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First Ritual of Detestation: A light in endless darkness (Video/Voice)

[ This wasn't exactly the sort of mission he had imagined, when called back from the brink of madness and damnation by his brothers. No longer a superhuman, no longer even aware of where he was, he looks over the small communication device, and the simple clothes that have replaced his battle-plate, and activates the odd little cogitator. A huge, craggy face, pale and lightly freckled, stares out at the world with grey eyes that have seen far too much already ]

It would appear I am once again alone. Are there other Adeptus Astartes in this place, or have I gone beyond everything that I have known? If I have been captured, I would speak to my captor, and if I have been set adrift in the warp... I would know if there are other castaways. So, speak, and explain this strange situation to me.

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[ The video is angled specifically only to focus on half of her face, perhaps to hide the rest of her form as she stares intently at the camera. ]

You are not alone in your confusion.

[ Garviel doesn't really react to that, beyond noticing the delicate features and wondering idly if the person is related to a remembrancer he once befriended ] Ah. I take it you are newly arrived here as well? I am Garviel Loken, given the circumstances my title would mean little, but a name should be a useful signifier. Do you happen to know where we are? This does not seem like any planet I have been to before.

[ His words cause her to close her eyes in contemplation for a long while. ]

You are correct. [ Opening them once more to stare at his visage. ] A title is meaningless here, so I will give you my proper name. My name is Arturia.

[ A grimace as if the name still stings to use as she pulls the video feed away from her face, letting it focus on the black boots she wore. ]

I know as much as you, Sir Garviel.

I see.

Well, I would be glad to see another mo.... er, human face. I appear to be in some sort of dwelling-place. Perhaps it would be wise to reconnoiter and possibly meet, if nothing else having a clear grasp of the tactical situation will make things less uncertain.

[ His clothing is just a serviceable button down shirt and pants. Which fits him rather snugly, given his significant bulk and mass. It can be seen as he sets down the cogitator device to look out the window. ]

I ask you to refer to me as my title from this point forward though. As senseless as it is, I have my reasons for keeping my identity a secret.

[ In fact, she only told him of her true name because he gave her his own and brought up how pointless titles were: she can be honorable, but when it comes to another trying to outweigh her in valor.. ]

What skills have you retained? [ Only this will tell her how useless it would be to meet up with another. ]

[ The eyes of the space marine narrow briefly and he says. ] Then I shall ask you now, since it is my last chance. The name Arturia sounds like someone hailing from the systems of Ultramar. Does the name Macragge mean anything to you?

And what is your title? You may use mine as well if you prefer formality, by the way, I was once known as Captain, before my Legion turned traitor, and brother slew brother. I am the last, now.

I have retained my skills in bolter, blade, barehanded, and fieldcraft. 120 years on the battlefield has seen to that. However... my body is human, where once it was a crafted instrument of war, created by the finest mind humanity has ever known. [ Garviel scowls a bit at his human frailty. ]

I can still fight though, there is no use complaining about the situation. I am more concerned about the lack of suitable war-gear around. I have seen nothing that indicates there is any sort of armory nearby, and this is a cause for disquiet, to say the least. I cannot imagine any place that has any need for me is a peaceful one.

Are you a warrior as well, by chance?

I am sorry to disappoint, but those names mean nothing to me. [ There's still no view of her face, choosing to just leave it face down. ] Please call me Saber.

Your title will only bring about disgust, will it not? Traitors are an inevitable part of life and it is always hurtful when you find them within brothers.

[ Anyone who she felt that way towards has been forgiven since then.

Then he continues on by stating his age and lack of humanity prior. ]

Your manner of analyzing things is a bit peculiar, but efficient. Seems to rely on luck more than anything unless you have a basis for this place being non-peaceful and myself being a warrior, as both appear to be the opposite.

[ Garviel scowls when she says that Traitors are an inevitable part of life and responds. ] It was not always thus. For two hundred years the Great Crusade spread outwards across the stars bearing aloft the light of secular enlightenment and truth, fighting against the darkness of Old Night. This kind of heresy was a new experience for me... and one I had never expected.

[ Regarding his analysis ] I had only thought that it was likely that if I was brought to a place like this with a purpose, I'd be liable to meet fellow warriors. For any place that I am called is liable to be a cauldron of battle swiftly enough. If the guess was correct, it was a mixture of deduction and luck. That... and there is something about your speech that suggests the formal knights templar of Rogal Dorn. Addressing me as Sir Garviel, for one thing.

There are individuals here who are not capable of combat. Keep that in mind, Sir Garviel.

[ There's no need for her to continue this personal line of questioning. ]

Then I shall protect them. The Legiones Astartes were created as the protectors of humanity, and simply being dislocated will not change that.

[ Garviel is quiet for a moment, letting Saber chew that one over. He contemplates the situation, looking away from the camera briefly, out the window, putting him into side profile. ]

I see.

[ Without further question, she disconnects her end of the feed. This man was interesting to her at least. ]

I wouldn't call it 'captured', as there are no clear perpetrators or any real attempts at restricting our movement.

Interesting, ser. Tell me more, if you would. Does there seem to be a purpose for us being brought here? Is there mention of a man named Malcador by any chance?

I haven't seen much sign of any particular purpose, exactly. And the name doesn't sound familiar, I'm afraid.

Unfortunate. Well, I am Garviel Loken. Do you happen to know the name of this place?

Call me Lancer. This is apparently a city called Prospero, somewhere in the United States. I'm not sure of any detailed location past that.

Prospero... is a city? I thought it was the name of the Planet of Sorcerers.

Strange. I wonder if there is sorcery here. I hope not, I do not trust warp craft. [ what a surprise his persona is going to be.. ]

And where is the United States? What planet is this?

A..planet?

[This is one (1) confused Lancer. Who will just keep his mouth shut on magecraft, as he's giving the whole 'acting human' thing a shot.]

We're on Earth, last I checked. The country is itself centered between the Atlantic and Pacific oceans.

We're on... Terra? [ Garviel's voice goes utterly reverent. ] But... that is impossible. This looks like a paradise world! Terra has burned for thirty thousand years of war. I cannot believe a place like this could possibly be... the cradle of humanity. Not as clean as this.

...I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you lost me. What do you mean, thirty thousand years of war?

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I mean what I said. The Terra I know has been devastated by the dark age of technology, and war after war which have boiled oceans, and blasted entire cities from the face of the world. I have read about it in the libraries aboard my ship, the Vengeful Spirit.

I've heard of no such thing taking place. When did this happen, exactly?

During the last thirty thousand years of the history of mankind, which started at some obscure point when ancient Roma ruled the known world. I do not know much of the details about our dating system, so much knowledge has been lost that we barely know when this count of years started.

...sounds like you're from unbelievably far in the future, if that's the case. Thirty thousand...that's a long time. [Even by the standards of a Servant.]

What.... year is it?

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