A slightly smaller Mess

OOC: hello

Lyanna: you alright?

OOC eddy baby

Tyren: "No. Not in the slightest bit."

she puts an arm around the astartes

Tyren: "Word is that another black crusade is coming."

"I know"

Tyren: "I'll try not to break the new body." *He chuckles gently at his own gallows humor*

she sighs
"Tyren....why do you think this all happened?"

Tyren: "The gods, the emperor's damned idealism, the supposedly incorruptible primarchs falling like dominoes. The damned impossibility of the task."

"There's more than that.... Perturabo. The great iron lord. Why do you think he turned? I've spent a long time researching this"

Tyren: "We neglected him, before my time, but, none of the legions gave a shit about the warriors, we saw you throwing good men after bad into meat grinders, all heard the horror stories of do or die assaults against impenetrable fortifications... They didn't just ignore him, they flat out hated him, even vulkan. And you can only be hated for so long before you hate back."

"There's more than that....I'll be honest....the iron lord is...damaged"

Tyren: "I've put long hours of thought into it, his mind, it's strictly logical, he does not simply not care, like angron, he is Incapable of caring."

"Not quite....he did care, but not how you'd think. He did not understand the few emotions he did display, and he hated them as a result. He'd try his hardest to avoid them, getting lost in fine details, anything that would take him back to the numbers he understood. I have a phoenix with artificial intelligence he coded and built and it is...beautiful. And those numbers were his...mental shelter. Even if they were the numbers of casualty reports from his own sons."

Tyren: "How could the emperor create such a broken man?"

"He didn't"

"What broke him?"

"you remember I told you about....my little brother, once?"

"Of course..."

"He was like that too...although less extreme and didn't have an army to command. Some people are just...born like that."

Tyren: "The frailty of us all... all it takes is one gene out of place."

"Exactly."

Adriel: "Perhaps we fell because we sought perfection."

"Perhaps"

Tyren: "In any case, the why is not important. Whats important is solving the problem."

"Is that even possible anymore?"

Tyren: "With the total annihilation of one side, most likely. Wars only end with an agreement, a yield, or annihilation. No agreement is possible, and neither the imperium, nor the gods will yield."

she sighs

Tyren: "The best we can hope for is a perpetual stalemate."

"that's some kind of goal i suppose"

Tyren: "Keep as many people safe from the war as possible."

OOC: hello

OOC: Helloo

OOC hey!
IC Lyanna: exactly

Laurana: What is this place? A ship?

Charles: yes. My ship.

Tyren: "A noble enough goal for us to aspire to."

OOC: by the way she don't know own past.

OOC alright
IC charles helps the girl up
"Someone get her to the med-bay, look her over."

*elsewhere* 
Lyanna: I suppose so

Serah: "Come on, lets get you to the medbay." *Puts an arm around laurana* 

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Tyren: *he puts an arm around her and chuckles* "I still need some trousers." 


*Out in orbit, a ship exits the warp. a single dauntless class light cruiser.*

Charles nods
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Lyanna: right. Come on, lets get you sorted.

Tyren: *he hefts himself to his feet.*

Lyanna leads the way

meanwhile on laurence' ship?

*The dauntless cruiser promptly unloads a full barrage of torpedoes towards the iron warriors battlefleet, a wide spread of twenty.*

Laurence: "That should shake them up a little." 

Byrne: "Kicking the metaphorical hornets nest."

*Tyren follows*

*She walk with her to medbay*
-What is medbay?

Serah: "....A... Hospital, aboard a ship."

Laurana: ı see

Serah: "Do you feel alright sister?"