Exhausted after several days of battle, the patched up Wolf found himself falling face first into the cleavage of a certain busty Admiral. “Sorry, Red…” He said, not even bothering to push himself off, moaning in pain. He was incredibly sore and tired.
“Wolf?!” Red(F) squeaked with surprise as she supported Wolf’s weight even as his face remained buried in her cleavage. She hurriedly brought him over to the couch, laying him on it. “Rest first, I’ll go get hypos…”
Primum Non Nocere
“Ma’am, BEA casualties at the main base are mounting up. Reports are that large amounts of heavy armour and large infantry assets are attacking with artillery barrages in support. BEA forces are preparing to evac.” the mechanical voice of Seraph went through her comms, “Wolf’s orders, running away to fight another day. Patching you through to his comms, Admiral.”
There was static as the channel switched.
“Admiral, I’m organizing a fighting retreat. There’s no way to stem the tide and hold the line. I’ll be waiting for you in Hyrule before leaving for New Eden.” Wolf said, “Need to see my wife and Red…. just finish up what you’re doing as quickly as possible.”
“Verstanden. Sei vorsichtig, Kaiser.”, Yellow responded with concern before closing the channel. She let out a small sigh, before resuming the evacuation effort alongside her comrades.
Unfortunately, with the need to evade Scorpion’s Hand forces, the entire evacuation effort took another 3 days across the continent before the relief group reported that no further civilians specifically willing to leave were found.
It was at this time that Yellow met up by herself with Wolf as he’d asked. The blonde was still clad in her Valkyrie suit, air shimmering in gentle pulses of propulsion as the Fleet Admiral touched down beside him.
“I’m here.” Yellow said gently, a slim hand grasping her collapsed Caduceus staff.
Damn Warp Shenanigans [starter with fleet-admiral-red]
Vespus was getting very annoyed at the turbulent nature of the Warp lately. Once more he had been caught in a Warp Storm and spit back out in a place he did not recognize. It appeared to be an entirely unknown planet on their charts.
Vespus initiated long-range augur scans to determine what was around and on that planet. They seemed to be highly advanced, which pleased the Techmarine present in the party. Vespus vaguely recognized their technology too from his reports on the Empire of Hope. If Vespus recalled, this was the Galactic Defense Initiative’s technology. A highly advanced society, at least by Imperium standards, wielding technology that seemed to come out of the Dark Age of Technology.
Still, Vespus was not pleased by his arrival, since this Warp Storm could not have been a coincidence. Vespus decided to hail one of the ships from his Strike Cruiser. “This is Force Commander Vespus Linneaus of the Blood Ravens Fourth Company of the Adeptus Astartes,” he began. “My ship has arrived off-course due to a Warp Storm, and I do not believe our arrival here was mere coincidence. I wish to speak with whoever is in charge of your faction to discuss my arrival here.”
It was well-known that not much could faze the Eden Defense Fleet, the elite guardians of the Galactic Defense Initiative’s capital itself.
Certainly, GDI knew of the Imperium and what they were capable of. Given their infamous xenophobia and appreciable military strength, they were not to be taken lightly.
Having an Imperial force appear right in the heart of GDI space, near vaunted Eden itself? That was certainly enough to have even them on edge.
The audio-only response to Vespus’ message came very shortly, the message having been routed through to one of the few people who’d had experience with the Imperium.
“This is Commanding Fleet Admiral Red. Commander Linneaus, I must say your arrival was certainly…unexpected. You wished to speak with me, I believe?”
Primum Non Nocere
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Yellow was no stranger to the chaos of a war zone.
The dead rebel’s gory spray that had hit her vaporized upon contact with the personal shield.
Seeing that these civilians weren’t willing to go, she and her medics healed whoever they could and departed speedily for the next group of civilians the scans had detected.
The next group was just as hardened, but more willing to listen.
“Look, these are our homes. You have to guarentee we’ll have them back by conflict’s end.” the leader of this group, a woman who was also a BEA vet of 30 years, said, “If you can’t, We’re not leaving.”
Yellow knew her duty, having heard such a request many times before, and she wasn’t one to make promises lightly.
She also knew very well that to fulfil a promise like this meant the Initiative would have to be more involved in the conflict. Regardless, it was their safety and future that was most important.
If Fourth Fleet had to get themselves involved fully, then they would.
“We will do our best to make sure your homes are safe when you return, madam,” Yellow said with utmost sincerity.
“Thank you.” The veteran said, hearing the rolling of a tank, “I suggest you get moving, those tanks are crawling everywhere, and if they discover you…”
The veteran grimaced.
“It wouldn’t be good. Out the back door. No advanced methods until you’re out of sensor range.” She said, “We’ll be waiting.”
Yellow nodded, and signalled for her fellow medics to follow her out.
Evading the Scorpion’s Hand tanks was fairly easy, given their enhanced mobility. As the tank group moved on, the three Initiative personnel met up again with the militia.
“We’ve secured a group,” Yellow noted, as she contacted the relief group waiting in orbit, “civilians ready to evacuate. Blink when ready.”
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