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===Sebastian===
The armor was adequate. It would never match the quality the Imperium could produce, but for now, it would suffice.
He reached down, taking the helmet in both hands, and placed it over his head before standing tall. The display inside snapped into place, though a noticeable crack ran along its surface. It didn't bother him. His gaze shifted to the little man who had crafted the piece.
"You've done well. I will remember this service," Sebastian said, his voice low, before turning and walking away, leaving the smith stunned in his wake.
When he entered the room where his brothers waited, he found them examining a small device they had found hidden under one of the tables—undoubtedly a tool for eavesdropping.
"Someone's been listening in on us, Brother," Maximus said, looking up.
"It doesn't matter," Sebastian growled. "Whether it's the Duchess or the Death Watch, their knowledge of our plans will change nothing."
"Indeed," Maximus agreed. "We can rule out the Duchess, as she continues to offer us her repairs."
"They've also left a set of coordinates for a meeting—somewhere on the moon. Likely an ambush in waiting," the Ultramarine finished, handing a small device to Sebastian. He pressed a button, revealing a series of unfamiliar symbols on the screen.
"I'm ready. I'll take my leave now," Sebastian said, his tone changing.
"Good. We'll wait for you on Tatooine, getting the Battle Barge ready. I look forward to seeing the results of your efforts," the Ultramarine said, extending his right arm in farewell.
Sebastian took the offered hand before repeating the action with Raxor, nodding to his brothers before heading back to the ship that had brought them to Mandalore. There, he retrieved his massive shield and power sword.
He then walked toward a second ship, prepared for him by Duchess Satine, who was waiting beside it.
"Just you? Where are the others?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Sebastian halted in front of her, looking down at the mortal.
"I alone am enough. More would be unnecessary. Now move." he commanded, his tone dripping with contempt.
The Duchess glanced up at his towering form, then nodded, stepping aside while casting a final glare at the towering Astartes.
Sebastian stepped onto the ramp of the ship, his heavy boots thudding against the metal floor with each step. Behind him, the Duchess remained silent, watching him with a mixture of contempt and concern. He could feel her gaze, but he paid it no mind. His focus was fixed on the mission ahead, a singular purpose driving him forward.
The engines roared to life, and the ship lifted off from the surface of Mandalore, climbing into the cold emptiness of space. Through the viewport, the distant moon of Concordia loomed—dark, silent, and waiting.
As the ship broke through the atmosphere and entered orbit, the Black Templar stood tall in the middle of the chamber. His power sword held firmly, its hilt gleaming in the low light, while his massive shield hung loosely at his side. He was a walking embodiment of war, his mind already focused on the impending confrontation.
Sebastian stood unmoving, his gaze locked on the horizon, his mind already on the coming battle. His thoughts were simple, unyielding.
Pre Vizsla will fall.
The ship descended toward the surface, the unmistakable silhouettes of armored figures began to emerge from the surrounding area. Death Watch warriors. Their weapons gleamed under the pale light of Concordia, and their posture betrayed the expectation of conflict.
The ship's landing struts sank into the rocky surface with a sudden, sharp jolt. The ramp hissed open, revealing the grim, barren landscape of the moon.
Sebastian stepped out onto the rocky ground. His boots sank slightly into the dust, but his form remained towering and imposing. He looked at the gathering group ahead, his eyes narrowing as he moved toward them.
As he approached, the sound of footsteps echoed behind him. A group of warriors, clad in the distinctive armor of the Death Watch, emerged from the shadows, weapons drawn as well to surround him.
A Mandalorian stepped forward from the group of warriors, his posture cocky. His voice was dripping with mockery as he addressed the Black Templar.
"Well, well... The dog comes to claim his bones," the warrior sneered, raising his weapon slightly in a taunting gesture. "You think you can just stroll in here and take command? Pre Vizsla's rule is ironclad. You're out of your league, Astartes." He said, clearly knowing why Sebastian was there.
Sebastian didn't respond. His gaze remained unwavering, his face as stoic and unreadable as ever behind his helmet. The mocking tone fell silent in the air, the tension growing as the Death Watch warriors around him shifted, preparing for the inevitable conflict.
Without warning, the Mandalorian lunged forward, his weapon raised to strike. But Sebastian was faster, and the weight of his movements was a terrifying, unstoppable force. The Mandalorian's blaster fire rang out, but it was instantly absorbed by Sebastian's massive shield.
With a single, powerful motion, Sebastian swung the shield outward, sending the warrior flying across the barren landscape with a sickening thud. His body crashed into the ground, unmoving, the sound of crushed armor echoing in the stillness.
The rest of the Death Watch warriors hesitated for only a moment before closing in. They charged as one, blasters and melee weapons raised, hoping to overwhelm the towering figure of the Black Templar. But Sebastian was a force of nature, a living weapon.
He swung his power sword in a wide arc, the blade crackling with energy. The first warrior in his path barely had time to raise his own weapon before Sebastian's sword cleaved through him like a hot knife through butter. The Mandalorian's body was torn in half, the upper half falling lifelessly to the ground as the lower half crumpled beside it.
Another warrior charged in from the side, swinging a vibroblade in a wide, diagonal arc. Sebastian met the strike with his shield, deflecting it with ease, then drove his power sword down into the Mandalorian's chest, the blade piercing through armor and flesh with effortless precision. The warrior gurgled once before collapsing, his body crumpling to the ground like a broken doll.
The rest of the Death Watch warriors scattered, trying to flank him from all directions. But Sebastian was a whirlwind of destruction. He moved like a storm, his shield a wall that crushed anything in its path, his sword a blade that carved through flesh and bone with terrifying ease.
One warrior tried to surprise him from behind, aiming a blaster at the back of his head. But Sebastian was faster still. In a single fluid motion, he turned, raised his shield, and brought it crashing into the warrior's chest. The sound of ribs snapping echoed through the air as the warrior was sent flying backward, his blaster falling from his limp hands.
Another warrior came in low, aiming to strike at Sebastian's legs with a gauntlet-mounted blade. But Sebastian's power sword was already moving, cutting downwards and meeting the blade with an explosion of sparks. With a savage twist of his wrist, he tore the Mandalorians arm from his socket, and with a brutal, precise strike, impaled him through the chest.
The remaining Death Watch warriors, seeing their comrades fall one after the other, faltered. Some hesitated, unsure if they should press the attack, others took a step back in fear. They didn't know what they were facing—there was no victory to be had here.
With a roar of fury, one of the final warriors charged, weapons raised. But Sebastian was already there, his sword flashing out in a perfect arc. The Mandalorian was sliced in two before he could even react, his lifeless body falling in a heap at the Black Templar's feet.
The silence returned, broken only by the soft, eerie wind of Concordia's barren surface. Sebastian stood amid the carnage, his power sword still crackling with energy. His shield was marked with scuffs and dents, but it remained unbroken, as did he.
The remaining Death Watch soldiers stood frozen, fear creeping into their eyes as they watched the Black Templar. His gaze swept over them with utter disdain, and his presence seemed to grow ever more imposing in the aftermath of the brutal battle.
He spread his arms wide, a challenge as much as a declaration, inviting them to step forward and meet their doom.
"With the Emperor as my witness, none of you shall live to see another day!" Sebastian's voice rang out, cold and commanding. "You claim to be warriors, but while your brothers and sisters died in honorable combat, you shrank from the challenge. In doing so, you have denied yourselves honorable deaths. Prepare yourselves, for I will brook no cowardice!"
Without waiting for a response, he brought his left arm around, the massive shield held firmly, and drew his heavy bolt pistol with his left hand. The first round exploded from the barrel, punching through the visor of one Mandalorian's helmet with a deafening crack. The warrior's body crumpled to the ground instantly, lifeless.
At the sight of the dead warrior, the remaining Death Watch soldiers hesitated for only a moment longer, before their fear broke. With a panicked shout, they scattered in every direction, seeking cover behind the craggy rocks and structures surrounding them.
Sebastian's eyes burned with contempt as he watched their disorganized retreat. With a swift motion, he brought his bolt pistol to bear again, firing relentlessly into the chaos. Each shot found its mark—more warriors crumpled beneath the deadly fire, their armor torn open in brutal bursts of explosive force.
One soldier attempted to take cover behind a nearby stone outcrop, but Sebastian was already moving. His shield swung forward in a flash, and with terrifying speed, he charged, his massive form closing the distance in seconds. As the warrior peered from behind his cover, ready to fire, Sebastian's sword was already in motion. With a single stroke, he cleaved the Death Watch soldier, and the stone in half, the blade tearing through armor, bone, flesh, and rock with equal ease.
The rest of the Death Watch warriors faltered, realizing that there was no escape, no chance for survival. They began to regroup, trying to rally themselves, but their fear was palpable.
Sebastian's voice rang out again, cold and unforgiving: "You hide behind your armor, behind your cowardice, but there is no refuge from the Emperor's wrath!"
He pressed forward, the ground shaking beneath his boots as he moved through their ranks like a tidal wave of death. The last few remaining Death Watch soldiers fought desperately, but there was no real challenge left. Sebastian's power sword flashed, cutting through their attempts to counterattack, his shield slamming into anyone who dared come too close.
One by one, the warriors fell—mangled and broken, their armor no protection against the fury of the Black Templar.
As Sebastian drove his sword into the chest of the second-to-last warrior, he stomped down with all his might, wrenching the blade free with a sickening pull. His optics then fell on the last Mandalorian, who had just used his wrist-mounted flamethrower to cauterize his severed arm. The man's whimpering grated on Sebastian's nerves, drawing his ire.
Without a word, the Black Templar began walking toward him. The Mandalorian, trembling, started to back away, his fear evident in every step. Sebastian's pace never faltered, his presence a looming force that bore down on the coward.
In an instant, he moved, slamming the flat of his power sword into the man's chest. The Mandalorian was knocked off his feet, crashing to the ground with a heavy thud, gasping for air.
"You will lead me to Pre Vizsla," Sebastian's voice was a low growl. "Then, I will give you a quick and painless death."
The Mandalorian struggled to push himself up, his helmet cracked. His breath came in ragged gasps, the smell of burned flesh lingering in the air from his cauterized stump. He looked up at the towering figure of Sebastian, the grim determination in the Astartes' optics unmistakable.
The Black Templar stood above him, unwavering, his power sword still humming with energy at his side, his shield resting casually in his other hand. The Mandalorian's body trembled as he realized that there was no escape—no more fight left to win. His resolve broke, and he slowly raised his hands in surrender.
"Pre Vizsla... he's in the stronghold," the Mandalorian stammered, his voice shaky with fear. "I'll take you to him... just don't... don't kill me."
Sebastian's gaze was cold as ice. "Lead."
The man scrambled to his feet, wincing as he favored his cauterized arm. He slowly backed away, eyes darting nervously toward the stronghold. With a final look at the carnage behind him, he turned and began moving toward the entrance, each step filled with dread.
Sebastian followed closely, his heavy footsteps resonating like thunder in the silence. The Mandalorian's breathing quickened, but the Black Templar showed no sign of mercy, his gaze locked ahead, already preparing for the confrontation to come.
The fortress loomed ahead, and as they drew closer, the Mandalorian hesitated, glancing back at Sebastian. "I—I can't take you any further," he stammered, panic rising in his voice. "It's... it's not just him. There's more inside."
Sebastian's voice was a low growl. "Then you will die first. Lead me to Vizsla, or die like the rest of them."
The Mandalorian quickly nodded, his fear overwhelming his desire for self-preservation. He started moving toward the entrance again, faster this time, desperate to avoid the wrath that hung over him.
Sebastian followed without hesitation, his mind already focused on the final battle that would determine the fate of the Death Watch.
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