Ch.7: Iron Soul

The flaming hulks of the destroyed chaos knights lit the nights sky, Silas had attacked with support from the Iron hand and reduced the knights to molten slag but there was no celebration, no victory cry, the Iron hands Captain’s body had been found in one of the few remaining buildings left standing after the assault, his body, or what was what was left of it was chained to a metal bench, bones broken, skin flayed, eyes burned from their sockets and his tong cut out, this had been done not for information or to kill but to inflict pain upon his body and yet he had survived his will unbroken.

A Vox had immediately been sent to the Iron hands that had assisted them in the purging of the Vale, informing them of his location and they had arrived quickly and secured their Captain, they’d also brought with them what appeared to be some kind of stasis pod, but its design was not one that Silas had encountered before and interned their Captain into it, part of Silas wondered how they had found one on a world such as Krillion but these questions would have to wait.

Scans had picked up a faint lone heat signature on the fringe of the Vale and this would be his next mission.

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Iron Father Seanair stood above the broken body of Captain Puistfuar, trapped within the stasis chamber. Seanair's face was stuck in its usual grim scowl.

"The Flesh is Weak." He uttered.

"Iron Father," a voice hissed in the darkness, forward scuttled the techpriest, "it is ready."

Seanair looked up to see the mighty machine being bought forward into the chamber. Seanair looked once more upon the bloodied and ruined body of Captain Puistfuar.

"I bring you a new body captain, I will strip you of your weakness and once more you will stride across the battle field smiting our enemies in the name of the Holy Emperor!" His eyes closed and he left the chamber. Once more the flesh of the captain was cut into and moulded into the weapon that it needed to be.