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Ixion Raquiel rose from his seat and walked steadily toward the hall. His boots went down hard, each one sounded of burden. The eyes of the Mechanics fell on him as he walked by them, his cape falling behind him and the mark of the Krugeri on his face. Psion Ishmael Forrix approached him, Ishmael had been close with Ixion they were Pride Brothers. Their lives had been intertwined since their days as Nomads.
"Hail brother, you look burden." Ishmael said with concern his hands on Ixion's shoulders, "you act as if we've lost a hundred men this day."
Ixion's eyes fell to Ishmael, and his voice carried with sorrow, "the loss of a hundred men does not compare, brother." Ixion stood shoulder to shoulder with Ishmael, "one of the Krugeri has fallen ill."
"I have heard, Krugeri Namaan. He is a strong man, he will be well, do not fret." Ishmael stated softly, "one of your own Shamans are with him now, Capria."
Capria Kruznik, she had been two years behind both Ixion and Ishmael and held them both in high regards. Ixion sighed heavily and worked up a weary smile if only to have Ishmael feel secure. "Perhaps you are right, brother-" A pause in his speech as he looked away from Ishmael and down the hall and the emptiness before him. "I must go, it seems I am being called to meet with the Battalion Commanders."
"Great Lioness watch over you, hail brother." Ishmael said to him with some ease and reassurance. He proceeded away from Ixion, his footsteps faded as Ixion looked on he took a deep breath and exhaled walking toward the main chamber.
"Raw. Attention. Brigadier on deck." Called one of the enlisted militants from the local territorial army.
Ixion smiled softly and nodded toward the young man, "at ease, whereabouts are Antenor and Rankar?"
"They both are in chapel, sir." He replied to Ixion.
The Brigadier patted the man's shoulder and walked forward toward the steps. He knew this place well, Santa Leona a saint in the name of the Great Lioness and her Beloved Creator. Santa Leona rested within the walls of Smilodon Hall, the Fortress-Monestary where the White Lions head quartered.
Both Antenor and Rankar sat at the front, before them Father Jathem.
Father Jathem looked to the two men and had them rise, "priase the Great Lioness and glory to the Creator. I bless thee and pray they give you the strength you shall need to march forward into battle."
Upon these words, Ixion walked forward. "Excuse me, Father- I needed to speak with Antenor and Rankar."
"Quite alright my son, we were just finished."
Rankar and Antenor turned, Ixion smiled a moment both Rankar and Antenor had been exiled at one point before making a return as Space Marines. "Hail brother." Both greeted Ixion.
"Hail brothers, let us go to the Map Chamber, perhaps we can then discuss what lay before us?" Ixion suggested his hands gesturing toward the door.
"Right you are," Rankar replied as Antenor bidded Father Jathem farewell.
Antenor then walked beside Ixion flanking the left side as Rankar flanked the right. "Its true then, Krugeri Namaan is ill."
"Indeed, Namaan has fallen ill, Shaman Capria tends to him." Ixion reported to Antenor while Rankar kept his peace about him. It is rare a Krugeri falls ill, and rarely do they stay ill as long as Namaan had been. If Namaan should fall to his ailment it would be Ixion to take his place as he already bares the mark, chosen long ago when he became a Resident of the Pride Lands.
The halls were made of the granite that came from the Mouth of Panthera. Protraits immortalizing some of the greatest. The Map Chamber lay guarded by young Space Marines still in their Advanced Training. Antenor and Rankar shut the door behind them as Ixion walked toward the round table that bore the holographic projectors of their sector.
Antenor and Rankar both turned to see Ixion focusing in on a particular grid. "Battle Barge Bloodmane spotted a few Kir'la and Kass'L ships."
"Explains the Fleet Captain's request for a few squads." Antenor noted as he looked at the grid, "has the Bloodmane sent out for stalking alerts?"
"Indeed, but that isn't what has the three of us in here talking." Ixion explained as he moved over to another grid, "it's the Gal'Leath." The image of the massive vessel accompanied by several smaller vessels caught the attention of the two Battalion Commanders.
Rankar looked intently and then spoke, "gonna need more than just a few squads."
"I've already called in for assistance from another chapter." Ixion stated, and while he didn't doubt his troops could more than handle the Tau, it was the sake of system that worried him.
"Any answers?" Antenor asked his eyes fell to his Brigadier.
"Aye, the Black Eagles but they are delayed for the moment, their assisting another chapter elsewhere but are committing three companies to our cause." Ixion looked at Rankar and then added, "you are uneasy brother."
"I am- Did you not notice the mark of Chaos here?" Rankar's hand pointed toward the Chaos Strike Crusiers.
Ixion's expression flooded from him, his pulse quickened, "bloody."
"We've got Battle Barges Lionel and Barbary in appromixate area, signal to stalk mode, sir?" Antenor requested, he the softer of the two Battalion Commanders. Ixion regathered his composure and in his mind the tactica was forming.
The Brigadier acknowledged him and informed Antenor to alert the Commodore. The three men discussed further their plans of actions, and formations with only a thousand men at full chapter strength they could not fight a two front war not on their own. Ixion left Santa Leona and preceeded down the main road toward the gates.
"If its War, that they seek it then War is what they shall get." Ixion said unto himself as he parted the gates of Smilodon Hall. He looked out over the Pride Lands and a smile of blood crept along his face.
[TBC in When There Were Lions II]