Faction The Angel's Recovery

[Norbert Oro]

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Aboard Aura station, the Angels recovering. Never once in their history had they sustain such losses. Half of them died on Yaga Minor. The station itself seemed to mourn these losses. Norbert had been injured the worst. When he first arrived at the station, carried by his brothers in the Iron Creed, he could barely move. Blood loss, shattered bones, burns; he was worked on for hours at a time, just to be stabilized. For days afterward he drifted in and out of consciousness.

His stubbornness kept him alive every step of the way. It was as if he couldn't die.

After a week, he finally woke to see his left arm replaced by a metal one. He didn't like it, it was so alien and unholy to him. He saw metal as an extension to himself, now it was really apart of him.

All of the remaining Angels were surrounding him any chance they got. The Angels existed as one. Norbert was restless, he demanded to speak to Laphisto and the Iron Creed.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto had received word the moment Norbert Oro regained consciousness. The message had been brief and direct. He wishes to see you. He did not delay. The corridors of Aurora Station were quiet at this hour, lit in low amber along the floor panels. His armored steps carried a measured weight, deliberate but unhurried. Personnel he passed straightened instinctively, offering silent nods. He acknowledged them with the faintest incline of his head, but his focus remained forward.

Outside the medical wing, he paused only long enough to dismiss the attending officer with a glance. No guards entered with him. No entourage. This meeting did not require spectacle. He approached the sealed door of Norbert's recovery room and lifted his hand. His knuckles rapped twice against the durasteel. The sound carried clearly through the otherwise muted corridor. Then the door slid open with a soft hydraulic whisper.

Laphisto stepped into the threshold rather than fully inside, giving the man space. The lighting within the room was dimmer, medical monitors casting a soft glow across the walls. His heterochromatic gaze settled on Norbert, assessing in a single sweep. Skin tone. Breathing rhythm. Posture. Awareness. Not as a predator, but as a commander ensuring the man before him was truly present.

He gave a small nod, respectful rather than imposing. "You asked for me, Norbert Oro of Meu?" he said evenly. His voice was calm, neither sharp nor overly softened. There was no accusation in it, no assumption. Only acknowledgment. He folded his hands loosely behind his back, posture straight but not rigid. The weight of his presence filled the room without effort, yet he made no move to advance further unless invited. "I am here, Speak freely."

Norbert Oro

 

['Sentinel' Janius Everwall]

Several sets of footsteps would approach the medical wing, one sprinting ahead, the door didn't slide open quickly enough as the Paladin Commander of the Creed ducked under and entered, scanning over for a moment before moving over to the Angel.

"Ignosce, numquam antea occasionem habui visitandi."

As Quinn reached the bedside, two others would walk inside. Paladins Lee Marc, and Elizabeth Ide. Marc for whatever reason still within his armor, a helmet tucked under his arm. Elizabeth would move to the bedside, ignoring Laphisto. Though, Marc would give the High Commander a nod before stepping up behind the other two.

"Quid tibi opus est, Fratercule?"

Norbert Oro Laphisto

 

[Norbert Oro]

Norbert sat down on his medical bed, staring at his new hand. He looked over to the Paladins and spoke:


"Gratias tibi ago, frater. Hoc tibi referam."

He turned to Laphisto and stood up. He spoke:

"We failed you distinguished one. We shall not- I shall not return if we fail again."

The Angels watched him and nodded. No matter what, they always kept their helmets on, it was impossible to see their expression. But their body language showed uneasiness, and shame.

Norbert moved his hand in front of him, he thought that the hand was remarkable. He was the only one not wearing armor, on account of his injury. There were burns across the body, it made him look like a zombie.

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[Laphisto]

Laphisto shook his head softly, the motion slow and deliberate, as though dismissing the very notion before it could take root. His arms remained folded behind his back, posture straight but not rigid, as he looked toward Norbert with steady, unflinching eyes. "You did not fail me, You fought bravely. You fought honorably. That is what matters most."

He stepped a fraction closer, boots quiet against the floor, gaze lowering briefly to the cybernetic arm affixed to the Angel's frame. The metal caught the light differently than flesh would have, a stark reminder of the price paid. His expression did not tighten in pity. It hardened in respect.

"Victory and defeat are moments,They shift with circumstance, terrain, numbers, fate. Honor does not. Courage does not. You returned to us. In… relatively one piece." A faint rumble of dry humor touched his voice, a restrained chuckle following. "That alone denies the enemy their full claim. You stood your ground when retreat would have been easier. You held the line when others would have broken. Whatever scars you carry now were earned, not given."

His gaze drifted once more to the mechanical limb, then back to the man wearing it. "Rest now, Regain your strength. Let the medics finish what they started. Let your body and mind remember that they are still yours. So that the effort to bring you back from the brink was not in vain. So that those who pulled you from that battlefield did not do so merely to preserve a memory, but to restore a warrior." laphisto looked to the iron creed members and brought a fist to his chest and gave a small bow of respect before he moved to leave the medical room
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