Scene #5578: =Forced Vacation

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Karian Icefang	From the warpgate, the heavily armored forms of the Space Wolves form up around the warpony form of Karian. They seemed a bit less like an escort, and more like they were trying to keep him from bolting or trying to get away. The citizens of Equestria would get friendly nods and waves, and the Cake's would even find quite a large amount of their pastries being picked up, and some requests for treats. But, off near Mort's farm, the main bulk of the squad call out. "Salamander! Stormbringer! Are you there? We need your assistance."
Mortimer Balman	"Stormbringer..? Hrm. Ah, they probably mean /you/, Switch." "<Oh dear, I suppose I did go a wee bit overboard, didn't I?>" "It's alright man, you go a little crazy for perfectly valid reasons. C'mon, let's go see what the lads need." No longer looking nearly as tired as he did earlier, Mort would open the doors wide and invite the Wolves inside. "What do you need, boys? Aside from napkins and maybe some brushes. Look at those beards, all full of crumbs! Filthy bastards, the lot of you, what your mothers say if they could see you looking like that. Switch, go get some combs please." "<Right away, sir. I'll bring tea as well.>"
Karian Icefang	"Well, for most of us they'd need to rise from the dead, Salamander. But we've a...favor to ask." Sven, the apparent leader, said. He motions towards a surprisingly heavily sedated (drunk) Karian. "His transplant was successful, and he wanted to celebrate by hunting down the remnants of Orlox and Grelx's forces. We wish to release him to your care until he is fully recovered....by yours and the Stormbringer's standards."
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer rolls his eyes at Sven. "Cheeky bastard. Ask away.." He'd listen while Switch brought out a series of large, metal combs on one tray, and on another tray a large pot of boiling hot tea and numerous cups. With milk, honey, and of course bourbon. "<Here you are, sir. Tea for you and our house guests.>" "Thank you Switch, would you be so kind as to help Karian onto a couch before he falls over and breaks something?" "<Of course, sir. Here now, Jarl Icefang, let's get you onto something comfortable for a little while..>" Mort would think about the request for a few moments while lighting up a pipe. "Mmm.. Nobody will complain overly much if he recuperates here, and not at the Fang? I should hate to bring him home to a pack of bitchy Wolves or overly grumbly civilian administrators. I know I still have quite a few detractors even in the Chapter, much less the Imperium as a whole. What says the Great Wolf on this?"
Karian Icefang	"It was at Ulrik's urging, and the Great Wolf agreed. He wants one of his Wolf Lord's back at full strength, and he also seemed to think it could help to silence those detractors." Sven said. Karian managed to stumble his way towards Switch, and whatever soft location the Butlerfree had in mind. All the while, he was singing an old fenrisian drinking song...badly. "He was drinking even before the sedatives, and immidiately went back to drinking after he woke up. Somehow, I think he was trying to prove he was still ready to jump in with us. We know he is...we all do. But it's our duty to ensure he survives, and as he is now, he needs time to adjust. For his body to adapt to the new heart."
Mortimer Balman	"Ahh.. Well, alright then." A brief shrug as apple-scented smoke slowly fills the air. "I have no qualms then, if Logan's okay with it. We'll make sure he gets all the R&R he needs, and find suitable tasks for physical therapy and amusement and what have you." Switchbait meanwhile was helping Karian to kick back and putting a blanket over his back, providing him with a cup of bourbon-filled tea. "Hardly surprised he's doin' foolish things like that, but I am glad you fellas have the presence of mind to thwart his attempts at toxic masculinity. You're all good lads like that. Do me one solid though, if he's to stay here- make sure there's a Wolf Priest with a vox line handy in case he starts rejecting it. Equestria's medical sciences and magics are potent, but if the worst happens we'll want to ensure that direct information from /your/ medtechs is available."
Karian Icefang	Sven nods. "Aye, we will. Though Jarl Icefang is a trained Wolf Priest himself. Worst case scenario, he'd be able to provide at least some kind of aid until another arrived." A few of the marines had started drinking down the tea, and even running a comb through their beards. Seems Mort's words actually made an impact. Karian yawns slightly, but drinks down the bourbon tea with all the skill and speed one would expect. It also doesn't take long at all for him to knock out.
Mortimer Balman	"I would assume so, under ideal circumstances. But then this is a /heart/ we're talkin' about, after all. If, for whatever reason, he /can't/ help us fix his shiny new heart up, a backup aide is always a pleasant thing to have. Space Marines are too big of an investment to /not/ have backups." Annnd there went Karian, knocked the hell down and out. Switchbait would look down from where he was fluttering and poke the Jarl a few times.. And once certain he was asleep, cover the rest of him with the blanket. "<There we are.. Rest well, sir.>" Gently using his mind to lift up Karian's head, he'd settle a pillow under it- it occurred to Switch that men like Karian hadn't had such sorts of simple pleasures since childhood, if enjoyed even then. Contemplations on the extreme Darwinistic state of Fenris came to occupy his mind while he refilled teacups. "So then, how many of you lads are goin' to visit for Hearthswarming this year? Assuming that the lot of you aren't bogged down in some bloody Crusade that may last for years at a stretch of course."
Karian Icefang	"As many as can make it, Salamander. The ponies have proven to be quite accomodating to us, even downright friendly. Many of us are still surprised by them, but when the Skald tells them of Ulf and Relk's time here, they quickly quiet up. Speaking of, the two had asked to pass their regards to you. They've been made the trainers of the Blood Claws as they come in. Ulf teaches survival skills and Relk is our melee teacher." Sven explains, teeth flashing a bit. He seemed to reminisce for a brief moment. Perhaps even a bit of a hero worship moment. "That also reminds me.....Freyja!" He calls. From outside comes a bellow, and then a giant white bear's head pokes in through any open window. "Salamander, this is Freyja."
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer would nod a bit. "Heh.. Yeah, wondrous little folk these ponies, aren't they? My choice to retire here was not one made lightly.. Ah? Oh good, good. I'm glad they've survived an' found new purpose. Do send them my regards in turn, Sven." And then the big ice bear sticks its head into his house through a window. "Well, you must be Karian's new little friend. Here now, have a sniff." He'd carefully hold out a hand to the massive predator for it to sniff at him, without the slightest hint of fear, so it could learn his smell and- ideally- behave itself. It was a stranger here, and poor manners would only be tolerated so long. "Heh. Fluttershy is going to be /fascinated/ by you, Freyja. Well, we better find you a good place to sleep too I suppose.."
Karian Icefang	Freyja sniffs Mort's hand deeply. She tilts her head and gives a playful roar, before sliding her head back out of the window. "She's a good creature....a little thick in the head, but she's yet to do anything uncouth." Sven says, with a grin. He also then points to her again. "You'll notice she's got a strange birthmark. It looks like a scar over her right eye. Irony is that's the same eye Ygdril took from Karian when he was mind-controlled once. Allfather's intervention I suspect."