Librarian Fluff story, dedicated to my favorite converter, Ty Options

[Derek Shiv]

Ty Finnochario sat in his dusty scribing room, thinking no thoughts. The ancient oaken chair he sat in was designed for power armor, and could not have been lifted by a normal man. His blue helm sat on the gargantuan ebony desk in front of him, the deep lavender eyes peering into the shadows with a sparking intensity. Ty came out of his meditation, glancing at his armor, which had gained enough dust for it to have been fifteen mintues immobile. He breathed the heavy air through his sharp, chiseled nose, smelling the mustiness, the age of the Grand Library, the freshness of the old terran ink he used to write. He tasted the antiquity on his tongue, like a pervasive flavor that soaks throughout a well seasoned dish.

The room was small, with only one window by which he received the natural light if the sun and moon. It was around midnight, and the full moon gave an eery silver light to all in its reach. Ty stood, gazing at the solid stone walls around him. He turned to the large pine door behind him. and left the room. Almost immediatley a huge expanse of book shelves and scroll chests opened up before him. Fifty feet up from the floor, a balcony ran all the way around the room with doors leading to all manner of chambers equal to or larger to this one. Throughout the entire library, the walls, floors, and sometimes even the ceilings were pockmarked by entrances to new passageways. Ty knew them all, for this had been his home for more than a century. His incredible psychic power had given him a feel for the colossal structure, every crack, crevice, doorway, down to the very stones.

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Ty Finnochario is a GW converter person for Black Gobbo. He is also my Head Librarian for my DIY. More coming soon.

This post has been edited by Derek Shiv: May 7 2005, 01:23 PM

[Derek Shiv]

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He then turned and retreived his helmet, and slipped it on while walking back out of the scribing room. Ty grabbed his force pike, which had been propped up outside the doorway, in his left hand, and began calling his crystal with his right. It was made of an unkown material, but for all the questions it drew out of him, its ability to focus his mental enrgy into damaging force was most desirable. He held his palm oustretched, above his head. He focused every fiber of his being onto his mind, fusing himself into one coherent part. In the middle of the chandelier at the center of the room, a blue light pulsated softly among the candles. Blue flames of extraordinary intensity erupted around his hand, vibrating the stone near him. The sapphire glow in the chandelier lanced out in a swirling beam of concentrated fire that shook the air itself, striking Ty's hand with the force of a bullet. He did not flinch. Then, abruptly, it was over, and an iridescent white crystal hovered in his lowered hand.

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still more yet!

This post has been edited by Derek Shiv: May 7 2005, 01:23 PM

[Derek Shiv]

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Suddenly, Ty spun right and brought his force pike up in a powerful block. The abrupt ring of crozius on blade wrecked the tranquility of the venerable hall. He found himself staring into the burning eyes of Head Chaplain Leviathan's skull helm, and dwarfed by his enormous red and black terminator armor, which seemed to mar the surrounding candlelight.

"Let us spar, scholar." the chaplain rumbled, in his usual deep growl. Leaving the true power of their weapons off, they began.

Ty danced away, tossing his crystal to a nearby table and gripping his pike with both hands. He had detected the older warrior before he had entered the room, and had known his intentions before he even spoke. Yet he was not able to know why he was being tested. It was the aged ex-salamander's right, even in the Legendary Chapter, but it still ground at the back of his mind.

Leviathan stood there, also thinking. Finnochario was an excellent fighter, he knew from years of defending the Aurelian system side with the Librarian. And despite Finnochario's enraging habit of associating with xenos, he found himself enjoying his company. However, fiery emotions in the back of his mind lept to the front, furious at the dishonor the whelp had brought the title of "Emperor's Finest". Leviathan thundered forward, weilding his crozius with both hands, hacking downward from the left. Ty parried rather effortlessly, and the hall resounded with the jarring impact.

Ty was wrapped up in the fury of the fight, unconcerned with anything else now that combat occured. Nothing mattered but the next swipe of his pike. He came in low, intending to take Leviathan's legs out from under him and deliver a coup de grace to the old man's helm. Impossibly fast, the chaplain saw the strike coming and whipped his crozius forward in a sweeping arc, while releasing a special button on its handle. The tip sprang off, trailing a chain that linked it to the hilt. Ty felt it wrap around his helm, and then lost his senses when the head hit him between his eyepeices. He regained them only to find himself yanked forward and punched with a sledgehammer blow to what would have been his temple. Ty then found himself staring up at Leviathan, whose mask seemed to have a mocking grin on it.

"Expect the unexpected." he muttered to himself, remembering the chaplain's special flail crozius too late. "I have important work to do." he snapped, getting up and stalking off to retreive his crystal, his mind a boiling pot of emotion.

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I still have more, and if you all want to comment or give advice I'd like that a lot!

This post has been edited by Derek Shiv: May 7 2005, 01:24 PM

[StratoKhan]

Wow, you seem to adore Ty Finocchiaro. Unless you're actually Ty in disguise. Sneaky Ty! Tsk Tsk, I've found you out.

The story was interesting but at the same time I felt like making it about an actual GW employee detracted from the "interest value" if there is such a thing. But hey, still, It's a very mysterious piece, and apart from a few slight grammar and spelling mistakes I didn't mind reading it.

This post has been edited by StratoKhan: May 6 2005, 12:43 AM

[Derek Shiv]

I actually just wanted to use the cool sounding name at first, but when I actually saw his work , I loved it sooooo much that I wanted to honor him somehow. You see, the Librarian Ty existed because of ablue and purple paint scheme I wanted to try out, and I wanted a librarian. Don't have him yet, but working towards it. Ty is not Ty in the story, I made the fluff one up myself. I'm writing the story to make fluff and get advice on my writing mostly, and I usually dedicate all my fluff to someone who's inspired me or given me advice. Anyway, back to the story!

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" I am sure that you do not use such wisdom when you are in the company of your cursed xeno friends." Leviathan stated, his low growl increasing in vloume.

"They wouldn't do anything unsuspected, Lev. That's why they're my friends." Ty shot back, his voice full of venom. He even added a dose of mental energy to make his point clearer. Then he continued on his way.

Leviathan's temper flared. "Address me properly, whelp! No xeno can ever be trusted! They are unclean and will always be that way! If Chapter Master Andurin Marvak and I had our way in the Chapter Council, they would have died by our hands long ago!!!!" he thundered, punching a chunk out of the stone wall in his fury.

" And we'd all be dead right now, wouldn't we? You can't deny that they've spilt their blood on our behalf, you old geezer! You won't deny that they are as under supplied, trapped, and hated as we are, will you! The Emperor put us all in the same damaged ship, and nothing you and Marv can say will alter that!" Ty snarled, accidentally forgetting his mental potency. Blue flame roared to life around for a few breif seconds as he tore his helm off so that the Chaplain could see his face, his condemning glare, his outrage.

Leviathan looked at the visage that now focused on him. It was a young face, with a few small scars and a small brown beard. The chiseled features were contorted by the fury in the Librarian's heart. His lavender eyes burned with a passionate intensity, and the wind generated by the flames swirling around him blew his brown cowlick in all directions. It was the face of a fighter. Then, Ty seemed to regain control of himself, and turned to leave, replacing his helm.

"How dare you make pronouncements on what the Emperor has done with xenos! They are servants of false gods! You will pay for your heresies someday, Finnochario! You will pay in blood and with your very soul!" Leviathan thundered, even though the wastrel would never listen. He sighed wearily, and turned to leave, all the dissipated anger leaving him feeling rather isolated. He kept the heretical, burning questions out of his mind through his discipline. For a time........

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This is the end of my short story "Dogma?". Anyone can comment, no matter how bad they think this is, and advice is especially needed! Thank you for your input, Stratokhan!

-Derek

[hideous_loon]

Fluffwise, your story is...well, the Chappie is truly all roaring and bombastic, but I harldy believe any Librarian would hob-nob with vile Xenos. However, it's cool to have the name of a great converter (I love Ty too...) to appear as one of the Emperor's Finest. And you've described the fighting scenes vividly, a bit like I would if I could write. (D'oh, I wish I could.)

[Derek Shiv]

Keep the comments coming, I need as many as I can get! Thanks, Loon, for your input. Just one question: was that a compliment on the chappie's personality developement or an insult to him personally?

-Derek


ps, just keep trying on the writing part, it gets better the more advice you get. Also, leave the story alone for a while, then do some refreshing editing. The errors you find are amazing. My Eng. teacher helped me on that, though he never read any of my stuff. I didn't show him it.

This post has been edited by Derek Shiv: May 9 2005, 01:24 AM