Kill Team Cinis of the Deathwatch

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Kill Team Cinis of the Deathwatch

Post by Ordo Festivus » Wed Dec 19, 2018 10:29 pm

"The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph." - attributed to Tomas Payn, Merican Iterator, M2 (Steel Era)

Steel is made strong and pure by fire, the hotter the better. By this logic, Deathwatch Kill Team Cinis should emerge from their time on Vigilus akin to adamantium. Until recently, their composition and teamwork was strong. They had operated for decades in the Scarus Sector of Segmentum Obscurus, battling greenskins and the Archenemy alike. Each had their own area of expertise: Ordias Solaq of the Raven Guard learned much of the biology of xenos for the better targeting of vital organs, while Dolf Icefang of the Vylfa Fenryka merely laughed and rained down destruction from his frag cannon. The pure fury of Donatelus Castiver was tempered by the quiet and steadfast Black Shield Outis whose shield intercepted blows meant for the Blood Angel, and White Scars Watch Sergeant Anagar Kandakh seized the opportunities this made to carve through their foes with graceful precision.

All of this changed, however, with the Ultima Founding and the decree of Lord Commander Roboute Guilliman. Suddenly Cinis had a Captain of the Ultramarines, Cassius Aggenor, to watch over them, one of the new breed of Primaris Marines made by the near-heretical tinkering of the Primarch's pet Martian. Though the way of the Deathwatch is to come together to defeat the common foe, each rankles under the command of this new outsider, different in form and mind. If Cinis is to succeed on Vigilus, they must learn cohesion anew despite their suspicion.
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Re: Kill Team Cinis of the Deathwatch

Post by Ordo Festivus » Tue Jan 15, 2019 11:14 pm

The darkness came and went in patches. When it went away, the world became a muted blur, but even that was preferable to the darkness. Only the Allfather knew how much time had passed before he could stand it no more and decided to live.

Icefang drew himself up off the metal slab upon which he lay, shoving aside a servitor that was trying to force him back down. He rose more swiftly than he expected, and realized that he had been stripped to his carapace. The room he was sterile and cold, smelling of acrid counterseptics and the invigorating scent of blood. The apothecarion, then. No more of that for him. He made for the exit, his stride becoming surer and steadier with every step.

The hallway outside was dim, the lumens clearly functional yet not active as power was now rationed in areas deemed nonessential - anything not related to the generator, really. It didn't matter to him. He quickly caught the scent of his allies - well, his allies and that other one, Aggenor. ‪Icefang still hadn't decided on that one. The Great Wolf may have taken in these newcomers, but this other one was no blood of the Wolf King. That one was of the Thirteenth, and even as one of these new ones he seemed to have adopted the unconscious condescension of his more seasoned kin. It was in Aggenor's voice at all times, and Icefang could hear it now as he made his way to where the Captain spoke with the Kill-Team in a nearby chamber.

"The actions of the Eldar concern me less than what followed," said Cassius Aggenor, locking eyes with Watch-Sergeant Kandakh, "the dataslates that they retrieved are of little importance to our mission, especially considering that reports seem to indicate that they share a common foe with us." The rest of the team clearly bristled, but Kandakh's face betrayed nothing as the Captain's gaze became steely and cold. "No. What concerns me is that without cause, you engaged with Imperial forces - with my very Legion."

Icefang barked laughter from the doorway, which might have startled anyone else. "Skitja! Your Legion. Is the Primarch reforming those now? Besides, these weren't your kin, unless you have something to tell us. These were the snakes of Hel, traitors one and all, and we laid them out on the red snow."

Kandakh never shifted his eyes as he replied. "No, friend. Captain Aggenor speaks the truth. After one of them dispatched you with plasma fire, we fought for some time and the sorcery fell away. They were Ultramarines, and saw us as the dogs of Abbadon just as we saw them to be the serpents of Alpharius. We made our peace, though you killed one of theirs. It was all a trick of the Thousand Sons, a lingering wind of sorcery. We were driven back by them shortly thereafter as they ransacked a munitions depot."

Icefang spat on the floor, making the sign against the evil eye. "Aye? You know this to be maleficarum? Or have we taken the word of tricksters as truth? The Alpha Legion has been known to lie from time to-"

"That. Is. Enough." Aggenor turned from Kandakh and bore down on the Space Wolf. "Your Watch-Sergeant has issued his report, and you will not question it. Nor will I hear you speak so callously when the blood of my Battle-Brother is on your hands. This will not happen again. Our relations with the Ultramarines must be repaired, especially as Lord Calgar has called for all available forces to repel an incoming xenos offensive. I do not wish to tell the Chapter Master that the fields could not hold because we were too busy battling his Astartes."

Aggenor brushed past Icefang and stalked off down the hall. Icefang peered down the hall as the Captain's footfalls receded in the darkness, then turned to the rest of the Kill Team.

"Was it something I said?"

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Re: Kill Team Cinis of the Deathwatch

Post by Ordo Festivus » Wed Feb 13, 2019 5:42 pm

Cassius Aggenor stood in silence and darkness.

How had things gone so terribly wrong? Where was his mistake? The situation had devolved from mere foolishness to outright madness. Every member of his Kill-Team was gravely wounded in action, save for Donatelus. The Blood Angel had been here with him, helping coordinate forces and learning much about negotiating peace between various Chapters. Somewhere Donatelus meditated nearby, while the rest of the Kill-Team lay in the apothecarion, clinging to life.

Chapters. He couldn't fault Lord Guilliman for his decision, nor speak against it, but deep in his gut he couldn't help but feel that fracturing the Legions crippled the Imperium. Each Chapter pursued its own goals and agendas, and rather than simply banding together in brotherhood to defend the Imperium, each clashed with their fellow Astartes as Chapter cultures found themselves at odds with each other. He knew far too much of that now.

Cassius sighed, then brought up the data slate again to review his after-action reports. Sifting past the religious trappings of the reports with a barely-visible sneer of disdain, he came to the heart of it: they had done exactly what he warned them against. When tasked with rooting out saboteurs' nests, they had taken up arms against their fellow Astartes, against his Battle-Brothers of the Ultramarines. Perhaps it had been another trick of the sorcerous Thousand Sons, whom they had encountered shortly thereafter to such disastrous result. Perhaps their egos merely smarted after their dressing-down. The reasons were lost now, and only the observations remained: his Kill-Team had slain even more of his gene-kin.

Theoretical: if he could not prevent such incidents through his command nor their own discipline, he could never trust them to act correctly.

He strode through the halls and over to the injured, as quietly as an Astartes could. Each of the four had been mangled by their attempt to box in Magnus' sons, who had torn through the Deathwatch like razors through silk. The marks of witchfire and the jagged blades of maddened beasts made meat of them. Cassius turned his gaze to Icefang. The face that had sneered in contempt so often now drew slack and pale. Nearby, Watch Sergeant Kandakh lay in similar repose, the stillness of the apothecarion broken only by the soft chimes of the bio-scanners which monitored the Kill-Team's vital signs.

These two were at the heart of it all. Icefang was wild, like so many of Russ' sons, chafing at any attempt to control him. Kandakh had failed in his duty to do so. Cassius reached over and pressed the runes on their bio-scanners, which deactivated with a low tone. Silently, he asked forgiveness of his Primarch and of the Emperor of Mankind for what he must do now.

Practical: two of his weapons were flawed beyond repair, and must be replaced.

With an ease that belied his displeasure in doing so, Cassius drew his bolt pistol and shot the two in the head.

A sharp intake of breath from the doorway caught his attention, and he wheeled quickly, only to find Donatelus watching, eyes wide. The two of them stood a moment, neither speaking, neither letting their eyes stray from each other's gaze. Slowly, Donatelus nodded, and Cassius lowered his pistol. Donatelus turned and walked away.

Cassius Aggenor stood in silence and darkness.

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Re: Kill Team Cinis of the Deathwatch

Post by Ordo Festivus » Thu Feb 14, 2019 11:48 pm

The warrior in black flicked the blood of the xenos off his weapon, burning the remaining residue off with a quick press of his thumb against the power mace's activation rune. He turned to face his new foe and sighed.

His past wasn't important any more. That was the entire point of him now. Nothing remained of his past and whatever shame or guilt lingered from that time. Nothing mattered of that time. The only thing that mattered was what he did in the present, how he performed his duty to his Kill-Team and the Emperor.

His name wasn't important any more. In fact, the name that he answered to now, Outis, had been used by others in his position. He was not unique. He never would be again. It wasn't even a proper name; in one of the localized degradations of High Gothic in the galactic northeast it meant "no one." He wasn't even a person any more.

Without a past, without a name, it was easy. Easy to lose himself in the fight. Easy to step forward into the worst punishment, simply because he could. Easy to face dishonor, for honor had escaped him long ago.

What wasn't easy was facing his own cousins, Battle-Brothers of the Ultramarines, in what seemed like an unavoidable battle. His commander, the Primaris Captain Cassius Aggenor, was himself an Ultramarine, and had tried everything he could to avoid this. Nothing had worked; no words would convince the Ultramarines to stand down, no codes would serve to rebuild trust. Aggenor looked like a man stricken as he gave the order to engage his own brethren.

Around him, the rest of his Kill-Team positioned themselves behind cover, clearly expecting the. From around the corner of an armored cargo container stamped with the logo of the Departmento Munitorum, Outis saw an Astartes slowly advancing with a heavy bolter aimed squarely at Aggenor and his other comrades. That was too much of a threat, and had to go. His duty was clear: protect his Kill-Team by removing that threat no matter the cost.

He angled his shield toward where he believed the rest of the Ultramarines stood, crouched briefly and rocked on his feet, and launched himself toward the threat. Round after round of the heavy bolter fire bounced harmlessly off his storm shield as he rocketed himself across the broken road. To his opponent's credit, the Ultramarine remained stoic as Outis bore down on him with lightning speed. Lesser warriors might have flinched or even fled, but this one didn't even blink.

Waves of pain washed over him suddenly and without warning, but he gritted his teeth and pressed on. On one level he was able to process what was happening. He could see the frost building around the edges of his shield even as its power field crackled. He registered the robed Librarian extending a glowing hand toward him. He knew, as his nerves caught fire, that he was dying.

On another level, he didn't care. Death was expected, welcomed even, and he would be damned if he would let a little thing like that prevent him from his duty.

Within a moment, he lay on the ground, and he wasn't alone. The Ultramarine had dropped the heavy weapon and fallen as well under a hail of blows from the power mace. Around them, the two forces clashed in a frenzy, but for them the fight was over. Outis thought he saw a question in the Ultramarine's eyes, but knew he could never answer it. It didn't matter.

What mattered was that he he had done his duty, and now it was ended.

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