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5/21/2016 6:31:34 PM
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She was laying in a bed, sleeping, a peaceful look on her beautiful face. She breathed softly, her wings were bandaged up and back in their proper shape.
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"Still in the land of the living, good." [i][b]Bracheous thought to himself. He wanted answers, and when she woke up, he would be sure to get them from her. And so he exited the room. [/b][/i]
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The barracks building was nearby, and so was the Regimental Command structure.
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"Should likely head up." [i][b]Bracheous said to himself aloud now, before he made way to the building. Once he entered, he looked for the captain of the Ultramarines, figuring he'd likely be the one in charge. [/b][/i]
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Upon entering the barracks, he saw the Ultramarines standing around their Primarch.
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[i][b]Bracheous had stared at the primarch, too awestruck to remember why he had came for a brief moment. A primarch? Here? The last primarch he had contacted was decades ago, three to be exact, and he had not been able to even think of seeing one for those years. Now there was one in the very same room as him. [/b][/i]
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The Primarch in question was Roboute Guilliman, the very man who had written the Codex Astartes and unified the Imperium when it was falling apart. He stood there, in all of his glory, clad in his blue armour.
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"A... A primarch..." [i][b]Bracheous muttered, the words barely escaping his lips as he spoke mindlessly. He knew the feats of the man, and he knew what his status was. And so he slowly approached the figure. [/b][/i]
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The gaze of Guilliman met Bracheous, with a calm, strong look. [b][u]"You there. You are the man my men speak of, correct?"[/u][/b] His voice boomed across the room.
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"That would be me, sir." [i][b]Bracheous responded, his words cinveying respect, with an underlying tone of awe still lacing his words. [/b][/i]
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[b][u]"I thank you for coming to aid them. Apparently, you arrived just in time to save their lives."[/u][/b]
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"It is my duty to aid my Battle-Brothers, who am I to leave them to die?"
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[b][u]"Quite right. If you have any questions, I suggest speaking with the Tempestor Prime. She knows more than I do in this situation."[/u][/b]
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"Alright, thank you sir. Where may I find her?"
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[b][u]"She is in the medical office, you may find her there."[/u][/b]
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"Excellent. Thank you." [i][b]Bracheous responded with q courteous bow, before he turned. He strides out of the room with a natural speed, but not enough to seem odd, yet just enough to show his fast-paced nature that the White Scars adored. And that's why they don't have Dreadnoughts. Bracheous Beranteus roams the halls as he attempts to find the Medical areas, eventually stepping in and looking for his target. [/b][/i]
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The Medical building was near the Barracks. The first room he passed by was Agnès' room.
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[i][b]He peered his head into the room, checking if the Tempestor was in here, or if Agnes had woken. [/b][/i]
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She was still slumbering peacefully. [i]"So, you're the one that brought her here, huh?"[/i] A female voice came from beside him.
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"What? Uh, yeah. Out cold when we found her, just fell out of the sky like I assume the rest of us did." [i][b]Bracheous responded. At first he was startled by the voice next to him, then he relaxed slightly before looking over. [/b][/i]
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The Tempestor Prime stood besides him, arms crossed, looking into the Saint's room.
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"How's she been since we brought her in?"
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[i]"She isn't too bad. All she needs is rest."[/i]
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"Good. Well, I should be out, patrol the perimeter and all. Goodbye Tempestor.." [i][b]Bracheous said, gripping his Bolter's handle. And without another word, he left the base's inner areas, staying on the outer perimeter. [/b][/i] ((End))
