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Culling of Prospero:

Aboard the ship, Kurn had headed down to the cargo holds, he had received a vox saying that Worf had headed down there after the battle. He found the great Wraithlord stood in front of a large Door with a pair of Deathwatch Terminators trying to convince him to turn around. "GET BACK TO YOUR CAGE, ALIEN FILTH!!!" one of the Terminators roared at him.

"I sense a presence... One I have not felt since..." Worf muttered.

"What are you doing, brother?" asked Kurn. the Terminators bowed to reveal the Space Wolves symbols on their shoulder Pauldrons. "What is going on here?" asked the Wolf Lord.

"These people are guarding a secret, an ancient one..." he said.

"We have our orders from the Inquisitor, nobody is to enter this hold without permission from the Inquisitor." a Terminator replied.

"As a Wolf Lord of Fenris, I hereby order you to grant me access." the Terminators looked at each other. It really pained them to say the following, as though they were betraying High King Grimnar.

"I'm sorry, but i'm afraid that isn't good enough..."

"Then open it, by order of the Inquisition." said a voice from behind Kurn. He turned to see Viqtor. "I believe that he has a right to see who is behind that door." said Viqtor. The Terminators saluted, before pressing a button. The door opened to a dark chamber. As they walked inside, the door closed behind them, leaving them in the dark, before the lights came on and Kurns jaw dropped at the sight before him. Worf's would have as well, had he a jaw to drop.

"I... Is that...?" Kurn stammered, before immediately falling on one knee, Worf following him.

"I am not worthy of this honour..." boomed Worf. "This alien body is offensive to be in the company of he..." Viqtor then walked towards the giant body that they grovelled before.

"What is... Why is... How is Lord Bjorn here?" asked Kurn as he stood up again and looked at the Dreadnought. "AND WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS?!?!?!" he growled at the Inquisitor.

"Because he wasn't supposed to be here with us. When I was last at the Fang, I was told that he wanted to come and meet the Grey Knights on Terra, to see how they are trained and learn their history. He was quite fascinated with them. We were to hand him over to a Blackship in exactly 4 days time." replied Viqtor. They stood in silence for a minute before Kurn looked around.

"We need to wake him..." he said. Viqtor smiled for a second, but it faded almost instantly when he saw the serious look on Kurns face.

"You cannot be serious." said Viqtor.

"He is the single wisest of the father order... Of the entire Adeptus Astartes!" he said. "We are out of our depth, if we are to successfully return to Imperium space, then Lord Bjorns assistance would be invaluable."

"Lord Bjorn knows less about the situation than we do." reasoned Viqtor.

"I will do whatever it takes to protect my men." said Kurn. "If that involves waking Bjorn the Fellhanded, then so be it. I suspect he will be pleased to be going back to war."

"You don't seem to realize what you are suggesting." said Viqtor. "You are suggesting that we awaken a being, second in age only to the Immortal God Emperor himself. Just so that we can ask him about something that we know that he knows nothing about... This is insanity."

"Either you wake him, or I will have Lemanicus do so." Viqtor thought for a second. That half crazed Iron Priest would no doubt want to tinker with Bjorns body, trying to upgrade it." Viqtor sighed before walking over to a control panel, pressing a button, then sliding a toggle upwards. There was a buzzing, then a whirring, then finally, a belch of smoke from the exhaust ports behind the giant, then a loud, phlegmy cough, before the great beast moved.

"Why... Have I been... Awoken?" he boomed, Kurn noticably shuddered as he spoke.

"My-my lord." stammered Kurn.

"... Young Kurn..." he said, looking down at him. He then looked up at Worf. "The situation... Must indeed... Be dire if... Eldar... Are allowed to be here...."

"I am not Eldar." said Worf. "I am a Loyal son of Russ."

"What madness has happened in my slumber?" asked Bjorn, looking back and forth between Kurn and Worf. At that point, the door opened and Aminah walked through, the door closing immediately.

"Why... Why is Lord Bjorn awake?" she asked, looking at the now moving Dreadnought. "A..." she stammered as Bjorn began waddling towards her. "We have been contacted by another vessel, claiming that they wish to meet to discuss the current situation. They are apparently locals." she never took her eyes off of the approaching dreadnought.

"I will deal with this." Viqtor and Kurn said together.

"Please... Go..." said Bjorn. "I need to awaken fully." he yawned. "And maybe this lovely young specimen can brief me on our current situation." The pair of them left towards the closest Vox Caster, Viqtor pressed a button "Patch us through to the contacting ship." he said. He then heard the message.

"I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, I am afraid to say you have arrived in a time of conflict. After a war that ravaged the galaxy followers of the Dark Side of the Force have seized control of the Republic and reformed it into the Galactic Empire. We have sensed the good in most of you, and seek your help. With your assistance we feel we could free the Galaxy before it is ever enslaved."

"Well, I most certainly don't want those heretics to rule the galaxy." Viqtor said to Kurn. "This is The Culling of Prospero to Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. Priority Vox, Channel Primeris." he said. "I am intrigued by your call for help. If you would like to come aboard so we can discuss this, we would be more than welcome to assist you." he said. Kurn looked at the Inquisitor with distrust. He hoped he knew what he was doing. The last person he had let on his ship, they were now at war with.

Sep said
Well, if you tell me more about him than "He's old." Most canon chars are shielded with plot armour, he'd lose that. What can you tell me other than "He's really old"Also everyone else here? I know Echo is. Anybody else? Multiverse seems to be suffering its cliché short lifespan.

The oldest living member of the Space Wolves, he's a dreadnought that, before his internment, fought in Leman Russ' retinue. His main weapons are his Helfrost Cannon and his Claws. He is considered by many to be the single wisest Space Marine... That being said, the last time he was woken up, the first thing he did was try to chat up a Witch Hunter.

I think he'd appreciate being woken up for an extended period of time to go to war.

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