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The Necron Lord wrapped the new cloak around his body, clasping it to his neck. It was a pristine cloak, made from black cloth, sewn with a green trim all around. The symbol of the necron ankh, in the center of the back area of the cloak. After doing some bartering with the local tailor (and perhaps giving him a mindshackle scarab for his troubles, when Thelinda wasn't looking). It was sewn rather quickly, only taking 30 minutes (due to same mindshackle scarab, subtly suggesting the tailor to do it as fast as possible) After fumbling around with it for several moments, he had finally covered himself up nearly completely, only exposing his face and his staff, which glowed dimly with green energy.
"These clothes will suffice." He said, stepping into what the kaldorei had called sandals. She brushed out his cloak a little bit, before stepping back, sizing him up. She smiled, before they left the small shop.
"Very well. It is unfortunate that we had to come here in the middle of a storm." Thelinda said, looking forward, where it was pouring buckets of rain, with the occasional thunderclap, making it even moodier outside, even though it wasn't even night yet.
"Weather is something that does not affect me. Regardless, we shall seek shelter if you require it." He said, as he tested the items called sandals, that now adorned his feet, taking several steps around. It muffled his footsteps, which was good. It also didnt leave such noticeable tracks, though he wondered if it constricted his movement to a degree where it would be debilitating.
Looking fancy, Mister Necron Lord. The shard snorted. He glanced at the shard, which was kept in his new cloak.
Quiet you. He growled back, silencing the shard. For now at least. The Nightbringer was less talkative during the boat ride, though his did vent his frustration shortly before. Said frustration was at the state of the other c'tan, saying that 'The deceiver is still masterbating himself silly because he's a fucking loser, the void dragon is still the emperors bitch, the flayers fucking dead, no one knows where the outsider is, and neither does the worldmaker. The burning one is still burning things, but even I don't know where the fuck he is. Oh yeah, and the rest of the c'tan me and the outsider ate, because the deceiver is a fucking retard, and the reason we got pokeballed into oblivion.' And while the Necron Lord asked what 'Pokeballed' meant, he simply replied with '4th degree warp fuckery.' So in short, the Nightbringer was not too happy.
"There is an tavern nearby. We could visit." She suggested. He looked down at her, and then looked away, clicking his staff onto the soft ground.
"It is not me who requires rest. It is you." He said, and she shot him a glance, before the two made a dash for the Inn. The rain pelted his Necrodermis skin, soaking his black and green cloak. While the rain would do little to harm him, he ran anyways, just to be on the safe side. They reached the tavern, hiding underneath the roof of the building. He took a look around, reading the sign.
"Fish Eye Tavern." He mumbled to himself, as they shook themselves clean of water, though it did not help that much. They stepped inside the hearty tavern. Heat assaulted his sensors, and he recalibrated them to handle the sudden change. Many people were there, most eating their food, though he did earn several curious glances. He adjusted his cloak so only his face and staff could be seen, and besides, the cloak was so masterfully sewn, that the cloak provided a shadow over most of his face, only revealing his two green eyes. He considered getting something to cover his hands when he tried to keep his identity hidden.
"Would you like something to eat?" She asked quietly, as they headed to a nearby table. They sat down, and The Necron Lord looked at the rather clean window, seeing the pouring rain outside.
"Food is not necessary for my survival." He said blankly, carefully laying his staff on his lap, careful not to accidentally to fire the gauss attachment. She sighed, as a waiter came over. He lowered his head and fazed out, as he began to sink deeper and deeper in his thoughts. Suddenly, he had an idea.
Nightbringer. Do you know the location of the others? He asked, looking at the shard, still kept safe within his cloak.
Hmph. It's possible, but it's going to be very taxing on my powers. I can't psychically peak in, otherwise those wards are going to pummel me, but I'll try. It said simply, before going quiet. He could feel the air getting slightly colder, and he could practically feel the confused and worried glance from the night elf, even though his eyes were hidden by the cloak. He didn't pay too much attention to this, however, and continued to wait patiently. He demanded a system check from the nano scarabs, and they scuttled out of the Phylactery, checking his systems. One of the nano scarabs scuttled onto his face, adjusting his eye pieces. He looked up, seeing the waiter was now about to leave. Thelinda looked him straight in the eyes, well, one of them anyways, as the other was covered by the nano scarab that was currently adjusting his optics, and he could already feel the tirade of questions coming from her. The second the waiter left, she exploded in a tidal wave of whispered questions. His audio receptors were overclocked, as they tried to pick up each and every word she said, and for this, he got quite an earful. He put up a hand, and she shut her mouth. He lowered his hand.
"If you wish to ask questions, then ask them one at a time. You are overworking my audio receptors." He said softly, though he earned a confused glance from the night elf. She then sighed, before looking at the scuttling nano scarab still on his face.
"What are those spiders?" She asked, waving to the nano scarab. The nano scarab scuttled off of his face, and then scuttled down into his open hand.
"This is a nano scarab. They are self sufficient nano machines, that help regenerate my Necrodermis. Should I become too damaged for my Necrodermis to regenerate by itself, then the nano scarabs will help it. They reside in the Phylactery." He said, pulling down his cloak partially, tapping on the Phylactery. Dozens of nano scarabs swarmed out, swarming over his hand. He shooed them back into the charm, before pulling his cloak back up. She still had the confused look on her face.
"Is my explanation not satisfactory?" He asked, and she sighed, leaning back in her chair.
"No, but I never imagined this would happen." She snorted. He would smile if he could.
"Neither did I." He replied, ending the conversation, as the waiter returned, a steaming bowl of soup in one hand. She was silent as she ate, and so was he, as he looked outside once more, the rain soothing his senses. For now.
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Lofn took a long look at the tracks in front of them. Somehow, they ended up behind the orks. Not that she didn't mind. It would prove fun to track down such quarry, and to her surprise, Klaus showed the same enthusiasm, but perhaps for different reasons, as he had his Lasgun in both of his hands, and she couldn't help but notice that it was cranked up to maximum power.
"You know we're not supposed to kill the orks, right? We went through a lot of trouble to get them here." She said, as he began to lead her forward, following the thick set of tracks, no doubt made by the warboss.
"I am aware, unfortunately. However, orks spread like a cancer. If their are too many of them, I will be forced to thin their numbers to an acceptable level. Normally, that would be zero." He replied coldly, and she couldn't help but groan. Talking to him about these things were a pain in the ass. He gave her a look, one that seemed to mimic concern, before leading them forward. Thirty minutes later, he shot a fist into the air, silencing them both. They crept through the foiliage, leaving Ketzer alone, for now.
"Dis is so dam boring. I wanna foight sumfing." An ork growled. She sighed, as she put on her helmet. The two red eye pieces powered up. She didnt really like wearing her helmet. It was comfortable no doubt, but that did not beat simply not wearing it. It was something she did not like to do, but it was a necessity at this point. She came out of the foliage, getting a look at three surprised orks, and two other figures.
"Kaptain Bluddflagg." She said, nodding her head at the massive warboss. Bluddflagg wiped his eye with a massive paw, a surprised look edged on his face, and then squinted back at her.
"Da zog are ya pointy eared twigs doin ere? Ya dun trust da orks? Weze gunna foind da Deff Korp git wiffout ya. Get da zog outta ere." He growled, his hand grasping the handle of his cutlass. The other two orks did the same, grabbing their weapons, prepared to fire upon her. The runes on her armor began to flare in power, warp energy being drained into the runes. She would need it, just in case.
"He is right here." She said, as she gently dragged Klaus out of the bushes with her psychic powers, his lasgun raised. He shot a venomous glare at her, as she gently lowered him. He reluctantly lowered his rifle, though his finger still was kept in close proximity of the trigger. Bluddflagg narrowed his eye even more.
"So wot do ya want wiff da Deff Korp git aneways?" He growled. It was only then, she noticed their two companions. One was what the locals called, the Forsaken. She did not know much about them, as the eldar did not brief her very much on the inhabitants, but rather on the geography. Then was the local version of the ork. Not as large as the orks, but they were still larger than a human.
"It is something that can be told later." She said, slightly pushing Klaus forward. He shot her another murderous glance, before he looked back at the warboss. The two stood there, silently observing one another.
"Kaptain." He said simply. Bluddflagg smiled a little bit.
"Grenadeer." He replied. This got a confused posture from Klaus, who still wore his gasmask.
"How do you know?" He demanded. Bluddflagg let out a hoot of laughter, before looking down at the korpsman.
"I fought da Deff Korps fore. Mista Nailbrain knows alot bout ya gits. Dead ard, he says." He said, giving a finger to the lowly Mek, who gave a quick nod. Lofn took a deep breath. This could have gone alot, alot, alot worse. But it wasn't over yet. The introduction phase was over. Now it was her duty to make sure the orks and human didnt try to kill each other. Something that would be very hard.
"Do not expect me to lighten up to your presence, xeno. I have not forgotten the atrocities your foul ilk have done to Imperial Citizens, in order to sate your thirst of bloodshed." Klaus growled, and she rushed to him, putting a hand to the mouth area of the mask. He got the signal, and stopped talking, though she could feel the burning gaze coming from those gold tinted lenses.
"I dun expect ya to loike da boyz. I onlee expect ya to foight wiff dem." He grinned, getting hoots of appraisal from his two underlings. Meanwhile, the other two were watching the scene with intense curiosity.
"I fight with you, as it is a necessity." He said, giving her a part glance, into which she blushed underneath her helmet, as she removed her hand.
"Because this one won't leave me alone about it…" He mumbled underneath his breath, though she could still hear him. Bluddflagg gave a grin, and waved to the two over to the camp fire.
"Den we's gonna foight togetha. Welkum Humie and Pointy Twat to da krew. Sit down, weze bout to roast some pig boyz."
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Clea couldn't help herself, as she watched the human. He was very strange, and though he did have the symbol of the alliance on him, he did not greet him with hostilities, something that she was utterly baffled by. Though he did spare her several glances, underneath the strange mask, she could not tell what he was thinking. The other one seemed to be the one who was running the operation, and seemed to direct the orks and the human. She was silent, though she did take off her menacing helmet. She looked like a half elf, though not completely. Her soft brown hair and brown eyes complemented well together, and her song like voice reminded her of High Elf nobles. But what attracted her attention the most were their weaponry. The human carried a rifle that looked much better than what the orks had to offer. It was very smooth and aesthetically pleasing, while the orks weaponry seemed to simply be glued together. She wondered if they fired the same projectiles. The half elf's weapon was an elegant sword, that glowed faintly. It was strangely shaped, wide on some parts of the blade, thin on others. Parts of the blade seemed to be chipped in elegantly, and a strange device was lodged into the fuller of the sword. Her armor was black and white, with red gemstones embedded throughout her combination of armor and robes, while the humans armored coat was black with tinges of gold, though she assumed it was paint. Very interesting indeed. These were a strange bunch, she thought to herself. She shook herself out of her unhidden interest, and began to listen into the conversation they were having. The half eldar and the human were talking to each other, while Bluddflagg was roasting the small Quilboar patrol they had come across. She sat several feet away from the pair, who seemed comfortable to be in each other's presence.
"I do not trust these xenos. Orks are a savage, and barbaric race. They will turn on us the second they get the fight you promised them." He hissed, something she barely managed to catch.
"Though they are untrustworthy, we can rely on them not turning on us. For now. As long as they have something to fight, then we will be safe. Have faith in me." She replied calmly back. The human snorted.
"The day I have faith in a xeno is the day the warriors of chaos surrenders to the Imperium, ready to receive their punishment for being filthy heretics and traitors." He snapped back. This peaked her interest even more. The orks had called them spiky boyz, but the human called them heretics and traitors. Perhaps something happened in the past, and divided these chaos humans from Imperial humans?
"Well then, as a xeno, and as a friend, have faith in me." She said, putting a hand to her bosom. The human chuckled.
"Friends? You think I am your friend? You are merely a partner, nothing more, nothing less." He replied back, rather firmly. She sighed, throwing an arm over his shoulder, to which he twitched.
"Oh you." She smiled, and Clea could practically feel the human was uncomfortable, of how his eyes never were took off of the elves arm.
"Why do you persist in physical contact…" He said aloud, though he did not shove her arm off of him. Clea smiled inwardly. She would report to the Dark Lady soon enough. But she still needed more information. It would not be long. She leaned back, and listened into their conversation even more.
"Because, well, I can." She smiled even more. The human looked back at her, his gold tinted eyes peering into her.
"Someday, you will meet someone who will not enjoy such contact." He replied firmly, looking into the roaring fire, looking at the roasting meat.
"And you don't?" She asked, and Clea could sense a tinge of hope,and she smiled. So this elf liked the human, but he didn't share the same interest. This would be interesting.
"I despise it, but I have learned that you are the most persistent, and stubborn xeno I have ever met. It is almost like you adore attention from me." He said, and her smile faltered for a moment. He noticed this.
"Ah, so that's what it is? You seek attention, because your eldar brethren look down on you like a mongrel, and humanity looks down upon you for being a stain in humanity's already faltering genepool." He stated, and Clea could practically hear him smile. She did not answer him. He then shrugged.
"Very well. If you seek someone for you to be with, then you have me. I know you wouldn't stoop as low to go socialise with the greenskins." He said simply, gesturing to the greenskins, who currently were having a smoking contest, Spookums and Bluddflagg taking as many puffs of their massive cigars as they could, while Mista Nailbrain hooted, cheering them along. The half elf looked at him, and smiled.
"You would do that?" She asked, and he shrugged.
"I don't really have a choice. It is rather I accept my doom, or allow you to pester me into insanity. And I sure as hell ain't talking to the orks." He shrugged. The two stopped talking, and they looked into the fire together. Clea nodded to herself in her mind. Good thing for him to do. She leaned back on the rock she rested on, and adjusted her cowl so it hid most of her face, though it could not hide the devilish smile she had on her face.
Review Time
Guest: Well, one of them will at least ;)
MrOreoMan: Thank you, I will keep this in mind for the chapters to come.
Guest: Well, its not easy to simply make a new C'tan. After the war in heaven, and while the necron and c'tans were losing, the deceiver and cegorach (the eldar tzeentch) tricked two of the C'tan, the nightbringer and the outsider into eating the other c'tan for shits and giggles. That and getting pokeballed to oblivion, the only C'tan that survived were the ones who were sharded, and even then, some of the c'tan completly died. As so, I couldn't make a whole new C'tan, fun as it would be.
PrinceSheogorath: it was a mistake I never touched upon, but glad someone noticed it ;)
Tenash: And I shall not dissapoint.
AlienLizard: Slow and steady wins the race after all, though things may change during the school year, something ill touch upon when the time comes around.
RedRat8: Yes, it will ;)
Guest: Orks always find a way! WAAAGH!
Leman Russ: Something ill hope to explain later, to make it at least viable.
rc48177: If eldar had arrogance as a weapons, they could wipe out the whole galaxy. But if humans had ignorance as an armor, they would be invincible.