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6/5/2016 3:37:40 AM
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[i]"How can you?"[/i]
She asks, reflecting the question, in a sense that they were both wary of the other.
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"Slaanesh certainly has a prescence upon this ship, something we can both agree on. If we were on different terms I would not question you. But this ship is something to be wary of." He held the blade still. "I wish not for fighting, but if you are a mere ruse by Slaanesh I will not hesitate." The Warlock said. [spoiler]I'm searching up what Lugganath Eldar look like. I forgot.[/spoiler]
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[i]"You dare accuse a farseer of plotting with that wicked bastard? Do I look like a Dark Eldar to you?"[/i] She had her twin shuriken still pointed at him, not flinching. [i]"I have no need to prove myself to you. I have been surviving on this ship for the past month, alone. I know where my loyalties lie. Can you say the same?"[/i] She stared him down from under her helm. She spoke the truth, indeed she knew who she was herself. But if this new arrival thought it could intimidate her, it was thinking wrong. She was a farseer, the purest to be found within a craftworld. And although she was a descendant of Isha, she had no quarrel with fighting. Especially if it meant for her life. If this supposed warlock was seeking a confrontation, he would find one if he searched deep enough.
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"I..Apologize. I acted rather too harshly, I have only just woken from a slumber upon this ship." He of course did not seek such a confrontation, but on Lugganath they constantly fought Chaos. For they seeked no squabbles with the Imperium or The Tau unlike some other craftworlds. "But I had to be sure. For I am ever suspicious of this..place."
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She lowered her weapon. [i]"I understand your cautions, Warlock. This place is enough to drive anyone crazy, lest they know how to keep their sanity to them. I have gathered some information on this ship. It is an ancient Warp craft, called the 'Bloodwrath', and it's consciousness has kidnapped many great warriors from around the Galaxy to be part of some sort of ritual. That is as much as I could find, seeing as I began to actively research information not long ago. Also, seeing as I was the only Eldritch presence on board made it difficult to assure my safety..."[/i] Luckily for her, this farseer had, more than once, worked alongside Imperial and Tau forces, often times to ward off Chaotic assaults, Tyranid rampages or even their mortal enemies, Necron emergences. Meaning that her name was well known amongst the ranks of their military. Although their higher commanders despised the idea of working with an alien, the field commander themselves knew better than to turn their back to a helping hand. [i]"I am Macha, Farseer of Biel Tan. Descendant of Isha."[/i]
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"I am Ciarn, Warlock of Lugganath. It is not as impressive as a title of Far-Seer but I am content with that." Replied the Warlock. "But you have answered my questions before I asked and I appreciate that.
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[i]"Your appreciation is noted, Warlock. While I would usually travel with my Seer council, you will have to do."[/i] She chuckles slightly, releasing a bit of the tension. [i]"We should move away from this position. Human cultists patrol this place thoroughly, and although they are weak, they could give away our position."[/i]
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"Indeed, though I have lost my Shuriken Pistol. It was most likely looted." Said Ciarn. "The question remains, Where will we travel?"
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[i]"The imperials have a few positions around here. We should be safe there."[/i]
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"But do they not despise us?" [spoiler]srsly like Imperium, Eldar and Tau need to get their shit together and not kill each other.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]if they would team up they'd basically win every war.[/spoiler] [i]"they do not despise me. I have a reputation among imperial field commanders and soldiers. While an Inquisitor would most likely want our head pinned on a wall, the troops will most likely greet us with some friendship."[/i]
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[spoiler]A Ork Waagh! the size of that one Warboss that conquered like most of a galaxy can probably defeat those three combined.[/spoiler] "Alright..But let's hope that no such Inquisitor is on this ship." [spoiler]Even though there are like two out for Heretic Blood ATM.[/spoiler]
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[i]"If they are... I suppose we'll have to defend ourselves."[/i] She checks her gun, then looks around. [i]"We should get moving."[/i]
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"Agreed. To the nearest Imperium camp. Wherever that will be." The Warlock looked around his general area. [spoiler]Trivia:The Adeptus Mechanicus are jelly of how Eldar jetbikes work.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]hue[/spoiler] She begins moving through the hallways and corridors, going to the General Quarters.
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The Warlock followed patiently behind, seeing he had no other choice for survival. Yet as they walked the halls the sign '[i]Aquila[/i]' appeared on dead carcasses, usually lacking a head or a hole blown in their chest. This was a sign that a Inquisitor has been here.
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[spoiler]I'll have an artifact hunt post later, wanna join?[/spoiler] [i]"Imperial Inquisitor... just what we needed. Be careful, Warlock."[/i] The Farseer continued to move down the halls, cautious of the inquisitor's presence.
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[spoiler]sure. Gotta figure out who I want to use tho.[/spoiler] Clearly the dead carcasses were mostly 'Nids and Heretical Daemons with their Chaos Marine buddies. Yet again it was the same pattern, except for the Tyranids. They were barely noticeable due to that acid bullet shit the Imperium has. But then a peculiar shout was heard. "[b][i]WE ARE THE HAMMER![/i][/b]" Fücking grey knights and their shouts.
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[spoiler]well it'll be this character for me.[/spoiler] [i]"Blasted Grey Knights and their shouting... careful, Warlock. Although they specialize in killing Demons, they still pose a threat to us. We should avoid conflict against them if possible."[/i]
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"Indeed. Though they may combat those Daemons of the Warp I'm sure they will not hesitate to kill us. Clearly the Imperium is going full lockdown." Little did Ciarn know he was right. Inquisitor Ling was locking down the general Quarters after his encounter with The Siren. He was obviously not taking visitors but the duo could make it to the general quarters before the Inquisitor and his Grey Knight.
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[i]"Let us hurry."[/i] They rushed to the general quarters, hoping to make it before the Inquisitor. Slipping out would be easy once they were in, but slipping in would prove more difficult.
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The General Quarters was honestly..not very well guarded. It's just Imperial Guardsmen and a Grey Knight. Though the Imperial Guardsmen could be fooled by a simple psyker trick the Grey Knight would be complicated. [b]Inquisitor Ling and The Grey Knight.[/b] "Sector is clear of Daemons and monstrosities for now..We should head back and restock." Said the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor and his Grey Knight were unknowingly on the tail of the Eldar Duo.
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The two eldar moved away from the Grey Knight, seeking and finding a breach that was guard by imperial guards. Once there, she turned to face the warlock. [i]"I will speak for us."[/i] She dropped her cloaking, and approached the men. They quickly brandished their lasguns, and spoke. By the sound of their accent, they were Cadians. "Halt!" [i]"Fear not, humans. I am Macha, of Craftworld Biel Tan."[/i] They looked at one another. "Macha... that name sounds familiar..." The other one spoke. "Isn't she that one eldar that saved the general from a Tyranid assault once?" She removed her mask as a guise of trust, letting her red hair cascade onto her shoulders and into her back. She looked at them with her pure green eyes. "I only seek shelter for me and my ally. Brave men of the imperial guard and space marines are the only ones I can trust. Please." They both look at each other again, with uncertain expression. She carried truth in her words, and had a reputation. And she was beautiful, too. "Agh, alright. Go through. Just be careful of the Grey Knights. They're very jumpy, 'specially around here." "Thank you, brave soldiers." She looked back at the warlock, motioning for him to come forth.
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The Warlock followed Macha, though keeping his helmet on. Arknin, The Tech-Priest was briefly seen forming a Ferrocrete building for some purpose though he did not notice the Duo. While the camp was impressive, given the situation it was not the best seeing how they were on a death ship. [b]Lings side of the story.[/b] During the moment in which Macha talked to the Guardsmen, Ling was walking the halls when he noticed a Shuriken Pistol upon the ground. Though he wasn't a Ordo Xenos Inquisitor he could tell it was Eldar Technology due to the design.
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"That went better than I expected. Seems my reputation does precede me. We should hurry to find a base commander. He or she should be able to help us with any Inquisitors poking around." She kept her helmet off simply because she forgot to put it back on. Her silky ginger hair flowed onto her back with majestic grace and elegance.
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"We should, I will let you do the talking for I lack experience in Imperial customs." But then things took a turn for the worst as Inquisitor Ling, finally made it to the camp with the pistol in hand. "Where are the Xenonic Scum?" He said, looking down at a Imperial Guardsmen. "I'm afraid I have no ide-" "Don't you dare lie to an Inquisitor! The Eldar are always wrapped into this Daemonic problem one way or another! So tell me, Where are they?" Though they were sufficiently far enough for the Inquisitor not to notice they were still in probable danger.
