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6/25/2016 6:52:54 PM
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Kolandra has been wandering alone through the Bloodwrath's corridors and halls for some time now, attempting at least to perform some sort of 'perimeter guard duty'. Not exactly the wisest thing to do, even if she had friendly company. Too much was going on inside her head; thousands, maybe millions of external voices and thoughts from aliens and demons alike resonated through her thoughts, from almost every corner of the tainted vessel. It unfortunately also gave the warlock a sense of how massive this haunted house of horrors really was; almost too big to comprehend as a ship. Even by Craftworld standards, they we all trapped withing a gargantuan construct.
Attempting to form some sense of clarity from all the 'thought mess', Kolandra had focussed in on a particular area within the Bloodwrath; an area that seemed to be holding a high density of imperial-minded humans, interestingly all with matching ideals. It was something at least, so she did what any naïve idiot would do and decided to track down the source of this... 'psychic equilibrium'. Soon enough, she found the camp of the Imperial Panthers.
Walking out of a winding corridor that connected to the vast chamber in which the settlement resided, the seer halted and stood at the corridor's exit, assessing the new sight she had just come across.
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The area resembled an imperial city block, but at its center was a large imperial stronghold. Many structures were within that camp, with many soldiers. There must have been around three or more companies in that camp. It was quite a lot.
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After getting a good layout of the area, Kolandra found herself at a set of crossroads. While she'd already met a few humans since her untimely arrival on board the Bloodwrath, one was friendly enough to a heretical level by imperial standards; one was likely mischievous to also be considered a heretic; and one seemed to be separate from the Imperium entirely, not even knowing what it was. But this? This was different. A new human settlement, far larger than the previous one, and equally as suspicious, scared, and xenophobic. Oh brilliant, just what she needed. Although, there was a distinct lack of fear in a certain area; the camp. Deciding to head in that direction, probably spurred on by her curiosity, Kolandra decided to stay distant by skirting alongside the vast chamber wall as she slowly made her way around the perimeter.
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Their patrols seemed light... Although she didn't feel much hate coming from the camp itself. Perhaps these gents were different from the others..? Guards along the watchtowers had already seen her sneaking about, but made nothing of it. They saw her approaching the camp, made note of it, but didn't attack her... strange. These humans were definitely worth checking out.
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Kolandra could tell that she was being noticed by at least a few people; prying curious eyes never lied. It wasn't really a surprise though; she wasn't exactly trying to stay hidden. No, jumping out unannounced all of a sudden would have surely caused some drama. Luckily and interestingly, there didn't seem to be any impending attack about to be aimed directly at her; strange. No one here knew who she was, did they? Surely they wouldn't just let a random lone Eldar stray into their territory?
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As she walked, she soon arrived at the gates of the camp. They were closed, naturally. But they recieved many visitors, so there was always someone on watch. As she approached, the marine spoke. [i]"Do you wish to come inside?"[/i] A hispanic accent laced his words, it was exotic, a sweet tune she wasn't accustomed to.
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"actually I was looking ground to see what I could find, but I suppose inside is safer than outside, considering where we are... uh, thank you for the hospitality, at least" Under her helmet, Kolandra's eyes were scaling up and down the marine standing before her, assessing what she was looking at. She hadn't seen chapter markings of this sort before. Largely black and white, matching her own attire... a successor chapter to the black templars perhaps? Or maybe not. No, black templars were second founding. Plus, that chapter despised psykers, even among human ranks. The animal stripes and predatory design only distanced the design even more to any fellow chapter. Strange, to put it lightly.
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[i]"Alright, then. Come in, Señorita."[/i] The gate opened before her, allowing her entry into the camp. For humans, they were pretty hospitable...
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Edited by Moot: 6/25/2016 10:18:40 PMBefore entering, she turned to face the marine. This behaviour coming from humans was confusing to say the least. "Do you... know what I am? I just need to make sure..."
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He chuckles. [i]"Unless you're having an effect on me, I'd say you're an eldar, Señorita. Why?"[/i] He asks nonchalantly.
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"it's just... this hospitality is unexpected, especially from the likes of space marines towards an individual like myself"
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[i]"Well we aren't like your typical space marines. All are welcome here, as long as they don't start trouble."[/i]
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Edited by Moot: 6/27/2016 5:56:33 PM"well then, I promise not to intentionally cause any trouble. Thank you" Bowing her head at the marine, she accepted the offer to pass and entered the camp, letting the input of her senses fill her mind.
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The camp was inhabited mostly by space marines, all of them sharing a somewhat similar state of mind. Although, within the camp, she sensed one mind that towered above all the others. It was like a nuclear central of raw power.
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After obtaining a full picture in her head of the surroundings, Kolandra decided to finally move towards this central 'beacon'. Along the way, she'd peer at the camping marines walking past, and they'd peer back. An equal enough exchange; no words, just looks. Unexpected indeed.
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Her journey brought her to another structure within the base. It was somewhat more regal than the others, but bore a similar architecture as the rest of the base. This was the Chapter Master's Monastery. The door was closed.
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The seer could sense the leadership within. No fear, no deceit; only remorse against the chaos, and unbreakable faith in the innocent. Approaching the doors, Kolandra stopped in her tracks and waited, pondering on questions. Wait. Would they even let her in? Surely not, this is their chapter master, or it at least feels like it. Surely they wouldn't risk it. She had no intention whatsoever to just throw the space marines' hospitality under the bus, this kind of welcome from the imperium was unheard of... ah. The bravery. Perhaps they would let her in; they had complete confidence in their leaders protection and welfare. She was just over-thinking. Of course they wouldn't see a single warlock as a threat.
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Still, the best way to find out is to knock. Nobody was rushing to stop her, swords and guns blazing, yelling like madmen. Only the routine noise of the space marines doing their work, and nothing else to it.
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Reading the instruction from others, she took a step forward, raised a lightly clenched fist, and knocked on the door. Weird. Eldar usually didn't need to knock on doors, they'd usually just peel back by themselves on approach.
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After some time, she heard footsteps coming through the door, which then slid open. The large metal door revealed the being that stood on the other side. He stood at around sixteen feet in height, clad in majestic armour, as far as space marine armours go. It was adorned by the colours of his chapter, with a few golden accents here and there. Strangely, he did not have a helmet on, which revealed his strange face. His head was that of a black panther, a species once native to terra. It had feline features, such as small, perky ears, a black coat of fur, yellow eyes, whiskers, a feline jaw, etc. There was something about him that just made him so... handsome, to the Warlock. Strange... He eyed the woman up and down. "Ah... you must be our latest guest, no?" He spelt with a suave virility in his voice, coated in the svelte accent unique to his legion.
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Kolandra was a bit taken aback by the marine's unusual look, but she kept her surprise confined to her thoughts and not her physical movements. Was it even right to call this minature titan a marine? Was he even human? Was Kolandra just unknowledgeable about homo sapiens and didn't know that some humans naturally looked like that? Questions for later perhaps. But right now, it was fascinating to her. Did they all look like this under their armour? No wonder the chapter donned beastly armour. It took a few moments before Kolandra realised she hadn't even answered the man, mesmerised by his unique abnormality. "Uh, yes. I'm the the guest for the day apparently. Chapter master, I presume?" [spoiler]holyshii, that boi is taaaall[/spoiler]
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[i]"Yes. Soy señor Valerius Caluroso, at your service..."[/i] He did a light bow, as mucb as his armour allowed him to, smirking. [i]"Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"[/i]
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Edited by Moot: 6/27/2016 6:40:35 PM"Kolandra Dailito, of Craftworld Ulthwé. Pleasure to meet you Valerius; your chapter's hospitality towards strangers is admirable, to say the least" She returned the bowing gesture as she spoke.
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"You see, Miss Kolandra, we always greet amicable strangers with open arms. Especially ones as bonito as you..." He chuckles.
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"your accent... I'm, unfamiliar with it. I've heard space marines talk before, but not in that exact linguistic..." She had an eyebrow raised under her helmet. In fact, probably more polite to take hers off too.
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"That is because it is unique to me, Señorita. You will only find it in those that descend from my Gene-Seed."
