#oc: tibase

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Oh hey...Another bastard who needs his fingers pulled put...lovely....

But it does add greater context. As to why Petras could get away with the shit he did for so long.

We already kinda knew that. But knowing And Seeing an actual example...it hits different.

Hope Tibase is one of the fuckers the High Marshall put down. Rest in pieces.

Pallius and Rami getting to make up...Now That is wonderful.

Precious lads.

Shattered like Porcelain

Author's note: More of Ramiel in husbandry. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Pallais.

Summary: Ramiel remembers one of the times Pallius getting punished by Petras

Warning: Excessive punishments. Let me know if I need to add anything else.

Past =-= Next

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Ramiel was waiting for the go-ahead from Cedric, rather than Apothecary Zariel or Hura on when/if Pallius wanted to see him. He had gotten a warning from Cedric about the information seeking cousins Hura and Zariel. It's easy to avoid and evade them, keep in the Reclusiam and do duty tasks and chores.

Although it is significantly harder to avoid the older Chaplains who have been informed of this, likely the Teal Ultramarine is asking concerned questions to Salamander Chaplain Bo'shan.

Who he has noticed has been quietly watching him for the last half an hour with increasing intensity. Closing his eyes briefly, he rolls his shoulders and opens them again before heading over to the older Chaplain and greeting him properly.

Chaplain Bo'shan is smiling warmly at him in a way that has his stomach clenched as he keeps his face impassive. Fuck. He's going to ask questions.

“Greetings Chaplain Bo'shan,” Ramiel says politely, “how may I serve?”

Pallius argues with Ramiel about how the other speaks. How Pallius needs to remember to be respectful and dutiful towards their elder brothers.

“I should only show such care when it is returned!” Pallius snaps back. “The shithead of a mentor that picked me is not training me. He's beating the shit out of me too much too often for it to be training! Especially with how much better our ‘peers’ in the First Borns our age are being treated!”

“I know that their treatment of us is not ideal,” Ramiel say, "but if you keep pushing too much too quickly it won't end well.”

“If I didn't know any better,” Pallius snarls back, “I would think that you are a coward Ramiel.”

“I am not a coward!” Ramiel protests loudly. Hurt and angry at the others' cruel words, “you need to keep your mouth shut sometimes!”

“Greetings Chaplain Ramiel,” the older space marine says warmly. “One of your brothers came in wounded, but recovering, a Pallius, I think Cedric calls him. Did you want to see how he is doing?”

Ramiel kept his posture as carefully neutral as possible, as he looks up at Chaplain Bo'shan and away and tries not to let his voice crack with emotions, “I really want to see how he is doing. So long as it doesn't disturb his recovery.”

“I will not! I refuse to!” Pallius snarls in response, “not when the firstborn brothers our age are treated so much better.”

“What is this?” A voice calls out and Ramiel freezes and tries not to flinch. Fuck. His mentor heard part of the argument.

“My deepest apologies, Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras,” Ramiel says, “Pallius and I got into a… heated debate.”

Bo'shan gives Ramiel a warm smile, the younger space marine is always so concerned about the welfare of his brothers. It's rather heartening to see, even though he has rather high and exacting standards for himself. Despite the occasional Black Templar Temper Flare, young Ramiel tries so hard to keep his temper in check.

He tries to be understanding and forgiving and careful of the boundaries set by others. Teaching him to figure out and enforce his own boundaries is something that Bo'shan is helping the younger space marine learn and figure out. He is concerned about the way Ramiel is hesitant to meet other Black Templars, especially fellow Chaplains. Of the Primaris Space Marines he is the only one that really Interacts with First Born Space marines regularly, and that's mostly due to what his specialty is, or so it feels like.

“Ah, Pallius. Good, I needed to speak with you. Ramiel. Come join us.” Petras orders.

“Yes sir,” Ramiel and Pallius says at the same time.

Pallius is confused by how pale and stricken, for a moment Ramiel was as the other Primaris Space Marines throws him a half pleading expression as he uses battle sign [follow my lead].

Then again… some of the Black Templar Chaplains can be a bit too heavy handed with physical punishment. Bo'shan tries not to frown, as that tends to make Ramiel… nervous. Bo'shan wishes that Ramiel would open up and trust him, as he can tell the younger space marine has not had the easiest time of things.

He knows that Ramiel is Scout Aged, he has no brass bolts that denote his decades of service. Bo'shan knows that Ramiel and the others are all under 50, but how close that first bolt he doesn't know. As a Chaplain and one who has been one for several centuries he can usually guess the ages of his younger brothers and cousins. It's more difficult to do so with the Primaris Space Marines, but he has a suspicion it's distressing young.

Pallius was a little confused on what Ramiel meant by that. Pallius scowls when he sees his so called mentor, the too hard training fuck wit in the same room.

“My dear brother Sargent Atrem Tibase, is owed an apology and some restitution for your disrespect to his august person, Apprentice Pallius.” Petras says.

Pallius screws up in rage, and he shakes off Ramiel and the way the other taped on his shoulder, demanding that he apologizes. “with all due respect, no. I won't apologize.”

“It is good to care for your brother’s,” Bo'shan says, “but he’s been asking to meet his brothers on this base. A… strong personality, that one.”

Ramiel’s lips twitch a little bit at that, Pallius could be a stubborn, belligerent, and angry soul. Would rage at how they were treated so differently from their firstborn peers. How it was not okay that his Mentor was not treating him well.

“No?” Petras says voice is deceptively mild. “I see.”

“I told you he was a disrespectful little shit,” Sargent Tibase says, “I leave him in your capable hands for punishment.”

Petras looks toward the Sargent and clicks his tongue, “Very well then.”

Ramiel tries not to fidget as he remembers how vocal and loud Pallius could get and how he pointed out the hypocrisy and blatantly unfair treatment and how he wouldn't take getting ill treated by any one, especially the so-called Mentor that had chosen. Ramiel follows quietly after Bo'shan to see Pallius who is trying to talk Cedric into doing something, and his gaze flickers over to Ramiel and he sees the moment when Pallius recognizes him. He opens his mouth to speak, spots Bo'shan and his words are, different than Ramiel thought they were going to be.

“It's good to see you again.” Pallius says.

“I..” Ramiel’s voice cracks.

“Ramiel, help Pallius out of his armor for the punishment.” Petras orders him sternly.

“Yes sir,” Ramiel says as Pallius shakes his head stubbornly.

“I am not getting out of my armor!” Pallius protests hotly, “nor will I submit myself to undeserved punishment!”

“You did what you had to do,” Pallius says, shaking his head a little, then clutching his head with a groan. “I should have listened better. You have always been one of our smarter brothers, Rami. And astute at keeping your mouth shut and trying to do the same for others… I… need to work on listening.”

Bo'shan can tell there is much festering between them. However, neither are comfortable with speaking it out loud with him so close. “If you need something, you have my vox number.”

“You do not get to decide that Apprentice Pallius,” Petras says, dropping his pleasant act as he backhand Pallius with his full strength. He was in full armor.

Pallius staggers back and is stunned, Ramiel rushes over to his brother and hisses in his ear quietly enough that Petras likely won't hear or will ignore it.

“Pallius, stand down the more you fight this, the worse it will be,” Ramiel hisses.

“Yes sir, I will keep that in mind, sir.” Ramiel says with a nod.

The three of them look at each other quietly as he checks to make sure that Bo'shan is out of hearing range. He glances around to ensure that certain sneaky teal Ultramarines aren't nearby. Nor distressingly sneaky and giant chaos death guard lurking nearby.

“Pallius,” Ramiel says, his voice cracking a little. “I am so sorry.”

While Pallius is reeling, he tugs off the other’s upper armor without his brother fighting him too much. He does start struggling a bit, and Petras sighs, “at least you got his upper armor off. Move or be punished with him.”

Ramiel hesitates for a hearts beat as he moves away. He had just finished healing from taking a punishment for Cedric last week, and while normally he'd be willing to take some of the punishment. Cedric had warned him off of doing that because if he didn't let some of his scars fully heal, then it could potentially give him movement and other issues down the line.

Petras pulls out the electro whip, Ramiel’s hearts sank to his stomach. He really didn't like that weapon at all. Peteas uses the whip to pull Pallius to the ground and He watches as Petras beats and kicks out with his boosted feet, as well as stomp, hard, on the Pallius fingers, the sickening crack of bone snapping had him flinching a little.

“I accept your apology,” Pallius says as Ramiel rushes over to gently hug his wounded brother. “Like I said before, I should have listened to what you were saying Before better.”

“I wish I could have explained it better,” Ramiel replies.

“Things are fucked back in M42.” Pallius says. “Cedric has been explaining things to me…Ancient holy Terra… wow.”

Ramiel nods, knowing what it was that was so… surprising about it. Despite being trained and raised on Holy Mars. None of them had thought they would ever step foot on Holy Terra.