Post by Numerius Silvanus on Mar 17, 2009 8:18:51 GMT
As much as it pained Silvanus that morning, he did not have the time to attend with his fellow brothers morning prayers lead by the Company's Chaplin.
This morning's prayers would have to be done alone. Choosing a prayer he had heard once on his home planet, he began to recite his prayer without the scrutiny of the company's Chaplin. For an unknown reason the company's Chaplin would always argue with Silvanus's perspective of which his home prayers saw the Emperor as.
As far as Silvanus was concerned, it still paid respect to the emperor and that his fellow brother simply tried to connect more with himself by such idle banter. Not that Silvanus didn't enjoy talking to the Chaplin. Far from it. He simply thought, sometimes the constant lessons became a little repetitious.
Silvanus lowered his heavy head and gave a brief prayer of respect to the Emperor, reflecting his duty as a Space Marine and greater yet, an Apothecary of the Company.
Emperor, you are our light in times of darkness
our beacon in a sea of chaos
our hope, in times of faithlessness
May your all seeing hand guide us, to whatever you will us to do
For your glorious name.
Blessings be to the Emperor
After his bitterly short prayer was finished, Silvanus slowly rose up to continue his work.
His deep oak eyes, slowly drew light towards the object of his intent. There, suspended in a glowing gel, laid a freshly recovered Gland. Recovered from a potential recruit whose own organs rejected the gland implant. "Such a shame" Silvanus thought to himself, " practically a Space Marine scout already, yet to have something so unpredictable as organ failure be the end of what could have been a warrior, worthy of the Emperor's glory..." Silvanus attempted to put his wandering mind to ease, with the thoughts of rechecking the gland for any defects.
He couldn't convince himself to stop thinking about the patient
What was his name again? Silvanus's lips crushed tightly together, burning white his frustration, " Vermillion...." the soft flow of red returned his his bronzed complexion as Silvanus set himself to work.
Rummaging his fingers through a seemingly chaotic array of patterns, Silvanus was able to quickly determined the condition of the gland through his specialized computer.
It was a perfect gland, with no defects.
Silvanus let out a little sigh and sarcastically remarked to himself, the ease of using his home equipment for such trivial things, as opposed to what he had on his person during missions.
Silvanus was slightly frustrated, perhaps he expected a little more out of the gland that claimed the life of a potential brother, and the gland that caused him to miss morning prayers. All this little gland indicated to him, was that Vermillion wasn't strong enough.
But that wasn't the case in Silvanus's mind, Vermillion was already a brother to him. Only a simple case of bad luck prevented him from joining their ranks.
Silvanus's hand exerted for his vox-com and sent a generic message up to the deployment room, " Apothecary Silvanus here, Emperor's forgiveness for missing morning prayers brothers, I'll be departing now for briefing." lowering his hand Silvanus began the long trek to the deployment room, muttering something along the way to ease his disposition, " Brother Vermillion..."
This morning's prayers would have to be done alone. Choosing a prayer he had heard once on his home planet, he began to recite his prayer without the scrutiny of the company's Chaplin. For an unknown reason the company's Chaplin would always argue with Silvanus's perspective of which his home prayers saw the Emperor as.
As far as Silvanus was concerned, it still paid respect to the emperor and that his fellow brother simply tried to connect more with himself by such idle banter. Not that Silvanus didn't enjoy talking to the Chaplin. Far from it. He simply thought, sometimes the constant lessons became a little repetitious.
Silvanus lowered his heavy head and gave a brief prayer of respect to the Emperor, reflecting his duty as a Space Marine and greater yet, an Apothecary of the Company.
Emperor, you are our light in times of darkness
our beacon in a sea of chaos
our hope, in times of faithlessness
May your all seeing hand guide us, to whatever you will us to do
For your glorious name.
Blessings be to the Emperor
After his bitterly short prayer was finished, Silvanus slowly rose up to continue his work.
His deep oak eyes, slowly drew light towards the object of his intent. There, suspended in a glowing gel, laid a freshly recovered Gland. Recovered from a potential recruit whose own organs rejected the gland implant. "Such a shame" Silvanus thought to himself, " practically a Space Marine scout already, yet to have something so unpredictable as organ failure be the end of what could have been a warrior, worthy of the Emperor's glory..." Silvanus attempted to put his wandering mind to ease, with the thoughts of rechecking the gland for any defects.
He couldn't convince himself to stop thinking about the patient
What was his name again? Silvanus's lips crushed tightly together, burning white his frustration, " Vermillion...." the soft flow of red returned his his bronzed complexion as Silvanus set himself to work.
Rummaging his fingers through a seemingly chaotic array of patterns, Silvanus was able to quickly determined the condition of the gland through his specialized computer.
It was a perfect gland, with no defects.
Silvanus let out a little sigh and sarcastically remarked to himself, the ease of using his home equipment for such trivial things, as opposed to what he had on his person during missions.
Silvanus was slightly frustrated, perhaps he expected a little more out of the gland that claimed the life of a potential brother, and the gland that caused him to miss morning prayers. All this little gland indicated to him, was that Vermillion wasn't strong enough.
But that wasn't the case in Silvanus's mind, Vermillion was already a brother to him. Only a simple case of bad luck prevented him from joining their ranks.
Silvanus's hand exerted for his vox-com and sent a generic message up to the deployment room, " Apothecary Silvanus here, Emperor's forgiveness for missing morning prayers brothers, I'll be departing now for briefing." lowering his hand Silvanus began the long trek to the deployment room, muttering something along the way to ease his disposition, " Brother Vermillion..."
