Poet of War

by Kinkynafnaf

Lenier is an Exodite Eldar, her planet has been wiped clean of their existence and she is aboard an Imperial ship with no idea as to why.

1. Captured

I do not own Warhammer or any of the world's it has within it. This story was made for fun

Warhammer Fan fiction – The Poet of War Rated M for Mature

Part 1 - Captured

Lenier sat on the maiden world and looked up at the purple-blue sky chewing a bit of wheat. Life was simple here and it made sense, there were no worries or attacks upon them and they made no quarrels with anyone. Visitors came through the webway to speak of the lives outside of the planet, so they were still in tune with the universe, but they did not stay long. Lenier got bored watching the sky and skipped away to find their herds of dragons. She was lithe, and every movement was timed perfectly to get the most out of each leap and was soon at the gate of her parent's house. Neither were home so she snuck into the field of dragons that grazed peacefully. Her favourite padded up to see her and purred as she stroked its head, "would you like to go for a flight my dear?" Lenier asked and the dragon responded with a louder purr. Lenier climbed on and with a flap of its almighty wings the dragon ascended into the sky.

The dragon flew steadily as the upper winds tugged in Lenier's long hair. She enjoyed their flights together; they gave her time to think. She thought of her family; her mother and father, and then thought of the Paths she had taken. She had taken the Bonesinger Path first and held that mark upon her face as testament to it. She'd then taken the Ranger Path, so she might channel her anger in a more effective way and had been in only one battle. She was now on the Path of the Poet. It was peaceful and calm and allowed for her better, happier feelings to be channelled. She held her yellow waystone in her hand, embracing its warmth and looking at its glimmering exterior. Lenier wanted to stay this way forever.

Suddenly the dragon jolted, it was tense, and she knew if the dragon dived she would fall to her death. She stayed calm and stroked its neck; "Ssh, calm my dear, there's nothing to fear, I would have felt their psyches by now". Then she felt it, a shockwave of something coming through the webway. It could've been the Imperial Guard; they had learnt to engineer vehicles that could go through it with harming those inside them. Or worse, it could be the Dark Eldar. Her people had survived The Fall because they'd gone to the maiden worlds, but they had survived by hiding deep in the depths of the warp. They were slaves to She Who Thirsts, and enjoyed every horrible ounce of pain they could get from their prey. She hoped it was the Imperial Guard, as they were often open to peace. The dragon jolted again and she could feel it tensing for a dive, "no my dear, you mustn't dive, we must stay up here and only join the fray if need-" upon hearing the word dive the dragon plummeted with Lenier holding on for her life to a slick metallic spine. "PULL UP! PULL UP OR WE'LL DIE!" She screamed, but her words were lost to the roar of the wind speeding by. There was only one way to escape a splattered death, and she took it. Dragons dive in a U shape, and at the lowest point she would jump off and join her comrades in whatever escapade had come to her home.

She leapt off and landed with a roll. She looked to the webway portal and saw a line of green grey uniforms walking across the horizon. With her fears of the Dark Eldar elevated she walked up to see them. There was no one else walking up to greet them though. Where were they? Then she saw a body lying in a field, it was a child and she changed direction to meet him. Lenier called out as she walked, "Hey! Have you any idea as to what is happening?" but the child remained silent. As she got closer she saw he was facing down on the grass. She pulled him to face up and found he was without any life in his eyes. His waystone was grey and the child was dead. Lenier ran back to her home. She had not trained as a soldier so that her talents as one would be wasted. Lenier slammed the door of her house open and grabbed her shuriken pistol and laser rifle. She clambered up to the roof of her dead home and settled into a space she could snipe from.

The shot lined up to the tallest figure walking in the line, and was fired without a moment's hesitation or doubt. He fell and the Imperial Guard stopped their assault. Lenier reloaded and lined up her shot to her next victim. It was the last person of the line to the left. He was but a subordinate but it would still add to the disarray. He fell and she fired her next shot at the last man of the line on the right and missed. It was the first time this had happened. She lined up again, fired and he fell. The line started to move once more though, and they had worked out where she was. Lenier left the roof of her home and grabbed her Ranger uniform. These clothes had the ability to make her disappear, and were as light as a feather. With her pistol, rifle and long knives placed about her she left her home. She was not Lenier the Poet anymore; she was Lenier the Ranger, silent and deadly. She disappeared from her enemies sights and walked toward them.

She removed her pistol from its holster and began to run. Lenier picked out a queue of victims to be killed in a certain order. She started to pick them off and the Imperial Guard stopped once more, looking for their invisible adversary. She zigzagged as she ran; so as to make it look like there were more of her than there really was. They didn't see her until she threw her cloak away, leaping into the air with her blades outstretched. She sliced tendons, as she did not want to kill them just yet; she wanted answers as to the genocide of her people. They soon surrounded her though and then with one shot from a science officer she was stunned and harmless. All was black.

Lenier woke in a room of grey, behind glass. She immediately stood and rammed the glass, only to find it was diamond filament. She rubbed her shoulder and tried to think of where she was. It was grey and mechanical and did not have species of her intelligence nearby. She was a captive aboard an Imperial Guard ship. Lenier knew they did not like the company of mutants and aliens, but that was just the ignorance of man. They could not appreciate the gifts some have, so they call them mutants or aliens. Lenier heard footsteps coming, and in a split second had a plan. She climbed back into her bed and remained still. Before long the footsteps walked up to her and she was inspected. She heard the scribble of pen on paper, and the footsteps turned to walk away. As they were doing so she snuck from the bed, grabbed the white coated human and removed his gun from his holster, all in one fluid movement. "Where am I?" She snarled into his ear.

"You are aboard the Imperial Ship Victorious." He stuttered.

"How arrogant, you weren't victorious in genocide because I am still alive. What happened to my people?" Lenier pushed the gun into his neck.

"We tried a new weapon, a Psychosomatic Blast Wave. It fried the brain stems of the Eldar."

"Why did you do it? We're no threat; we're Exodites for Isha's sake!"

"You had a planet we needed and so we took it. You were perfect subjects to test the new weapon on."

"Why did I survive?"

"That's what I was going to ask you."

"So why are you keeping me here?"

"For experiments, the Imperial Guard would not waste a chance to learn you secrets and techniques."

"This is my last question, where is the webway gate in this ship?"

"We don't have one-"

"Don't you lie to me; I could kill you with this gun or with my own hands or both, so if you lie, you will get the option as to which one you want to die by."

"It's down the hall and on the left."

"Good, now you're coming with me." Lenier began to march him down the corridor with the gun at his back and strode toward the webway. "You do know they'll just replace me, hostages don't work in the Imperial Guard; we are many so there is no individuality. Red alert, a prisoner has escaped!" He cried. Sirens screeched as the corridor turned red. Lenier shoved him away and ran for the webway. "Don't kill her!" she heard him cry as soldiers chased after her. She shot at the soldiers' feet to slow them down. Her speed was amazing and she soon lost them. Before her stood the webway gate, behind her sounded a stun shot and everything was black again.

Lenier woke in the bed and room of grey and saw a host of white coated humans staring in at her. She sat up and stared back, slowly leaving the bed to walk calmly to the window. She hadn't had much contact with humans, but she didn't regret that either. They were primitive, aggressive and lacked potential. She put her hands upon the glass and sat cross legged, enjoying a staring contest and test of wills with these creatures. One walked away and she heard him over the intercom, "We have some questions for you. You will answer and in return we will give an answer to you. Do you comply?" Lenier nodded and began to pace. "First question, do you have any reasoning behind you sense of style?" Lenier looked at herself, she was wearing a shirt that looked like a waist coat and showed a lot of her chest, with a pair of trousers that accentuated her long legs but flowed so as to keep them free. Lenier just shrugged, "It looks nice. I'm a poet; I like to keep my colours in flow with whatever I'm writing."

"We've seen footage of you fighting our troops, how can a poet be a soldier?"

"I am no soldier; I am Ranger of the Exodites. It is a Path I chose to channel my anger, but it was the simplest as I am not a particularly angry person."

"That's all we need for today, we'll see you tomorrow or later to talk some more. Is there any information you would like to know?"

"What has my planet become since your genocide?"

"A breeding planet from the Imperial Empire" deep inside Lenier fumed, her home was now a planet of procreation for a species as intelligent as her left toe. Her calm exterior did not change though,"May I have some form of stimulation for my psyche? As I get bored very easily"

"We will give you a gym to keep you in shape. Good bye." And with that the white coats walked away and a small door opened and out rolled some dumbbells and from the ceiling dropped a punch bag.

Lenier sat on her bed. She knew she was being watched, but didn't want to do anything to raise suspicion. Then a thought came to her, she would show them just how powerful she was. She lifted a dumbbell with her thoughts alone and pulled it close so she could look at it. It was cold and rough against her smooth hands. She placed it on the floor and stared at it. Slowly, it came apart and began to float around her. She looked at every piece taking in its shape and what it did. It then put itself back together and she inspected the punch bag. It was the Imperialistic mundane grey and looked heavy. Lenier looked at it with intrigue, and figured that she'd have to hit it to make something happen. She took up a fighting stance and jumped back and forth of her tiptoes. Her back leg swung out and smacked the punch bag, making it fly across her cell. She looked over her shoulder to the camera in the corner, "The power of the Eldar Exodites is second to none; we have honed our abilities to the point of perfection. That is my proof." Lenier pointed to the punch bag, smiling.