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sleepyfan-blog · 11 months ago
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Lestra's Arrival
Author’s Note: This is the second part of the mini-arc involving new Primaris Black Templars arriving in the husbandry AU. FIrst. Next. Other Cedric fics here and here. Thank you to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for allowing me to borrow Hura and Zariel
Tagged:  @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34
Warnings: graphic description of wounds, blood, character death, 
Summary: A badly injured Lestra is found by a renegade warband and brought to the clinic for treatment.
The scent of blood was thick and heavy in the air as the wind changed directions. A small frown appeared on Tallis’ face and he signaled to one of the Cousins he was currently traveling with, as he was on point before speaking “Something… Someone is bleeding heavily nearby. Smells like an Astartes. I’m going to go check it out.”
“Careful, sorcerer. The Warp is much harder to reach in this time period.” The Raven Guard Sargeant who was the leader of the little warband that Tallis had been found and semi-adopted by, warned. 
“Yeah, Yeah. I know. I’ll be careful. First sign of trouble, and I’ll vox for help.” The Thousand Son hummed in acknowledgement as he carefully made his way over to where the scent of fresh blood was strongest.
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It did not take long for Tallis to find the other Space Marine, who was leaning heavily against a tree. The other was naked from the waist up and badly wounded. There were bright red, raised lacerations covering every inch of skin on his back from the neck down. On top of those wounds were fist-sized bruises every four to five inches apart, too regularly placed to be randomly placed. Worse than that, however, was the wounds on his chest, as Tallis carefully turned him over.
Tallis couldn’t tell what color the other marine’s short hair was originally, as it was matted and discolored with blood. Both of his eyes had been scratched out by what looked like lightning claws. He swallowed hard as whoever had used the lightning claws on this poor marine’s eyes had liberally used them on his chest and abdomen as well, having carved words into his chest in a language that he did not recognize, though that might be in part from the amount of blood oozing from his wounds.
“I NEED AN APOTHECARY AT THESE COORDINATES IMMEDIATELY!” Tallis yelled  over vox, making sure that he was using the broadest and longest-range frequency he could as horror settled in his stomach, a heavy leaden weight.
The other marine was breathing, but his chest was rising and falling unevenly, and was more gasping than breathing regularly. He reacted to Tallis’ yelling by curling defensively, a pained whimper leaving him.
Tallis knelt down in front of the other marine, his voice quieter as he aimed for soothing, and landing on frantic “Hey… Hey. Easy. I mean you no harm, oh throne, you have no studs. You’re a scout. Who the kriff did this to a scout? Keep breathing and stay awake as best as you can. I’ve called for an apothecary. I do have some first aid training, and I do have some supplies on me, so I’m going to start treating you as best as I can, alright? Please don’t startle when I touch you. Can you tell me your name, scout?”
The scout whimpered and turned his face towards him, opening his mouth and revealing -
Oh. 
This poor bastard had his tongue ripped out too, did he? Tallis silently wondered if he’d been found and overpowered by a group of Drukhari before being translocated to M3 Terra. “Okay, no talking, for you. That’s okay. I can talk enough for the both of us. So, right now I’m grabbing the wound cleanser I have in my bag and I’m gonna spritz those claw-marks with it. Its’ gonna sting a little, but I know that you can handle it. Here. I’m gonna move one of your hands so that you’re touching my knee, so that you know that I’m here and I’m real.” 
He heard Sargeant Malish crash through the underbrush in his direction at the sound of his shout, the rest of the warband on his heels. But all Tallis could do was to focus on the poor, unfortunate scout in front of him, to try and reassure the lad that he wasn’t alone in a strange place, left to die slowly. 
“Enki, Rao, make us a stretcher. There’s a hospital a ten-minute sprint from here that treats Astartes, and he’s going to need a lot more than whatever first aid we can give him in the middle of this forest. Tallis, you stay with the kid until it’s time to move him. Do you see any signs of neck or spinal damage?” Malish asked, looking the injured marine over critically.
The scout who had black painted leg and boot armor whimpered and flinched at the sound of the sargent’s yelling, his shaking getting worse.
“I… No? I don’t think so, but we should be careful in how we move him, anyways. He’s in really rough shape, and I think at least one of his lungs have been ruptured, front he way he’s breathing. Easy… Easy, scout. No one’s yelling at you. You’re doing a great job staying awake.” Tallis murmured, gently patting one of the other’s shoulders, trying to get the poor scout to calm down a little. 
The scout whimpered wordlessly, but he seemed to relax a little, which was progress.. It did not take long for Rao and Enki to build a make-shift stretcher that would hold the kid’s weight. “Alright, we’re going to put you up in the stretcher, now. On the count of three, we’re going to lift you up and put you on it. One… Two… Three!” Tallis counted, helping to heave the surprisingly heavy scout up and onto the stretcher. Tallis ran ahead of the four carrying the injured scout, guiding them to the astartes-friendly clinic-hospital.
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Despite the stench of blood, the slow, agonal gasps of the brother on the operating table, and the chemical scent of cleanser in his nostrils, Part of Cedric silently wondered if htis was a nightmare of some kind.
Lestra was on the operating table, again. Cedric was part of the medical team trying to save his life. Again.
Hopefully Chaplain Petras and Sargeant Brenthom would not come bursting into the roo, half-way through the procedure, with the former bellowing at them to stop all but the most necessary procedures to keep him from dying, as these wounds had been inflicted due to punishments that Lestra had somehow earned.
Quiet, obedient, dutiful Lestra. 
Lestra, who had some of the best scores of any of them when it came to marksmanship and tech-repair outside of the snipers and tech-marines.
Lestra, who murmured the prayers to Him on Terra most fervently, who delighted in aiding the Chaplains in any duties they asked of them, no matter how menial the task.
Lestra, who never questioned orders. Who tended to their weapons and armor with a patient reverence that bordered on nearly obsessive.
Lestra who, despite every effort that Cedric and the other Apothecaries were making, was once again dying, drowning in their own blood, as it filled their lungs faster than could be siphoned away. Whose blood loss was causing a cascade of effects that was shutting down their body. Lestra, whose body was rejecting the blood and fluids that they were trying to pump into them.
Lestra, who coughed wetly and grabbed Cedric with desperate, waning strength,pressingtheir forehead to his for several seconds before going limp, their hearts stopping.
Lestra, whose blood coated Cedric’s hands, arms and chest. Even after it had been washed away by an older Apothecary, when it had become clear that Cedric had locked up, unable to move.
“I failed them… Again.” Cedric muttered as he stared down at Lestra’s still warm body. Two of the Imperial Fist Apothecaries were preparing to open them up, to carve out the necessary organs that could be saved and reused. 
“Sometimes patients die, lad. Even though we do what we can to help them. They were in a bad way, lad. It was unlikely that they were going to survive. Do you know which chapter they belonged to?” One of the Imperial Fists asked, reaching out to try and touch Cedric.
Cedric flinched, stepping a half-step back not-trusting the touch to be painless. “Lestra, Primaris. Black Templars. They were… They were one of the first I -” found badly hurt. Before he… Before he knew what was going on. Before he knew which of his Firstborn brothers was beating them to the point of death. Not that he was fool enough to say that out loud where other firstborns could hear that. “The Bellasarian engine will explode if you try to remove it from their body, causing considerable damage, so leave it in place.”
“Ah… They were one of the first patients you lost? That’s always rough. Come on, lad. You can leave the grisly work of organ harvesting to the others.” Of all people, Captain Ash’val murmured.
Where had the salamander scout captain come from? He was no apothecary.
“But I… They need…” Cedric tried to find the words, his hearts bleeding and lungs seizing up. 
“The others will handle the organ removal. After that, Ramiel can guide their final rights, and you and the others can give them a final goodbye. Losing a patient is rough… Especially you’re first one, and I can’t imagine what losing your first patient twice must feel like.” Ash’val murmured, wrapping one arm around Cedric’s shoulders and steering him out of the operating room.
“But… But I was able to save Olivar… Why wasn’t I able to save Lestra? It’s not… It’s not fair!” Cedric managed out, trembling violently, though he did not resist Ash’val’s touch, nor his orders.
“Olivar’s wounds were less severe, and he was closer to treatment than LEstra. These things happen. You did your best, lad. That’s all we can ask of you.”
Cedric crumbled into Ash’val’s steady body, weeping until he passed out.
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“Did you discover anything during the Autopsy, Zariel?” Ash’val, asked, his voice quiet, so as to not wake up the distraught young apothecary passed out in his arms, hours later.
“The lash-markings on Lestra’s body are consistent with the ones found on Ramiel and Olivar, when they were first brought in for treatment. As is the lichtenberg scarring and the way that the lightning claw wounds were on Ramiel’s and Lestra’s bodies. It’s likely that whoever went after our two surviving Primaris Black Templars was the one who killed Lestra.” Zariel dutifully reported to the Salamander.
Hura offered “Cedric was equally unsurprised to see the wounds upon Lestra, as he was on Olivar and Ramiel as well, which means he was likely one of the apothecaries who tended to the three of them in M42 before he and they were all brought here to Ancient Terra.” He was frowning as he watched the young apothecary in training sleep. “When I brought young Ramiel to view Lestra’s body, he was understandably distraught, but not surprised that they died, despite all efforts to save them.”
“You know… For as bad as they are at lying, they sure do seem to be keeping dark secrets and deep sorrows hidden in the deepest corners of their hearts.” Zariel murmured with a small frown.
“They correctly guessed the colors of your armor within weeks of living here. A feat most of the rest of the base has yet to discern.” Ash’val pointed out. “They may be young, but they are clever.”
Zariel huffed at that, looking away. “Point taken.”
“We should go, before Cedric awakens. Our presence will only confuse and worry him, given his recent trial.” Hura remarked, standing up a moment later and dragging Zariel out of his chair.
“Hey! I can walk on my own. Let me go, you giant bastard.” Zariel grumbled reluctantly allowing the Death Guard to manhandle him. 
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olgipolgi · 10 months ago
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Tallis - Guardian of Aranea 💟
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cozycitrus · 4 months ago
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i love..them ur honor... sniffles and wipes tears onto my sleeves..ohh they are so doomed ohhh..ohhhhhhhhhhh
urmmm I have a playlist..for them if anyone likes that...grinnn
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jeliwyre · 1 year ago
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love shot !
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orlart · 2 years ago
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i’m your man (mitski)
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milkycalico · 3 months ago
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Hi, how did Carver and Tally meet?
Sorry if something is wrong or sounded offensive, I'm Brazilian and I use the translator
I ended up making a comic lol :D
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trekkerac · 7 months ago
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haven't had an oc art post in a while...
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kyettoes · 6 months ago
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🌊🌴🌈 Happy 12th Anniversary of 12.12.12
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zubin-bus · 3 months ago
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stella hpii 😁
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shannanigan-art · 4 months ago
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Stopping by the Volcanic Springs~♨️
Suddenly discovering you're the Dragonborn really takes a toll on the body. Thank the Eight for the hot springs just off the path to Ivarstead.
✨🌟Taliesin created by @dynamite124 ✨🌟 Commission Info || Ko-fi 🌟✨
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cyberartz5 · 2 months ago
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Hawaii: Part II
Bye, hi. Sigh, Hawaii. We never meant to part, sublime, thy art
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One light, higher than the Sun
Invisible to some
Until
It's time
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sleepyfan-blog · 1 year ago
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Rescue
Author's note: Mer-Tallis' debut! Next
Warnings: none
tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel
Summary: Tallis comes to your rescue, during a warp-storm.
“Please someone… Anyone… Help me!”
Tallis heard the terrified wail of a baseline human, your voice cracking in fear. He swum swiftly through the void sea, his psychic gifts granting him the ability to change the currents to allow him to move faster to where you were screaming, clinging to a piece of flotsam. Technically, if he was doing as he'd been ordered to by his captain, he would be hunkered down in one of the protected coves that Lord Magnus had made for his sons to shelter in, during tempestuous warp storms, such as the one that had caught the merchant ship that you had been unceremoniously flung from, and into the swirling chaos of the Warp. But he, like all Astartes, had been created to protect and serve mankind, was he not? And you had been so bold in teh way that you had watched him and his brothers swim and play fight around the merchant vessel, rather than cowering away from the windows like the rest of the mortal crew.
And you had asked for help. It would be rude of him to ignore your plea! Especially since your panicked calls and thrashing might attract the attention of something… Larger and more dangerous.
He croons out to you as he approaches, saying "I am here to rescue you, miss. Please do not resist. I can take you somewhere safe." He could also bring you back to your ship - but given the way that the warp storm was starting to constrict around the ship… The churning, violent currents that were swiftly dragging the main ship further away… That would likely mean your death or worse.
"… You… You're one of the… You're an Astartes, right? One of the space merfolk, who sometimes help humans? I… I don't have much to give you right now, but… But if you can get me to safety…. Out of the warp I can repay you, if you can get me to an Imperial World." You manage out, eyes large, even as you gratefully reach out to this large, mysterious being.
"We were created to serve and protect humanity, yes. And you needn't worry about paying me back, not right now." Tallis soothes, letting out a soothing purr as he pulls you in close, tucking you against his armored chest. One of his hands come up to gently comb through your hair.
"Thank you, lord astartes." You murmur.
"Call me Tallis, if it pleases you, my lady." Your mysterious crimson and gold clad rescuer answers. You can hear the playfulness in his tone, despite his voxcaster removing much of the emotion from his voice.
"As you wish, lord Tallis." You answer as you allow yourself to relax in his grip - your ship has been swallowed by the Warp Storm, but by some miracle, you've been rescued. You blink as the post-adrenaline exhaustion crests over your body and mind, as you drift off to sleep in his arms.
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crispber · 4 months ago
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My friend Andrew and I are hyperfixated together on Tally Hall and he told me to make a “Tallysona”
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He’s purple tie and I’m teal tie (originally “plaid tie”)
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His lore is that he lost a game and was sold to Tally Hall </3
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dairyfreenugget · 1 month ago
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Let's get carried by mama
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jeliwyre · 1 year ago
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R A T K I N G
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sailorgrams · 1 year ago
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They are EMBROILED in scholarly discussion
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