User:T42/Blog:Hammertale: Chapter 1, Fallen Angel

PREFACE: This is a fan work set in a crossover alternate universe, in which elements from the Warhammer 40k Franchise are involved in the setting of Undertale. If you have no love for crossovers, this series is unlikely to be your cup of tea. However, if you are willing to give it a read, I caution you that this story will not contain a great deal of exposition in regard to the massive expanse of Warhammer 40k Canon and Lore. Though not necessary, it might suit the reader to pop on by the Warhammer 40k Wiki to gain deeper insight into events and items mentioned in the story and what is mentioned here, as I wanted to refrain from turning the work into a lesson in 40k Lore. As for the Undertale side of things, most canon will be respected, with some tidbits of fan theories that I picked up from the fandom at large. Finally, the author sincerely urges anyone to leave a comment and or critique, this is my first foray into crossovers and pure fanfiction as opposed to fanon, so to hopefully improve later installments I can gauge the reaction of the community. Thank you very much, and enjoy!

Chapter 1: Fallen Angel



He hit the ground with a hard thud, smashing the yellow flowerbed to a soft pulp under his hulking exterior. A low growl sounded, then the clanking noise of armor against armor. The figure slowly got to his feet, looking up at the shaft of light that led to the surface from whence he fell. His armor was pitted and dented, ancient battle scars from a bygone wars, the regalia long since peeled away leaving little but the simple gunmetal grey ceramic plates beneath. He began to hobble into the shadows, his left leg trailing bright crimson through the crumpled golden flowers. He pulled his tattered hood back over his head, once again concealing all but his Vox-Grille Mask in shadow.



He had to escape, had to keep it hidden, had to…



He stopped, propped up against an ancient decrepit pillar. He gave himself this moment, rationing it as he always did. This was the time for doubts, as they had taught him long ago when he still bore the midnight black of his Legion. He knew he would never escape, that they would hunt him, no matter the cost. They would chase him to the ends of the stars, down every pit and crevice he could hide. It was merely a matter of time. Even here, out on the furthest rim of the Galaxy, they found him amongst the primitives. He would die, not as a warrior, but as a fugitive, shot dead like a dog. For a sin he had relegated his whole life to atoning for. The rage creeped up inside his soul, like it always did, and he felt the whispers.



But he let those things fall back into the abyss at the back of his heart, deep behind his flesh, bone, and armor. The sword upon his back seethed in its Null-Field Sheath, it hissed for release. But the moment was over. Determination filled his mind. He must go deeper into the caverns, he must find an escape, or perhaps take refuge deep in the forgotten reaches of this forbidden place. The natives considered it cursed ground, his former Brothers would have a damnable time finding any maps that charted the underground.



<span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He hobbled through the only exit before him, a large, crumbling arch carved of stone. Upon its peak was a strange symbol, an inverted triforce. He had not seen its like before, but such places had a habit of having strange symbols and the like, he had purged many a place such as this in the days gone by, when he was a soldier, instead of a fugitive.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He limped through the entrance, another shaft of light and patch of flowers were the only things visible within the chamber. And then, suddenly, a voice.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Howdy!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The armored figure froze in his footfalls, and disgust, where fear or curiosity should have been, welled up in his chest. There, not but a stone's throw away from his feet, was a flower. But it was no ordinary flower, this one had a face. Repugnant as this abomination might be, he could ill afford to discharge his Plasma Pistol, the noise could tip off his pursuers.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What are you, creature?” The armored figure growled.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The flower, bouncing to his own silent tune, chortled in an all too saccharine manner.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“My names Flowey, Flowey the Flower!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Is it now?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Of course! Say, you don’t look all that hot, take a hard fall on your way down?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“See here, beast, I-”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Gee! It sure does look bad, I bet I could help with it though!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He was taken aback, but was in no situation to turn down aide.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“How so, creature?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A flash of annoyance tinged Flowey’s eyes, something a common man or monster would miss, but not the keen eyes of the being before him.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Here!” Flowey beamed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Suddenly the room went dark, and the armored figure saw the tattered old twin-headed eagle insignia on the breastplate of his armor shine through his tattered robes, the crest radiating golden light until it seemed to be floating just above his chest.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Wh-what is this witchcraft!?” He boomed, hand darting for his Plasma Pistol, but Flowey’s sincere sounding chortle disarmed him.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“That is your SOUL, the very essence of your being. Everyone has one!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The armored warrior stared in utter disbelief, this, was it really? He looked into his own soul, and realized the purity of it, surprised that it seemed untarnished, untainted. Was… was there hope for him yet? Was his repentance answered?

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The flora gave a small cough, regaining the hulking figures attention.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Now this,” Flowey continued as a small white pellet of energy materialized between the two, “is a ‘friendliness pellet’, powered by pure LOVE! It will heal your body through your soul, good as new! Be sure to catch as many as you can!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The pellet advanced at a mediocre pace, and the bewildered warrior could only watch as it moved to make contact with his soul. Then, suddenly, the projectile crashed into his soul, and the sudden pain shot through his body like a jolt from an whip. His leg tensed up, causing him to fall to one knee.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Through is pained cursing, he could hear the flower’s voice suddenly shift, no longer was it the obnoxious, placating tone. The sinister words slithered from its mouth, contorted into a savage grin.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hahahah! You idiot! You actually believed me?!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Suddenly, roots burst from the ground wrapping themselves tight about the armored figure, worming their way into the plate, contorting his limbs against his will. In spite of his immense strength, the roots held fast as if they were of iron, and threatened to pierce through his plate and grow directly into his skin. He attempted to protest, but roots wrapped around his throat, strangling him.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hahahahah! You may be stupid, but you are quite the strong lummox aren't you? Perfect for a little project I have in mind! You will be my little puppet! Oh, don’t worry, I won’t kill you, not yet! I have so many fun things to do with that sickening, pure SOUL of yours! AHAHAHAHA!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Flowey situated himself above the back of his latest victim, vastly enjoying the sudden stature he now controlled. It was then his beady, soulless eyes fell upon the sword. It was massive, and its hilt shown with black steel and gemstones that seemed to flash with brilliant colors. Bright neon-purple, dull brownish greens, dark crimson, and a radiant electric blue. The blade however, that was what held Flowey’s immediate curiosity, from the size of its fancy sheath upon the gargantuan warrior’s back, it must be an enormous, ruthless edge. Such a thought made Flowey shudder with delight as he moved his puppet’s arm to pull it from the sheath. But suddenly the warrior’s choked mufflings became desperate, his arm resisting with remarkable strength, holding it aloft.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hmmm? What's the matter? You seem rather… determined to keep me from this fancy sword of yours! Hahahahah! Is it a family heirloom? Something special? Oh nevermind, you are a bit tied up at the moment, I’ll just… see… for… myself!”

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<span style="color:rgb(243,243,243);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6667px;font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;">Flowey strained against the warrior’s full might, roots cracking and ripping against a desperate last stand. But the vile plant merely responded by adding more roots, overpowering his host and forcing the hand just over the hilt. He relished in his victim's last desperate efforts before closing the hand over his goal. Then suddenly, the smile was banished from Flowey’s smug, self assured face. And was replaced with horror. Cold, abject horror. An emotion he had figured he had long forgot.

<span style="color:rgb(243,243,243);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6667px;font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.38;">The chamber was filled with a noise, discordant, wild, chaotic. The walls trembled, ancient stalagmites fell and shattered as if they were glass. And then a sound. A voice, deep and oozing with what could only be described as evil filled the room with chanting in a tongue that caused Flowey to clasp his leaves over his non-existent ears. Suddenly his roots withered and died. Some burst into flames, others contorted and ripped themselves apart, still more rotted and decayed before his very eyes, while more simply twisted and writhed with minds of their own, becoming of fleshmetal and snapping jaws that tore themselves asunder. Each was a unique brand of pain all its own.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Flowey abandoned his perch, tumbling back into the patch at the center of the cavern as his former host lashed out with his sword, hacking down what dead roots still held him back. He looked at the figure, who now brandished the wicked, serrated blade. Its edge was like fangs, sharp and already oozing with plant ichor, and then Flowey saw the four eye-shaped gems built into its length at the back of the blade, each of the same four colors he had seen upon the hilt.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Flowey looked into the figure’s eyes, and where once only shadow resided, the eyes now glowed. They shone, not red, nor any other single color. They were awash with bleak shades of the aforementioned four, blood crimson, bile green, lightning blue, ecstatic purple. The pupils were black, murderous slits, and in them Flowey could so no reflection, merely an eternal abyss. The figure, still speaking in tongues, began, step by step, to advance on the petrified flower, the leg oozing blood and making sicking sounds of crunching bone and moarning armor but still advancing as if no pain was felt at all.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“S-stop! Stay back!” Flowey roared feebly as he fired off a salvo of his pellets, causing the room to go dark once again. But the soul that tore its way from the armored chest was not the same radiant twin-headed eagle, instead it was a menacing obsidian star, seething with baleful energies. Each of Flowey’s projectiles were struck down by the blade, effortlessly as errant infant Froggits. At this point, Flowey attempted to flee, trying to pull himself below the ground, but suddenly he felt a weight at the base of his body, and was yanked roughly from the ground by an invisible force with but a motion of the warrior’s free hand. The armored behemoth continued to advance, slowly closing the distance, chanting at an accelerated rate.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Stop! I-I didn’t mean it! It was all a joke! That’s it, a harmless prank, ha ha! Put me down! Hey! Don’t you hear me?! Y-you freak! Wh-what are you!?” Flowey screeched.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">This suddenly brought the armored beast to pause as he leveled the sword before his own eyes, letting Flowey look upon his own reflection in the shimmering smile of the blade. And then a new sound joined the endless chorus of chanting. It started low, almost inaudible. Then it grew until it was a wall shaking din that rattled the petals from Flowey’s head. It was laughter.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What am I?” The voices snarled.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I am the blood, pooled at your feet. I am the bile that chokes your throat. I am the sickening chill and sweltering warmth at your skin. I am the madness wrapped around your mind. I am the damnation of angels! I am… CHAOS!” The word bellowed forth in a concussive blast of raw psychic energy that tore at the very fabric of time and space as the blade rose for a bloody strike. Flowey screwed his eyes shut from the oncoming blow. Then, for the briefest moment, the black soul flickered gold, and as the sword reached its apex, it was crammed once again into its sheath.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#f3f3f3;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Flowey fell to the ground with a light piff, while the hulking figure slammed headfirst into the flower patch, his armored form making quite the din as it hit the ground. Still in a mild state of shock, Flowey was just regaining his resolve to murder the beast while it was incapacitated when he heard footfalls racing forth. He chose instead to retreat just as a silhouette appeared.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="color:rgb(243,243,243);font-family:Arial;font-size:14.6667px;font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:21px;">Before he faded into unconsciousness, the armored warrior heard the words… “Oh dear, sir, are you quite alright?”