[The day will be terrible that Gadriel hears that theory, because he's already half convinced the nagas are Slaaneshi daemon creatures and that would just confirm it.
You don't want to make a grown man scream, do you? ]
My Chapter's home system is Macragge. [Anyone in the Imperium would recognize the Ultramarine insignia on his armor. The literalism is just a bonus. ] I was raised on Talassar, which is an ocean world. Until I was ten, when I made the pilgrimage to Castra Tanagra.
[Why is he still following the other man? Because he had mentioned food. Gadriel was a simple creature.] I have been fighting a war....
[He recognized none of those names, but that's probably fine. Scott's sort of got the gist anyway, he's from a terrible place that has no chocolate or toys and probably trained since he was young to fight something awful. Xenos. He mentioned. Really something out of a science fiction story if you ask him, but he's not going to say that much.
He has some awareness not to do that. Besides, he probably wouldn't understand the reference.]
There isn't really a war here, but. [Okay, some serious time, even as Scott continues to search for an egg. The teen's mouth pulls downward briefly, memories briefly returning to what happened last month. Pushing that down now.] Things can still be dangerous around here. Not because of the snake people, but... the world itself. I guess.
[Maybe that's best way to describe how usually once a month or every other month, something awful just happens.]
[Gadriel stopped walking, abruptly.] You are from Terra? [Did he hear that right? Holy Terra? The home planet of the Emperor himself?]
[He's not fazed by that news. He would be more disturbed if this place really were a paradise.] Most worlds are dangerous, at least by the time I am sent there.
[Terra, huh? Yeah, he's heard of Earth being referred as such in the past, just a few times though. What's more interesting is huge guy's reaction to it, the mutant actually slowing to a stop to look at Gadriel with a small head tilt. This clearly is a big deal to him.]
Not the usual name we call Earth, but yeah. [...] Is it a pretty big thing to you? Well known planet across the galaxy?
[Guess that's more common when space travel is common and stuff. A network of planets all connected. Hopefully this Emperor guy isn't like the evil one from Star Wars-- that's the first thing that comes up in his mind!]
Is he an asshole or actually good? [A genuine question... even if worded like that. Although Scott has resumed in his search and luckily, he finds an egg that's just hiding inside a box of assorted vegetables. Cool.]
The Emperor? [What kind of heretical question is this.] He is the hope of mankind, the very reason we have survived so long as a species against the xenos and Chaos. He lights the Astronomican to this day, enabling our space travel, and we, the Astartes, are made from the DNA of his sons.
[He could continue but it should be clear: the Emperor is not only a good guy, he is the goodest guy in the entire universe.]
[So, guess he's good?? Although sometimes with these military guys, it's really hard to say. Plus, he doesn't even know what chocolate is. Or toys. How good of a guy can this person really be? And being made from the DNA of his sons sounds weird. Luckily, Scott decides to keep those heretic thoughts to himself, and instead offers the egg to Gadriel once more.]
Here, try this one. Hopefully it will actually include chocolate this time. Then you can bring news back to your Emperor and spread the word.
[He does not sound suitably convinced. Gadriel's very presence, his very large, heavy, imposing presence, is evidence of the Emperor's might. Who else could have conceived of the Adeptus Asartes?
The egg did include chocolate! Instead of asking if it's edible, Gadriel just shoves it in his face hole, because you don't keep a body this big fueled on hopes and dreams.
[He's almost impressed by him shoving that chocolate right into his mouth, no questions asked. Scott almost expected there to be more inquiries if it's actually safe or how the shape of it can still be used as a weapon. He can give props when it's called for.
Although he snorts at his reaction. Glucose. Yeah.]
Wow, you're the only person that can make even chocolate sound unappetizing. [But Scott lifts a hand to his hip, trying to garner more of a reaction from him.] But you liked it, huh?
[Don't be impressed. His magic special Astartes organs mean that he can eat literally anything, up to and including rocks. What an incredibly...useful...ability.]
Glucose is an essential nutrient. It is in all of our combat rations. [He'll pull one out to show it. Does grey gloop in a plastic pouch sound appetizing? If so, Scott's welcome to try some.]
Is this how we eat here? We hunt the macronutrients?
[Scott's face immediately twists into a grimace upon seeing the ration. Okay, hard pass on that one. He'd rather eat just about anything else. If this is the stuff that he had to eat constantly to survive... no longer he turned out like this. Sheesh.]
Food's a little more scarce in Aldrip right now, but I normally just walk down to the sandwich shop to grab something. [...] Pretty sure the farm managed to survive last month's attack, so there's vegetables and stuff there. You can put away the gloop, really.
The problem is Gadriel is a large individual who needs ludicrous amounts of food to fuel his absurdly large body. ]
If there is a shortage, I can eat other things and save the food for those who need it. [Want proof? You see the plastic egg that the chocolate had come in? He just pops that in his mouth, too. Crunchy. ]
City was attacked last month, sure you're familiar with that. Being a military space guy.
[And he'll explain the important stuff about that, mostly that the Black Beast kept everyone sealed in while people got infected from wish seeds. Surely all that will go down well. He'll just reassure him that all that is done and over with, so he doesn't have to plan out an attack. Yeah, okay.
But also. This dude just ate plastic right in front of him--]
Dude, we're not that short on food! [He's not going to be responsible for this guy choking on chromic shells!!]
Siege warfare is the specialty of Rogal Dorn's Chapters. [Does he look like an Imperial Fist? He is more of the 'go into combat with two weapons and a chainsword' type.] But I know the basics.
....what? [Sure the plastic wasn't delicious, but neither were his combat rations.] You said there was a shortage. There are probably sick, or injured, who need to eat.
[They're not surviving in the wasteland just yet! Thankfully. Scott really doesn't want to picture the scenario in which everything is scarce and they have to survive out in the wilderness or something. He's been here for two years and luckily that hasn't happened yet.
He can still grab a sandwich from the sandwich hut when he wants. Important things.]
Look, you really don't have to eat plastic. [Kind of cool of this guy to go this far though... basically offering to give his meal to others.]
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You don't want to make a grown man scream, do you? ]
My Chapter's home system is Macragge. [Anyone in the Imperium would recognize the Ultramarine insignia on his armor. The literalism is just a bonus. ] I was raised on Talassar, which is an ocean world. Until I was ten, when I made the pilgrimage to Castra Tanagra.
[Why is he still following the other man? Because he had mentioned food. Gadriel was a simple creature.] I have been fighting a war....
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[He recognized none of those names, but that's probably fine. Scott's sort of got the gist anyway, he's from a terrible place that has no chocolate or toys and probably trained since he was young to fight something awful. Xenos. He mentioned. Really something out of a science fiction story if you ask him, but he's not going to say that much.
He has some awareness not to do that. Besides, he probably wouldn't understand the reference.]
There isn't really a war here, but. [Okay, some serious time, even as Scott continues to search for an egg. The teen's mouth pulls downward briefly, memories briefly returning to what happened last month. Pushing that down now.] Things can still be dangerous around here. Not because of the snake people, but... the world itself. I guess.
[Maybe that's best way to describe how usually once a month or every other month, something awful just happens.]
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[He's not fazed by that news. He would be more disturbed if this place really were a paradise.] Most worlds are dangerous, at least by the time I am sent there.
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Not the usual name we call Earth, but yeah. [...] Is it a pretty big thing to you? Well known planet across the galaxy?
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[Guess that's more common when space travel is common and stuff. A network of planets all connected. Hopefully this Emperor guy isn't like the evil one from Star Wars-- that's the first thing that comes up in his mind!]
Is he an asshole or actually good? [A genuine question... even if worded like that. Although Scott has resumed in his search and luckily, he finds an egg that's just hiding inside a box of assorted vegetables. Cool.]
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[He could continue but it should be clear: the Emperor is not only a good guy, he is the goodest guy in the entire universe.]
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[So, guess he's good?? Although sometimes with these military guys, it's really hard to say. Plus, he doesn't even know what chocolate is. Or toys. How good of a guy can this person really be? And being made from the DNA of his sons sounds weird. Luckily, Scott decides to keep those heretic thoughts to himself, and instead offers the egg to Gadriel once more.]
Here, try this one. Hopefully it will actually include chocolate this time. Then you can bring news back to your Emperor and spread the word.
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The egg did include chocolate! Instead of asking if it's edible, Gadriel just shoves it in his face hole, because you don't keep a body this big fueled on hopes and dreams.
He gives a knowing nod, after a while. ]
Ah. Glucose. [Essential for fuel!]
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Although he snorts at his reaction. Glucose. Yeah.]
Wow, you're the only person that can make even chocolate sound unappetizing. [But Scott lifts a hand to his hip, trying to garner more of a reaction from him.] But you liked it, huh?
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Glucose is an essential nutrient. It is in all of our combat rations. [He'll pull one out to show it. Does grey gloop in a plastic pouch sound appetizing? If so, Scott's welcome to try some.]
Is this how we eat here? We hunt the macronutrients?
[Sounds tedious but ok.]
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Food's a little more scarce in Aldrip right now, but I normally just walk down to the sandwich shop to grab something. [...] Pretty sure the farm managed to survive last month's attack, so there's vegetables and stuff there. You can put away the gloop, really.
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The problem is Gadriel is a large individual who needs ludicrous amounts of food to fuel his absurdly large body. ]
If there is a shortage, I can eat other things and save the food for those who need it. [Want proof? You see the plastic egg that the chocolate had come in? He just pops that in his mouth, too. Crunchy. ]
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[And he'll explain the important stuff about that, mostly that the Black Beast kept everyone sealed in while people got infected from wish seeds. Surely all that will go down well. He'll just reassure him that all that is done and over with, so he doesn't have to plan out an attack. Yeah, okay.
But also. This dude just ate plastic right in front of him--]
Dude, we're not that short on food! [He's not going to be responsible for this guy choking on chromic shells!!]
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....what? [Sure the plastic wasn't delicious, but neither were his combat rations.] You said there was a shortage. There are probably sick, or injured, who need to eat.
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[They're not surviving in the wasteland just yet! Thankfully. Scott really doesn't want to picture the scenario in which everything is scarce and they have to survive out in the wilderness or something. He's been here for two years and luckily that hasn't happened yet.
He can still grab a sandwich from the sandwich hut when he wants. Important things.]
Look, you really don't have to eat plastic. [Kind of cool of this guy to go this far though... basically offering to give his meal to others.]