#oc: arcio

[egrets-not-regrets]

Poor Arcio, but at Alexreid and Kestorn are seeing something wrong with Petras now.

Bloody Footsteps

Author's note: More of [redacted] who is indeed, Petras in Husbandry.

Summary: Kestorn finds a severely wounded Black Templar Primaris Marine and tries to save his life.

Warning: Murder, character death, Let me know if I need to add anything else.

Past =-= Next

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Arcio Aegios of the Black Templars is a dutiful soul, a primaris Marines and one of the victims of Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras' wrath and excessive punishments. He opens his eyes and is terribly surprised that is alive. He had felt something snap in his spine and felt his legs and one of his arms, which had been screaming in pain, go numb, he could see his useless flop at unnatural angles, his bones broken and nerves unresponsive.

As he breathes in the air, this is not the planet that he had been on when Petras had chosen him to use an Example to the rest of his brothers. Had seen the sorrow and Guilt in Ramiel’s eyes as he obeyed his mentor to inflict physical punishment on him. Read the invoiced apology on the others lips, ye had given his brother the smallest of nods, before the other started the punishment.

Apparently it wasn't good enough for the First Born Space Marine Chaplain Petras, who took over the punishment and the pain increased a thousand Fold and he felt his bones break and stop healing under the onslaught. Heard the voices of his Apothecary training brothers ask for a stayed hand and the older brother denying it harshly. He wonders fuzzily if this is the afterlife, and if so, why he is both in agony and numb and three of his Limbs are worse than useless.

Arcio does have some luck, the working arm he has, while broken in multiple locations, he can move it. Slowly, painfully and every single movement hurts. So badly. His vision is blurry, and he curses his body for its weakness as he finishes the agonizing movement, which should be easy, but is not, reaching for his wrist mounted vox and sending a call for aid.

He's able to press the button and hears it do the clicking chirp that tells him that the message was sent. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on healing, he's heard that sometimes visualization helps with such things. Arcio tries to do that, although his thoughts distract him, like rabits darting away from a predator.

As his body throbs with pain and a Terrifying not pain, just numbness and an inability to move, he keeps glancing at his Limbs to see if they are still there, they are. He wills it, wills it for his fingers to move, for his toes to twitch, not that he'd be able to see it, not in his partial armor. He feels no movements, his Ceramite boots don't twitch. Arcio feels a deep well of despair enveloping him as he wonders if any one will come help him, or if he is going to die, alone and unmourned.

Or if whoever found him kills him instead of helping him live, would give him the Final Mercy and carve him up for parts. At least in that scenario, he would not die alone, and his body parts and what little armor he has can be reused for more valuable brothers or cousin’s. He hears a crackle and a voice over the vox and he gives a mental prayer of thanks to the God Emperor that at least he is not entirely alone.

He hears a voice deep and low and commandingly asks him questions. Arcio answers the questions the best he can and hears the welcome stomp of Ceramite boots, seeing familiar hope-dread at seeing the colors and heraldry of the Black Templars. He sees the Apothecary brother rush over to his side and hears and sees a few more Black Templars; he can't stop himself from flinching as the Apothecary reaches out to touch and assess him.

To his utter terror he sees the Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras. He is glad that the Apothecary is moving him about carefully so that his reactions seem as if they are in response to the care he is receiving. Petras eyes him with concern and worry, and Arcio is surprised at how well the bastard is able to spew grox-shite and act as if his hands were not the main hands who had gotten him to this state.

“We are far from aid,” Petras says with a frown. “And this Apprentice looks critically injured Kestorn, what is his prognosis?”

“Hemiparesis in his right arm and paralysis from C5 down,” Kestorn reports as he tracks and catalogs the wounds. Frowning a little as he doesn't notice much in the way of defensive wounds.

“Do you think he will regain mobility?” One of the others asks, “we don't have an empty dreadnought frame.”

“Not that it would be used on someone do young,” the tech marine of the group says under his breath, and a yelp from someone else jabbing him with an armored elbow at the glare from Apothecary Kestorn.

Alexried is helping Kestorn with the fellow younger Templar whose head turns, frightened blue eyes locking onto him briefly before his eyes dart around, lingering on the Chaplain Petras.

“Don’t move your head much,” Kestorn orders his patient. “Can you speak?”

“Y's sir.” Arcio says his speech slurEd, his pupils are different widths and Kestorn swears as he does a test for Concussion and it gives him the answers That this poor fucker has a bad one.

His medical device tells him that the younger space marine has a brain bleed as well. Arcio tries to say something to the first born Apprentice next to him,to try and warn him about Petras, but the Chaplain speaks up and the words lock in his throat as he starts up at the Chaplain as he looks down at him with a good mask on his face, “is he going to survive with treatment? Or should we give this poor suffering young soul Final Mercy?”

Kestorn wants to try and stabilize the youngster but his supplies are limited, and while they are safer on Ancient Terra. They still need to be careful on usage of supplies. He takes a deep breath, “he has a brain bleed and we don't have a sterile location to fix him up.”

“We can make a makeshift surgery theater,” One of the others says.

Which gets more of the Crusade moving to clear an area and make a battlefield medical station.

“That could work,” Kestorn says as he continues to do what he can to help stabilize the younger Black Templar.

“Why don't you supervise the medical tent set up,” Petras says, “and I will monitor this younger brother.”

“I'd rather stay closer to him,” Kestorn protests, “until I have to leave him to sterilize, then continue patching him up.”

“Very well, I shall bow to your greater experience brother,” Petras says.

Arcio knows from the tone of voice of the Chaplain that he is frustrated, and hiding it. He got that tone with Cedric’s mentor who was of a warmer opinion towards Primaris Marines. Arcio does not want to be left alone with an irritated Chaplain Petras.

But after the rushed set up was done, the Apothecary had to leave to clean up and the First Born Apprentice was to help with cleaning and scrub up. Petras stared at him, his face changing and his eyes looking black instead of blue. He crouches down and stares at Arcio and a calculating expression appears on his face.

Arcio flinches and tries to evade the hand that reaches out and lightly rests on his shoulder, near his neck and he wheezes a little, knowing the silent threat.

“How lucky,” Petras says mildly, “that Your call for aid was heard by Kestorn of my Crusade. The God Emperor provides.”

“Y's ‘e do's.” Arcio replies hoarsely.

His healing factor is kicking in now that he's gotten Some healing from outside sources. Arcio wonders if Petras is going to snap his neck or kill him. Petras has that Look In his eyes, but it fades and he lightly pats Arcio's shoulder and says, “I pray to the God Emperor that things go well.”

He stands up and moves out of the way as the makeshift body carries him over and with Arcio's neck and back supported they drag him on it and drag him to the makeshift med tent. Kestorn and the others who have some medical training do their best to fix the many issues that he has, but Arcio dies on the table despite their best efforts.