curious about the reason for the summons, Antony asked, “Can I at least know what this summons would be about?”
“The Commissar will inform you of the reason for it. Now, get dressed and go to the courtyard.”
Antony didn't look good when he heard “get dressed.” “And where are my clothes?”
“Those primitive garments of yours were incinerated on the canoness's orders.” Then the guard threw a bundle of Imperium-standard clothing in the boy's face. “Your new clothes are here. Get dressed.”
The boy held up a khaki colored t-shirt, along with black pants and some kind of shorts-like green underwear. As he put on his shorts and pants, Antony turned to look at the guard.
“Are you going to stare at me to put on these clothes?!” asked the nervous boy.
The guard didn't answer his question. He remained staring at him. In response, Antony sighed.
“Okay. I'll put them on.”
Antony lifted the bed sheet, revealing his lean, partially muscular, naked body.
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After donning his new clothes, Antony found himself in the courtyard, surrounded by several people from different corners of the planet. One of them was a man around 45. He wore a T-shirt identical to the boy's, with a black jacket with torn sleeves. Another was a man of 71, wearing a white T-shirt stained with black, brown, and gray. The others ranged in age from 24 to 41. All of them had been here practically longer than he had.
Then a man appeared, accompanied by two Imperium guards. He was wearing a black military uniform with gold and red sashes.caphad the same color scheme, with a skull with golden wings. Along with his robes he wore a pair of large dark brown boots, a saber, and a laser pistol.
The man was slightly shorter than the two guards, reaching close to their shoulders. His face, lined with wrinkles and scars, suggested he was 83 years old, with battles already won. From his jacket, it wasn't clear whether he had any implants for enhancement or to replace limbs lost in combat.
Antony noticed the three men positioned themselves in the middle of the courtyard, facing him and the other people present. Everyone was staring at the central figure of this meeting.
“Alright, you sorry asses,” the black-robed man said with a British accent. Apparently, he was the Commissar the guard had mentioned. “I'm Commissar Nikolos. I imagine you're here for a reason! As you know, this camp has been the target of countless incursions by Orks, Eldar, heretics, aliens, mutants, and potential traitors to the Imperium.”
The Commissar was speaking to a platoon of people gathered in the courtyard, including young Antony. Most of them remained attentive to the man and his words. Others stared at each other, only to be reprimanded orally or with blows from the guards' rifle butts. The man in the black cap didn't seem to mind.
“As we are short of military manpower and awaiting fleet reinforcements, it is the duty of all citizens of the Imperium to give their lives for the Emperor of Mankind.”
Amidst his speech, Nikolos paced back and forth, passing the Kasrkin, the elite soldiers who had accompanied him to the courtyard. Unlike other Imperium soldiers, the Kasrkin wielded a variety of weapons compared to the guardsmen. For example, the guardsmen carried Lasgun rifles or Lascarbine as their primary weapons, while the Kasrkin wielded plasma weapons, Meltaguns, Hellguns, or even laser machine guns. Both could carry Laspistols, fragmentation grenades, Krak grenades, Melta Bombs, and chainsaw swords.
“There are several work camps for you to do your part to reinforce the defenses of this camp, while those selected for enlistment must accompany me or the guards to begin training.”
Some of the people were nervous about hearing the part about “accompanying the Commissar or the guardsmen for enlistment.” Some whispered stories of conscripts being killed during training for sedition or failure to perform the duties requested by their superiors.
“Remember: The Emperor is always watching over you. Any sign of desertion will be punished by death. And I will not hesitate to shoot one of you.”
The Commissar paused for a moment, keeping his eyes on the group of people in the courtyard. Antony remained silent in the face of this speech.
“So do your part and you will be eternally protected by Him. For the Emperor! For humanity!”
All the men responded at once to the Commissar's last speech. “For the Emperor! For humanity!”
After the speech, several people in attendance went to their respective places. The Kasrkin guards were selecting those who were physically and psychologically fit to join the Imperium's reserve troops. Before Antony could go to his designated spot, the Commissar called him over.
“A moment of your attention.”
Hearing that, he pointed his right finger at himself in surprise.
“Me?”
“Yes, young man. Come closer.”
Without showing refusal or any other sign to be framed as a deserter or a heretic, the boy approached the old man.
“You must be the boy who claims to be from Terra and who came to this planet by unknown means.”
Surprised to hear that, Antony tried to hide his concern, shrugging his shoulders.
“I think I'm getting famous around here.”
The Commissar stood before the young boy. Antony was a little taller than him, even with the peak of his cap sticking up. “Canoness Dolores informed me about you.”
“Really? And, did she talk about why I'm here?”
“No. Dolores didn't give me all the details. She only informed me that you are under Imperium supervision and are under no circumstances authorized to leave this camp.”
“Right,” Antony replied, turning his gaze to the right. Then he looked back at Nikolos. “And where is Dolores?”
“Dolores and the other Sisters left some time ago. Since I am in charge of monitoring this place, everything I say and order, you will do without question.”
Commissar Nikolos approached Antony, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze expressed a certain fear for his subordinates. Even more so for the young man.
“There are several Astra Militarum guards in this settlement and in the labor camps, monitoring day and night. And we have the authority to execute any traitor or heretic who demonstrates an act that defies the Imperium of Man. This includes you.”
“But I didn't do anything strange to deserve this,” Antony said with a worried look at Commissar Nikolos.
“It's not what you did. It's what you can do,” the man in the black uniform replied. “Either way, you'll be assigned to one of the labor camps. Follow that guard. He'll show you what to do.”
Antony turned to see the man Nikolos had pointed out. Then he returned to the man. “I can fight too. I have the physical and psychological aptitude and adequate training to be a soldier.”
“Right now, you're going to work in the camps with the others. By all means, you're not allowed to leave. If I'm around, the guard has orders to shoot you.”
The guard in the green vest approached Antony, placing his left hand on the boy's right shoulder. It was a signal that it was time to go to work.
“Do your part and the Emperor will grant you protection,” the Commissar concluded, turning to go to his respective place.
Antony followed the guard to the spot Nikolos had designated. Turning to glance at the small man, his brows furrowed with a hint of bitterness.
“‘The Emperor will grant you protection.’ Ah, cut the crap. I just think this Imperium is nothing more than an authoritarian regime.” Antony thought about Nikolos's speech and the soldiers' treatment of Imperium citizens. It reminded him of the time when his ancestor, Antor'Ak, was a loyal warrior to Stu, the Prince of the Kaessun Templars; and of the time he was taken prisoner by him and the Nazi regime in 1942, when he defied the SS authorities as they were about to take the lives of civilians in Poland, as well as sabotaging the German army's supplies to the Eastern Front.
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Minutes later, Antony was at a work camp designated by Nikolos. Around him was a sort of scrapyard, containing parts and components that had belonged to some Imperium ship or vehicle, or even rocks and minerals essential for the construction of new weapons and war machines.
He wasn't alone. There were others working in the same place, some loading the extracted parts into a tank with a design similar to that of a British Mark V armored vehicle from World War I. This vehicle had been modified to transport heavy parts and components to an Imperium depot, the location of which on that planet is unknown to all, if not many. The vehicle then departed the site, with all the cargo stored on deck for its intended destination.
The guard assigned Antony to an area filled with various tools, parts, and wreckage of Imperium ships and war machines. However, there were more Ork machine parts, weapons, and even bionic components than the faction itself that was targeting him.
“Your task is quite simple: Separate the parts of our machines from those of Ork origin. Place the ones that are our parts in that yard.” The man in green armor pointed.
“Right. And what do you do with them?”
“There's a convoy of Chimera tanks passing by to collect parts, just like the one that already left. Everything we own will be repurposed to repair our war machines. Set aside anything from those brutes. They'll be sent to a place where they'll be disposed of properly.”
“And this place, who's in charge? Where is it?” asked Antony, curious about the place.
“You are not authorized to know this information. You are under Imperium supervision, having come for unknown reasons. We have orders to supervise you and eliminate you if you display any behavior that violates this jurisdiction,” the Imperium guardsman replied.
Antony looked seriously at the man supervising him. Looking around, he noticed the men working tirelessly, with guards patrolling the area, Lasgun rifles steady to open fire on anyone who might rebel. One of the guards who arrived with the boy had to encourage a worker of almost the same age with a gun butt to the back to go to work.
This gave the hero a negative impression of the Imperium of Man. If the Emperor of Mankind protects everyone within the Imperium, according to what Commissar Nikolos said in the courtyard, why do those Imperium Guardsmen constantly commit acts of physical violence or armed surveillance against the very people they are supposed to protect? Could all this be nothing more than lies told by Imperium officers to everyone, based on what the Chaos Gods told Antony?
The hero from Earth chose to accept this and begin the task assigned to him. As a result, the guard began to maintain a certain distance from him, but kept his eyes on Antony as he worked to separate the Imperium's vehicle parts from the rest.
Everything proceeded smoothly as he carried out his work. Antony placed the selected parts in a separate pile to be sent via the vehicle described by the Imperium officer. The Ork-origin parts were placed in another pile, as instructed. The other survivors did the same work, each in their respective spots on the field.
An hour after arriving, the piles of parts and scrap grew. The men's faces became sweaty, with dirt, dust, and oil clinging to them. Antony rubbed his forehead, spreading the dirt along with the sweat. Once again, he returned to work. The guardsmen patrolled around the workers, their Lasgun rifles drawn.
As the sun edged the gray horizon, the sound of vehicles emerged, drawing the attention of Antony and the others. It grew louder as they approached the work area. To their eyes, the sound took the form of a Chimera tank. It had the same design as the other tank used to collect parts extracted from the Imperium's war machines. Behind it appeared another tank of similar model and paintwork. All bore the emblem of a double-headed eagle, identical to the uniforms of the Imperium Guards. The convoy totaled seven tanks used to extract parts from the Imperium vehicles.
The Chimera tanks pulled into the center of the worksite, one after the other. They all opened their cargo bay doors, spewing a thick, icy cloud of smoke. And in the midst of it, a human figure appeared, carrying some sort of scepter or spear. The smoke cleared, revealing the remains of the individual.
To Antony's astonishment, he had mechanical arms extending from his back, eyes replaced by implants, and a vent installed in place of his mouth and nose. His legs and body parts were no longer made of flesh, bone, and blood. They were surgically implanted cybernetic components. He wore a long, hooded red cloak with gold trim and a pair of boots of the same color. On the cloak was a drawing of a bony skull, the left side showing a cybernetic version of it, with a gear-like halo surrounding the emblem. The spear came with several gears and saws on the tip, making it a weapon for inflicting pain and agony by piercing and tearing apart the flesh of his enemies. It was a Tech-priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus in service to the Emperor on that planet. Soon after, others emerged from the Chimera to collect the parts of their respective workers, including those separated by Antony. These, however, are the Servitors due to some implanted arms and claws in place of organic arms.
The footsteps of those Servitors were like metal slamming hard against the metal floor of the Chimera ramp, pushing the metal bodies, joined to the flesh, outward. As one of them approached the first worker on the left, the mechanical arms grabbed several pieces. Their strength was overwhelming to Antony's eyes. And as the next Servitor approached the human boy, a curiosity never seen before emanated from him, momentarily observing him.
“Uhh. Are… are you okay?” Antony asked, feeling a little silly for him.
“You are curiously strange. You do not possess the same physical or genetic characteristics as the other people residing in the Imperium. You have no cybernetic implants or traces of mutations.”
“That's because I came from planet Earth a long time ago in relation to this world.”
“Interesting. You see, I've been thinking about doing scientific experiments, and perhaps you'd be a perfect candidate for this research,” the Servitor said with an expression that was both encouraging and, for Antony's taste, frightening.
“Look, I don't think this is…” Antony replied, disapproving that idea, but was interrupted by the guard's call.
“The boy is not allowed to leave this place, Servitor. Your plans for him will have to be canceled,” the man with the Lasgun rifle replied, giving the cyborg a serious look.
“Fine. As the Omnissiah wills,” the Servitor concluded. He then lifted the pile of parts Antony had sorted with his robotic arms and walked with them to the Chimera tank. The boy stared at the being as he reached behind his head to scratch it. Indeed, the world he found himself in was completely foreign to him.
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Minutes later, the Chimera tanks were loaded with the parts separated by Antony and the other survivors. The Servitors and the Techno-Priest returned to the vehicles.
“The Machine Spirit is ready to depart on its next journey.” the Tech-priest, then entering the leader tank.
Antony watched the ramp of the Chimera tanks rise from the ground, blocking the main passenger passage. Then the doors closed. The mysterious figure with cybernetic components took one last look at the work camp, the shadows cast by the doors covering his entire body. A glow emanated from the visor before being obscured by the doors. The vehicles revved their engines and departed. The survivors and the boy could see the convoy of Chimera tanks shrink to the point of disappearing into the gray horizon.
The guards informed them they needed to return to work to sort more parts for the next train. For Antony, this meant endless work and no time to rest. His hands were red and full of pain and air blisters. His knees were exhausted from bending so much, and the weight of his body forced the young man to fall forward.
But something called to him and the others, to the point where they stopped working. And most of them knew what it meant, while Antony didn't. It was a kind of trumpet or horn, making a very loud noise.
The men stopped their work, moving on to an area where guards were gathered around a crate of supplies. Antony didn't know what was inside.
“Hey, kid!” one of the survivors called. “You better get your lunch.”
“Lunch?” Antony asked. “Man, I can't wait to fill my stomach with some hot food that tastes and looks good.”
Things seemed to be improving for him. Although he had been hospitalized and fed with IV fluids, working for several hours without a decent meal could have led to a series of illnesses due to malnutrition and weakness.
Antony joined the others in receiving his lunch. The guardsmen distributed several metal bowls with a kind of spoon with pointed edges. However, the food content ended up giving the young hero a negative impression of the Imperium's cuisine.
The bowl contained a kind of thick, sticky stew. The color resembled roasted liver or the excrement of a dog suffering from dysentery. Instead of being warm, it was cold.
When he picked it up, Antony sat on the floor with a deprecating expression on his lunch. He wanted to say he didn't want to eat it or throw it away. However, an elderly man approached him. He noticed his expression of disgust at the stew.
“Hey. I wouldn't throw that away if I were you.” The man called to Antony.
The boy turned to the owner of that voice after hearing it so as not to throw away that bowl.
“I don't want to sound ungrateful, but how come you don't get sick eating this?”
“Look, I know this isn't exactly your home. But trust me, you'll need this to survive the next few days.”
Antony didn't like it much. However, he had to accept the reality. He scooped up a portion of the broth with that spoon and brought it to his mouth, closing his eyes for fear that the taste would be worse than it looked. The first thing he thought of when he drank the broth was a horrible taste, too sour or bitter. However, he had a slight sensation that it reminded him of some kind of meat broth with a bit of pumpkin. Mild, to say the least. Then he ate another portion of the ration.
“Hey. You're the boy who was rescued by the warriors of the Argent Shroud, right?” the man called out again.
“Yes, I am.” Antony replied.
“You were lucky to be rescued alive. Orks don't usually show mercy to those who get in the way of the 'WAAAGH!'.”
“‘WAAAGH!’?” asked the confused boy. “What is that?”
“That's what the Orks call their military endeavors. They carry out these ‘WAAAGH!’ on a grand scale. Usually the entire tribe goes to fight. What you faced would have been a small band of raiders.”
“I see,” the boy replied, nodding his head. He took another spoonful of the broth.
“My name is Geran,” the elderly man introduced to Antony.
“Nice to meet you. I'm Antony.”
“Nice to meet you, Antony. What were you doing here until those green-skin barbarians showed up?”
“I was doing my routine patrol where I came from.”
“Patrol? Are you some kind of guardsman or soldier?”
“Not exactly. I'm actually a paladin.
“Paladin? That name isn't very common here in the Imperium.”
“It would be a very long story if I told you from the beginning. As I was saying, I was patrolling where I came from.”
“From which world? Excuse my asking.”
“No problem. I came from Earth.”
“Earth?”
“That's right. Earth. Or as you prefer: Holy Terra. But from several years ago.”
“I imagine, because their accent and customs aren't compatible with ours,” Geran said, drawing Antony into a hearty laugh.
“That's right.” The young hero laughed.
“And how did you come from such a faraway place, from such a distant time, to here, on Dallos IV?” asked the man, citing the name of the planet they were on.
“Dallos IV? Is that the name of the planet we're on?”
“Exactly.”
Antony sighed, afraid to tell his new colleague the truth, especially about the situation he found himself in. Glancing briefly at Geran, he was reminded of James William, one of the skilled commanders of the New Galactic Republic.
“I came here through a Portal I found in my world. I had no idea what it was, but I entered anyway. According to Dolores and the warriors, they called it the Warp Portal.”
“Warp Portal? Are you serious?” Geran said, startled to hear that Antony had arrived on Dallos IV through a Portal created with Immaterium energies.
“Yes. I'm serious,” Antony replied with a serious look.
“You know, I don't know if you're a Psyker, but I know that few individuals are capable of opening portals through the Immaterium. But I never imagined it could be opened across universes.”
Their conversation caught the attention of many, causing a large group of people to gather to hear Antony's story. This even caught the attention of the Imperium guards, with three approaching to separate them.
“But I'm not a Psyker. And I didn't even know about this world until I went through that Portal.”
“I understand, Antony. I know this is news to you, just as it's news to all of us. I don't judge you for what happened, for you to end up here in this backwater through a Warp Portal.”
“How did you get here?” Antony asked, curious to know Geran's story.
“I had a farm, a wife, and a daughter long before I came here. However, they were taken from me long ago,” the old man replied, looking at the ground.
“I'm so sorry for your loss, Geran.”
“Thank you.”
“And what exactly is the Imperium of Man? From what I see, it seems you don't have a very prosperous life, even though they claim it's for our protection,” Antony asked, looking at the others and remembering the times the guardsmen used brute force to make the workers back to work, even against their will.
“The Imperium of Man was created many years ago. It united all human nations under a single banner and a single leader: The Emperor of Mankind.”
“But still, there are those who don't accept him as a leader,” said one of the workers with a cold expression. He was a Caucasian man, bald with a thinning of blond hair around his ears, and a sort of braided blond beard. He wore dark clothes and an open jacket, exposing his abdomen, chest, and arms.
“Björn, please…” Geran said, pleading with the man with the braided golden beard. However, something caught his and the others' attention.
The guardsman who had been keeping an eye on Antony approached the group. He kept his Lasgun rifle in his hand, unlocking it in case of suspicious activity.
“Hey, you guys! What are you doing?!” the armed man called. Several workers were startled by the sound of the gun being cocked, including Geran and Antony. “I must remind you, you're not here to talk. Finish your meals and get back to work!”
The crowd dispersed at the Imperium guard's warning. Geran and Antony remained seated, bowls in hand, their eyes cold at the intimidating call of the armed man.
“I don't like being a troublemaker, but why do these guardsmen treat you like this when you're from the Imperium?”
“From the creation of the Imperium until the Horus Heresy, every citizen adhered to a very strict lifestyle. From martial discipline to following an iron-fisted religious doctrine. No man, woman, child, or elderly person within the Imperium is to depart from it unless they are branded a heretic or traitor. Consequently, the punishment for such acts is death.”
“This is horrible.”
“I know. Just thinking about it, I've been here in this camp for two months and three weeks. By the time I'm waiting for the Imperium transport ship to take the survivors to Holy Terra, I'll probably have died on the front line or on the job.”
“One thing I want to make clear: I'm going home, even if a thousand of these guys come running after me,” said Antony, determined to leave this labor camp. Or even, leave this dystopian and twisted universe.
“Many have said the same thing as you. Many have tried, and many have failed,” Geran said, putting another spoonful in his mouth. Before they could continue, the guard approached them both, giving them an expression that said it was time to get back to work. “Well, we better get back to work. The guards will pick on us if we continue this conversation.”
Their conversation over, Geran and Antony returned to the workyard. Everything seemed to be proceeding without interruption since their conversation about the boy who came from Earth. As he was about to return to work, he was stopped when a left arm extended in front of him. It was the guard monitoring him.
“Let it be very clear to you, sir: Everything you say or do will serve as evidence to incriminate you as a heretic. Therefore, avoid talking to anyone, especially when it concerns you. Do I make myself clear?” said the armed man in the service of the Imperium.
“Of course,” Antony replied, his gaze partially lowered to the guard. “I know there's not much I can do. Except do what you tell me.”
The guard didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on him, watching young Antony head toward the pile of scrap metal and parts. However, Antony harbored a thought that might be somewhat chaotic in the eyes of the Chaos Gods.
“Imperium supervision or not, I'm getting out of this fucking world! And no one will force me to say otherwise. Be it the Imperium of Man, the Chaos Gods, or whoever.” thought Antony, walking calmly to his work area, but keeping his gaze closed with a certain disdain.
Antony returned to his usual duties. Separating the Imperium's machine parts from the rest was all he could do. Despite the minor risks, it became a sort of routine and tedious task.
He often felt nostalgic for a mission he, his brother, Commander James William, Jedi Master Kyle Katarn, and Furir-Sho had shared. They were a team of five who had excelled on missions for the New Republic and the Ulzikrarun Empire. Now, in a world completely different from his usual one, Antony felt alone, isolated, and without anyone to confide in with his fears, his stories, his achievements, and his past experiences.
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Three hours had passed since the hero's arrival at the junkyard. The stacks, which once stretched thirty stories high, now stood at twenty-one. Antony was exhausted, but he remained standing, working to reach his quota. Or at least as far as he could.
Then he hears another convoy of vehicles heading towards the location. Again, it was the Chimeras of the Mechanicus. And once again, the Servitors descend to collect the parts separated by the camp workers.
Antony watched the Servitors' constant movement, arms reaching out to pick up components too heavy for a healthy human to carry alone. With the part delivered to the Chimera, he proceeded to the next pile of parts.
One by one, the pieces sorted by Antony and the other survivors were lowered until none remained. Only the remaining large piles contained parts mixed with machines and vehicles of Ork or other faction origin, which were not worth the Servitors' disposal, leaving that task to others.
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At the same time, the group of Sororitas warriors under Dolores' command was in a distant area of the camp. Their commander was observing through a kind of binoculars in a distant area.
The other warriors stood behind Dolores, carrying their respective weapons. Danubia carried a Bolter, the standard weapon of all Sororita warriors and the powerful Imperium Space Marines; Clara carried a Flamer, a type of Bolter with a built-in flamethrower; and Rachel carried a Heavy Bolter, a type of heavy machine gun or automatic cannon, two-handed and fed with a belt of explosive ammunition from a holster on the warrior's back. They waited quietly, though their eagerness for combat was somewhat evident. Meanwhile, they examined their commander for recognition through binoculars.
“Mistress, we've had our eye on that location for over two hours,” said the youngest of the Battle Sisters. “Are you sure this is the place our superiors ordered us to investigate?”
“Danubia, I know you wanted to be at camp or back at the Ecclesiachy chapel,” Dolores said as she kept the device in her eyes, looking at that region.
Danubia sighed in apprehension upon hearing this. Despite her rule against getting involved with young Antony, she felt a certain concern for him, even though Dolores had notified Inquisitor Val Merkutius of the boy's presence.
“But I must remind you that the young man is under Imperium jurisdiction and awaiting the Inquisitor to collect him for any information regarding his involvement with the forces of Chaos,” the seasoned warrior replied, turning her attention to the youngest of them. Dolores's gaze expressed a kind of coldness, as she was the one most fervent in following her superior's orders.
“Not to mention we've had reports of suspicious activity here on this planet. Suspicious activity involving possible heretics,” Rachel added, approaching the two with the heavy Bolter.
“Correct. That's why we must go to the site of the last reported heretical activity,” Dolores replied, pointing to where she was looking through the binoculars.
Clara approached with the Flamer in her hands. Reunited, the three Battle Sisters continued with Dolores, with nothing more to add to their conversation. With their equipment loaded, ammunition, and supplies accounted for, they headed toward the location designated by the canoness. Judging by the distance, the journey would take days to reach the location, but Dolores and the others were determined to fulfill the Imperium's sacred duty of investigating and eliminating whoever had turned against the Emperor of Mankind.
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