03-09-2015, 07:35 AM
Another human on a strange, entirely unprotected vehicle approached. They seemed to be distracted by the gathering ahead, and failed to pay the proper amount of respect to whatever poor, weak machine spirit inhabited their transport. The Machine Spirit made its displeasure known as the fool led the front wheel of the vehicle into a damaged piece of road, sending them flying forward, towards the one designated as 'Crona'. Sivo calculated the trajectory. Crona had a 94.62% chance to be hit by the newcomer. Sivo's position, coupled with his heavy, augmented form denied him the opportunity to interpose himself between them. His optics focused, curious to see the outcome of this event.
The newcomer crashed into Crona, sending the two of them sprawling to the ground. The Newcomer was a woman, adolescent, clad in bright blue and white. The lack of utility in her clothing was deplorable, serving only as modesty. Crona was surprisingly passive about it, merely asking the new arrival to desist from any hostilities, with a notable amount of decorum. Anomaly detected. A black mass of shadow grew from Crona's back, coalescing into a dark form spurting from Crona's back, grasping onto the foolish arrival, screaming black curses and threats. Daemon. Memories came back to Sivo. The Aquilline. A Noble Vessel, one that had served the Imperium for millennia. One that had tens of thousands of souls aboard it 34, 287, precisely, mutants excluded. The screams. The claws raking through the flesh and steel of the loyal, the warped forms of the possessed drooling blood, promising death, pain, eternal torment. It would not happen again.
The Potentia Coil hummed with power. Haemo-Lubricants ran through his veins and pipes at an accelerated pace. Electoos glowed with power, forming arcs of green lightning between the Chimera and Sivo. Tines folded open, creating further conduits for power. Sparks played across the hull of the chimera, Sivo's augments, and Jon and Crona's blades. "From the Ravages of the Destroyer, Anima shield us." The Ferric Lures across his body primed, creating a sphere of magnetic fluctuation around Sivo, eliciting a groan from the metal hull of the Chimera. "In fealty to the God-Emperor, our undying lord, and by the grace of the Golden Throne, in the name of the Omnissiah, I name thee Diabolis" Sivo shouted from his Vox, beginning to align his targeting systems with the foul creature spurting from the being once known as Crona.
The newcomer crashed into Crona, sending the two of them sprawling to the ground. The Newcomer was a woman, adolescent, clad in bright blue and white. The lack of utility in her clothing was deplorable, serving only as modesty. Crona was surprisingly passive about it, merely asking the new arrival to desist from any hostilities, with a notable amount of decorum. Anomaly detected. A black mass of shadow grew from Crona's back, coalescing into a dark form spurting from Crona's back, grasping onto the foolish arrival, screaming black curses and threats. Daemon. Memories came back to Sivo. The Aquilline. A Noble Vessel, one that had served the Imperium for millennia. One that had tens of thousands of souls aboard it 34, 287, precisely, mutants excluded. The screams. The claws raking through the flesh and steel of the loyal, the warped forms of the possessed drooling blood, promising death, pain, eternal torment. It would not happen again.
The Potentia Coil hummed with power. Haemo-Lubricants ran through his veins and pipes at an accelerated pace. Electoos glowed with power, forming arcs of green lightning between the Chimera and Sivo. Tines folded open, creating further conduits for power. Sparks played across the hull of the chimera, Sivo's augments, and Jon and Crona's blades. "From the Ravages of the Destroyer, Anima shield us." The Ferric Lures across his body primed, creating a sphere of magnetic fluctuation around Sivo, eliciting a groan from the metal hull of the Chimera. "In fealty to the God-Emperor, our undying lord, and by the grace of the Golden Throne, in the name of the Omnissiah, I name thee Diabolis" Sivo shouted from his Vox, beginning to align his targeting systems with the foul creature spurting from the being once known as Crona.
Torcher of tomes, slayer of sorcerers, taker of ears, and flayer of men. Reasonable rates.