A Rebirth

"through psychic means, the 'death' of the daemon commanding them as they keep it open, or simply waiting, although the amount of time one has to wait is often long enough for the daemons to gain victory"

Omun: Well, we're lacking in psykers, and time is not something I like to waste when lives are the cost, so what is the best way to kill these creatures?

"that varies. some are slow but can whither unbeleivable amounts of firepower. some are airborne masters of combat and butchery. some are unmatched sorcerers. and some have speed unrivalled in this dimension. all are large, strong, tough, and unnaturally resilient"

Omun: But they can killed. Is there a data device that you could lend us, so that we may have a record of your means of killing these creatures?

"I doubt it would be compatible with your technology but i think so. know this however. the beasts that lead the daemons are at their smallest, as large as I"

Omun: I'm sure we will develop something to overcome that technology barrier. As for size....Size alone does not stay the sharpened blade.

"and they wield the sharpest"

Omun: Then it is their folly to bring a sword to a gun fight. Regardless, any data you can offer would be appreciated, Seer.

"they also have the advantage of being able to appear almost from thin air amongst your force, and being near limitless in number"

Omun: I see......I will see what I can uncover from old records. For now, is there any technology we could deploy against them?

"none that I know of. they are not natural in any way, and thus near impossible to find a specific counter to"

Omun: *Sighs* Trial and error then, my least favorite means of experimentation. Thank you for your help, Seer.

he nods
"a pleasure"

Omun: Seer, if your world should ever need assistance, please know that you can contact the Consortium, especially Yutega. We are not the Imperials, and so long as men of reason prevail, never shall be.

"you have my thanks"

Omun: Take care, seer. *He begins to follow the path back to the the original meeting point.*

the seer does not stop him

*He turns briefly.*

Omun: Oh, and feel free to fire some potshots at the lieutenant. He's in one of the south towers.

he chuckles
"I knew he would be there before he did"

Omun: Feel free to bruise his ego. Sometimes, the mighty need such wake up calls. *He leaves.*

he chuckles
*in reaper's head* "boo"

*Cue him looking around in a very paranoid manner.*

he laughs aloud

Reaper: Fucking psyker...*He moves to leave.*

*cut back to the squad?"

*Sure.*

anna's lying on her bunk in the barracks

*Aequitas walks over.*

Aequitas: You awake?
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*Meanwhile, Torrel hears a knock on his workshop door.*

"yeah. can't sleep"

"come on in"

Aequitas: Something on your mind?
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*Delmos opens the door and enters quickly. He looks rather worried.*

"yeah...my sisters again"

he sees torrel is not alone
there's another figure, their face covered by a welding mask

Aequitas: Well...you could ask Omun about them when he gets back.
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Delmos: Oh...I'm sorry. I didn't know you had company.

"I...hope so. dont think he'd have time for me though"

"no its fine."
???: I'm just helping out

Aequitas: It's gotta be worth a shot.
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Delmos *to the second person*: Um....If you don't mind me asking, who are you?

"i...guess."

they remove their welding mask, revealing an 18 year old girl. she smiles
Torrel: thats my daughter

Aequitas: You want to keep an eye out for Omun? If you have a chance you'll miss it just lying in your bunk.
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Delmos: Oh...Um, sorry if I came off as rude. But...things have changed. I'm going to need to take that vest back. The High Chancellor himself is here, and if he finds out I gave you the vest, I could be shot for treason.

she nods and gets up

Torrel: oh alright *hands it over*

*They exit the barracks, and see Omun walking through one of the gates.*
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*He takes it.*

Delmos: I'm sorry, but if he finds out about this...Well, like I said, I could end up in front of a firing squad.

"....." *she timidly approaches him*

Torrel: I'd rather you didnt die for the sake of a gift. dont worry about it

Omun: Ah. Private Kotrev....Let me guess, you're concerned about your sisters.
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Delmos: Thank you. I'm sorry about this.

"yes sir....if you don't have the time then I.."

Torrel: its really nothing

Omun: Walk with me, private.
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Delmos: Take care of yourself. *He goes to leave....and is stopped by several heavily armed and armored tragadon...they look like they came with Treven.*

Soldier: Second Class Technician Delmos, by general order 23820 you are under arrest for conspiring with a foreign power.

Delmos: What!? How....how...

Soldier: You really think your ship's quartermaster wasn't watching? Hells, you really think the High Chancellor's intelligence officers weren't watching? A greased palm, asking a few questions to this stupid mammals, and it was easy to find you.

"i...yes sir"

Torrel:....HOOOOOLD the fuck up

*Omun begins to walk side-by-side with her.*

Omun: I can tell you this, Anna. Your youngest sister is safe. If someone wanted to get to her, they'd have to go through Yutega's finest, all of them men and women I've handpicked due to their unflinching loyalty to the university and the principals upon which I founded it. That, and a prodigious amount of security measures.
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Soldier *to Torrel*: Stay out of this, mammal. The only reason this doesn't concern you is because we're under orders not to touch you.

"....I....I don't know what to say....this....thankyou" *she's gone a bit still*

Torrel:....you finished programming the tracking programs correct?
Sarah: (his daughter) yep
Torrel: then stay out of the way. *he stands up*

Omun: Don't thank me yet. We're still looking for your middle sister. And believe me when I say, we're doing everything we can.
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Soldier: I said stay out of this, mammal! Or is your brain to small to understand me?

".....I....don't know what to say. I did't think I...we....really mattered so much"

torrel: *cracks his knuckles* what can I say, I'm a slow learner

Omun: Let's just say that...circumstances are the cause of this meeting.
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Soldier: You're going to be dead if you keep this up.

"I do not understand"

he holds out his right hand to the right and whistles. a pod over to the right opens up and one by one peices jet towards torrel, attatching to his body and shifting form, until eventually they have formed a suit of armour that looks like this

Spoiler:

Omun: You don't have to, and it would just worry you further. Just know your youngest sister is safe, and we're closing in on the man we believe responsible for...many things. We're just waiting for him to put his head in the guillotine.
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*They raise their rifles.*

"...do you think...nicole is..."

"what's wrong boys? I doubt shooting down an unarmed man is gonna help our bosses' diplomacy much?"