Grim Dark Rwby (irretrievably non cannon) [Closed]

Silfurion looks up from his sandwich he's eating and nods to Jacob. "So you took the Sectorial master to the medbay? That's good. I'm not in her Sectorial but it worries me when any of our own are injured."

"One of my duties among the Pyrian 52nd, aiding superior officers in whatever way they require. Mostly though it was getting them out of the line of fire" he unclasped his armour plates and shrugged them off.

Silfurion nods with a grunt and sets his sandwich down. "I originally came from the Vorivian 5th. You've heard of them right? That's the regiment that has over ninety percent of it's guardsman with mechanical limbs."

"Bionics tend to make me uneasy" Jacob admitted "ever since we had a run in with some Iron warriors a few years back."

The sniper nods in understanding and rolls his sleeves up, the gleaming bionics showing. "I got mine from an accident involving a crashing Vendetta. We were in the battle for the planet of Reaper, with the daemon forces if you've heard of the battle. My Squad was under the command of the Red Reapers for that battle and even though our Vendetta crashed my unit forged on ahead and sniped down the target. They had to come back and retrieve me because my lower spine was partially separated and my shoulders were broken."

Jacob unbuttoned his jacket and pulled it back to reveal a severe burn wound across his chest
"Melta bomb" he explained "landed next to my commander, I managed to shove him to safety, luckily I managed to get my chest plate off before it melted completely.

"A very respectable maneuver." The red-haired marksman grunts out. "You might want to get some food before the Ratlings get to it. You know how they eat."

Jacob smirked
"Might have to do that" he got to his feet and walked over to the food, baring his teeth at a few staring ratlings as he passed them.

The kitchen is operating at full speed, allowing Jacob to get food quickly.

Jacob returned to his opposite Silfurion with a small iron plate full of food, mostly meat. He sat down and tore into the platter.

Silfurion smirks when he sees what's on Jacob's plate. "You sure like meat."

Jacob grunted
"Side effect of my condition."

The sniper shrugs. "Hey meat's great. I'm not arguin' with ya."
A lith bandaged arm reaches over Jacobs shoulder as Kokkino leans on his back, nicking a slice of bacon before standing and sitting next to him, pulling the bandages away from her mouth and nomming the bacon.

Jacob turned a disapproving eye on Kokkino, before remembering she was a superior officer and averting his gaze.

Noticing the disapproving glare Kokkino snorts before speaking in her jarring mechanical voice. "We are of same rank. Glare at me all you want." She pulls the bandages back over her jaw. "So Hira is considering you for her Sectorial. The assault group."

Jacob raised an eyebrow
"Never considered being part of an assault vanguard before. Usually I'm just the grunt who jumps in the path of bullets" he joked.

The assassin shrugs. "You seem suited for it apparently. You'll have to prove yourself in front of the chapter master however."

Jacob nodded absently, staring at the food on his plate.

Kokkino pokes his shoulder. "Eat, you fight worse on an empty stomach."

Jacob shrugged before resuming his meal.

When Jacob is finished, an Ogryn calls from the door. "The one named Reaver is to report to training hall!"

Jacob slung his armour over his shoulder and got to his feet, nodding a brief farewell to Kokkino and Silfurion before walking to the exit.

The Ogryn points down the hall. "Seven doors, left side. The Sectorial Masters there now."

Jacob smirked to himself before starting off down the corridor, the fact that the Ogryn could count, or even give directions was a little surreal.

When he eventually enters the training hall, what greets him is Hira out of her armor still, a pleasent and happy looking man in Power armor, and a tall stern looking man with a 5 'o' clock shadow with Artificer armor. Two dreadnoughts stand in the corners.

Jacob knelt bowing his head in respect. He had once more donned his battered carapace armour, in preparation for his trial.

The stern-faced man speaks, his voice deep and gravelly. "Rise young one. There will be two tests. One to see if you have enough skill, and another to check your sectorial."