Archon Savora stood in her throne room. How did it come to this? Her father warned her of this! Her thoughts were of him as the spire shook from the fighting going on just mere meters away from her. She barked orders arrogantly even as her forces were being decimated, her last two incubi standing tall near her, at least they were loyal enough not to kill her in hopes of mercy from her rival. High Commoragh was beautiful indeed... Savora shivered as she wondered if the afterlife in the belly of she who thirsts would be anything like it... if she was lucky to be killed that is.
"HOLD THE DOOR YOU MAGOTS!" she barked as the few mutilated human slaves and even fewer loyalist kabalites held the massive elegant doorway to her throne room. The communication just failed with the groups fighting in the hangars and the inner courtyard. This was it... Savora swallowed hard as she contemplated asking the Incubi to end her... for she doubted Malvareack would throw enough money and slaves to have her resurrected by the heamonculi, he was petty and vengeful and to be fair so was she, but he was greedy as well.
"Mistress! We cant hold em-ahhh!" a kabalite screamed as a hole was blown through the doorway, sending both kabalites and slaves alike flying as the massive wraithbone piece of art flew open, screaming in protest. Savora held her hand in front of her face as shards and pieces flew past her, her last two incubi stepping in front of her, seemingly enjoying the war and carnage and utterly oblivious to the deaths that will soon come to them. Pushing her raven hair back, Savora gasped in her armor as from the hole came the elegant figure of Malverack, the arrogant bastard was arrogant enough to just walk into her throne room of her kabal? What pained her the most was that they looked alike, both having long black hair and perfectly chiseled faces, the only difference being that he had green eyes and she had yellow.
"Savora..." he purred as the guns of the few remaining loyalists aimed at him.
"SHOOT!" she commanded. To her horror, no shots came. "SHOOT DAMN YOU!" she barked but the trueborn shivered and shook, some openly laying down their arms as Malverack's army poured in, his hierarch screaming.
"ONCE MORE ONTO THE BREACH!" The black clad hierarch shouted as more troops poured in and as more of her forces surrendered. Still to her horror Malverack's troops didnt shoot, they ran in and began encircling them. No... daddy! Daddy where are you!? Savora bit her lip as anger and fear boiled up inside her.
"ARGH!" she shouted and screamed as she rose her splinter pistol and fired wildly at her arch nemesis, her rounds bouncing harmlessly off his shadow field as he laughed, further mocking her. HOW DARE HE! HE WAS NOT WORTHY OF HER! HE WAS NO BETTER THAN A HUMAN! A THOUSAND CURSES UPON HIM! THIS WAS HER SPIRE HER KABAL HER HOME! He will NOT take it from her! By now only her incubi stood still, the fear she had apparently not present within them. She panted in impotent anger as she readied her sword. Damn it all if this is how it is going to be she will fight to the end! As if noticing this he cocked his long eyebrow at her and looked at her sideways.
"If you think this story has a happy ending... then you were not paying attention..." he said and the furious Savora felt tears come onto her furious face. "and if you think I would be kind to give you a quick death... then your father thought you poorly..." he said and giggled, his snickering turned into laughter and all of his bastard soldiers followed suit.
"STOP MOCKING ME!" She screamed as his entire kabal laughed at her face. Damn it all why was she so weak? Why was she crying... "IF MY FATHER WAS HERE HE WOULD BE THE DEATH OF YOU ALL! CURSE YOU AND MAY SLAANESH DEVOUR YOU ALL!" she spat and cursed in impotence as they continued laughing at her. Not seeing it a shadow crept up behind her, the mandrake in service to Malverack skillfully avoided the two incubi in front of her. "IF YOU THINK IM GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT YOU HAVE GOT ANOTHER THING COMMING!" was the last thing she said before she lost consciousness, being knocked out before she could spit any more obscenities at her opponents.
"Ugh..." Savora stretched as she came through. What a nightmare! She must stop eating human food, she made a mental note to herself. Still, what horrified her was the fact that this wasnt her room! The ceiling was far too short and it was obvious it was human made, for it bore no elegance nor did it have any material of Eldar origin what so ever. To make it worse she was in her combat armor but her weapons were missing. No... gods both death and those who survived no!
"Your finally awake... Now to see if Malverack's word that you are nowhere near as peaceful and serene when you are awake is true. In your sleep you are most beautiful indeed." Those words snapped her back to reality. The mere mention of that bastards name caused her to be sick in her stomach as she practically jumped, moving back in the human bed to look at the source of the voice. It was a mon'keigh! But he was no slave, as was evident by many things, his scar-less skin, his strong frame and his elegant clothes. He seemed like a noble of sorts. Still, she was furious!
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" she barked, instinctively holding her blanket to cover herself, even if she was fully clothed. "WHERE IS THAT BASTARD!? WHERE HAS HE SEND ME?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?" she barked in gothic, being for the first time in her four century long life thankful she learned it as a child... and even more thankful to her father who forced her to learn it. The human was unphased. "SPEAK SLAVE!" she commanded and to her great anger he smirked at her, his blue eyes seemingly fixated on her.
"Dont worry, he wont harm you. You are far away from him." He said and waved his hand as a human soldier, dressed in uniform appeared behind him, placing a tray full of food next to her. She bore her teeth in anger at the both of them. "Dont worry you are safe. I wont go putting needless in you or cutting your organs out." he told her with the most calm attitude which betrayed excitement and interest.
"WHERE AM I!?" she barked. He simply rose his eyebrow at her.
"Very far from Commoragh..." he told her and her heart sunk. She was out of her beloved city! Where the hell was she! Oh no! She was an exile now, wasnt she!? a fate only marginally better than mutilated slavery to her! It was as if the bastard had known. The human elegantly moved his hand and offered her food, that is to say as elegantly as his clumsy race was able to, but she only bore her teeth at him. He got up and moved to a very small, crude by Eldar standards, window and pointed to it. This taking her interest she got up and looked through it, making sure to stand as far away from him as possible. What she saw outside it shocked her to her very core. For some distance there was nothing, but at the end there was a shield of some sorts beyond which lay...
"THE SEA OF SOULS! YOU TOOK US TO THE WARP!? YOU IMBECIL!" she barked at him. The bastard was tall so she couldnt look down on him, but she was taller still. He snickered at her, insulting her greatly as he brushed his own long brown hair away.
"This is the way my kind transverses the expanses of the galaxy, miss Savora." he calmly said. She blinked at him, recalling her raids on human vessels. With very slight bow he spoke. "Welcome to the Rogue Trader ship The Pride of Terra." He made a hand gesture of some sorts. Still she was far too shocked to care. This wasnt happening! She will wake any moment now! She will awake in a slave chamber or a torture chamber but she will awake in her bellowed Commoragh! She will not spend the rest of her life, or indeed a single day aboard this accursed mon'keigh vessel! She sat down in shock. There was a moment of silence before she could accept all this. Then... she did the unthinkable.
"Please..." she began, looking sideways and refusing to accept she begged a human for something. "Just tell me..." she shivered as she spoke. "Was I worth a lot?" she said openly and turned to face him. "Was I worth a lot in slaves in riches? Just please dont tell me he gifted me to you like some discarded toy... my heart couldnt bare it!" she admitted, feeling tears come on but she wouldnt let them! she wont cry in front of this mon'keigh filth. As if sensing her pain he smirked and looked down before facing her.
"Quite a lot." he nodded with sad yet amused recognition. "10 000 human slaves and a lot of information on the imperial trade routes." he explained and she felt relieved slightly. Still... she was worth more than mere 10 000 humans, in fact she was worth more than all the humans in the galaxy! This one and in any other they may reside! "Luckily I knew a governor of a penal colony who desperately needed to rid himself of many criminals to... make accommodations for new ones, so..." he tilted his head instead of finishing his sentence.
"I see..." she said, continuing her soft approach. "What do you want of me?" she spoke, refusing to face him. "How will you defile me?" she asked, wanting to add 'how will you defile my honor' but she knew honor meant nothing to humans, hell it meant little to her own kin. As if smirking to insult her he spoke.
"Your Eldar minds are far superior to human's, right?" he asked and she looked at him. "Or at least you claim so." he added. This insulted her! HIS MERE EXISTANCE INSULTED HER!
"YOU COULD NOT COMPREHEND AN ELDAR'S MIND EVEN IF YOU HAD IT DRILLED INSIDE YOUR OWN FILTHY SKULL BY A FUCKING ORK!" she barked at him, but he took no insult and she panted before calming down. "What? Dont tell me! You are yet another one of those human males who has mommy issues and wants to find beautiful and dominant women to own you, but because you cant find any in your own filthy kind you turn to us Eldar! I even knew human slaves who were mutilated for years, castrated even! yet they still wanted to mate and loved their female owners! The males of your kind are disgusting..." she finished coldly, holding her knees to her chest defensively. He took absolutly no insult what so ever.
"Didnt you have a father? Didnt you have at least one positive male in your life? I can understand the racism but sexism..." he finally spoke trailing off. Oh by the gods why was he soooo annoying!
"MY FATHER WAS A MAN YOU CAN NOT HOPE TO BECOME EVEN IF YOU WERE YOUR PATHETIC EMPEROR HIMSELF! HE WAS PROUD! NOBLE! AND HE HAD THE GRACE OF A THOUSAND CORSAIRS IMBEDED IN HIM!" she protested, looking away and placing her forehead on her knees... she was a failiour... a disgrace to her father's proud name... she sobbed lightly as she felt his hand on her shoulder, she immediately shot her gaze up.
"I do not think that an Archon should despair as much as you do... take this opportunity and rise from the ashes..." he told her gently. "I bought you because I need advisors and what better an advisor than an Eldar Archon... except the one that you know cant betray you because her fate is now tied to your own." he told her openly and while she wanted desperately to insult him for his naivety and his stupidity, she did grudgingly admit that she needed him... if she killed him or made him fall she would most likely fall herself... since she was a long way from Commoragh indeed. "I even made Malverack give me all of your personal possessions. Your clothing and other items are in those chests." he said pointing to the half a dozen chests in the corner before moving away. "Your weapons will be returned to you the moment I am sure you wont stick them up my..." he said, nodding in acknowledgement yet wanting to keep his nobility and not use profanity. "Get acquainted with the ship and the crew..." he told her. "Because I formally welcome you to the Pride of Terra, miss Savora." He said with a very slight bow as he left her quarters, leaving her alone. Once she was sure he left Savora threw a tantrum, before turning and grabbing the pillow and crying in it as she sobbed at her destiny.