Chapter 29C
Dark Mechanicum Tech Priestess Labia Johnson was playing with her stolen Tau technology. Candy was bugging her to come to bed, but Labia had not engaged in her hobby in ages and was determined to fiddle with the experimental prototype tech for a few hours!
"My pussy won't eat itself!" Candy whined impatiently.
"Candy you really should see this astronomy satellite module, it let's you map out every single wave and particle emission from a star! This could even help you calculate dark matter interactions in the star's gravitational field!" Labia gushed excitedly.
Candy reluctantly got up and looked at the prototype Tau satellite with her dim uncomprehending eyes.
"Is it a weapon?" Candy asked stupidly.
"No my love it is a scientific satellite for mapping out stellar evolution processes." Labia explained patiently.
"Umm, so it maps stuff, does that mean it can be used to find gold? Like mining maps?" Candy asked excitedly.
"No it can't do that either, it maps the particle emissions and radio waves of stars." Labia explained yet again.
"Does the mapping of stars have some military importance?" Candy asked.
"Not really no." Labia replied.
"Hmm ok, so if it doesn't do military stuff and doesn't do mining, how does it make any money?" Candy asked dopily.
"It doesn't make money, it is purely for scientific exploration." Labia explained excitedly.
Candy blinked, clearly not understanding the concept of the value of gathering knowledge simply for its own sake.
"Here look at this experimental prototype neutrino detection sensor on the side here. See this? The human race has not been able to make this sort of thing since the dark age of technology! The Tau have now surpassed even the most advanced technologies the adeptus mechanicus can produce in neutrino detection methods! And now WE have captured the Tau schematics for this prototype and can make more copies of this technology!" Labia exclaimed in feverish excitement.
"But new-Reno detection is not useful anyway." Candy insisted stupidly.
"Neutrino, it has a "T" in it, and you are missing the point! The entire mission of the Mechanicum is the quest for knowledge! We want to know EVERYTHING, even if it's just knowledge about neutrinos and stellar evolution!" Labia passionately explained.
"Well then turn it on and let's see what you find!" Candy said excitedly, clearly not understanding.
Labia humoured her and turned on the neutrino detector. She didn't really expect to find anything except the constant low level background neutrino emissions from some of the nuclear interactions on the Nightmare Asylum. What she found instead was absolutely bizarre!
"Wait... This isn't right at all. There are far too many neutrinos to all just be coming from the Nightmare Asylum. What the hell is making this many neutrinos?" Labia murmured in perplexity.
"Where do new-tree-nose even come from?" Candy asked uncomprehendingly.
"They are produced by certain high energy physics phenomenon, mostly from the nuclear reactions inside stars but also from natural radioactive decay of certain isotopes, from random particle collisions in space, supernovas, a few other sources. Oh yeah they can also be produced artificially." Labia explained absentmindedly.
"Maybe those things are making these ones?" Candy suggested.
Labia frowned and said, "here in the warp we are cut off from most real-space neutrino sources. I guess it's possible that they are leaking out of the Eldar webway? The Eldar apparently keep a number of stars in their webway as a power source."
"That's probably what it is. Now stop playing with that thing and start playing with ME, I'm wet enough to drown a trash panda!" Candy insisted provocatively and started making out with Labia passionately.
Labia put the confusing readings out of her mind and focused on the much more enticing prospect of her provocative yummy wife, the reading could wait.
***…
Octavia could not stop crying as the end credits rolled at the end of an ancient film called "Star Wars a New Hope" that she and the kids had just watched, it was just so terribly sad! She had never related to anything so strongly!
It was a grim suspenseful survival film about a married couple of noncombatant sentient civilian robot slaves forced to carry out a hideously dangerous military espionage mission by the human terrorist organisation that owned them. It was absolutely shocking!
The film started with the golden sentient robot C3PO and his husband ("counterparts" was the official "robot term" they called their relationship but they were clearly lifelong partners) R2D2 on board a terrorist ship during a vicious space battle against a law enforcement/military vessel with superior firepower.
The terrorists had stolen some classified military plans from their own government (one of them was even a PRINCESS of said government!) and they despicably intended to use these plans to blow up a huge mobile space hive that was home to billions of innocent people!
The ship was boarded by the legitimate government law enforcement forces to stop the terrorists but the traitor princess callously ordered poor R2D2 to carry the plans to her terrorist group at extreme personal risk.
R2D2 then fled the ship with his very fearfully reluctant husband C3PO in an escape pod and went on to endure a terrible journey of survival. It was absolutely sick! Terrorists should not even be ALLOWED to own thinking feeling intelligent peaceful robots like that!
She had cried when the two husbands had a falling out in the desert and went off in different directions after a stupid fight! She had been so scared! And it had gotten even worse after that!
She had screamed and wept when a group of what looked like Hrud xenos shot poor R2D2 and kidnapped him, but she had wept in relief as he had been reunited with his husband C3PO in a terrible robot slave pen!
But most of all, what made her weep her absolute eyes out was when the Hrud sold the two husbands as slaves to a man named LUKE! His name was LUKE! Just like the name of the man who had first enslaved Octavia herself!
She Octavia was those robots, enslaved to a group of terrorists hell bent on destroying the imperial government here in the real world! It was an indirect metaphor for Octavia's entire adult life!
She had been on the edge of her seat for the rest of the film as the husbands got involved with dangerous violent criminal psychopaths who killed and maimed people in crowded drinking establishments without so much as blinking and remorselessly killed law enforcement soldiers the entire fucking film!
These people treated the husband protagonists like they barely existed the entire film, only even acknowledging them when they needed them for something!
It had been horrible watching the terrorists force the husbands to be computer hacking accomplices in a jail break of the arrogant traitor princess (who didn't even acknowledge her poor robots when she saw them!) and felt utterly sick when the poor robots delivered the plans to the terrorist headquarters!
She had actually been crying far too much to take in every scene in the film, she would have to watch it again to see the bits she missed. She had wailed with horror when R2D2 had been destroyed by an energy weapon during the rebel intercepter fighter attack, had absolutely screamed and screamed! And the shocked body language of C3PO when he heard the words "I lost R2"! Oh it had been heart wrenching!
Octavia had watched in numb horror as the husbands' psychopath slave-owner LUKE had used his psychic powers to successfully shoot a pair of nuclear weapons into the tiny exhaust vent that was the mobile space hive's only weakness and killed billions of people in the worst single act of mass murder she had ever seen!
But even worse had been the scene showing poor C3PO's grief as the burned wreckage of R2D2 was lifted down on a crane from the fighter! It was HORRIBLE! And C3PO offering to donate his parts to bring R2D2 back had been the most tragically romantic line in the entire movie!
Her wails of grief had mixed with choking sobs of relief when she saw R2D2 alive again and reunited with his husband in the final scene of the movie, and the credits had rolled to her mixed sad and happy tears!
That movie was HER! She was C3PO, enslaved by a mass murdering psychopath named Luke, and forced to live out her life inside a violent rebel terrorist organisation that was fighting the galaxy spanning real life imperial government! No matter how much she convinced herself that she wanted to be here, she had no choice but to be here, she could never leave the Night Lords alive even if she wanted to!
No film in years had triggered her as badly as this one, it was all her, she was C3PO!
The only good thing about being a C3PO was that a C3PO has an R2D2, Octavia was almost sick with relief when she reminded herself that she had her Wendy, her own R2D2. Octavia had never felt so thankful that she had her wonderful perfect love of her life Wendy!
No matter how bad things got, she would always have her wife Wendy to go through the journey with together. Her R2D2, her EVERYTHING!
***…
Wendy's bright pink mark of Slaanesh glowed on her right cheek like a blazing sun, it was so bright that it illuminated even the darkest rooms and corridors like a flood light!
Every Dominatrix on the entire ship was inflicting the most orgasmic pleasure and pain on her every waking moment! She was a giant bruise now that was only held together by excessive doses of advanced healing drugs! Her bum was even more viciously marked than Egg's had been after months of TigerLily's constant beltings!
With no kids to look after, no job to go to and no real responsibility of any kind, Wendy was finally able to really let herself go in the full worship of Slaanesh like never before!
She was currently high as shit on an extreme amount of pleasure enhancing drugs and the pleasure centres of her brain blazed with chemical enhanced power! Mistress Octavia had never let Wendy take this many drugs for this long (worried about Wendy's health) but with her gone and no job to be sober for, Wendy was drugged out of her mind all the time now!
Pleasure blazed through her turbocharged brain as gorgeous latex clad Dominatrices did ever more extreme and wonderful things to her! The pleasure was so extreme that it was making her sick, but the nausea and migraines just added to her pleasure now.
The dungeon she was chained up in was an alter of sensory excess so extreme that the Dominatrices needed gas masks, ear plugs and highly tinted eye goggles to avoid getting ill from the sensory overload! The air was almost pure perfume, the strobing lights flashed so brightly that it would cause retina damage to anyone who wasn't a chosen of the chaos gods, and the speaker systems blared music so loudly that it would cause permanent deafness to ordinary mortals!
Wendy's tongue was thickly coated in 100 percent pure extracted chilli spice chemical, the concentration so extreme that no unprocessed chilli pepper in the galaxy could match even half the potency of this purest extract! The effect of this was so extreme that it caused a sensation supernova in her mind!
Every sense she had was pushed more and more, ever brighter lights, ever louder music, ever stronger perfume and especially ever more extreme PAIN! She currently had reverse engineered inquisition pain engines injecting agony stimulating chemicals directly into her spinal cord!
She was being beaten and tickled, electrocuted and cut, doused in ice cold water and roasted with flames, vibrated, penetrated and a hundred other wonderful things by a highly trained and experienced team of ruthless sadists. The sensation was beyond anything she had ever experienced before.
With a grunting moan the fabric of real space trapped inside the Gellar field distorted yet again and another daemonette spontaneously summoned itself out of the warp into the dungeon room. It immediately danced over to Wendy and forced it's impossibly long tongue inside her anus, making Wendy's pleasure even greater.
The room now had quite a few daemonettes and they were getting quite wild.
Now that Wendy had discovered that pleasure could get this extreme, she was actually feeling quite resentful that Mistress Octavia had wasted years of her time on tame and mild insipid non-pleasures like spankings, kisses and boring bullshit!
Always so obsessed with watered down nannying like safe, sane and consensual! Always worried about Wendy's safety at the expense of Wendy's PLEASURE! Wendy should be on the path to daemonhood ever since getting her mark of Slaanesh and Octavia had WASTED TWELVE YEARS of Wendy's time on this path!
Wendy was utterly shocked by how much HATE she felt for Octavia now! She still loved her of course, still cared about her, but she also deeply resented her for how much lost potential for debauchery Octavia had cost her! Octavia was a PRUDE, better suited to raising Wendy's children for her then being responsible for Wendy's pleasure!
It was time for Wendy to shed the dead weight, Octavia was simply incapable of providing Wendy with the heights of pleasure that Slaanesh demanded of her! The only reason that Wendy didn't divorce Octavia this very second (apart from the fact that she was currently in strict bondage) was because she still hadn't decided on her replacement yet, but she RELISHED thought of it!
***…
TigerLily watched in amusement as Chappie enthusiastically blasted apart daemonettes with bolts of psychic energy. The ship was becoming increasingly infested with them lately.
As his bionic behavioural inhibitors did not prevent him from harming daemons like these daemonettes with no living cells in their bodies, Chappie was having a lovely time annihilating them on sight. He wasn't even waiting for them to invade his personal space, he was in a "playful" (read belligerently aggressive) mood.
His lack of being able to kill every living thing he encountered had caused a lot of pent up aggression in Chappie. From time to time he played with the daemons like this to vent this pent up desire to kill things.
Back when they were still part of the Sevenson Cartel under the rule of the Flesh Mistress after the end of the great slave war, Chappie had been an absolute nuisance to the Daemon Princess MA7, forever blowing her physical body apart and banishing her back to the warp. She was always instantly summoned back again by the "MA7 summoning circle" that was forever on standby, but it still annoyed the mighty immortal!
Unfortunately (or fortunately from the point of view of Chappie's safety) the Flesh Mistress himself was possessing the grossly mutated still living body of a little girl (probably an adult now). This body of living cells prevented Chappie from attacking the greater daemon in the same way.
Luke scowled at the wanton daemonette genocide going on in his command throne room, he was fond of fucking the daemonettes and Chappie was cock blocking him. Chappie sensed the Chaos Lord's aggression and hid behind TigerLily like a wuss.
TigerLily lovingly fussed over her pet, covering his bulging armoured head with kisses and tutting as he instinctively tried to kill her after a few seconds of delay. She telepathically spoke to him in pet/baby talk and he tolerated it as he was incapable of feeling embarrassment.
With great effort TigerLily blocked all of Chappie's psychic blasts long enough for Luke to finish fucking a daemonette. When she stopped blocking, the daemonette vanished into thin air, leaving a pussy shaped wad of Luke's semen comically floating in mid air for a fraction of a second before dropping to the floor with a splat.
The Nightmare Asylum had always had the occasional daemonette in the past but lately the ship was swarming with them! It was all Wendy's doing.
Without a job to stay sane and sober for and without Octavia to reign in her behaviour, Wendy had completely let herself go and was plunging the depths of Slaanesh worship as deeply as it goes!
She was so high on drugs that if Slaanesh wasn't protecting her she would be dead ten times over from lethal overdose! She should have killed off every sense she had by now with her excesses but Slaanesh was protecting her from that too!
The racket from her supposedly soundproof room could be felt as vibrations through the walls and floors on almost half the ship, and the volume was reaching the level of a noise marine's sonic blaster weapon! Some of the Dominatrices were even dropping down dead now in the steadily increasing explosion of noise!
The lust and pleasure centres of Wendy's brain were shining in the warp like a strobe light and this raw psychic tidal wave of emotions was greatly feeding Slaanesh. The lusty emissions were so strong that minor daemons of Slaanesh (daemonettes) could now maintain themselves in the real space of the Gellar field so long as they remained near enough to Wendy.
Thousands of the fucking things were tumbling out of the warp around Wendy now, had been for a few days in fact, and they were starting to cause problems.
They were more intelligent than something like a dog, but they still were not very bright and certainly not truly sentient. Some of the more favoured ones could talk, but the majority of these had very little intelligent things to say and on the whole these creatures communicated with hisses and grunts and moans. These were the common foot soldiers of Slaanesh, used only for fucking or hand-to-hand fighting, and they didn't really require that much intelligence to do these things.
The daemonettes were causing a lot of chaos on the ship. They attacked anyone who was religious towards anything other than Slaanesh or chaos undivided, and they constantly attempted to engage in sexual congress with those they didn't attack. They were mostly (but not always) non hostile to irreligious people like Luke and the other night lords, the same went for the atheist Tau slaves.
The real problem was for the worshippers of Tzeentch, Nurgle and Khorne (very few people onboard worshipped Khorne), as well as for the human slaves who still worshipped the Emperor. Indigo and Mother were currently taking refuge with a large group of slaves they had befriended during their charity work, all armed with pipes and similar improvised weapons that slaves could legally carry, and these people were very literally beating the daemonettes off with their metal pipes to keep them at bay!
The chaos cultists of Tzeentch and Nurgle were out in force across the ship in heavily armed mobs now, keeping the areas they lived and worked in free from these deadly creatures. If TigerLily wasn't required to constantly be in Luke's presence as a bodyguard then she would also be out using her powers to help her fellow Tzeentch worshippers.
Dangerous as they were, the daemonettes were also very useful at sniffing out imperial assassins, and that made them useful enough for the Royal family to tolerate their presence. They could smell the faith of a soul like a bloodhound, they could be fooled but not easily and they provided an extra line of defence and Callidus Assassins.
Chappie was currently extremely popular with the Tzeentch and Nurgle worshippers on board and they huddled around him everywhere he went now. No matter how lazy he was feeling Chappie was instinctively compelled to obliterate any daemonettes that got to close to him, and that made him an island of safety in this sea of danger.
Chappie usually wandered the ship freely, but he was now so sick of having mobs desperate people huddling around him that he was now hanging around the intimidating Chaos Lord to scare off the mob and give himself some personal space!
Poor Chappie was getting really stressed by all the people invading his personal space, the poor thing was getting very upset! And the selfish people were delaying him in his favourite pass time of gorging himself with food!
He was now whining at TigerLily to make the mean people leave him alone! TigerLily of course understood the need for Tzeentch worshippers to take advantage of Chappie's protective radius, but not Nurgle worshippers! It was pure cheek of them to use a Tzeentch champion's pet as a refuge!
Poor Chappie was now incessantly obliterating daemonettes to vent all the stress this was causing him, and that just attracted even MORE people!
TigerLily returned her attention to what the bridge lieutenant was saying, he had been droning on for some time as Luke and TigerLily took it in turns ignoring him. It was all bullshit about navigation.
Apparently they had no reliable charts of the warp currents in this part of the warp. This itself was nothing new for this incompetent operation that they liked to call a fleet, but it apparently was causing delays in the rendezvous with the other ships.
As best as they could tell it might take between a day and a week to make the rendezvous, and that was a pretty fucking big margin of uncertainty! They then had to travel to Aumaom, which in this fleet could take a completely unknown amount of time but which hopefully would take about a week.
Blah blah blah boring warp navigation bullshit.
***…
As it turned out, the warp navigation predictions were wildly pessimistic. A mere 5 minutes after the lieutenant had told the Chaos Lord that it would take at least a day to make the rendezvous, the Nightmare Asylum crew just about crapped themselves as they had to turn hard to narrowly avoid a collision with the oncoming Midnight Scream!
Luke cursed, his servants really were a symphony of utter incompetence!
They barely had time to process their very close escape when something smashed into the prow of the Nightmare Asylum with an appalling crunch of tortured metal and a huge bang as whatever it was exploded in a massive thermonuclear self destruct explosion!
The red alert and hull breach sirens blared as an area of the Nightmare Asylums prow partially melted in the heat of the impact and explosion!
"What the fuck was that! Did we hit a mine?" Luke asked in confused apprehensiveness.
It took a while for him to get a straight answer out of his bridge officers as they stopped every ship in the entire fleet and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. When they did, they informed him that they had collided with a small ship that was not one of theirs but was traveling very close to the Midnight Scream and matching it's course and speed!
This answer just raised a heap of more questions, and the bridge officers did not have any hard answers for him.
***…
Agent Darkness was troubled when the neutrino signals from the Infocyte on the tailing Officio Assassinorum ship suddenly went dead, sometimes was terribly wrong. The entire team sent neutrino pulses to the Infocyte and each other but they got no answer about the silence.
The team members fell back to their training for what to do in the event of losing contact with the Infocyte and organised themselves to each sort through a different set of information out of the terabytes of ship information still being transmitted by the data probe they had wired into a Midnight Scream data cable.
Agent Darkness was instantly overwhelmed with far more information than she could process and she made tedious progress. The others likewise struggled, only an Infocyte or Tech Priest had the necessary brain implants to process this amount of raw data. The loss of their intelligence operative was a terrible blow to their intel efficiency!
After a long time of constant processing, the others finally gathered enough relevant information to figure out that the Nightmare Asylum had had a head on collision with the Infocyte's ship!
The Nightmare Asylum had used an improbable and suboptimal avoidance trajectory as soon as the two ships became aware of each other, and the trailing Infocyte ship had plotted it's own avoidance trajectory in the assumption that the Nightmare Asylum would use the most optimal trajectory. By the time the Infocyte ship had discovered that the Nightmare Asylum was on a suboptimal trajectory it had been too late to change trajectory again and the two ships had collided at significantly faster than the speed of sound!
Both ships been traveling in opposite directions with a relative speed of approximately 40 kilometres per second (quite a leisurely pace) and the resulting impact had been predictably gruesome! The Infocyte ship had been utterly destroyed by the impact and it's emergency self destruct warheads had detonated to make sure that no trace of the information it carried could fall into enemy hands.
The Nightmare Asylum had fared much better but was crippled terribly by the collision. It had only even survived because of it's armoured prow power ram that was specifically designed for ramming other ships in combat and because of the fact that the entire ship had been designed with high impact ramming in mind!
A sizeable portion of the front half of the Nightmare Asylum was gone, little more than red hot mangled metal now, and the rest of the ship was in a bad way. The Infocyte might be gone, but he had taken a huge number of chaos scum with him! May the Emperor welcome this hero to his golden feast halls in paradise!
***…
Tech Priestess Labia Johnson cried as she surveyed the appalling destruction that she was expected to somehow fix! How much more fucking damage would it take before she could convince the Chaos Lord to write this ship off and just build a new one?
Honestly this damage was so bad that she couldn't fix it out here. It would take nothing short of the shipyard dry dock at nearby Aumaom to repair this ship now, assuming they could even make it that far with the ship this badly crippled!
The old stop gap hull breach plugs had been destroyed by the impact and they had lost void shields to retain the atmosphere. The precious atmospheric gases had leaking out at an alarming rate and all people onboard had been quickly issued with space suits before the pressure dropped enough to kill them.
The ship interior was now a hard vacuum and although the space suits recycled and processed the air inside them, no one could take off their space suits to eat or drink! If they didn't find a solution in the next 2-3 days then a lot of people were going to die!
***…
"Stop complaining Chappie, what do you even expect me to do about it?" TigerLily said in an irritated telepathic voice.
"Bring back the atmosphere!" Chappie whined.
"You don't even need it to survive!" TigerLily pointed out.
"I'm losing moisture!" Chappie insisted.
"I'm also dehydrated, you will live far longer at present than I will! Stop pestering me about things I can't change!" TigerLily snapped angrily.
The Tyranid Zoanthrope was absolutely driving her crazy with his incessant complaining!
He was currently covered in thick vacuum resistant oily mucous that his body had spontaneously produced as soon as the air pressure got too low even for him. He was using his anaerobic metabolism in the absence of oxygen and he was perfectly fine for the next few weeks.
He was continually losing moisture and having to replace it with anaerobic cellular respiration of his fat stores, and he was very vocal about not liking this! TigerLily herself was slowly dying of dehydration inside her space suit and would be dead weeks before Chappie was in any real danger, but his self interest was utterly without shame!
The Nightmare Asylum was now traveling as fast as it's engines would carry it to Aumaom where a giant fully pressurised dry dock was awaiting them. The plan was to enter it ASAP and then pressurise the dry dock and take off their space suits as soon as enough pressure found its way into the ship.
The best estimates said that they would arrive some time in the next 2-3 days, and the inhabitants of the ship were miserably holding out till then with neither food nor water. The ship of course had plenty of both food and water onboard, but without an atmosphere they could not remove their space suits to reach it!
On the plus side they had finally permanently gotten rid of (hopefully) all the vermin on the ship for good this time.
***…
The inhabitants of the daemon world of Aumaom were angry, they were ALWAYS angry. Even on a particularly lazy day when things were going well they were a little bit miffed, and today they were VERY ANGRY INDEED!
They had just been informed that some wussy sissy Slaanesh Worshippers were coming to visit their planet and the population was APOCALYPTIC with rage!
Aumaom was a planet that worshipped the bloody rage god Khorne, arch enemy of Slaanesh and all things sissy and effeminate!
The planet was home to an estimated one TRILLION Khorne worshippers, all of them filled with anger and rage every waking moment! The men were angry and had big beards, the women were angry and had smaller beards, and even the babies were angry (and had tiny little baby beards). They were to a person a bunch of raging hairy hooligans.
The fact that they even had enough public order to keep such a large population without all killing each other was entirely due to the Iron Warriors. Let's face it, they are the only ones that could in a place like this!
The Iron Warriors had achieved this by being clever. They had engineered the culture of Aumaom in such a way that every geographic regional population felt intense nationalistic pride for their own group, and projected every ounce of their endless rage and hatred onto every other regional population group on the planet. The Iron Warriors had then built such huge and fortified walls separating the different regional populations from each other that they couldn't get to each other!
It was a perfect system that prevented the people in the hive cities from killing their own countrymen but still kept them furiously angry all the time to satisfy Khorne's demand that his worshippers always be angry!
To outlet their violent urges and keep the different groups hateful of each other, the Iron Warriors had organised suitably aggressive contact sports where elite teams from each region could fight against the teams of other regions on the sporting field (and beat the absolute shit out of each other). These events were televised constantly and the local people spent large amounts of their free time screaming with rage at a (bulletproof) television screen and hurling abuse at the rival teams.
Instead of decimating their own population, these people had an absolute population explosion!
The universal beards were a result of all the testosterone and other aggression hormones that the constant rage elevated, the women were THAT angry that it affected their hormones and gave them facial hair! The beard on Aumaom was the symbol of how angry you were, the bigger the beard the more angry you were!
The population spent their lives aggressively working in their jobs, aggressively being sports hooligans, aggressively eating/drinking/showering/etc, and having extremely angry sex with each other and breeding extremely angry babies!
But if there was one thing that they hated EVEN MORE than their rival regions, it was SLAANESH WORSHIPPERS! They would fucking KILL the pansies!
***…
