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He was in something you'd call a nightmare... again. One of those dreams where you can move and talk and shout and run but it will never do anything.
He was used to it, though.
The nightmare constantly evolved, trying over and over again to crack his will and drive him to the depths of terror.
And frankly, he was bored with it.
Feeling like you're falling isn't a problem when you're used to Zero-G; it's part of Mechanicus standard training!
Being chased by monsters wasn't a problem when you've faced worst than them, and after a while you can plainly tell the pain of being cut and hacked at is only imaginary. Master of your own body and whatnot.
Frankly, there was only one word to describe his feelings.
>"Magos, get up, quickly!""Meh."
>"I don't know, general, he seems to be responding!">"Then try THIS!"He was ripped straight from his slumber when the cot he was resting on was kicked out from beneath him.
"WE SAIDDDDD, GET. UP!" His boots were thrown on his head.
Now they were just being mean.
"Now that's not very polite, Lord-General."
"Maybe. You know what else isn't polite? An Inquisitor -][- " He makes the sign of the Aquila. "knocking on our door in the midst of a battle IN THE MIDDLE OF THE THRONE-FORSAKEN ATMOSPHERE, demanding to see you at the landing bay. I don't know what you did to attract the eye of the spooks, Magos, but you'd best hurry to them. You don't want to be turned into a servitor, do you?"
"No, Lord-General."
"Um, sir?" A third voice piped up. "Can we get back to the issue of the fanatics flinging themselves at our lines?"
The Lord-General glared at the Magos to get moving, and began speaking with his Aide-de-campe again.
Taking the hint, the Magos rushed as fast as his augmented legs could take him to the hangar. He was greeted by a few guardsmen here and there, friendly greetings all around.
Then he arrived at the hangar, and his pleasant mood was gone faster than he could speak in binary.
TO BE CONTINUED
