#I mean szeras is gonna try it is what he does

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For the WIP ask game, what is Pariah Nexus part 2?

Sure! I had a lot of fun writing this fic for @two-reflections for the 40k holiday fic exchange, about Sa’kan from the Pariah Nexus animated miniseries. And I want to write a little sequel! Some continuing adventures for our big green guy and the deathmark, focusing a little more on the latter this time. Bring Szeras back to cause problems. He’s so good at causing problems XD

The story revolves around Sa’kan and the Deathmark finding another group of human survivors…which causes issues as they are rather skeptical of Sa’kan’s new robot friend.

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The Deathmark could hear Sa’kan’s steady breathing. The Astartes was asleep. That gave the Deathmark pause. He was allowing himself to be so vulnerable, despite the uncertainty of their new circumstances. Even a human could cut the jugular of a space marine if the latter was unconscious. Yet Sa’kan slept, trusting the Deathmark to keep watch. Keep them both safe when the unavoidable needs of flesh finally claimed their due. That made them listen to the other humans’ conversation all the more closely. In case they did decide to present a threat. Even their hushed murmurings across the camp could not escape the Deathmark’s audiocreptors. They might as well have been shouting right beside them. “—telling you, we can’t trust him,” one whispered. The youngest one, with the dirty yellow hair. “That’s one of the Emperor’s angels,” their sibling protested. “We have to trust him, even if he seems strange.” “But what if…” he dropped his voice even further. “What if he’s a fallen angel? And that’s why he’s consorting with one of those abominations?” One of the three grunted. The Deathmark was not sure what that meant, until they realized it was the old woman with one eye scoffing at the younger pair. “That’s no fallen angel.” “How do you know?” the youngest demanded. The elder spat something onto the ground. “‘Cause. Fallen angels got spikes.” The Deathmark shared in the ensuing dumbfounded silence. “Spikes?” said the sister. “Spikes. Big ones, all over the armor.” It sounded as if she were attempting to light a lho stick. “Saw a fallen Astartes when I was active in the Guard. Had bunch of skulls on there too.” “Why would fallen angels all wear spikes?” The youngest sounded as if they were sneering. “You wanna get close to one, you feel free to ask.”