Warhammer 40k Sister of Silence: Oathbreaker

Prologue: The Voiceforge Part 2

The man who came into the Magos' workshop reeked of disinfectant, sweat and Lho-Stick smoke. But for a former Cadian Guardsman he sure looked the part. The rugged face of the man spoke of countless battles with multiple scars decorating his face and adding perfectly to the Cadians purple eyes. The attire he wore was still reminiscent of his Guardsman career. Patted one piece suit, shortened at the arms, and his Flak-Armour chestpiece, now devoid of the imperial Aquila. With him, he brought a case.
Most likely full of scalpels, drills, bandages, bonesaws and all things one could need in the dark bowels of a Hive City.
Before he entered the workshop he lit himself another Lho-Stick and coughed as he took his first draw of the Narcotic Stick.
,,So, you are who I am to operate on?", he asked with a smokey voice and the expectable Cadian accent, ,,What am I to do for you, esteemed Sister of Silence, Representative of Holy Terra?"
He bowed and the question tone was full of sarcasm.
,,You will open a scar on her throat and close it once I am done." Exclaimed the Magos.
,,You called me just for that? Seriously?"
,,I am not a surgeon. I am a Magos of the Adeptus Mechanicus." He formulated again.
,,Whatever.", He sighed as he made himself comfortable in the workshops backroom, ,,Of course I don't have anesthetics so I will have to perform while you are awake."
He opened a small pouch and rolled it out, revealing near two dozen Scalpels and a small igniter. Most likely to close the wound. Nothing was quicker than cautarising a wound.
,,Remove the Mask please.", He wheezed, ,,And please lay down.
Luceya hesitated for a moment but then followed his instruction.
After removing her mask, Luceya noticed that the man was feeling uncomfortable, no wonder when you take her Pariah gene into consideration. But the Vratine Armours dampeners were still operating at a well enough efficiancy.
Luceya laid on the table as silently and as still as a statue. It was an uncanny experience for everyone but most of all it was one for the surgeon who went for the cut with a Medium sized scalpel.
,,I want that cut to be two centimeters deep." He said snarkily
,,I know, this is not the first time I've done something like this, you know?" The surgeon replied in kind.
It was but one swift move and the scar was opened. A few drops of blood trickled down her throat and Neck. The Cadian then took some clean bandages and cleaned the wound.
,,Go ahead.", he said while gesturing towards the Magos, ,,You can now install that.....Whatever that is."
The Magos already came hovering over with the device on one of his mechadendrites. With utmost care he slit the smal rail into the now opened scar. Almost immediately the device activated and deployed as small hooks pearced Luceyas flesh. When the device was in place the Magos let out, what could only be described as a mechanical sigh of Relief.
,,Now we wait for the initialisation of the device. This could however take a few minutes. Only once the time has passed are you allowed to cautarise the would, lest you want to enrage its Machine Spirit." Warned the Magos in the Surgeons general direction.
That one just made an affirming grunt- like noise while waving dismissively.
The minutes passed like hours while they were all anxiously waiting for the Machine Spirit to finish initializing and when it finally did the Magos cried out with both relief and sheer uncontrollable childlike joy, hovering through his workshop like a bird.
The Surgeon simply picked up his igniter and cautarised the wound and even then Luceya did not even flinch. When he was done, he packed his things together and watched as Luceya stood up.
,,Try to speak a few words." The Magos encouraged.
,,Kzzzzt....kzzzzt...Is my voice back?" Her voice sounded metallic and distorted but it was there nontheless.
,,By the throne and Cadias Grace!" Exclaimed the Surgeon.
The Magos looked pleased with himself as he went to his front room to pick something up. He returned with the Power sword Luceya had looked at earlier and handed it to her.
,,It shall be yours." He said.
Luceya Held the mighty blade in hand and admired its deadly beauty.
,,You better be thankful, cause I used up every favour I had to get this for you." Interjected Zanith.

And she was thankful. Not just for the blade, but also that she had been given the ability to speak again. Her future was now as open as could be. And she liked that freedom.