Aaron Black- Well... considering the lenght of this chapter and the wait time you guys are having... I take full authority! (and responsibility) :(
VHSMelody- Well... Severath is getting about as much attention as my slav squat self can give him with medical uni atm x'D but yeah lets HOPE so :P
Kargan3033- Well we will have to ask Severath now wont we? That being said if their taste is anything like their personality... you get the idea :D
lisbjerg123- Well Archons are LITERALLY worse than Hitler xD
Livelikeme123- who doesnt? :P
Guest- Well your prayers are answered! Also, thanks! :P
Now for everyone else! Uni is hitting me hard. IF I pass the exam on this Thursday, I promise to focus more on this master piece *AHAM!*... I mean master race that is the Eldar... *GOOD!* But should I fail... the slave pits of Commoragh await me... :(
"Alright maggots, listen up!" A resident Dark Eldar trueborn boomed as Severath stood next to him, ghostplate armor fully on as well as his other accessories. He was elevated to the rank of Sybarite by the Archon himself who thankfully wasnt aware in what condition Severath had left his daughter in... or at least it seemed like that. Of course the nobles bickered and protested but the Archon was swift to shut them down, Severath's record sheath speaking for itself. Yet, of course, this meant that he would be leading a squad of vat grown's from the bottom of the spire and, once more being gracious, the Archon decided to let them come in, instead of sending Severath down on the ground to gather em up. On further consultation with the resident quartermasters and strategists, most of whom were NOT happy to see him, he managed to procure himself a good unit. Severath was wise enough to know that if he was to be simply inserted into a unit as its Sybarite, that is to say sergeant equivalent, they would scoff at him for either not killing the previous Sybarite or for taking his or her place peacefully. Not to mention that they would be loyal to each other more than to him. While loyalty was important in a unit, Severath know that it was HE who should built such loyalty, so he managed to commission that survivors and remnants of other units be fussed together in his own. As far as he understood it from the unwilling quartermasters, the Eldar here were either sole survivors or were the 2 sole survivors sent to this unit together. So far he saw that he would be commanding 12 men... or women, he didnt know which because they either wore helmets or their vat grown physiology denied his brain a clear answer. "Poporos is about to teach you the pecking order! It goes like this! You! The dirt... the worms inside of the dirt... Pororos's stool! That is to say this mon'keigh bastard here, then the Archon, then Poporos. Any questions?" He asked in gothic, making the entire atmosphere uncomfortable, to say the least.
"Yes, what are-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!" A yellow skinned vat grown with completely black eyes asked before Poporos used his trueborn speed to kick him all the way back to the other end of the room. Severath stood there frozen, amazed.
"Any more questions?" He asked and everyone kept their mouth shut. "Good! Then we can begin!" he declared and turned around, motioning for the group to follow him out of one of the myriad of courtyards and into the hallways.
"Um... mister Poporos..." one vat grown Eldar asked.
"Pecking order..." Poporos cheerfully said.
"Im sorry!" the vat grown instantly replied.
"Damn right you are, bitch." Poporos taunted as they entered a training chamber. The room had fighting equipment and was rather similar to the one Severath was in with the Archon. Poporos guided them to the center of a marking on the floor, Severath standing next to him. "Bye..." Poporos slyly said in a melodic tone.
"Wait, what!?" a vat grown asked as the entire unit dissipated, teleporting somewhere. Severath stood there awkwardly.
"Mister Poporos... where did you send them?" He asked politely. The black Eldar slowly looked at him, making the human feel uneasy.
"Ill tell you where they're not... safe." Poporos said before laughing in a awkward manner as his voice intimidated Severath slightly. After about a minute the group teleported back in, mangled and maimed as they laid there injured. Still they were happy to have survived.
"OH THANK VECT!" One of them said out loud as they struggled to their feet.
"Good... you survived the first test..." Poporos said calmly. "But I have some bad news..." he added. The squad froze as they slowly stood up in the circle.
"W-what..." One of them asked, looking shocked.
"Your going back!" Poporos declared and the 12 Eldar looked like they shat themselves.
"b-but..." they protested.
"Bye!" Poporos said and they were teleported away. "AhahahahAHAHAHHAAA!" He laughed as Severath swallowed hard. Poporos turned towards him and Severath felt like he died a little. "They will return in a minute, after that they are all yours!" And with that mister Poporos went away. Severath exhaled as he was glad to have survived this.
"Well that was... something..." Severath slowly said as came back to his senses. He was left wondering just how easy were these Eldar going on him? He was certain that the Archon and his ilk here were worse than what he was getting, then again, these were Eldar and so far the Inquisition was right... either they followed their... passions so to speak, or to be specific their lust or... there was simply no understanding them, the species was far to frail and frivolous and random... not that Eldar would admit that, claiming to be looking far further into the future. Oh what the heck... Severath thought as his men and women were teleported back.
"What was that for!?" One of the dark clad men asked.
"Well alright... that WAS something..." Severath mused to himself as the 12 xenos, clearly in pain, slowly got up. Not knowing it, they were a bit fascinated by the fact that he didnt soak in their pain and anguish. "Poporos aside, Im Severath, the Archon's favorite human yada yada." Severath said, completely half heartedly and with little care about how he would look in front of his men. True, he did want a semblance of a normal life, but he knew too well that at best he would get betrayed so... he wont bother too much.
"A straight up ass!" One Eldar said in their language.
"Who does he think he is?!" replied another.
"Does he foolishly think he can win us over with honesty?! Either he has had too many orgasms in his life or too few!" A female answered. Severath saw this, but understood nothing as he didnt activate his communicator. Continuing on.
"Alright..." he began. "I see that you are uneasy, do you have any questions or will you let me-" but it was too late, the Eldar minds, 'half born' as they maybe, were simply too fast.
"WHATS IN IT FOR ME!?" They said in unison. And then they claim that they dont use telepathy... fuck em.
"Thats the message of the day!" Severath answered readily. "Now! Please let me finish!" He said. The Eldar talked amongst themselves in Eldar, but Severath knew all too well what mon'keigh means. "Look... Im not your average snuck up Eldar Sybarite, alright!? To be honest, I wont force you to kill and murder other people if you dont want, nor will I allow backstabbing within my unit, but other than that, do as you please, pointy eared assholes!" He declared, waving his finger around.
"He neither killed his own Sybarite nor is he an Eldar... but the mon'keigh's got some promise!... as much as a mon'keigh can have..." one of the seemingly senior Eldar said.
"Alright, asshole, we are listening..." a female Eldar said. Thinking Severath was quick to add some math in his head.
"You asked whats in it for you? Well listen to this! As long as I live and prosper and am In good record with our Archon, YOU get to live HERE in the SPIRE with ME and HIM AND ALL THE WEALTH AND STATUS AND SLAVES THAT PROVIDES!" He spelled it out for them. Rising their long eyebrows, which were almost as edgy as they were, they nodded.
"Fair enough, we wont backstab you today, but for tomorrow we do not guaranty!" one of them cheerfully said and the rest of them snickered, but there was no sarcasm in his voice.
"That being said... I asked the Archon for the remnants and last survivors of squads, so I wont inherit a power structure that is-" Severath explained but was cut off.
"Smart mon'keigh!" one Eldar said and biting his lips Severath continued.
"That being said! I know most you pointy eared assholes treat your fucking squads as families, because most vat grown dont live long enough to establish families themselves." Severath said angrily but saw that that had a negative effect on moral. "that being said, I am hoping that you do survive by not throwing knives at my backs... So... your first order is to relax and chill here at my and at the Kabal's expense while I formulate a attack plan..." he said and that shocked the Eldar a bit. They talked to each other in Eldar. "What? Were you expecting torture sex? DONT answer that." He said that with the full irony and the sarcasm that carried that sentence. "The trueborn will treat you, at best, as being only slightly ahead of myself, so I suppose we all go to the local mess hall and get to know each other... my fellow NPCs 1 to 12." He said in jest, cracking an old schola joke of Non Primarus Characterus, that is to say, labeling them as cannon fodder and plot devices to further the Emperor's goals. He did get some stern and serious looks.
"Was that suppose to be funny?" One Eldar asked, but continued before getting his answer. "No matter, the rest of your statements are true, so I and I think the rest of us take you up on your offer." He said, rather graciously. Severath smiled at this.
"Good!" he declared.