There was an awkward silence filling the air. Neither Sean or Mealaeth spoke as they tried to think of something to do. Sean was thinking of getting out of bed, but he felt his entire body protest. "This is what you get for tricking me for a power surge!" Said the annoyed deamon as he gave a sigh. "Sean, if I may ask, do you remember what your father was like?" Asked Mealaeth as she saw that he was stuck either way. Sean just shrugged, not saying anything as Mealaeth tilted her head in confusion. "Do you not know?" She asked as he shook his head.

"I don't think so. He must be dead, because he was a traitor." He said as he slumped down into the bed. "My adoptive father was a priest in the chapel I stayed at." He said as his features showed sorrow. "However, he stayed behind as the innocent population evacuated. It was then, from orbit, I watched my home world shatter." He said as she looked at him.

She than felt a small image appear in her mind. She quickly got up and grabbed his face. "What are y-" He was about to retort, only to find himself face to face with her and staring her in the eyes. She saw him. She saw the boy she had long forgotten about.


"MOVE MOVE MOVE!" Shouted the guards as they rushed through the halls of the craftworld's defense matrix's. "They've been spotted at the far eastern side! Blast the mon'kiegh!" Shouted gunners and loaders as they moved quick in operating their stations. She was only a junior representative in the council as she was with her mother. "Remember dear. Just as I taught you." She whispered as Mealaeth nodded. She closed her eyes and saw the blurry images.

Hulking mutant soldiers marching across halls, men and women holding themselves as they cower in fear at the assault of the ship. Then a boy. He was running back and forth, carrying munitions and aid to the soldiers and mutants. "Their not an assault vessel!" She said, whipping toward her mother. "What are they then?" She asked as the guns started to ceased fire for a moment, the operators listening close. "A refuge ship, from what it seems. They don't have major armaments and they had came from the power surge in the imperial sectors." She said as they vessel was attempting to hold itself together behind her eyes. Engineers rushed for repair, while they prepared small landing craft that could easily be shot out due to the little covering fire.

"That would mean they came from a shattered planet." Her mother whispered as a commander stood on deck. "Not worth the time, or ammo. Boost shields and continue onward, we must monitor and control any further necron outbreaks." Spoke the commander as the guns came to a complete halt and they started to speed onward.

Within the fading lights of her vision, she saw him. The boy was perhaps around 15, maybe more. He than stopped as if he was listening to something, then stared right at her within the vision. She quickly stopped as she had felt fear run through her. It was astonishingly scary at how he just looked at her with no emotion. Not anger, fear, sorrow. He had just turned to her.

In an odd way, she felt like she would see him again.


She pushed back as she looked at him in surprise. "You're him." She whispered as she collapsed in the chair she had risen up from before. He was rubbing his cheeks and face he looked over at her. "What do you mean?" He asked as she turned her head to avoid eye contact.

"Congratulations, another one thinks you're a monster." Said the deamon as he growled. She looked back to him and saw in staring down at the sheets. "You must think I'm a monster." He said, somewhat buying into the deamon's charade. Mealaeth heart leap to her throat as she bolted upward and leaned onto the bed frame. "NO!" She yelled, surprising both herself, and the cursed guardsman.

They stared at each other for a minute only for Sean to look away. "Thanks." He muttered as Mealaeth let out a sigh. Her face was warm and she acted a little too unprofessional.

Sean was wondering why a eldar had so much interest in him. The deamon on the other hand wasn't helping much with his thoughts. "Don't get your hopes up, she's xenos and you're human. You don't want to disappoint your god. Do you?" It said in a teasing tone. He growled softly as Mealaeth turned her attention to him.

"Sorry." He said as he had noticed the attention. "It torments me sometimes." He said as Mealaeth frowned. She looked at him with concern as he just closed his eyes and leaned back further onto the bed. "Any way to silence her? Even for a moment?" Asked the eldar as he hummed. "One: I throw myself out an airlock to plummet into the orbit of a planet. How's that?" He asked as she rolled her eyes once more.

He gave a sigh as he knew he could never have silence. Mealaeth than got up and turned to him. She walked the side of the bed and grabbed his hand. She than left after slipping something in it. He looked at it and smiled. A small charm, it fit snugly in his palm as he heard the annoyed voice of a deamon demanding him to drop it.

He felt his eyes shut and her voice fade. For a second time in is adult life, he would sleep soundly, however a dream he never thought possible would appear.


He awoke to a soft, pleasing atmosphere. He slowly rose from the bed and noticed they hadn't moved him into a barracks or a chapel. He slowly looked around, scanning what brought the atmosphere. Simple layouts or bits and bobbles that brought the room to life, and an unknown history. The patch on his kasrkin uniform, pressed into a display case propped on a frame. A sword, hug up crossing with a staff. Finally, an iron halo, placed on top of the dresser in front of his bed. He had no idea were he was, but he assumed a commanders quarters.

Something wasn't right and he wanted to find out. He tried to get up, only for something to stop him, or someone. He looked down and felt his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. A certain eldar council member was in his bed, and under the sheets. He looked down and saw her soft, dark red hair and knifed ears. "It's too early..." She grumbled as she hugged him closer. He wanted to run, knock her off and scream, but he felt calm about it.

He couldn't even panic like he was trying to tell himself as he knew this isn't what his emperor wanted. "This could be yours." Whispered a voice as he looked around. "Heed yourself vessel, listen and obey." Said the voice as the room went dark, time freezing around him as an entity appeared. "Mortal. Do you know how I am?" Asked the figure as shadows bend around him as he squinted his eyes at it."No idea. You don't look like my deamon." He hissed as the figure as formed. Clad in a silvery armor and wielding a sword, white flames sprouting out of him at every opening. It stared at him as Sean glared back.

"I am Ynnead, god of death and whispers. I wish to converse." He said as he set his sword into a resting position. "Not sure that your a god. Never heard of the chaos god of death yet." He said as the being before him hissed. "I am no god of chaos fool. I am an Aeldari god. I have been trapped within the webways of my broken empire too long, now I wish to reforge what we have lost." He said Sean rolled his eyes.

"Let me guess. You want me to help?" He asked with a bored expression on his face. "Yes. You contain a will that can stave of a new lord of chaos. Now that I-" Sean quickly cut him off with a yawn and looked at him. "You want me to X for Y to get Z. Right?" He asked as the eldar god gave a growl. He was obviously trying to struggle with keeping his composure.

"You COULD save and entire species. Perhaps even unite your own people and god with us." He said as Sean gave a nod. "I could, but why?" He asked as the god pointed at the frozen women in his lap. "Perhaps her life could be extended beyond that of death. As you should know: us Aeldari are hunted by Slaanesh." He spoke as he walked forward and stopped at the bed foot. "So you know very well who will be behind her demise, unless you help me." He said as Sean frowned at him. He didn't know why, but it was actually compelling.

He frowned as he looked down at eldar in his lap. He tried, and failed, to resist as he observed her soft features. He honestly was lost in the subtle beauty as he turned back to god. "And if I refuse?" He asked as the god hummed. "You won't, unless you wish for the death of a species that may provide benefit to the mon'kiegh if they discover you are my vessel." He said rounding the bed and stopped next to him. He offered a hand as he looked at him.

"You'll be given a fragment of my power on first offer, until you can handle more, it will be all your getting." He said as Sean looked at the offered hand. He glanced at the woman in his sheets, then back at the god. He slowly outstretched his hand, but was stopped by something. "Halt!" Shouted a dark entity as it ripped through the fabric of the dream. "He is my vessel! I command him and only I may allow him to partner with you!" Shouted the deamon as Sean frowned.

"As a side note: I'm not as annoying as she is." He said as Sean was now suddenly extremely tempted as his hand reached further out. "Even then, I'll never disappear! I could even disrupt his influence!" They than started arguing. Sean now just sat there, his arm had dropped as he sighed. When he finally had enough he clearly stated it.

"ENOUGH!" He shouted as he looked at them. "You speak as if my opinion doesn't matter. Well guess what? It does!" He said as he slipped out from under Mealaeth. His feet hit the floor and he looked at them. "I don't want either of you in my head! Gods, deamons, and all that corrupt shit can go away. My faith is to my emperor!" He shouted as he looked at each one of them. "And I will kill myself before I let either of you take control." He growled as each entity grumbled. "So I wanna say that if y'all want to stick around, that's fine, but I might not live as long as you think." He hissed as each one just gave defeat grumbled as he felt each one fade as he slipped back into his previous position.

Sadly though, the dream was ending, but he somehow enjoyed the argument. It made him feel like he had control again. He slowly faded back to reality as he awakened.


Mealaeth has to admit; the shower facilities the humans had, bested there camp's as she felt discouraged to bathe in a river for all to see. She and some fellow wraiths and council had taken to Sean's personal infirmary, seeing as they weren't allowed anywhere else without prying eyes. Suddenly she detected a sense of confusion and pondering among the fold. "Sisters, I sense one of you have some distress." She spoke as the soldiers gave either hums or questioning looks.

"It was me council woman." Spoke a wraith, stepping forward as she spoke. It was Telria as she looked at Mealaeth. "What answer would ease your mind?" She asked a Telria frowned. "It might just be paranoia, but what if Sean had awoken and is observing us with his powers?" She asked as Mealaeth gave a chuckle.

"Impossible. I had given him a sleep charm so he should have a long peaceful rest." She said as she knew the small soul shards in the charm can calm the mind of all. Suddenly, a presence made itself know within the shower room. She felt it as she now had a sneaking suspicion. "Now he may be trying." She said as everyone in the showers geared up to fight the man. Mealaeth observered the next room over and noticed him awake, however not viewing nor idle in vision.

He was busy getting out of bed. "Never mind, he may have just woken up." She said as most of the soldiers stashed away their weapons. A sudden yelp was heard as Mealaeth and the rest of the eldar, now quickly equipped themselves once more.

Mealaeth only had time grab her warp staff and her towel, as the sense of urgency was amplified as another yell was heard. When the rushed out though, they saw him standing and stretching. Another pop filled the air as he finished his stretch and looked at them. A entire room of half naked female warriors traded his glance.

He let an audible gulp escape him; and before he could say a word Mealaeth, flustered and embarrassed, yelled and used her powers to slam him against the infirmary wall. He at least didn't need to stretch anymore. The women retreated back into the showers grumbling and resisting the urge to flay the skin off his body. As he managed to peel himself off the wall, he groaned as he looked at the last eldar. Mealaeth and Telria.

He didn't get up as Telria walked over, malice radiating off her. He honestly had no idea what was happening. He managed to scramble onto his back and slowly backed away at her approach. Eventually, his back hit the wall he was slammed on and watched as the wraith slowly walked to him.

He was confused and too scared to be aroused by the woman, since the only thing that clung to her was a towel, as she closed the gap between them. When she stopped, she looked at the man with fierce embarrassment displayed on her face as he turned his head and muttered. "I-I'm sorry?" He said. Instantly a sword hit the wall next to his head as he winced. "Don't you apologize for something you had no control over!" She screamed as she returned to the showers. He was even more confused than scared now as Mealaeth followed.

"I'll never understand women. Eldar women on the other hand; are realms I'll never try to explore even with protection." He muttered as he rose off the floor. From here it felt like normal operations may finally begin.

The eldar slowly trickled out of the showers, casting glares at him as they were now fully equip in their armors and clothes. When Telria and Mealaeth walked out, he shrunk. He was honestly scared of them, mostly because he just didn't want to die remembered as a pervert AND heretic.

Telria and Mealaeth took mercy on him, seeing a guardsman so young act in such a way meant he at least knew that it was somewhat disrespectful. They didn't really freak out due to the misunderstanding, but it felt like he was staring at them. Truth be told he was, specifically Telria and Mealaeth. Mealaeth had the curves and edges that flowed beautifully and naturally that made her seem like a model. Telria was more muscular and toned, giving her a more bulky look along her curves, yet he found himself almost fantasizing odd images about them. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Telria.

Just as he turned around, her other hand made friends with the side of his face as the impact made a loud smack. "Ow!" He yelped as Telria pulled back. "Next time: don't stare." She grumbled as Sean frowned. "Don't blame me when a mob of half naked women rush in at the same time and I instinctively looked." He hummed as he rubbed his cheek.

"You did take extra time "reacting" to me and the council." She accused as he winced. Any poor word choice could make him seem like a creep. "Just play classic romantic. After all: I wanna here some cheesy explanations." Said his deamon as he winced at her voice. "I-I didn't know what to do. I-It's just that..." he said looking at her and Mealaeth.

"I've never seen xenos so beautiful."

"SMACK!"