Grim Dark Rwby (irretrievably non cannon) [Closed]

Jacob nodded, gripping the straps holding him in place, to the point of his knuckles turning white.

A few minutes later a clunk resonates through the Thunderhawk as it locks onto the deck. "Hey Jacob.. help me walk, would you?" Hira asks sheepishly as the back hatch opens.

Jacob dutifully undid the clasps holding him in place and aided his new commander in walking, slinging her arm over his shoulder and taking the majority of her weight.

"Thanks." She grunts out as they step onto the main deck. The hanger is mysteriously empty. "It appears everyone is having evening meal now. Let's get me to the medbay before we go to the mess hall."

Jacob nodded
"You may have to direct me" he smirked.

Hira points with her free arm towards a medium sized hallway with a sign over it saying 'MEDBAY' in High Gothic. "That way."

Jacob guided Hira through the confines of the corridors, not noticing the blood slowly accumulating on his armour, as he held Hira close.

The dragoness bites her bottom lip, grimacing at the wet feeling she has all over her right side. Stop bleeding on the poor boy. You're one of his chapter masters.She points ahead towards a door on the right. "The Medicae is there."

Jacob guided Hira into the medicae and propper her against one of the gurneys.
"Did you want me to find an Apothecary?"

With a nod, Hira closes her eyes and leans back slightly. "Make it quick please."

Jacob made the sign of the aquilla before darting through the door in search of an Apothecary.

He returned a few minutes later, leading a large brute of a man through into the Medical bay.

Hira waves over the Apothecary. "Bolt pistol, straight puncture. No broken bones as far as I know." She mumbles to the medicae.

With a nod the Medicae member walks over and starts treating the bolt wound, quickly patching it up properly and injection a biofoam.

Jacob folded his arms across his plated chest and observed the procedure, his ears twitching every so often.

The young chapter master groans as the biofoam hardens, allowing her to stand without assistance. The medicae wraps a set of large bandages around her ribs before giving her the okay. "Thanks doc." She mumbles as she walks towards the door. "Come Reaver."

Jacob followed his chapter master in lockstep, keeping his composure and a stern expression on his face.

As they approach the Mess hall, the chatter of the chapter can be heard. Hira stretches and groans, pushing open the door to the Mess hall with her foot.

Jacob's ears began to flatten, but perked up, his back immediately straightening as if a shock had been driven up his spine.

When they enter a hush comes over the hall before a cheer goes up. "The Chapter Master is back!" Can be heard from quite a few people. A pair of Ratlings run up and immediately ask something in rapidfire Kriegian before Hira looks sheepish and speaks back, shooing them away. Over in the corner four Ogryns are playing cards of all things, obviously smarter than your standard Ogryn. A couple guys with horns like Hira's are passed out in a pile on the floor, apparently sleeping there.

"Looks more like a guardsman camp" Jacob mumbled "I didn't know Ogryns worked among astartes" he directed the second comment at Hira, trying not to sound rude or ungrateful.

Hira smiles. "We have Ogryns that have proved themselves better than Nork Deddog himself. And yes, it may look like a Guardsman's camp but there's a reason for that. It's because we believe a bond of family and trust is better than a bond of discipline."

"I've always prefered a mix of the two" Jacob grunted, somewhat dismissively.

A snort can be heard from Hira as she walks over to the pile of dragons and stand over them. "... how shall we wake these guys up? Hm.... Does anybody have a pitcher of water?" She calls, grinning when a human in Power Armour brings one over. "Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" She yells before she dumps the water on the pile of dragons, eliciting a few girlish screams from them.

Jacob folded his arms across his chest and observed silently, unsure how the chapter operated and planning to learn vicariously.

Hira hands the pitcher back to the human and walks back over to Jacob. "Go on, find a table and get some food. I need to talk to the Primary Chapter Master."

Jacob nodded and walked over to one of the more empty tables in an attempt to reserve a spot before going for any food.

Silfurion looks up from his sandwich he's eating and nods to Jacob. "So you took the Sectorial master to the medbay? That's good. I'm not in her Sectorial but it worries me when any of our own are injured."

"One of my duties among the Pyrian 52nd, aiding superior officers in whatever way they require. Mostly though it was getting them out of the line of fire" he unclasped his armour plates and shrugged them off.