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6/20/2016 5:02:59 PM
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"Sure, sure. I'm just going by instinct. I don't know for sure.."
[i]Of course I do. What other ship would be this fücking bad? Besides, I'm pretty sure I've seen the walls move. Ugh. Who knows, maybe I'm just going insane? I mean, who wouldn't go insane in a situation like this? ME. Fück insanity. I'm a damn Black Templar.[/i]
"Although, if I'm not wrong... Yeah.. Bad things will happen. Now, let's get going before we're killed or something, yes? Chop chop."
The man starts walking forwards, resuming his trek through the dark hallways, albeit slowly; his new... Acquaintance hadn't joined him at his side yet, after all.
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Kolandra thought it best to just walk along behind at this point, keeping the distance between them the same. He had the front, she had the back. Him with his bolter, her with her witchblade. Rather than speak, she just listened. Listened to anything she could; the clang of metal against metal, the distant voices that could be heard, the faint hum of what could be engines, the creaking of ancient struts and supports, the jingling of her runes against spirit stones and robes, the silent flapping of the templar's marks and sigils before her. Anything really. It was all rather peaceful, in an odd contradictory way.
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The very faint growling of his Chainsword was a part of the symphony of noise, the teeth slowly spinning along the blade. "So... I've been a bit curious since I ran into you... What kind of culture do the Eldar have?" The man silently asked, genuinely curious sounding, his pace speeding up a bit now that he was certain that the Eldar was following him.
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Kolandra's eyes narrowed under her helmet. She was admittedly a bit taken aback by the question; it wasn't at all like a black templar to ponder for such knowledge; only inquisitors asked such things. Admittedly she'd never encountered a black templar before now, but he had encountered enough other chapters to know that all space marines ever usually thought about was how to purge heresy or die trying. "For what purpose exaclty? Do you plan to use such knowledge against us once you escape? Or am I supposed to believe that you're simply 'intrigued'?"
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"Truthfully, I'm actually curious for once. This is probably the longest... Casual conversation I've had in a while, so why not try new things like amassing knowledge?" The man said honestly and fairly casually, though he did understand her suspicion. It's not every day that you see a Space Marine wanting to amass knowledge. [spoiler]Yes. I'm a Heretic, I know. [/spoiler]
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While still cautious, Kolandra couldn't help but feel her younger inquisitive self bubble up inside. Even as an Eldar herself, her own society and all its stories it had to tell fascinated her greatly, and she always found a sense of joy from sharing it's eon-old wisdom to younger minds. "Very well, I suppose there isn't much else to do anyway... I'm afraid the answer to your question isn't as simple as you'd probably like; there are many avenues I could talk about. History, lifestyle, ambitions, technology, you name it... what specifically interests you?"
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"Out of all possible choices, I must choose a truly fascinating one; history."
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Edited by Moot: 6/20/2016 6:53:23 PM"wise choice... as the inquisitors know, the Eldar once ruled over an empire that spanned the full length of the galaxy and all it had to offer. The richest of society could have entire star systems forged in their name and valour. It was truly a time of prosperity and miracles, a time where Humanity had barely learned to walk on less than all fours, a time where the gods we sing of today were still alive and well. But, like all great things, it did not last." "The Eldar of this empire thrived on a lifestyle in which every individual attempted to experience as many pleasures as they possibly could in a lifetime. What grew from this was a society in which sadistic and selfish ambition were praised. It was barbaric, yet our race was blind to what we were becoming... well, most of our race. Some Eldar came to realise that our rich society birthed nothing but hatred and a complete lack of love and unity towards one another: every Eldar only lived to satisfy themselves and no one else, not even family." "These Eldar who saw the error of our ways decided to abandon society and go live more peaceful lives upon the maiden worlds that dot the edges of the galaxy. Due to their wisdom and wise choice of leaving society behind, many of those Eldar still live today. They were clever enough to see what we would give rise to..." "Eventually, the cumulative hubris and selfishness of our empire caused a new chaos god to be born within the hellfires of the Warp: Slaanesh, she who thirsts. Her birth caused a monstrous shockwave to ripple through the entire galaxy. It killed billions within a matter of perilous seconds, and ultimately caused our once mighty empire to crumble. The Eldar's collective hate and blindness had ultimately doomed our race. We were responsible for the fall, and the shockwave's might birthed it's own horror: the Eye of Terror." "Of course, some of our race: the Farseers of old, had predicted the birth of Slaanesh long before it truly occurred. These Eldar constructed the many craftworlds within which remnants of our species survived and outran Slaanesh's birthing wrath. My home craftworld of Ulthwé however became caught in the eye of terror as it came into being... now, the craftworld is forever trapped, strong enough to resist falling entirely into the Warp, but not strong enough to truly escape it's fires. As a result, my people battle the invading forces of chaos day and night, for what may be an eternity..."
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The man stays silent as the Eldar tells the tale of her people's history, listening with great interest and curiousity. Once she finished, he took a deep breath, and said, "That was extremely interesting... I'm glad that I ran into you, honestly. Even if you backstab me later down the line; this history lesson was worth it."
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"well, thank you for the interest... and don't worry, I'm not prone to backstabbing unless you're either a Necron or unless I sense you harbouring similarly traitorous thoughts... is there anything else you want to know? It's been quite some time since I was last allowed to speak freely to someone actually willing to listen"
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The very faint sound of joyous voices was heard in the distance, like there were people, having a good time. Or, well, a generally okay time. "Oh? Hear that? Civilization.. Well, suppose we still have time for another question.. No need to thank me for being interested, by the way.. Tell me about your beliefs, if you wouldn't mind."
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Edited by Moot: 6/20/2016 8:12:11 PM"our beliefs? Well, I suppose they're fairly similar to the religious beliefs of other races... the Eldar believe in several gods, nearly all of which however were slain by Slaanesh during the war of heaven, shortly after her birth. The only gods of ours to survive to this day are Cegorach, Isha, and Khaine." "Isha is the goddess of the harvest. She is the mother of our race, being the Goddess who physically created our very first ancestors. Craftworld Ulthwé's worship of her is greater than that of any other Crafyworld, for we see our creation into this realm as our greatest gift. Many eons ago, when our gods walked freely among our people, Isha's daughter, Lileath, dreamt that one day the Eldar would rise up against and defeat Khaine, the god of war. Khaine took this as a foresight into the inevitable future, and so he attempted to prevent his demise by waging war upon the Eldar to wipe us out. This act of genocide caused Isha to beg to Asuryan, king of the gods, to stop Khaine's slaughter. In response, Asuryan created a barrier that forever separated mortals from gods... and while this worked in halting Khaine's rampage, it meant that Isha would never be able to see her children again; us... she wept and wept, and from her tears came the spirit stones: arguably the most vital piece of technology the Eldar possess." "Cegorach is the laughing god. He was a trickster and an artist among our pantheon of gods. When Slaanesh was born, Cegorach fled from her into the Webway, where he currently resides today. The Eldar harlequins are worshipers of him, and they have the greatest of privileges to speak directly to him. Having survived Slaanesh's wrath, Cegorach is the only God of our pantheon to still possess his original form." "Khaine, as stated before, is the god of war and murder. When Slaanesh was born, it was Khaine who rose up to fight her. The two deities waged a war within the fires of the Warp that raged and raged... But, powered by our fallen empire's selfishness and sadistic ways, Slaanesh eventually defeated Khaine. However, she was not strong enough to kill him. Instead, Slaanesh shattered Khaine's body into a million fragments that flew out of the Warp and took root into the cores of every craftworld that lives today." "When the Eldar summon an avatar of Khaine into battle, it is a literal fragment of our once mighty God of war; plucked straight from the core of our craftworld; a walking shard of his boundless wrath... there are far more stories to tell of our transcendent pantheon, but those can wait..."
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The man, once again, had listened in silence, loving the feeling of his questions being answered so well; his curiousity being sated. He adored it. His feelings of joy and other... Happy stuff were pushed back down when he went around a corner, and exited a darkway into a very light area, it almost being blinding. There were makeshift houses, tents, and other things. Actually, I don't know what there was because it was never described to me. People wandered around the area, some talking to each other, others meditating or performing maintenance on their equipment. Point is, there was civilization! People! The man stopped, his eyes adjusting to the change in lighting as he spoke, "And here we are..."
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Kolandra stopped besides Skatai, her mind instantly drawing attention to the scene before them. "what the-- how did this-- ok... [i]this[/i], is unexpected"
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"I... I don't know what I expected, honestly, but it sure as hell wasn't a boy scouts camp." The man chuckles, looking over the 'boy scouts camp' with some mild curiosity. "Looks... okay, I guess. Perimeter being patrolled, as far as I can see.. And with all of these folks, we're.. Damn. I wouldn't be surprised if every Imperial on this ship is here, honestly."
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Kolandra gulped. One space marine on board a ship she had no way off was almost too much already, but an entire camp of xenophobic imperial humans? "... Oh dear"
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"I could keep you safe, probably. Somehow. Doubt anyone would assault an accomplice of a Black Templar. But then again, you are still a Xeno. My favourite Xeno but still a Xeno..." The Space Marine turned his head to look at the woman next to him, and spoke softly, "I'll do my best to keep you safe."
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Edited by Moot: 6/20/2016 8:58:56 PMShe crossed her arms over her chest and huffed in a frustrating manner as the marine turned to her, almost like a child being told off. "Oh wow, I'm [i]soo[/i] flattered" Even though her remark came with a tone of sarcasm, inside, Kolandra was greatful that there was at least one person nearby who she might be able to count on. She also felt a hint of flattery at being called a 'favourite xeno', even if the word xeno was typically used in an insulting context by humans.
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The Marine looked away, and at the ground, muttering the word 'ouch' to himself. He felt a jab at his poor feelings, too. Basically, his feelings were hurt because he's a whiny little bitch.
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The warlock could sense the feelings of pity and rejection within. "... Wow, really? What kind of organs do they give you guys, extra ovaries?... ok, my apologies. You're actually a lot better than I was expecting."
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/20/2016 9:19:15 PM"Yeah, well, you are too. I guess. At least you haven't tried to murder me, which is a definite plus. And you make for some good company." The man's Chainsword slides back into his arm, a series of clicks following, and his hand was back.
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The templar's arm had been intriguing to Kolandra for some time now, her curiosity about it scratching at her. "... what happened to your arm, if I may ask?"
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The man clenches his prosthetic hand into a fist, but swiftly let go. He wiggles his fingers a little, thinking of answer. "Ripped off by a Tyranid..."
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Edited by Moot: 6/20/2016 9:38:31 PM"ouch... I'm, sorry to hear that... shame that I don't hail from Alaitoc. If I did, then maybe I'd be able to relate to something like that. I've never encountered the Tyranids before; they're perhaps one of the only threats out there that truly scare me... it's the idea that they're potentially infinite in number haunts me. We have no clue as to wether this galaxy is just the latest in thousands of other galaxies they've rampaged across..."
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"You're lucky that you haven't run into one yet. Bastards are.. Shall we just say... Unpleasant. Very unpleasant. Worst thing is that they're a hivemind so when one sees you, they all know you're there. And it allows for highly strategic group attacks."
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"yeah, I've heard... Eldrad and the other Farseers of Ulthwé's seer counsil once tried to destroy the Hivemind by psychic means, channelling their combined detective thoughts towards it. Barely even started before one of the seers already went insane and they had to pull out of any further attempts... what could possibly possess such a strong unbreakable mind?"
