Tyber found a spot in the courtyard of the temple, under a makeshift tin awning; he pulled off his helm, placing it beside him as he closed his blue-grey eyes to listen to the rain against the tin. He’d never admit it under most circumstances, but he loved the sound of the rain, yet that sound was quickly becoming bitter-sweet, due in large part to both some of the best and worst things to happen to him had occurred during rain.
As a child, before induction, he knew that rain meant he would be able to spend time with his father during the day, playing a local version of regicide on the porch of their home. Even after being gone so long, Tyber could still remember the tattoos on his father’s face and body, the intricate work of the ink and tanned skin from a lifetime working in the sun.
It had been in the rain, that saw him inducted into the Dragons, when he chose to invoke a rule from ovum furem, that sated that even spectators to the game must be willing to join a team if they if they caught the ball that was tossed to them. That was how he first met Adavan, he had thrown the ball at him and being an Astartes he had caught it easily. Tyber could almost hear Arteims laughing and see the confusion in Adavan’s body language at being told he had to join Tyber’s team, that act had turned the game around and it wasn’t long before the boys of the Glass Bay were playing that game with three Astartes.
At the same time, it had been raining when he and Keeva had progressed from friendship to something more, it had also been raining the day he found that she had vanished from Acre Bellator, it had been raining on HSC-296 when that had cost him and the second company so much. He was so lost in his thoughts that again he had failed to notice someone join him under the awning, the voice was soft and youthful, “M’Lord?”
Opening his right eye, he looked off to the side to see a young woman, she couldn’t have been more than sixteen, in a muddy uniform, her dirty red hair tied loosely back under her helmet, her rifle on her shoulder, in each hand she had a mug of something, Tyber had to admit whatever it was did smell good. She seemed to take on a look of a herd animal caught in the lights of a ground vehicle once Tyber’s eye fell on her without him even asking she repeated herself, “M’Lord, I brought you some soup… that is if you even eat and are hungry.”
Tyber smiled at the girl, while he moved his helm to his left side, an unsaid offer for her to sit, as he accepted the soup, taking a sip, it reminded him of something his mother would make on rainy days in the Glass Bay, again he smiled, before he spoke, “You are most kind, I am happy to accept this gift.”
As she sat beside him, she blew on her cup, looking over the courtyard, she whispered out, “Thank you M’Lord, for your arrival, and everything you’ve done to help us… You’ve given us a real chance to make it through the night.”
Again looking at the girl, she reminded him a little of Keeva, pretty, but not too pretty, he reached into a magazine pouch for his bolt pistol and removed one round, it looked small in his hand, he rolled it over, passing it to her as he spoke, “Keep this, as proof to those you hold dear in the future, that you have met an Astartes and they he thanked you for your soup.” He gave her a soft smile, before looking back out over the field to where the transport had gone down, while he awaited Vaidan and Akkad to return.
Edited by Steel Company, 19 September 2018 - 06:25 PM.