“This world will fall to the Word and blood. You cannot stop it. You failed to even save your brothers Mordred. How will you save an entire planet?” the Forsworn spat, black blood coating his lips and pouring from his various wounds. The halberd hung just over the Traitor's neck, Talerion brought the blade up, providing a riposte to the venomous last words of the vile once Astartes "Mordred does not fight alone you Heretic, you are more foul than any mortal traitor, your soul will be twice cursed by the Warp!" With that, Talerion brought the shimmering blue and white blade of the halberd down, neatly severing the Forsworn's head from his shoulders and leaving the Traitor Marine's body in a heap.
Suddenly the magnetic clamps in the soles of his massive ceramite boots kicked in and the body of the ravaged Traitor marine began to float, he nodded to Mordred that it was time to make their way to the bridge. As he did so a ringing, ice cold sensation shot through his mind, it was Brother Champion Jairus pushing out with his thoughts, seeking him and Mordred in particular out.
His psychic silence is enough to warn you that he is less than impressed. The momentary silence gives way to a harshly worded reprimand, +Talerion, Mordred you reckless fools! You fight as a unit, as a brotherhood. Not as individuals charging off after personal glory. You have a duty to respect your Justicar, and you have failed in that. Now get back here.+ With that you feel the attention of your leader turn on those of you on the bridge +Auril, you have acted as I would expect one of our order to act. Galahad, perhaps I was mistaken with leaving you in charge of a squad so soon after you lost your Justicar. You will retain your title and your authority, but your squad will shadow me until such a time as you are able to command on your own. +
With their presence demanded on the Bridge of the dying ship, Talerion maneuvers through the bowles of the ship with all haste along with Mordred in order to not anger Brother Champion Jairus any further.
As they enter, there is not a friendly or jovial greeting one would typically expect after a great victory, rather there was a sense in the air of utter disappointment. Jairus barely acknowledged their presence as they entered and began issuing orders. Brother Ianus would be departing Dothrac to take a place under the command of Justicar Santoro and a new member named Eriban would be joining them from Santoro's squad. Furthermore Dothrac would now be shadowing the Brother Champion's squad. Dothrac was to be swaddled and looked after the way one might look after an infant that could not fend for itself. It was insulting, but Talerion did not allow himself to respond or to provoke further action from Jairus. He was happy that they had escaped with a mild rebuking and nothing more.
That thought of that one minor grace gave way as Mordred proceeded to open his mouth. "Brotherhood-Champion Jarius, you may censure me if you wish for this but I honestly do not care as I will speak my mind." Mordred says removing his helmet and handing it to Galahad before he strides up to Jarius who was standing on the teleporter array with another Squad around him, with his face curled a frown that looks like it could slay an ork at fifty paces. "It was not a failing of Brother-Justicar Galahad that meant he could not control myself or Talerion, it was our own. Mine for leaving my squad to hunt down fleeing traitors so they would not give away our position, and Brother Talerion's only failing is that he came to aid me and if he had not then a Forsworn's plasma blast would have slain me. So I suggest that you do not speak to Justicar Galahad in such a way again My Lord" Mordred was now staring directly into Jarius's eyes (or lens if his helmet is still on) with his chestplate bumping up against Jarius's own. "Or you will find yourself in need of visiting the apocatherion to have your jaw reset and replacement teeth implanted, and while you say that Galahad might be the wrong choice for Justicar of Dothrac. Remember that it was YOU who chose him to lead our squad so if there is blame to be placed then it is to be placed on you for your poor judgement. Now if you excuse me Brother-Champion I am off to the armoury to request a replacement for my stormbolter."
While Talerion appreciated that Mordred acknowledged that he had forced his hand into action, he had still made an ill advised decision to go after his Brother. Furthermore, he would not have been so bold and foolish as to throw it into the face of their Brotherhood Champion who was already at his limits of patience with them. His psychic voice tried to reach out to Mordred but was cut off by the harsh and biting cold of Brotherhood Champion Jairus, his plea to his Battle Brother went unheard as Jairus used his abilities to mentally silence Talerion. The Brotherhood Champion then spoke privately to Talerion via their mental link in a somber tone +At least you have the sensibility and humility to accept your criticism. It does not excuse you, but at least you are not blinded by pride. Sadly these actions, and the consequences they bear, are Mordred's alone to accept. Do not intervene but know I take no joy in this.+ The psychic warning was ominous, and a small part of Talerion feared what might come upon Mordred. A beating more savage than he had ever seen he suspected was about to befall his Brother.
Jairus and Mordred's exchange then erupted into an undisciplined violence wholly uncharacteristic of the Grey Knights as Mordred swung at Jairus with his fist. Talerion was stunned and despite Jairus' warning his instinct was to step forward on his Brother's behalf but Squad Dvorn now stood in between the proceedings and Dothrac. Talerion watched in disbelief as the Brother Champion took a perfectly timed half step back, his eyes grew wide beneath his helmet though as Jairus, with an expertly placed slash took Mordred's strong sword hand off at the wrist before spinning and slamming his power gauntleted hand into Morded's face, causing blood to spatter across the floor as his Battle Brother was knocked unconcious.
"You are a disgrace to this Chapter and The Emperor. Since you have displayed so clearly, by attempting to strike your commanding officer and by insubordination, that you lack the characteristics required of a Grey Knight, I de-name you. You are no longer Mordred of Squad Dothrac, member of the 8th Brotherhood. You are Initiate 437 until such a time as you can display that you have learnt the qualities required of one of our order."
Talerion spoke up, seeking to do what little he could "Brotherhood Champion, Justicar, permission to take Br-" He caught himself before he called Mordred his Brother, "Initiate 437 to the Apothecarin Lords?"
The Brotherhood Champion turned to him and spoke of Mordred, now Initiate 437 in a dismissive and thoroughly disappointed tone, there was a sadness that crept into voice as he spoke, "He is Squad Dothrac's initiate now, tend to him as you see fit. But I would hope that even an initiate would be able to find the Apothecarion unaided." Talerion's concern for his Brother was still there, and even though he was only an Initiate now, he knew he would still have great pride, 437 had managed to get himself to his feet, his left arm tucked close to his body his severed hand held by his remaining right hand. Mordred, Initiate 437 would want not want the shame of having to be helped to the Apothecarion and so he let him make his own way.
As Jairus left he reopened their mental link and spoke to Talerion privately his tone less of an angry commander and more like a father, seeking how he might best discipline his child: +I would be remiss if I did not punish you for your recklessness in this Talerion, but I have no desire to see Squad Dothrac's spirit quashed under a mountain of shame. You will come to me before we make planetfall to receive 20 lashes and then we will speak no more of this. But, I do offer you a choice. Initiate 437, were he a battle brother, would earn a full 50 lashes for his actions. You may leave them as a delayed lesson and punishment that he must endure, if you see fit. Or you may take them as you own, bearing your brothers with the selflessness us in the service of Him On Terra should display. The choice is yours.+ Talerion thought for a moment before responding to Jairus, rather than seek excuses or absolve himself of further burden he spoke softly in response, mentally channeling a sense of understanding, he had forced the Brotherhood Champions hand, it was not a malicious sentence. *+I thank you for your humility and grace Brotherhood Champion Jairus+* Talerion continued *+As for my sentence and that of Initiate 437- *+ He was cut off by Jairus, a sense of warmth, a certain level of kinship and understanding accompanied his words, but also a sense that for the time being, these would be the final words spoken on the matter until the time that Talerion's sentence was carried out. +Be with your brothers for the moment, and come to me with your decision.+
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