《A.R.K》
Chapter 1: Into the Void
¡°Get to the Thunderhawk! Quickly!¡± bellowed Brother Ambrosius of the Salamanders, his massive form armored in green power armor that bore the scars of countless battles. He towered over the panicked civilians, his presence both a beacon of hope and a constant reminder of the battle raging around them.
Brother-Callex of the Ultramarines strode behind him, motioning to the terrified civilians as they hurried onto the gunship. ¡°Your duty to the Emperor is not yet over, people of Melthis V! This is a temporary reprieve¡ªbeyond these doors lies the Emperor¡¯s protection!¡±
The Thunderhawk¡¯s engines roared to life as they boarded, the pilot frantically preparing for takeoff while chaos erupted outside. The two Space Marines loaded last, their boltguns poised as they scanned for any lingering threat. They stood side by side, giants clad in ceramite, as the gunship¡¯s doors hissed shut and lifted off.
¡°Pilot,¡± Callex intoned, his voice steady and calm, ¡°how far to the nearest capital ship?¡±
¡°Three minutes until we¡¯re in range for the Trinity of Vengeance,¡± the pilot replied, his face pale but resolved. ¡°Long enough, Emperor willing.¡±
But as the Thunderhawk ascended, a warp storm brewed on the horizon. The clouds turned a sickly, churning purple, and lightning rippled through the skies in unnatural arcs. The landscape below warped and twisted, corrupted by the touch of the Dark Gods.
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Suddenly, the Thunderhawk was engulfed by the warp storm, tossed as if it were nothing more than a leaf in a hurricane. The lights flickered, and the hull groaned under the unnatural pressure.
¡°Hold on!¡± shouted the pilot as they were swept away.
Purple lightning flashed past the window, the world outside was a riot of red, purple and black, a flash of lightning hit the outside of the ship causing it to shake violently, an explosion echoed through the hull of the ship and then left the ship in darkness.
The Storm lasted seconds¡ªor perhaps hours¡ªbefore it spat them back out into realspace, damaged and listing. The Thunderhawk trembled, its energy reserves all but spent.
¡°Status!¡± Ambrosius roared, gripping one of the handle next to the door, his voice barely carrying over the blaring klaxons.
¡°We... we¡¯re alive,¡± the pilot stammered, his voice shaken. ¡°But barely. Power¡¯s low, and¡ the distress beacon¡¯s damaged. I can only get it to emit intermittently.¡±
¡°What of our location?¡± asked Callex, his gaze unwavering.
¡°Unknown, my lord. There are no familiar star patterns in sight.¡±
The silence that followed was thick. The civilians, still strapped in their seats, looked at each other with a mixture of fear and confusion.
Ambrosius glanced toward them, his tone softer but commanding.¡°Fear not, citizens. The Emperor protects, and so long as we stand, you shall come to no harm.¡±
¡°Do we¡ have any chance of getting home?¡± a man finally dared to ask.
Callex¡¯s steely gaze fixed on him. ¡°Do not lose faith. This is but another trial of the Emperor, a test of our endurance and will. We will be found. You need only trust in our strength and His guidance.¡±
The pilot looked grim. ¡°My Lord''s, with power dwindling, we only have life support for maybe a few days. We¡¯ve lost control over engines and can¡¯t even adjust our trajectory. We¡¯re adrift.¡±
Chapter 2: A Sworn duty.
As time dragged on, the confined space of the Thunderhawk filled with a tense silence. The two Space Marines had set up shifts to monitor for any signs of rescue, while the civilians spoke in hushed tones, glancing nervously at the two giants among them.
Ambrosius, attempting to bring some comfort, lit a small heating rod, its warmth spreading through the cabin. ¡°This flame is like our faith¡ªsmall, yet constant. No matter the darkness of the void, it will endure.¡±
One of the civilians, a woman holding her child, nodded gratefully. ¡°Thank you, my lord¡ Are you¡ afraid?¡±
Ambrosius gave a low, rumbling laugh. ¡°Afraid? No. Fear is the privilege of the weak. Our lives are the Emperor¡¯s to command, and if this is where he deems we are needed, so be it.¡±
Callex, however, stood silent, lost in thought. To him, every second was a calculation. The ticking clock of their power supply weighed on him, and he knew Ambrosius felt the same. Finally, Callex turned to his brother.
¡°Ambrosius,¡± he murmured, leaning closer, ¡°The Pilot just told me we are losing life support faster than he thought at this rate we have days or maybe hours left. We need to consider every option¡ even if it requires that we¡ª¡±
Ambrosius raised a hand. ¡°Our lives mean nothing compared to theirs. They are civilians, and our sworn duty is to protect them.¡±
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¡°Agreed,¡± Callex replied, nodding. ¡°Then we shall endure as long as we must, for them.¡±
As hours turned into days, hope began to dwindle. The civilians huddled together, conserving warmth and taking sparse sips of their remaining water. The Space Marines kept their distance, knowing their looming presence was both a comfort and a stark reminder of the dangers outside. The Thunderhawk¡¯s occasional distress signals had gone unanswered.
Ambrosius sat near a young boy, who looked up at the Salamander with wide, fearful eyes. Sensing the child¡¯s fear, Ambrosius removed his gauntlet, revealing his scarred, ebony hand.
¡°See this?¡± he said, showing the burn marks. ¡°It is a mark of the flame¡ªa bond between me and my brothers of Nocturne. We bear these scars as proof of our loyalty to one another and to the Emperor. You, too, carry a bond, young one, even if you don¡¯t see it. You are strong. You will survive this.¡±
The boy seemed to calm, nodding as he looked at the scarred hand with awe.
Meanwhile, Callex stood by the viewport, staring into the endless darkness of space. He had sent his fair share of prayers, but even he felt the weight of uncertainty.
Ambrosius joined him, the two standing in silence before Callex finally spoke. ¡°You believe in miracles, Brother?¡±
¡°I believe in duty. I believe in loyalty. And I believe in the Emperor¡¯s protection. If we survive, it is His will. If not, then we served.¡± Ambrosius answered.
Callex nodded solemnly. ¡°Aye, then we wait.¡±
As their life support dwindled, the faint pulse of their damaged distress signal persisted, carrying the two Space Marines¡¯ hopes and the prayers of a dozen souls into the void. And as they waited, the Thunderhawk drifted silently across the void.
Chapter 3: The Answered Signal.
As time ticks by, each moment stretching like an eternity as the occupants of the Thunderhawk clung to the thin line between life and oblivion. The distress beacon continued its halting, flickering call into the void, yet no answer had come. Brother Ambrosius and Brother Callex maintained their vigil, their faith unwavering yet tested, watching over the fearful civilians with the resolute calm only Astartes could muster.
Then, breaking the silence, a faint signal sparked through the vox.
Both Space Marines straightened, alert. The civilians looked up with weary hope as the marines tuned the vox controls, trying to strengthen the feeble transmission.
Finally, a voice emerged¡ªa calm, detached tone with the odd hum of a mechanized filter beneath it. ¡°This is A.R.K. Identify yourselves.¡±
Ambrosius exchanged a quick look with Callex before responding. ¡°This is Brother Ambrosius of the Salamanders, and Brother Callex of the Ultramarines. We are in an emergency situation with twelve civilians onboard. Our vessel is damaged and life support systems are failing. We require immediate assistance.¡±
There was a brief silence on the other end. The voice replied, polite yet unerringly precise, as though observing a ritual. ¡°It is understood A.R.K is on his way to your position.¡±
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As the vox fell silent again, an uneasy anticipation filled the cabin. The civilians murmured quietly, daring to hope. Callex tightened his grip on his bolter, scanning the darkness outside. Ambrosius muttered a prayer under his breath, the glow of his faith unbroken but his eyes sharp with vigilance.
Then, a strange ripple crossed the void outside their viewports.
Outside the Thunderhawk, the stars themselves seemed to distort, shifting and elongating as a strange light filled the darkness. A storm began to coalesce, a churning mass of dense clouds and electric-blue lightning, swirling as though the very fabric of reality were peeling open. In the eye of the storm, a massive form began to emerge, silhouetted against the swirling energies.
Slowly, with deliberate grace, a colossal ship materialized, casting a shadow that blotted out even the vastness of space around it. Its form was unlike any Imperial vessel the marines had seen¡ªa sleek, angular behemoth that stretched on for kilometers, crowned with towering fins and shielded by thick, reinforced armor. The ship was massive¡ªits length, according to the scanner, spanned nearly sixty kilometers.
Ambrosius stared, his voice filled with a mix of awe and caution. ¡°By Vulkan¡¯s forge¡ what manner of ship is this?¡±
Callex leaned closer to the viewport, eyes narrowed. ¡°It is not of the Imperium,¡± he murmured. ¡°No marks of allegiance to the Emperor¡ nor any sign of heretical corruption.¡±
The civilians pressed to the other viewports, staring wide-eyed at the leviathan that loomed before them. The sight was terrifying yet captivating, a revelation of power and control that was beyond even the might of the Imperium¡¯s fleet.
Suddenly, the vox sparked to life again, and the same calm, mechanized voice spoke once more.
¡°A.R.K has arrived. Prepare for docking. You will be taken to Docking Bay 3.¡±
Chapter 4: Into A.R.K
Guided by an invisible force, the Thunderhawk began to move forward, pulled gently yet irresistibly toward the gargantuan vessel. The civilians clutched their seats, their initial hope mingling with a fresh wave of apprehension as the vast ship grew ever closer. Docking bay doors the size of a city block began to open, revealing an interior lit by cool, bright lights and fortified by an intricate lattice of steel and metal, shaped and designed in a way that spoke of an alien intellect.
Ambrosius, seeing the civilians¡¯ mounting fear, placed a calming hand on one woman¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Stay calm. We are here to protect you. Remain steadfast, and do not let fear overtake you.¡±
The Thunderhawk drifted into the docking bay, guided with precision. As they passed the threshold, the scale of the bay became clearer: towering cranes, massive structures for servicing, and arrays of strange machinery lined the walls, all far more advanced than anything seen in the Forge Worlds of the Mechanicus. Each piece of technology seemed crafted with both efficiency and a touch of artistry, as though the designers viewed functionality and beauty as one and the same.
¡°By Guilliman¡ how is it possible that something like this could exist without the Imperium¡¯s knowledge.¡± Callex murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of fascination and wariness.
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The voice returned over the vox, smooth and unfazed by the intensity of the situation. ¡°Docking procedure initiated. Docking Bay 3 is prepared to receive you.¡±
The Thunderhawk eased forward into the dock, coming to a stop within a vast chamber, large enough to accommodate even the largest of Imperial transports. It was starkly lit, every corner and surface gleaming, as if the space itself had been purified of any and all imperfections.
Ambrosius glanced over at Callex, his expression unreadable beneath his helm. ¡°Brother, we know nothing of who or what controls this ship. If it is hostile¡¡±
Callex nodded. ¡°Then we fight, to our last breath, as is our duty. But something tells me they would have acted by now if they wished us harm.¡±
The civilians huddled in silence, taking in the strange new environment that stretched beyond the viewports, their voices hushed in awe and trepidation.
As the Thunderhawk settled into place, the mechanized voice spoke once more, its tone as composed as ever. ¡°Docking procedure complete. Please wait for "Guide" to arrive.¡±
The Thunderhawk¡¯s doors remained shut, yet the Space Marines could feel the anticipation hanging in the air, as though the entire vessel awaited this moment. With no answers yet, they only had each other¡ªand their oaths to the Emperor and to those they had sworn to protect.
Chapter 5:In search of answers.
After a tense wait, Brother Ambrosius and Brother Callex finally decided that remaining idle would yield no answers. Duty demanded that they learn more about this mysterious vessel, if not for themselves, then for the civilians who depended on them.
Turning to the pilot and the civilians, Ambrosius spoke in a low, commanding tone. ¡°Stay here. The Thunderhawk is the safest place for now. We¡¯ll secure a perimeter and search for answers.¡±
The civilians nodded, clutching one another with a quiet intensity. The two Space Marines stepped out of the Thunderhawk, weapons ready and senses sharpened as they moved deeper into the hangar. The vastness of the space seemed almost unending, illuminated by soft, artificial light that emanated from overhead fixtures.
At last, they found a door, simple and unmarked, blending seamlessly into the surrounding metal walls. Callex approached it, his bolter raised, while Ambrosius accessed the control panel. The door slid open without a sound, revealing a corridor that stretched into the heart of the ship.
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Moving carefully, Ambrosius and Callex advanced, their eyes sweeping every shadow, each movement calculated and tactical. They checked each door along the way, scanning rooms filled with machinery, strange control panels, and quiet chambers lined with containers of unknown purpose. Yet something gnawed at them both¡ªan odd familiarity in the architecture, as if the corridor itself was modeled after the very halls they had walked upon countless times on their Chapter ships.
¡°Brother,¡± Callex murmured, his voice a low whisper, ¡°do you not sense it? These halls¡ the design¡ they bear a strange resemblance to the Ardent Claw¡¯s interior.¡±
Ambrosius nodded, his grip tightening on his bolter. ¡°Aye, I feel it too. A trick, perhaps, or a mimicry, though the craftsmanship feels authentic.¡±
They pressed on, each step taken in silence, each room swept and cleared before moving forward. The air was cool and unnervingly still, carrying the faint scent of incense, like the faint aroma of ancient cathedrals on Holy Terra. The ship itself felt alive, but without the hum of engines or the whir of servitors, only the constant, haunting quiet that clung to every surface.
Chapter 6: Sanctuary?
At last, their path led them to a massive gate, imposing and intricately carved with symbols that shimmered faintly in the light. It stood as an immovable barrier, giving no sign of its purpose or what lay beyond. Ambrosius and Callex approached cautiously, examining the control panel set to the side.
Ambrosius began tapping at the controls, his armored fingers moving with surprising deftness. ¡°Not an Imperial make¡ but not wholly unfamiliar either.¡±
After several tense moments of manipulating the panel, the gate shuddered to life. Slowly, the massive doors slid apart, revealing an unexpected sight that neither of the battle-hardened marines had anticipated.
They stepped through, weapons lowered, struck by the serene scene before them.
Beyond the gate lay a vast park, impossibly large for any ship, let alone one stranded in the void. Trees spread their branches wide, casting dappled shadows across grassy fields and pathways of smooth stone. Vivid flowers bloomed in carefully tended beds, filling the air with their fragrance. The gentle sound of water drew their eyes to a large lake in the center, its surface shimmering under an artificial sun set in the ceiling high above.
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Ambrosius took a slow, cautious step forward, his voice quiet with awe. ¡°By Vulkan¡¯s forge¡ it¡¯s as if we¡¯ve stepped into a noble¡¯s garden on Terra itself.¡±
Callex, equally astonished, examined a nearby tree, reaching out to feel its bark. ¡°These are no mere holograms,¡± he murmured. ¡°They are real¡ it¡¯s as if this place is a sanctuary, untouched by war.¡±
They walked carefully through the park, scanning the area for any signs of threat, but the quiet serenity persisted. Even the air felt different¡ªwarm, fresh, as though they had somehow crossed a boundary into a different world.
Ambrosius shook his head, his tone edged with incredulity. ¡°It defies all logic. A park, aboard a ship? This expanse would rival some fortress monasteries.¡±
Callex gave a brief nod, keeping his senses alert. ¡°Strange though it is, Brother, I feel no danger here. Yet, one must wonder¡ for what purpose would such a place be created, and by whom?¡±
Ambrosius paused by a patch of flowers, their colors deep and vibrant, unlike any species he had seen before. ¡°If it is a sanctuary, it¡¯s as if it was meant to preserve¡ something precious. Perhaps even life itself.¡±
They moved further along, scanning every tree, bush, and pathway, the quiet peace of the place unnerving in its purity. It was then that Callex noticed something¡ªa subtle movement on the edge of the lake¡¯s shore.
¡°Brother,¡± he said, raising his bolter slightly. ¡°We are not alone.¡±
Chapter 7: The Encounter
From the far side of the lake, a shape began to emerge, hovering just above the ground. It appeared small at first, a faint blue light gleaming in the distance. But as it moved closer, the shape became clearer¡ªa floating, mechanical entity with a spherical core and spindly arms that moved gracefully through the air, emitting a faint hum.
The construct¡¯s form glowed with a cool blue light, its eye-like sensor fixed on them with an expression almost... curious. It moved forward, its gaze shifting between Ambrosius and Callex, pausing as though assessing them.
Callex held his bolter steady but did not fire, glancing at Ambrosius. ¡°It resembles no servitor or construct I¡¯ve seen.¡±
Ambrosius watched the entity with a steady gaze. ¡°Nor I, Brother. But it does not appear hostile.¡±
The construct halted a few feet before them, hovering in place with an almost polite posture. Then, a voice, gentle yet precise, emanated from it¡ªa stark contrast to the mechanical tone that had guided them through the ship.
¡°Hello and welcome to A.R.K,¡± it said. ¡°I¡¯m a Guide and will be¡ well, your guide. If you have any questions, just ask them, and I¡¯ll answer to the best of my ability.¡±
The two Space Marines exchanged a quick look, understanding passing silently between them. They needed answers, and this Guide seemed willing to provide them. Ambrosius spoke first, his voice steady and authoritative.
¡°Where are we?¡± he demanded, keeping his gaze fixed on the Guide.
The construct tilted slightly, almost as though nodding. ¡°You are currently standing in the park connected to the Engineering/Manufacturing district of A.R.K¡¡± It paused, the eye-like sensor focusing on them. ¡°But I guess you mean the ship itself?¡±
Callex''s grip tightened on his bolter and answered with a hint of impatience in his voice. ¡°Of course, We mean the ship!¡±
The Guide continued, its tone neutral but oddly polite. ¡°You are currently aboard A.R.K, one of four ARK-class ships sent out in the year 3284 to secure the future of humanity. This ship is fully self-sufficient in everything a human needs.¡±
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The two Space Marines fell silent, absorbing the unexpected information. It was a staggering notion¡ªthat this ship, this A.R.K, was of human origin and yet entirely unfamiliar, even to the vast knowledge of the Imperium. Callex¡¯s eyes narrowed, his mind racing through what little they knew of human history and technology from the Dark Age of Technology.
Ambrosius broke the silence, his voice still wary. ¡°You say this ship was sent to secure humanity¡¯s future¡ Who sent it? And from where?¡±
The Guide¡¯s light pulsed, a sign of its internal processes, as if selecting the right response. ¡°A.R.K was commissioned by the Confederated Nations of Earth in what is know as the "Garden of Eden" project, The ships were designed to preserve and protect human life and knowledge, even if Earth and her colonies faced extinction.¡±
Callex¡¯s voice was barely more than a murmur. ¡°A relic¡ from the Dark Age.¡± He exchanged a look with Ambrosius, the enormity of the Guide¡¯s revelation weighing on them both.
The construct seemed to sense their reaction, hovering just a little closer. ¡°A.R.K is equipped with resources to create and sustain life, advance technology, and preserve human culture,¡± it said. ¡°Your presence here suggests that humanity survived in some form¡ though I must confess, I have not encountered a human like you before.¡±
Ambrosius raised an eyebrow beneath his helm, his tone hardening slightly. ¡°We are Astartes. Space Marines of the Imperium of Man.¡±
The Guide¡¯s light flickered. ¡°Fascinating. Humanity has indeed evolved in a way that was not foreseen,¡± it mused. ¡°If you would like, I can lead you to the archives. They may have information to assist you in understanding A.R.K¡¯s purpose, or yours, as part of humanity¡¯s continuum.¡±
Callex¡¯s jaw clenched as he considered the Guide¡¯s words. Though the Imperium demanded unswerving faith in its doctrines, the Astartes were also warriors of knowledge, bound to investigate whatever might strengthen humanity.
¡°We will consider it,¡± Ambrosius said at last. ¡°But first, are there any dangers aboard this vessel?¡±
The Guide¡¯s lights dimmed briefly, as though sighing. ¡°In times of emergency, automated security measures are indeed active. However, A.R.K have adjusted the protocols in this area for your safety.¡±
Callex¡¯s nodded, his voice tempered with a grim curiosity. ¡°Then take us to these archives, Guide. If this A.R.K is truly of human origin, it may hold secrets long buried in the dark.¡±
The Guide¡¯s blue glow brightened, and it began to float in the direction of a path through the park. ¡°This way. The archives await.¡±
Chapter 8: To safety?
Before Callex had taken a step, Brother Ambrosius put a hand on his shoulder
¡°Callex,¡± he said, voice firm yet tinged with concern, ¡°we cannot forget the civilians aboard the Thunderhawk. They¡¯re vulnerable and in need of food, rest¡ some reassurance of their safety.¡±
Callex nodded, his stern gaze softening slightly. ¡°You¡¯re right, Brother. We¡¯ve pledged to protect them, no matter where we find ourselves.¡±
Ambrosius turned to the Guide, the faint glow of the construct¡¯s core reflecting off his helm. ¡°Is there somewhere aboard this ship where civilians can find food and shelter?¡±
The Guide¡¯s light pulsed rhythmically, as if considering the request. ¡°Indeed. If sustenance and rest are required, there are four primary civilian districts equipped for such needs: Civilian Center Alpha, Civilian Center Beta, Civilian Center Gamma and Civilian Center Omega . From this district, you will need to take the transport train to reach either of these centers.¡±
Ambrosius and Callex exchanged a look, and without hesitation, they turned back toward the direction of Docking Bay 3, with the Guide hovering silently beside them as they made their way back to the Thunderhawk.
Returning to the Thunderhawk, Ambrosius and Callex were greeted by relieved looks from the civilians, who had been anxiously awaiting their return. The pilot met their eyes, his expression a mix of relief and guarded hope.
¡°Have you found anything, my lords?¡± he asked.
Ambrosius gave a reassuring nod. ¡°We have. There are secure areas aboard this vessel¡ªa place with food and shelter. We will take you there.¡±
As murmurs of gratitude and quiet hope rose from the civilians, Callex gestured for them to gather what little belongings they had brought. ¡°Stay close to us, and heed our instructions,¡± he said firmly. ¡°This place may be secure, but we cannot yet know what dangers lie within.¡±
The civilians quickly gathered themselves, and the group followed the towering figures of the Space Marines as they filed out of the Thunderhawk. The Guide hovered nearby, watching them with a faint blue glow emanating from its core.
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Ambrosius addressed the Guide. ¡°Show us the way to this transport you mentioned.¡±
¡°Of course,¡± Guide replied, leading them out of the docking bay and into the labyrinthine corridors of A.R.K once more. It hovered smoothly, adjusting its pace to accommodate the slower footsteps of the civilians who walked in wary silence.
The journey through the colossal corridors of A.R.K felt both endless and timeless. The civilians walked close together, their eyes darting around as they took in the vast, pristine halls. Everywhere, the architecture continued to echo an uncanny familiarity for Ambrosius and Callex. They moved tactically, scanning their surroundings, ever-vigilant, each corridor as imposing and serene as the last.
Finally, they reached a large, open space where sleek platforms spread out across multiple lanes, each numbered in an unfamiliar language. Lights along the ceiling cast a soft, warm glow that illuminated a row of pristine silver trains, lined up neatly and waiting.
¡°This is the transit station,¡± Guide said, floating toward the platform. ¡°These vehicles will take you to your desired destination. Civilian Center Alpha is the closest. It has ample accommodations for rest and nourishment.¡±
Ambrosius examined the train with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. It was unlike any transport vehicle he had seen, sleek and streamlined like an ancient relic preserved in near perfection. Its design was both alien and elegant, reminding him of the rare picts of bullet trains he had once glimpsed in an archive vault.
Callex gestured for the civilians to begin boarding, his bolter still held at the ready as he scanned their surroundings. ¡°This ship was meant to house civilians,¡± he murmured to Ambrosius, ¡°and its every design seems devoted to their comfort and safety.¡±
Ambrosius nodded, though he remained wary. ¡°If this vessel truly was made to preserve humanity, then perhaps¡ perhaps the Emperor guides us, even here.¡±
The doors to the train slid open with a faint hum, revealing a spacious, polished interior filled with comfortable seating. The civilians moved inside cautiously, murmuring in amazement at the unexpected luxury of their new surroundings.
The Space Marines boarded last, ensuring the group was secure, then positioned themselves at the front, standing guard even in this strange sanctuary. Guide hovered at the entrance, the faint hum of its core resonating softly.
With a chime, the doors closed, sealing them inside, and a gentle vibration ran through the floor as the train began to move. Through the windows, the lights of the platform faded, and the dark corridors of the ship¡¯s transit system slipped past in a blur. A soft, automated voice chimed overhead, announcing their destination.
The civilians settled into their seats, some even beginning to relax as the train glided along its track, bearing them deeper into the heart of A.R.K.
Chapter 9: Medical protocol.
The train glided smoothly to a stop, and with a gentle chime, the doors opened to a spacious, brightly lit platform. Ambrosius and Callex disembarked first, weapons at the ready as they swept the area, instinctively assessing every shadow and corner. But the space was clear, with clean lines and wide corridors that stretched toward a set of tall, ornately designed doors.
Once they were satisfied that there was no immediate threat, Callex turned to the group still seated on the train, signaling them to disembark. The civilians filed out slowly, eyes wide with wonder at the pristine environment surrounding them.
¡°Guide,¡± Ambrosius called, his tone measured. ¡°Show us the way forward.¡±
The construct¡¯s blue light pulsed, and it floated ahead, gesturing with one of its spindly arms. ¡°This way, There is a checkpoint before you may enter the Civilian Center proper.¡±
As they followed the Guide down a wide hallway, the space opened into what appeared to be a checkpoint area, where a secondary construct waited. It looked much like the Guide, though its core light was a soft red-pink, and it hovered with an air of gentleness. When it spoke, its voice was softer, with a faintly feminine tone.
¡°Welcome,¡± it said, its tone warm and inviting. ¡°I am Nurse, the medical assistance protocol for all of A.R.K. Before anyone enters, a medical screening must be conducted to ensure that no harmful agents are introduced into the population. It is merely a precaution, and with your cooperation, this will be swift.¡±
Ambrosius and Callex exchanged a look, wariness in their eyes. They had seen countless strange technologies and odd protocols on different worlds, but a ¡°medical screening¡± from an unknown machine was unusual, even by Astartes standards.
One by one, the civilians were brought to a scanning bay, where Nurse efficiently examined each of them, her pinkish-red light pulsing gently with each patient. Most of the civilians were found to be in acceptable health, though a few displayed ailments Nurse recommended be treated at the local clinic. ¡°There is no immediate cause for alarm,¡± she assured them, ¡°but treatment would be beneficial to maintain your long-term health.¡±
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When the civilians had passed, Nurse turned her attention to Ambrosius and Callex. Her sensor brightened, scanning up and down the lengths of their towering, power-armored forms.
¡°You, however¡ require additional analysis,¡± Nurse said, the gentle voice slightly unsettled. ¡°My scanners indicate extensive physical modifications and¡ injuries.¡±
Callex nodded briefly, his tone even. ¡°We are Astartes. Space Marines. Such alterations are necessary for our role as the Emperor¡¯s defenders.¡±
The red light flickered, and Nurse tilted slightly as though processing the information. ¡°Could you explain these modifications? They¡ appear extreme, even compared to the typical augmentation protocols in my databases.¡±
Ambrosius gave a slight nod. ¡°Our transformations are far beyond civilian enhancements. We undergo intensive surgical procedures, including organ implantation, reinforced musculature, and neural alterations. The process is painful and often fatal to those who cannot withstand it.¡±
Nurse¡¯s light dimmed, her hovering motion pausing briefly in what appeared to be shock. ¡°You¡ voluntarily underwent procedures that would risk your life? For what purpose?¡±
¡°To defend humanity,¡± Callex replied solemnly. ¡°Each of us is a weapon, bound to the Imperium¡¯s will. It is a price we pay gladly.¡±
Nurse¡¯s red light pulsed rapidly, almost as though she were recalibrating. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate, and then a faint voice could be heard as if she were communicating with an unseen figure. The murmur continued, the Astartes catching only brief fragments, words like ¡°acceptable risk¡± and ¡°revised protocols.¡±
After a brief, silent debate, Nurse seemed to reach a resolution. She hovered before them, her tone soft yet composed. ¡°Very well, Astartes. Your modifications and injuries are¡ unique, and in this instance, I have received clearance to allow you entry.¡± Her gaze turned to the civilians. ¡°Your charges, too, have been cleared. I will guide you to the residential district within Civilian Center Alpha.¡±
The heavy doors before them slid open, and Nurse moved forward, gesturing for them to follow.
With a final nod to each other, Ambrosius and Callex shepherded the civilians forward.
Chapter 10: The Silent City
As they stepped through the doors, the group emerged onto a wide, raised platform that overlooked the core of Civilian District Alpha. Ambrosius and Callex moved to the railing, their heightened senses taking in the view below. Rows of quiet streets stretched out into the distance, lined with neat, identical houses and small shops, each one pristine and untouched, bathed in the soft glow of artificial daylight. A scattering of trees and patches of green gave the space a peculiar charm, but the district had an eerie, silent quality to it.
Ambrosius tilted his helm toward Guide, who hovered beside him, bathed in his usual cool, blue light. ¡°How large is this place?¡±
Guide¡¯s core pulsed as he answered. ¡°Civilian District Alpha spans 1 kilometer in width, 2.5 kilometers in length, and a height of 60 meters, with a capacity to house up to 15,000 people.¡±
Ambrosius and Callex exchanged a look, their curiosity tempered by the unfamiliarity of it all. This was a self-contained city.
After watching for a while, Ambrosius turns to Guide "You said there were four districts? are they all the same size?"
Guide''s core pulsed softly before he answered. "Civil district Alpha and Civil district Beta are of the same size, Civil district Gamma can house up to 150,000 people. and Civil district Omega can house up to 250,000 people."
Ambrosius turned his view back to the city. "So A.R.K can house up to half a million people?"
"That if you exclude all those who can live in the other districts." Answered Guide.
After a few moments, Guide drifted toward one of the staircases that led down to the streets below. ¡°Come along, and we¡¯ll show you where you may find accommodations for rest and food,¡± he said, his voice gentle but persistent as he began descending the stairs, Nurse floating closely behind.
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The civilians followed in silence, their eyes wide as they took in the seemingly perfect but lifeless cityscape around them. The Space Marines moved protectively at the rear, their senses sharp, scanning every shadow as they wound their way down to the streets below. But as they walked, a strange feeling grew in the Astartes¡ªa nagging sense of something missing. Ambrosius¡¯s gaze lingered on empty shopfronts, the displays within stocked with untouched items, waiting as though expecting someone to browse.
Finally, Callex voiced what they both felt. ¡°Where are all the people?¡± he asked, his voice a low rumble as they passed a vacant clothing shop, racks neatly filled with garments that had never seen use.
Guide turned back to them, his light pulsing steadily. ¡°Right now, this group is the only people on this ship.¡±
The words hit like a shockwave, and the entire group came to a halt. Ambrosius and Callex immediately stepped into defensive stances, bolters raised, scanning every angle around the civilians, who huddled closer together, their faces stricken with confusion and fear.
¡°What do you mean we are the only ones?¡± Callex demanded, his voice sharp with suspicion. ¡°What happened to the people who were meant to live here?¡±
Nurse floated forward, her red-pink light flickering, as though struggling to convey something difficult. ¡°No one has ever lived here. You are the first humans to set foot on A.R.K. since it was launched.¡±
Ambrosius lowered his bolter slightly, though his voice remained stern. ¡°How can that be? This place¡ª¡± he gestured around them¡ª ¡°is built for thousands. Why would it be empty?¡±
Before Nurse or Guide could respond, a new voice joined them, calm and efficient, with a hint of dry authority. ¡°Perhaps I can offer some insight into that mystery.¡±
The group turned as another construct floated toward them, similar in design to Guide and Nurse, but with a deeper violet glow at its core. Its bearing was sharper, more calculating, and it emanated a presence that was precise and unyielding. The voice it emitted had a faintly bureaucratic tone, cool but not unkind.
¡°Hello, I am The Archivist, though you may call me Chi,¡± the construct said, its purple light pulsing gently as it floated beside them.
Chapter 11: Questions and answers.
Callex¡¯s expression hardened beneath his helm, his voice a low growl. ¡°How many of you are there?¡±
Guide¡¯s cool blue light pulsed as he answered. ¡°There are millions of us.¡±
Callex¡¯s armored fist clenched, his patience fraying. But before he could press further, Chi glided smoothly between them, casting a glance at Guide.
¡°I think,¡± she said with a dry humor to her tone, ¡°you misunderstood the question again, brother.¡± Turning her violet sensor toward Callex, she continued. ¡°The question you meant to ask was how many of us ¡®Protocols¡¯ there are, yes?¡±
¡°Yes,¡± Callex replied, his tone sharp.
Chi¡¯s light pulsed as she answered, her voice calm. ¡°In total, there are six Protocols aboard A.R.K. My brothers: Guide, Ratchet, and Arsenal. And my sisters: Nurse, Cher, and myself, The Archivist, whom you may call Chi.¡±
Ambrosius took a step closer, his gaze calculating. ¡°And what roles do these others fulfill?¡±
¡°Ratchet,¡± Chi explained, ¡°oversees all things related to engineering and production. Arsenal handles security, weapons, and all military assets onboard. And Cher, our scientist, is¡¡± She paused, almost amused, ¡°our resident ¡®nerd,¡¯ as you might say.¡±
Ambrosius and Callex exchanged a look of wary intrigue, their bolters still lowered but at the ready. The vast, empty halls, the silence, the echo of their own boots¡ªthe picture was slowly forming, yet the core remained elusive.
Callex¡¯s voice was edged as he asked, ¡°And where does A.R.K. fit into all this?¡±
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Chi¡¯s sensor brightened. ¡°A.R.K. is, in a way, our father. But, if you want specifics, he is our source code.¡±
Both Space Marines tensed, bolters lifting in reflexive distrust. ¡°Are you saying A.R.K. is an A.I.?¡± Callex demanded, his voice hard and unforgiving.
Chi paused, her core dimming slightly before she replied. ¡°Yes¡ and no.¡±
Ambrosius narrowed his gaze, pressing, ¡°What do you mean by that?¡±
¡°A.R.K. is what the Confederated Nations of Earth called a Proto-Intelligence, or P.I.,¡± Chi answered smoothly.
Ambrosius and Callex exchanged a confused glance. The term was foreign, unfamiliar, even to their extensive training. The idea of a sentient machine, much less one governing the sheer size and complexity of this station, stirred an unease in them both.
Callex¡¯s voice was terse. ¡°What does that mean exactly?¡±
Chi¡¯s response was patient, almost like a tutor explaining a delicate concept to a child. ¡°When A.I. research began advancing, early researchers noticed an issue: pure artificial intelligences lacked the depth of human emotional balance, often leading them to self-destruct, or¡ª¡± her tone darkened slightly, ¡°go rogue, disregarding all human life in merciless rampages. To counteract this, they developed Proto-Intelligence, a hybridized solution.¡± She paused, as though giving weight to her words. ¡°They paired the computational power of a machine with the emotional depth of a human. Simply put, they linked a human mind to the machine, merging them.¡±
The Space Marines stood, absorbing the unsettling revelation. For them, the concept felt uncomfortably akin to the ancient Dreadnoughts¡ªspace marines who, even in death, were entombed in massive armor to continue their service, a life suspended between man and machine.
¡°So,¡± Ambrosius asked slowly, his gaze piercing, ¡°a human controls A.R.K.?¡±
¡°Controls is a broad term,¡± Chi answered, her tone carefully neutral. ¡°But yes, there is a human element, though calling them merely human is open to interpretation.¡±
Ambrosius and Callex exchanged another glance, the suspicion in their eyes deepening. This revelation painted A.R.K. as something far stranger and more complex than they¡¯d imagined.
A long silence settled over the group as they processed this information.
Chapter 12: A New Home.
Ambrosius remained silent for a moment, deep in thought, then leveled his gaze back at Chi. ¡°You never answered the question,¡± he said, his tone pointed.
Chi¡¯s violet eye flickered slightly, realization dawning. ¡°Oh yes¡ apologies. Do you want the short or the long explanation?¡± she replied, almost as if humor threaded through her voice.
¡°The short one,¡± Callex answered firmly, his impatience evident.
¡°Understood,¡± Chi said, her voice smooth and matter-of-fact. ¡°A.R.K. was constructed in one of the shipyards on ¡®Gevila¡¯s 6,¡¯ one of the moons of the star system Alias, about 260 light-years from the Sol System. When A.R.K. launched, it had two primary orders: first, to navigate to Alias¡¯s gas giant to gather resources and data necessary for its mission. Once that was complete, A.R.K. would head to Sol to retrieve all the people it was designed to protect.¡±
As Chi spoke, the group began to move forward, guided by her and Nurse. Ambrosius glanced over at Chi, his mind racing with possibilities. ¡°I take it things didn¡¯t go as planned?¡±
Chi¡¯s tone shifted, and for a moment, there was an unmistakable sadness in her voice. ¡°No¡ something happened during the jump to Sol. The jump drive malfunctioned, and when we exited the jump, we were¡ stranded here.¡±
Guide added with a somber tone. ¡°Not only was A.R.K. unable to continue his journey, but the damage to the navigation system and the jump drive was extensive. It took A.R.K. two years to repair the core systems, but by then, we¡¯d lost all navigational data. Right now, we¡¯re adrift without any clear map to our destination¡ or any destination, really.¡±
The two Space Marines exchanged glances, the implications of Guide¡¯s words sinking in. Callex turned to Chi and Guide, his voice wary. ¡°It almost sounds as though someone sabotaged A.R.K.¡±
Chi¡¯s eye dimmed, as if contemplating a painful memory. ¡°A.R.K. has considered this possibility. However, without tangible evidence, it remains conjecture. Sabotage or accident¡ªeither way, A.R.K. has not fulfilled its purpose, and we remain stranded.¡±
The Marines spoke in hushed tones among themselves, their voices laced with concern as they discussed what this could mean. They were far from familiar territory, surrounded by technology they couldn¡¯t fully comprehend and cut off from any chance of immediate rescue. But despite the odds, there was a sliver of hope in this place, even in the quiet of its abandoned streets and silent corridors.
After a time, they arrived at a small square with a fountain in the center, a few benches positioned around it. Nurse gestured to the surrounding buildings. ¡°This is our destination.¡±
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Ambrosius and Callex scanned the area, their vigilant eyes taking in the structure. There were clean, functional buildings designed to house families or groups. At one side of the square was a restaurant with a small cooking area, while another structure looked like a general shop. Nurse turned to the civilians, her gentle voice soothing.
¡°There are apartments here that can accommodate up to four occupants comfortably. The restaurant is equipped with everything you need to prepare meals, and the shop,¡± she gestured with a slight tilt of her frame, ¡°is stocked with basic clothing and supplies.¡±
The civilians glanced at the Space Marines, seeking reassurance. Ambrosius gave them a nod. ¡°It¡¯s safe. Go ahead and take what you need.¡±
Relieved, the civilians dispersed around the square, some heading for the apartments, others for the shop. The children clung to their parents, eyes wide with wonder and fear as they took in their new surroundings.
Callex turned to Guide. ¡°Is there a location nearby where we can establish a base of operations?¡±
Guide pondered the question before nodding. ¡°Yes, follow me.¡± He led the Marines to a building on the opposite side of the fountain. Originally intended as a general store, the structure now stood empty, its shelves and rooms waiting, as if expecting inhabitants to return at any moment.
¡°Will this do?¡± Guide asked, turning to face the Marines as they surveyed the area.
Callex studied the building, nodding thoughtfully. He walked through the main area and found a rear room behind an automatic door, spacious enough for their needs. ¡°This will be sufficient,¡± he replied.
Ambrosius pointed to the back room. ¡°We can use this space for weapon storage and equipment maintenance,¡± he noted, his strategic mind already envisioning how they could transform the empty room into a functional headquarters.
¡°Excellent,¡± Guide replied, turning back to them. ¡°I¡¯ll leave you to get settled. However, I suggest you seek out Ratchet and Arsenal when you have the chance,¡± he added before exiting the building.
Once Guide had gone, the Marines waited in silence, listening as his faint hum faded into the distance. Then, they gathered together, their expressions somber as they considered the situation.
¡°Stranded, with no map, no communications, and no knowledge of where we even are,¡± Callex muttered, his frustration clear. ¡°And now we¡¯re relying on machines to guide us.¡±
Ambrosius rested a gauntleted hand on his brother¡¯s shoulder. ¡°We¡¯re still alive, and so are the civilians. Our duty is to protect them and find a way home.¡± He cast a glance back toward the square, where the civilians were exploring, trying to make the best of their unfamiliar surroundings. Children laughed tentatively as they splashed near the fountain, while parents watched with cautious relief.
The two Marines stepped outside, standing at the threshold of their makeshift base, watching over the civilians they had sworn to protect. The vast silence of the empty district loomed around them, a stark reminder of the odds they now faced.
¡°Do you think we¡¯ll ever see our brothers again?¡± Callex asked quietly, his gaze fixed on the children laughing by the fountain.
Ambrosius¡¯s gaze was resolute. ¡°We are the Emperor¡¯s chosen. We will fulfill our duty here, and we will find our way back. We owe them that much.¡±
As they stood guard over their new charges, the faint hum of A.R.K thrummed through the city, a subtle reminder of the ancient, watchful machine that housed them.
Chapter 13: Mission (Part 1)
"One month has passed since the incident that stranded us here in the void..." Callex¡¯s voice trailed off as he stared at the cogitator screen, his hand hovering over the keybord. He took a slow, deep breath. How could he possibly document all they¡¯d witnessed in this alien place without painting himself and Ambrosius as heretics in the eyes of the Inquisition? The data he, Ambrosius and even the civilians had gathered on A.R.K., the machines, and and the place they now live in was staggering¡ªand dangerous.
He glanced over the screen, where numerous reports blinked back at him, each recording the unsettling yet fascinating discoveries they¡¯d made. He rubbed his temple, a headache lingering after hours of combing through reports.
With a huff, Callex moved away from the cogitator and crossed the room to a nearby table, where a goblet of deep crimson wine waited, still half-full. Guide had explained that it was ¡°The best wine produced on Earth in the year 3198,¡± though Callex doubted it was worth the high praise. He took a deep sip, letting the warmth ease his nerves.
His eyes wandered down to his combat knife lying on the table, and one particular memory from the past month flickered in his mind¡ªthe day they met Chen, the Scientist Protocol. It had been roughly two weeks after they¡¯d arrived on A.R.K., and they¡¯d been meeting with Arsenal and Ratchet to discuss the production of bolter ammunition. Callex chuckled darkly as he remembered it: Chen had barged into the room mid-conversation, appearing out of nowhere with her excited, floating form, ready to throw her two pieces into the conversation. Pure instinct had taken over, and before he could think, Callex had drawn his combat knife and hurled it through her.
The blade had skewered Chen cleanly, sending her careening down the hall, where she had slammed into the wall with an echoing metallic clang. The two Space Marines had been braced for retribution, expecting Arsenal or Ratchet to retaliate. Instead, Ratchet had merely muttered, ¡°Damn... now I owe Chi five rotations of defragmentation.¡± while Arsenal sighed in a way that almost sounded resigned.
That incident was also when they¡¯d learned the true nature of the machines they have interacted with. it turns out that these were not their real bodies but avatars called ''Monitor''s'', while their true cores resided deep within the heart of A.R.K., alongside its primary systems. A strange detail, indeed¡ªbut one that raised more questions than answers.
He set the goblet back on the table and picked up one of the slates. He barely had time to scroll through another report when he heard the door to their base open. Ambrosius entered, a large box tucked under one arm. Callex couldn¡¯t help but smirk as he noted his brother¡¯s attire. Ambrosius wore plain, weathered clothing¡ªa rough tunic and trousers¡ªgarments he¡¯d adopted to keep up civilian morale and spend time working with them in the hydroponics bays. He himself chose to wear his Chapter''s standard "off duty" clothing which consists of a simple chitons clothing made in white with an ultramarine blue belt.
¡°I see you¡¯ve taken a break,¡± Ambrosius observed with a slight smile, setting the box down on the table.
¡°Not exactly,¡± Callex replied, closing the slate. ¡°I¡¯m trying to find a way to word these reports without giving the Inquisition a reason to burn us.¡±
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Ambrosius chuckled and opened the box, pulling out a object. ¡°Perhaps you¡¯d think better with something in your stomach.¡± He tossed the object at Callex, who caught it without looking.
¡°An apple?¡± Callex asked, eyeing the smooth, red fruit in his hand.
¡°An unmodified apple, grown right here in the ship¡¯s hydroponics bays from Terra¡¯s own seeds,¡± Ambrosius replied, sitting down at the table and taking one for himself and biting into it.
Callex regarded the apple thoughtfully before taking a bite. The sweet, fresh taste flooded his mouth, momentarily washing away the lingering tension. ¡°Not bad,¡± he muttered, swallowing. ¡°So¡ what are you doing with the civilians today?¡±
Ambrosius was about to answer when a faint, steady hum sounded outside, growing louder by the second. The door swung open abruptly, and both Arsenal and Ratchet came crashing into the room, their usually composed forms hovering tensely.
¡°We have a situation,¡± Arsenal announced, his voice laced with urgency. His eye blazed white as he spoke.
Callex still had problems when it came to Arsenal as for some reason he sounded just like Lord Calgar. Which at their first meeting had left him speechless.
¡°What kind of situation?¡± Ambrosius asked, rising to his feet, his posture immediately alert.
Ratchet floated forward, his orange eye scanning over them. ¡°Approximately half an hour ago, A.R.K. detected something on its long-range sensors and initiated another jump to investigate. After we arrived we were still several light second away from the source, but we just made visual contact.¡±
Ratchet glided to a cogitator terminal, interfacing with it. ¡°This is what we found.¡± The screen flared to life, showing a vast, tangled mass floating in the void. Ships, asteroids, and hulking debris meshed together, drifting slowly, the blackness swallowing its silhouette.
Both Marines recognized it immediately, a familiar cold dread gripping them. ¡°A space hulk?¡± they exclaimed in unison.
¡°Not only that,¡± Arsenal added, moving to another cogitator and pulling up another feed. A crackling sound burst from the speakers, hissing with static, then¡ª
¡°This is First Lieutenant Farestein of the Cadian 315th .....bzzzz¡ can someone hear me¡bzzzz.... we are in need of reinforcements¡bzzz...¡±
The voice faded in and out, like a ghostly plea carried across the stars. Callex and Ambrosius stared at the screen, the implications settling heavily between them.
¡°Cadians¡¡± Ambrosius murmured, his brow furrowing. ¡°How old is that transmission?¡±
Ratchet¡¯s optic eye glowed as he replied. ¡°Based on A.R.K.¡¯s analysis, the signal appears to be a continuous loop, though it¡¯s impossible to determine exactly how old it is without closer proximity.¡±
Ambrosius clenched a fist. ¡°If there are Guardsmen on that hulk, we have a duty to investigate. We can¡¯t leave them stranded¡ªwhatever their fate.¡±
Callex, however, remained cautious. ¡°Space hulks are riddled with danger. It would be foolish to approach unprepared, running in without intel or a strategy, I would advise against any rash actions.¡±
Arsenal¡¯s tone was somber but resolute. ¡°A.R.K. agrees with your assessment. However, the signal might hold critical information regarding your current predicament or even a potential path back to Sol.¡±
Ambrosius grunted in agreement, his gaze hardening. ¡°Then we don¡¯t have a choice. We have to investigate, but we proceed with caution.¡± He turned and started moving towards their armory.
Chapter 14: Mission (Part 2)
Callex placed the slate down on the table and followed Ambrosius to the armory. It was still surreal to be gearing up this way¡ªusing the automated system Ratchet had designed for them. Ratchet¡¯s innovation could equip or remove their sacred power armor in less than five minutes, an astounding feat when compared to the long rituals and benedictions the Adeptus Mechanicus performed before each battle. Even as Callex¡¯s mind rebelled against this expediency, he couldn¡¯t deny its practicality.
Ratchet¡¯s voice interrupted his thoughts. ¡°A.R.K. will fly in and maintain a distance of one point five light-second from what you call a Space Hulk,¡± he said, appearing at the doorway. ¡°Arsenal and I will meet you at Hangar 07B with a ship to transport you to the target. Arsenal is already loading your gear.¡± With that, he left.
Callex watched him glide away, then glanced at Ambrosius. ¡°It still feels strange to me, having these machines helping us so readily,¡± he murmured. ¡°Almost as if they¡¯re too willing.¡±
¡°I know what you mean,¡± Ambrosius replied, strapping on his gauntlet. ¡°But we have to take all the help we can get. As long as they follow through, we¡¯ll do the same.¡±
Callex nodded, lost in thought as memories surfaced. He and Ambrosius had discussed this very topic with A.R.K. just three weeks earlier.
Three Weeks Ago ¨C A.R.K.¡¯s Command Core
¡°So, let me see if I understand this correctly,¡± Callex said, crossing his arms. ¡°You¡¯re appointing us as officers, and that¡¯s because¡?¡±
A.R.K.¡¯s voice, calm and deep, reverberated throughout the command core. ¡°Because you are the only ones aboard with military expertise, and this title allows you more freedom within my structure. To an extent, of course.¡±
¡°That makes sense,¡± Ambrosius conceded, ¡°but you hardly know us. Where we come from, trust is something hard-earned. You seem to give it away freely.¡±
¡°Because we are alike,¡± A.R.K. replied.
The two Marines exchanged wary glances. ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± Ambrosius asked.
¡°You said you are the defender of humanity...right?¡± A.R.K. said simply. ¡°so if you are the defenders of humanity, then it is my duty to help you as the Portector of Mankind, for that is what i was build for.¡±
Back to the Present
Callex shook his head as he stepped onto the hyper train. The whole conversation they had that day with A.R.K could surely give the adepyus administratum a run for its money. Beside him, Ambrosius watched him with a raised brow.
¡°Is something wrong?¡±
¡°Nothing.¡± Callex focused on the blur of tunnel walls and light flashing past the hyper train windows. These were perks they¡¯d gained since becoming ¡°officers¡± on A.R.K.¡ªaccess to transportation and certain secure areas across this vast fortress. The first time they¡¯d used the hyper train Guide had explain it as ¡°a network of electromagnetic trains that cut travel time to a tenth.¡±
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They arrived at Hangar 07B in minutes, where Arsenal and Ratchet awaited them beside a massive transport ship. The hulking vessel loomed before them, its steel-grey plating sleek yet scarred from battles they could only imagine.
¡°We¡¯ve already loaded all equipment aboard,¡± Arsenal said as they approached. ¡°This ship is called a Breacher," Ratchet says pointing to the ship," A standard boarding vessel from our internal storage.¡±
The Space Marines studied the ship, noting its resemblance to a Land Raider but far larger, devoid of tracks and equipped with powerful jet engines. It was a purpose-built juggernaut, optimized for boarding and breaching through hostile environments.
¡°Any updates on the Space Hulk?¡± Callex asked, his voice tense with anticipation.
Arsenal nodded as he floated up the ramp. ¡°A.R.K. has completed a scan of the vessel. The signal¡¯s origin is in the central region of the hulk. We¡¯ve charted the best landing site to minimize resistance and get you as close to the source as possible.¡±
Callex nods in response. "Good, the less time we spend on that cursed ship the better."
Ratchet floated over, engaging the tactical display. ¡°We¡¯ve also determined that the signal is recent. Based on its degradation rate and power output, it¡¯s no older than seven days.¡± a hologram of The Space Hulk with a blue little dot flashing near the central parts of The Space Hulk.
Both Marines shared a glance of surprise. Seven days? There was a chance¡ªhowever slim¡ªthat survivors remained aboard.
¡°But A.R.K. uncovered something concerning,¡± Arsenal added, manipulating the display. Sections of the Space Hulk turned red on the holographic schematic, covering vast areas. ¡°These areas indicate organic lifeforms...and then there''s this." A live video of The Space Hulk comes up on one of the second screens, showing a grotesque organic growth on the outside of a large part of The Space Hulk.
Callex¡¯s jaw clenched. ¡°Tyranids.¡±
A sense of grim determination settled over them both. Tyranids were a scourge unlike any other¡ªa relentless, consuming hive. The mere thought of confronting them was enough to stir an Astartes to heightened vigilance.
"I''ve loaded a little bit of everything that I think you''ll find use for... but I have to admit that I have no knowledge of what you''ll face so this is the best I can do." Arsenal says, pointing to a pile of boxes off to one side of the ship.
Ambrosius walks over to the boxes and starts looking through them. "Ammunition, extra magazine, grenades.. what is this?" Ambrosius holds up something that looks like a little white box with legs.
"That''s an AutoDoc." replied Ratchet. ¡°It can repair almost any kind of damage or keep someone with mortal damage alive for a while." Ratchet floats up to him, "To activate it place it on the patient and then press the red cross on the back of it."
A signal rang through the Hangar. "A.R.K has reached its position, we are ready for takeoff." Arsenal said and hovered over to a docking station together with Ratchet.
The ramp closed with a low hum, sealing them inside. Callex and Ambrosius makes a last minute check on their weapons and their gear before they buckled into their seats, Callex let the brief silence focus his mind as he felt the ship take off from the hangar.
¡°If there are any survivors,¡± he muttered, ¡°we will bring them back. Or purge whatever remains.¡±