11-07-2016, 08:49 PM
It wasn’t often you saw Imperial Space Marines balk. The man was of an average height, and slender – one might even say desiccated – in build, with no armour and no visible weapons. But he carried himself with the air of a leader, a visionary, a genius without parallel. He jutted his finger at the marine.
“I’m the Empire’s Chief Scientist, and I don’t take refusals from tin … secondaries. You’d better open that elevator now before I melt you down and use your body to make a battering ram. And …” his white moustache curled into a cruel smirk, “… I’d do it, trust me. Just for the fun.”
Another marine stepped forward, his black armour emblazoned with the Imperial emblem. “Doctor Gero, though you are the Chief Scientist, I do not think Lord Palpatine would appreciate the disassembly of his own elite guard.”
Gero rounded on the loud-mouthed marine, and brought his hand upward. The marine in question was frozen in indecision as the doctor’s hand clamped down upon his helmet. The eleven other marines in the vicinity looked at a loss – should they shoot, or hold back? This was unprecedented.
“He will when he hears what I have to say. This is a matter of versal security, and if he found out I hadn’t informed him, it would be my head sailing through a banishment circle to the Underverse. As for you?” He snorted. “You wouldn’t be worth the effort.
The scientist’s hand began to crackle with energy. “I will see the Emperor. Now.”
The marines looked at each other. The one in black held up a hand, and his helmet, smoking at the mouthpiece, was released from Gero’s grip. “Get … get the elevator open. I shall escort him personally. Nathanael, Rachmiel, Invigrus … come with me.”
The named marines nodded, as two others scrambled to access the doors. On either side, a lever pulled, and a device moved outwards to extract their DNA.
“Scanning … DNA recognition confirmed. Issane, Gripico. Cybaddas, Corbukari. Imperial Elite Guard. Elevator access granted.”
Gero strode forward.
“I’m the Empire’s Chief Scientist, and I don’t take refusals from tin … secondaries. You’d better open that elevator now before I melt you down and use your body to make a battering ram. And …” his white moustache curled into a cruel smirk, “… I’d do it, trust me. Just for the fun.”
Another marine stepped forward, his black armour emblazoned with the Imperial emblem. “Doctor Gero, though you are the Chief Scientist, I do not think Lord Palpatine would appreciate the disassembly of his own elite guard.”
Gero rounded on the loud-mouthed marine, and brought his hand upward. The marine in question was frozen in indecision as the doctor’s hand clamped down upon his helmet. The eleven other marines in the vicinity looked at a loss – should they shoot, or hold back? This was unprecedented.
“He will when he hears what I have to say. This is a matter of versal security, and if he found out I hadn’t informed him, it would be my head sailing through a banishment circle to the Underverse. As for you?” He snorted. “You wouldn’t be worth the effort.
The scientist’s hand began to crackle with energy. “I will see the Emperor. Now.”
The marines looked at each other. The one in black held up a hand, and his helmet, smoking at the mouthpiece, was released from Gero’s grip. “Get … get the elevator open. I shall escort him personally. Nathanael, Rachmiel, Invigrus … come with me.”
The named marines nodded, as two others scrambled to access the doors. On either side, a lever pulled, and a device moved outwards to extract their DNA.
“Scanning … DNA recognition confirmed. Issane, Gripico. Cybaddas, Corbukari. Imperial Elite Guard. Elevator access granted.”
Gero strode forward.
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