Angel's Lament

An Angel's Dreams

Angel's Lament

Hello and welcome to another chapter of Angel's Lament! I hope you are doing well and that if you aren't I can help in even a tiny way to make things a bit better. Now onto a bit about what's happening with story stuff, I plan to give LOTS of explanations for how things are happening the way they are. Stuff like how the Imperials remain in the shadows after having just made a 'large' attack against the Collectors in what seems the wide open (Though that will be explained next time). Things like that I hope to explain in this chapter and the next few whether they be from Antros's, Nikolaus's, Shepard's, or Josyln's POV. Okay enough rambling out of me and onto the Chapter proper, please enjoy this next chapter...

Chapter Thirteen: An Angel's Dreams

The Blood Angel's first mission against the Reapers had worked, they had dealt a crushing blow to the Reapers' pawns the Collectors and slowed if not temporarily postponed their actions, at the very least giving them something bitter to taste as victory had been ripped from their grasp at the last moments just before they had won and taken the colonists of Horizon to their masters. But they had not completely one, true no colonists had been taken from Horizon and the Blood Angels hadn't suffered as much as a lost brother for all their fighting, but one Collector ship had escaped them. Having hidden on the far side of Horizon, in orbit, in and amongst a debris field to avoid detection. Where after losing contact with its brethren, it had immediately fled to the systems Mass Relay before the Angel's Vision was able to give chase.

But that was only a minor annoyance, for even though they had escaped they had been forced out empty-handed, which was the main goal of the mission, to stop the Collectors from getting what they came for. So despite some of their prey escaping their wrath the Blood Angel's of the 4th company were in good spirits as they spoke as they moved from the hangar to their private rooms where they could perform the customary 'Ritual of Disarming.' In the main corridor holding the Astartes chambers stood, the whole force of Astartes as they awaited their Thralls patiently to allow them within the chambers. While the massive Astartes waited they spoke softly with their brethren about the day, some speaking of the fights between them and the Collectors larger creations, others talking about the lives they had saved along their journey through the Mortal colony. While most talked a few stood in staunch silence as they thought of the darker things they had witnessed in their fights.

It was true that they had all seen far worse situations countless times before. It still did little to some of them who looked upon the day with grief for the human lives lost defending the innocent and the pain and trauma suffered from those innocent mortals who simply desired to live happy peaceful lives.

Antros himself had been deep in contemplation when he was roused from his thoughts by hearing the melodic voice of one of his brothers addressing him. "Commander Antros?" There was a pause as Antros heard the sound of power armor servo-motors whirred to life. Antros upon hearing his name turned to face his brother seeing the Sanguinary Priest Bariel giving a quick bow to Antros before continuing to speak. "I wonder if you would allow me to disturb you from your thoughts?" Despite trying to keep his powers from peering at his brother Antros was still able to feel the emotions of his brother the normal, courage, determination, and compassion but strangely enough hints of uncertainty.

Antros, with his helmet still upon his head disguising his features, spoke keeping his voice respectful to show his brother he meant to listen to him honestly. "Of course Brother Sanguinary Priest. I would gladly answer any of your questions?"

Bariel nodded his head and asked Antros what troubled him. "Why, Brother? I mean why did you have us see to those Mortals in the courtyard so thoroughly? I am glad we could help them to such a degree, but it is not a part of our normal doctrine for reacting to such situations. So I wonder if you have some other reason for us assisting them to such a degree."