Black steel toed boots tapped a constant slow beat from its position upon the cold stone floor. A drumming of fingers drumming of fingers accompanied the tapping, rolling across smooth wood in a resounding pitch. From the vocal cords of a figure reclining against a wall the same texture of the floor, came a baritone hum and whistling, inter changing in pace and step to create a rather moving sound. Together these sounds formed a marching tune of old Cadia, representing their indomitable will and stalwart hold against the legions of Chaos.

It was slowly driving Techpriest Adept 740-5119293-56 "Xalius" to the point of shutting down his organic functions, those that remained anyway. The sergeant beside him had been going through military marching tunes and songs for the past three days they had been in lock up, and had not repeated a single one. How an organic mind could memorize so many without the assistance of a Holy cognator was beyond himself, and he was slowly wondering if the Inquisitor would find it acceptable if the Kraskin met with a tragic "accident" during their time together.

Alas, not all was torture, for he had been able to inspect the machinery and structure of his cell. Within the first day he had done a full scan of their following cell through the walls in a twenty foot perimeter. Along the opposite side of the western wall was open space, revealing the road three stories below. The south was weakest, leading back into a store room and around the back to a fire escape. The north held the door of the cell, and held a reinforced steel frame that blocked their escape. The most interesting wall to him however, was the east, and for good reason.

The opposite side of the east wall lead back into the office room among the third story, a small separation of cubicles and glass walls allowing for a pristine yet structural compound for a desk workforce. Exactly three feet from where the north cell wall connected to the east one he stood, his cloak covering his body in shadow, where had remained unmoving for the greater half of the last two days, to the view of his capturers. He was very far from without movement, for behind and beneath his cloak his mechandrites moved with slow speed and deadly precision.

When they had been "arrested" by the pink haired officer and her supporting Men of Iron, they had relinquished hold of their weapons to the local authorities, a plasma gun, two las pistols, a standard Kraskin knife, three frag grenades, two krak grenades, and a spare melta bomb, they had not however, confiscated Xalius' mechandrites, as if they ever could. Their mistake.

Within two out of five of the holy machine parts that were engrained into his back lay special modified laser cells, made for a small hold out, easily concealed and retractable. Though they did not pack as much a punch as a regular las pistol, nor the amount of ammunition before one was expended, they could be just as deadly to the unsuspecting foe. This time however, they were not being used to kill guards and silence captors, but rather set to a low setting, at a constant burn, just below regular hearing pitch, and at a small enough magnitude that one would not be able to see the glow from but a foot away, and had been pushing further and further into the six inch concrete wall since he had begun standing in front of two days ago.

And today, today was the day of success. He felt the small portions of the wall crumble right before the low powered laser, and retracted the instruments, only to have two different mechandrites replace them instantly. The difference between the pair of Mechandrites was instead of low inserted barrels the mechanical attachments were equipped with needles similar to that of an medicae's tool, Perfect for punching into veins, or as in the current situation, wires. His position was lined up perfectly with a cubical that had been placed adjacent to the wall, with wires exposed to the flat surface it rest against. With a small amount of scanning from the sweeper lense upon the mechandrites head, it swept over a small grouping of wires, tracing them all the way back to an ancient form of cognator, though it would still be accepting of the tools of the Machine God, in a way.

With microscopical amounts of force the needles punched through the wire covering, instantly connecting the tips to the lining of special communication enablers within the wires. The connection was clear, and with that Xalius was now able to slowly creep into the heathen's information system, coding and firewalls peeling away to reveal the bountiful information beneath. What lie beneath made Xalius' eyes physically widen in wonder and curiosity.

In mere moments a several large portions of the planet's, dubbed by the local inhabitants as RuneTerra, historical background. The main content of the planet was singular, a gigantic island surrounded by what seemed endless ocean and 3 smaller sets of islands within the Northwest, Northeast, and Southeast. The mainland was home to two major city states, named Demacia and Noxus, and a few minor factions such as Piltover, Zaun, the Freljord, Bandle city, and the recently resurrected Shurima empire. The off land island chains, the north east controlled by the state of Ionia and the pirate state of Bildgewater.

There were several events that were described in deep perspective on a level above that of a regular over view of history. Several references to an "Institute of War" alongside three major events recorded called "The Rune Wars". Though the history of the planet meant little, the rampant subjects of Magic usage, a form of crafting known as Hextech, and the incursions of several other worldly and daemonic forces made Xalius hesitant to continue. It mattered now that he had to inform his cell mate and prepare a way to escape.

Slowly retracting the Mechandrites from the walls, he slowly lifted himself from the wall, slowly scooting his way towards the bunk where his cellmate sat, hands over head and eyes closed as he continued his multi sounded tune. The scuffing of red robes made the Sergeant open his eyes, looking from his place as Xalius moved closer from the shadowy part of the cell and the two holes in the wall. An eyebrow raised in question as the Techpriest leaned in and began to speak.

"We must leave as soon as possible." He said, the vox caster leaving a small crackle in the words.

"Well I already knew that boltbag." the Sergeant replied, eyes skeptical.

"I have good reason, we must escape tonight, I will explain why as we leave."

"Great, just one big problem, how are we suppose to get the warp out of here? I know you recall being searched and last time I checked you don't have any weapons on you and I don't have my armor." The sergeants replied, eyes rolling at the word recall.

"I know where they are holding your equipment, and who said I was weaponless?" Xalius replied, before bringing to bear his mechandirites.

"Alright, fair enough, but how are we suppose to get out?"

"Simple, when the night watch patroller for the building comes to check on us, I will retrieve the keys in some manner."

"How are we gonna get them to come close enough to the cell?"

"You distract him while I go for the keys he has, if worse comes to worst I put a las-shot through their head."

"Alright, when's the night patrol due?"

"Four hours."

"Ugh, too much time to kill."

"Patience flesh bag."

"Shut it metal man." At that, Xalius retreated to his side of the cell, Mechandrites folding beneath the robes as he went though the information he had required. Once they escaped the city, the one he was guessing by geographical location and feature, they need to travel somewhere and quickly. The mountains would be to visible and treacherous to cross without the proper gear. There was little way to go to the north before they met the sea. They had to go south, maybe travel along the bay line to the city of Zaun. From what he could gather, the people of Piltover were quite hostile to the people of Zaun, several political campaigns and words spat at each other, but the conflict had not spilled into violence. Yet.

It would be a perfect escape from the law bringers of this a accursed place. Zaun seemed much more reasonable from what he had gathered, the strong ruled the weak and the moral laws of the land were set to the overall accumulation of Science could be the perfect for someone of his own skill. He laid back against the wall, eyes alight with though as the time passed.

Somewhere nearby a clocked chimed twelve times, its deep vibrations carrying across the room and into the cell. It was nearly time Xalius thought as he awakened from his sleep, internal scans repurpossing energy. His sensors had detected that the office they were held in had become exceedingly quite within the last two hours, most of the employees having gone home, leaving only the few guards to keep the police station locked down. Thermal imaging revealed two guards stationed within the first floor, two more on the second at desk doing some form of work, the final one residing on the top floor within one of the cubicles out of normal sight. This one appeared to be falling asleep oh so slightly as the minutes passed, eyes almost closed and head drooping at his desk.

Suddenly there was a change downstairs, a third signature had entered the first floor, causing the other two to rise from their resting places. The third signature passed the first two before making its way to the elevator against the far wall of the interest. As the elevator ascended to the top floor Xalius snaked a mechandrite towards the Sergeant, rousing him from his slumber. The Kasrkin looked at him for a moment, causing Xalius to nod his head towards the elevator, the Guardsman finally understanding and sitting up a bit straighter. He just finished moving as the two steel doors of the elevator let out a dinging noise and slid open. From within came a figure that made both of the inmates turn their heads.

Both men were performing an analysis as soon as her high heeled boots entered the room, Dark purple hair rested at the small of her back, her crystal blue eyes shimmering beneath the enormous purple top hat. She wore a one piece with a short white skirt underneath a purple matching bodice and corset. Leather straps gripped both arms and legs along with a set of leather fingerless gloves revealing manicured purple nails. A leather belt with a steel circle finished off the apparel, holding a few small trinkets to the striking woman's person. The most interesting part about her though was the gigantic rifle she held within her arms, though it was not to be barred with that of a Vindicare, it was still about as tall as the woman who wielded it, and she was wearing high heels. It was a marvelous piece of work, made of an almost ivory like substance for the boy topped off with a copper and gold trim. From their position they could see it was somewhat like a bolt action, save for the bolt being at the back of the chambering, weirder yet was there was no magazine, but it rather looked as if the body was the main stay of an oversized revolver, connected to an ejection chamber. Xalius's scans indicated a strange energy within the revolving chamber, similar to the description of the "Hextech" power of this city.

"Well hellllooo there." The sergeant calls out as she approaches closer to the cell, causing her to turn with an eyebrow raised. She redirects herself slightly and glides through the cubicles towards us, high heels clacking like the clock down the hall. She stops in front but a mere two feet away from the cell before she beings to speak.

"I'd be careful about the way you speak prisoner, though I am not a fan of keeping fair people locked away, I have no tolerance for those who enter this city to cause disruption and harm to the people, and considering the way you were armed with those strange weapons, I'd take a glance at the former." She says, her accent clipped and sharp similar to that of a Praetorian. Funny how she seemed to have an accent but most of the people they had overheard speaking in the office seemed to be talking in a very standardized accent of Low Gothic. It mattered not for now, for she was the objective, or rather, the keys hanging from her belt were.

"So lady, you wanna explain to me and my companion why we're still in here? The pink haired officer who brought us here told us the waiting process for such things only takes a day or two at most." The sergeant asked, moving slightly closer to the bars as he stood up from his resting place.

"First of all, my name is not 'Lady' but Officer Caitlyn, chief of the Police Force here in Piltover, second of all, if my partner told you something, don't expect it to be completely up to know with the regular standards, that girl uses too much of her fist to understand the formal procedures of criminal documenting." She said, her glare piercing the Sergeant before shifting a little to Xalius. "Considering neither of you have been able to procure accepted identification of yourselves it will take a small bit longer to file you away and charge you for your crimes, you should consider yourselves lucky that I did not haul you off to the pen for your lack of cooperation." She added, giving Xalius another look at the end of the sentence.

"Off to the pen? For what, a minor misdemeanor?" the sergeant asked out, looking at the officer with confusion.

"Considering you and your companion nearly killed three officers and harmed several more, I'd say you should be in a large amount of trouble, but considering we know very little about you and none of the weapons of clarifications you have given to us match with none of our current records, we have little to go off of to send you to the state pen." She said, shifting her rifle with one hand and waving her forward foot over the floor.

"Wait, are you telling me that those... things are actually cared for?" The sergeant asked, a look of concern filtering over his face.

"Well of course!" She said, exasperation in her voice, "Those "things" are state of the art robots designed with emotion hibitors, allowing them to seem more lifelike and think freely. We've been trying to rule out discrimination a few years ago, after their creation nearly a full decade ago." She said, a smile starting to creep into her face.

The Sergeant leaned forward a bit more, about to reply when a very harsh screech that somewhat resembled the word "HERETEK!" but with several incompressible sounds beneath it, along with a faintly familiar slithering sound. It all made sense to the sergeant when Xalius's fifth mechandrite slamming into the Officer's collar bone, releasing a small blue light and hissing noise causing the officer to spasm with electro currents racing across her body. In a second the amount of voltage that had been spread about her body caused her to become unconscious, her eyes fluttering to stay open before she collapsed face first into the floor.

The sergeant rushed to the bars, crouching down and pulling the officer close enough to remove the keys hanging from her belt. There were a several upon the chain and so began the time consuming task of figuring out which one fit into the basic lock of the cell. Time they did not have. The officer on the floor had heard the commotion and was heading towards them from within the cubicles. Right as the fourth key had been tried the officer had rounded the corner, hand resting on his holstered side arm, only for him to cry out in shock before being tazed by Xalius's mechandrite, causing him to fall mere feet from his predecessor. The sixth key opened the cell door.

"The others no doubt heard that." the sergeant looked at Xalius as they exited the cell and stepped over the two officers.

"The ones on the second floor have and slowly have started to move towards the elevator." Xalius's voice monotone out their status.

"Frag, we need weapons, where are mine located?" The sergeant asked.

"Second floor, in a storage closet titled 'Evidence'." Xalius stated, causing a groan of disappointment from the Guardsman.

"I don't want to inflict anymore negativity on us but I really love those guns." He said, moving towards the chief officer before reaching for her firearm. Xalius's eyebrows deepened slightly at the break in protocal. "Hey, it definitely isn't tainted, and doesn't look anything we've seen from the Tau before, maybe Eldar, but the material seems a bit too coarse for them. Space Elves don't like angles really save for those fragging warp swords of theirs." The explanation appeared to pacify the Techpriest, for now.

The two moved towards the elevator, pressing the button on the side panel for it to come get them. The doors opened instantly, causing the two men to step inside, Guardsman on the left and Techpriest on the right, pressing the number 2 that glowed on the panel, the doors closed and they descended in silence save for some local music softly playing in the background. The elevator slowed to a halt. Xalius moved his mechandrite to left in gesture and then once more in the right, the Guardsman instantly getting the hint of the message. The elevator doors opened.

The officers on either side of the door with firearms raised fired as soon as a Xalius's mechandrite sped past the door and snaked to the side, tazer flashing as it struck the neck of the cop on the right. The other officer was blatantly surprised by the snake like appendage that his gun trialed after the mechandrite, only to miss the Guardsman who rolled past the doors before springing up to deliver the newly acquired rifle's butt to the man's face, twice. The man rolled back screaming in pain but was quickly silenced when he unfortunately rolled over, giving the Guardsman the ability to send a rather heavy strike to the officer's head.

"Quickly, once we grab the weapons we must go through the far window and onto that fire ladder access. " Xalis said, causing the Guardsman to sprint towards the door on west side of the room. A cubicle was moved in front of the closing elevator doors as the sergeant slammed into the room marked "Evidence" to find the room to be filled with matching black boxes, that filled the entire room.

"Right second row, down on the bottom shelf." the voice of Xalius filtered into the sergeants ear, the com-beads not having been removed by the officer's inspections from earlier. Sometimes when equipment is skin grafted it's not too bad a thing. The Guardsman moved finding the right container and kicking it open to reveal his arsenal the same as when it had been removed. Quickly returning grenades to their positions across his bandolier and throwing on the Plasma gun's sash he closed the box before rushing out of the room to find the red robes of the Techpriest scampering out the large window that led to the informed fire access. He was three fourths of a way across the room as the elevator dinged open once more, the sound bearing a shout from the two officers within before they opened fire with their fire arms. Five rounds were fired as the Sergeant moved out the window, all missing save for the last which embedded itself into his arm, causing an outcry of pain.

Xalius grabbed a hold of the man's jacket, pulling him upwards towards the roof. The passed over the verge with shouts resounding from below, causing the Sergeant to turn around. He quickly brought the plasma gun to bear and fired three rapid shots, each of them landing upon the landing and rails of the stairs, smelting them with a loud hiss s the super heated shots ate through steel. Their chasers cried out as they no doubt saw their way blocked by the cooling steel. The sergeant turned and ran, crossing rooftops as he followed his leading comrade into the night of the strange city.

Author's note: Sorry guys about the lateness, the writer's block got me as I was trying to figure out what to do with this chapter. I pushed through it though, and also got myself in series for Plat III so there's that. To be honest I still am looking to improve on this story, but I will be starting another story. (SOONTM) This one is gonna be a cross over as well, a triplet as it seems due to "Historical Fiction, Warhammer 40k, and RWBY". Though you guys may not agree with me on this I do like some Warhammer and RWBY cross overs, especially as I said before In the Grimm Darkness and For Those We Cherish being my favorites right now. Already got names and stuff set up, now I just have to write the pieces to it, you know, the entire how am I going to stage the entire 4 man squad and how they got to for reading.