Note: Bold text = Alien dialect
Italic text=Thoughts
Chapter-8
Nick was no fool, after Farseer America left the room Nick got to thinking, he was sure about two things; one he was not going to give away any technology they owned, and two he was going to kick that arrogant Interrogator's teeth in and possibly shove the Farseer's Singing Spear up her own ass, if his life depended on it Nick would say that the Farseer was the reason the Chaos warband and Ork Waagh was on the planet in the first place. But first he'd have to call for help, he could fight his way out but he was in an Eldar ship and fighting dozens if not hundreds of Banshees in closed spaces was something he'd rather not do, he bided his time and waited and soon enough eight heavily armed Eldar Aspect Warriors entered the room followed by a Banshee Exarch,
'Why do we keep the Monkiegh alive Exarch? If it was up to me I would have ordered his execution long ago' the one on the left asked,
'Because it is the will of the Farseer, do not forget your place' she replied curtly.
Nick didn't need the translator in his helmet to know what they were saying, the weeks he spent learning Eldari in between their operations on Bromida-IV were finally paying off, though he couldn't speak it in the sing-song manner the Eldar were so fond of, he could speak and understand it properly. Two of the armed Eldar approached him and started undoing his binds, which apparently required some sort of Psychic password to open,
'We will escort you to a cell Monkiegh; if you resist or try to escape we will shoot you' she said in a cold authoritative manner.
'Hmm, that's weird. If I remember the files correctly Eldar warriors are more passionate in their emotions than the rest of their kind, but the way she talked….it seemed like she was emotionless and dead inside' Nick idly thought as they finished removing his binds, one of the warriors hit him with the butt of his weapon, Nick gave him a glare then got up and stood straight, the Banshee Exarch stepped up to him and put restraints on his arms, 'So much for mobility' Nick thought as the Banshee finished with the restraints and ran her hand over them twice. Nick concluded that the Eldar used Psychic passwords in the restraints and the binds that were used to keep him on the table, he ran his finger over his right eye, it was sealed shut, the probability of him seeing through that eye again ranged from low to none. The Banshee looked at him; her gaze met his before she said a single word,
'Follow' it was said in the same monotonous voice.
And follow her Nick did with ease, she moved lightly on her feet, a result of her training but Nick's footsteps were wide enough to easily cover the distance. The Aspect Warriors had to jog a bit from time to time to stay in formation but other than that they were completely silent and did nothing out of the ordinary, the Banshee led them through the halls of the ship, they passed by members of the crew, Aspect Warriors from other shrines and even some healers judging by their robes. The looks they had given him were a mix of hate, pity and amusement, strangely enough most of the Eldar he saw were female, and he put that together with the amount of Banshees he saw and came to a conclusion; there was only one Craftworld he could think of, Iybraesil.
Nick frowned, though he was sure the Neckbeards back home would have sold their souls to be on a Craftworld filled with hot Sphess Elf wahmen, he sure as well wasn't planning on staying for long, after some umpteen more minutes they finally approached two large double doors made from black Wraithbone, the Banshee put her hand over the seal in the middle then closed her eyes as if in deep thought, a moment later the doors popped open. Nick was escorted inside and shoved into a cell with thick bars, he promptly sat down on a bed made from Wraithbone after he made sure it would not break under his weight, his escorts exited, leaving only him and the Banshee in the room,
'What do you want Eldar? Are you here to gloat about your glorious victory over the primitive Monkiegh' he asked with a heavy tone of sarcasm,
The Banshee tilted her head and eyed him up and down then finally asked, 'What are you Monkiegh?'
Nick chuckled dryly before responding, 'The answer to that Exarch…..is in your question itself.'
The Banshee frowned or pouted, Nick wasn't even sure what those expressions were anymore, did they really convey annoyance or was it some type of Aeldari way of secretly insulting someone else's mother.
'You are far too superior and large to be a normal human; your skills are beyond those of Space Marines. And to add to all of that you clearly know a lot about us if you were able to recognize me as an Exarch which begs the question, what exactly are you?' she said, though this time her voice had a tiny speck of curiosity in it,
'Why should I share secrets with my enemies Exarch?' Nick replied,
The Exarch simply sighed turned on her heel and walked towards the door, but only after getting a last look at him did she leave shaking her head from side to side.
Farseer America was no fool, the Monkiegh may have said yes now but he was obviously planning to planning to plunge a knife in her back, the question was not if but rather when, she looked at the small nail sized devices in her hand, it was crude and barbaric looking just like all other Monkiegh creations, fortunately her healers on board had managed to locate it and the secondary one located on his back and remove them when they gave him a check-up. The purpose of the device was simple enough, it sent out long ranged signals, her engineers had told her that their range was quite far for something of their size but she doubted it would be able to send anything through the Webway, using her Psychic powers she crushed them and then burned them to ash with Warp fire.
With the device destroyed she left her quarters and decided to roam about the ship, most of the crew were in high spirits after hearing that they would finally head home, she rounded a corner when she came across an argument in the process,
'You promised me an evening of your time Kayshor' said a Banshee to a much younger and shorter male, who was sweating nervously,
'I n…n..never s.. anything l..ike that' he gulped, 'I on…ly said I wo..would consider your re…re..quest' he feebly answered as the Banshee lifted him by the collar of his dress,
'I don't care what you think he told you Galadrieal, I have been waiting for weeks to spend time with him', the Banshee turned around to see one of her sisters standing behind her with her arms crossed, she dropped the boy and turned to her,
'Well, well if it is not the marvellous Syrethel. Come to steal another mate?, wasn't stealing that young healer's lover enough for you' the other Banshee grimaced.
The two started arguing and in the confusion the young male; Kayshor quietly backpedalled away, he nearly succeeded in sneaking away when he bumped into something soft, turning around his eyes were met by the rather bountiful and plump chest, turning his head up what he saw made him turn as white as a sheet, it was another Banshee, this particular one he tried to avoid at all costs,
'Min….er…va, Lady Minerva haha, how can I help you?' his laugh was rather weak, the Eldari woman raised her eyebrow and grabbed him by the shoulders, she pushed him back towards where he came from, he tried to wriggle free but the Banshee only increased her grip making him wince in pain and the other two Banshees turn to him,
'Minerva?' the first one said, she pointed at the boy, 'What are you planning on doing to Kayshor?'
'I plan to share him of course' the other two sceptically stared at her, Minerva was a head taller than the two of them and her bust was a lot larger as well,
'Did someone say share Kayshor?' a pair of twins asked at the same time as they rushed past the Farseer nearly toppling her over in the process,
'Aah Kelathi, Izulu you two are welcome to join us as well'
Minerva said with a soft but sincere smile, the boy looked around for more ways to escape then he saw the Farseer and he mouthed, 'Help me please', due to the lesser ratio of male to females Iybraesil had unique outlooks on a person's love life, though Ameria wanted to stop them due to her fear of them degenerating to the level of their ancestors much like in her vision she decided against it as she knew all the Banshees present were a part of Gilmela's elite squads which meant they were all no younger than three hundred years and were better at controlling themselves unlike the newer generation, she shook her head. The young Banshee she saw, the one who so brutally abused and killed the Monkiegh child, 'She must have been a fresh recruit' she told herself.
Though she considered the Monkiegh lower beings she did not have blind hatred towards them unlike many of her race, though they did not say it out loud or display their displeasure she knew a majority of her warhost hated humans in the way humans held blind Xenophobia towards all the other sentient races of the Galaxy. Ameria truly wanted to help the boy but she learned in the hard way that interfering with frustrated Banshees was something one should do if they valued their life,
'I hate to be the one to spoil the fun but how are we going to get our turn he would be tired right after he's finished with Minerva, we all know how long she can sprint and fight, longer than any of us' one of the twins asked,
The other one piped up 'I understand that he is a ranger but I do not believe that his endurance is that high',
Another Banshee appeared from behind Minerva, 'Worry not sisters, I have the solution right here' said the Banshee lifting a several vials filled with a blue-ish liquid,
'How is that going to help us?'
'These fluids increase a male's potency and makes him last five times longer' she said giving one of them a swirl 'Ohh and would you all mind if my friend joins us? She created this wonderful concoction and she has had her eye on Kayshor for a while' on cue an Eldar woman stepped forward she looked as old as the others though only an experienced eye could tell that, she shuffled her feet nervously, 'She's a bit of a shy one' the banshee said with a smirk.
'Oh Cegorah what have I done to deserve this?' the boy asked himself as he struggled in Minerva's grip, the Eldari women lifted him up and carried him bridal style,
'Would you like to join us Farseer?' one of the Banshees asked causing the Farseer to fall out of her trance and think,
'I will be busy tonight, so sadly no' even though Ameria had long since wanted to take some time relax and release her stress and frustration
'If you manage to finish your work early you are welcome to join us anytime Farseer, Nandya can brew more of her wonderful concoction anytime and it works on women too so we will be going at it for hours' Minerva smiled whilst putting her hand on the shoulder of the healer who presently was blushing red like a tomato.
'I believe that my session of communication with the Seer Council tonight will be short' Ameria replied while giving a smile that made her features glow with beauty, with that the group departed giggling. Though the real reason was so that the Farseer could monitor them, it couldn't hurt to get a little pleasure whilst doing business Ameria thought.
Alex was no fool; she saw the signal from two of the tracking devices she had hidden in Nick and Aegeus body go dark, she knew something like that would happen so she installed extra devices in their bodies, these ones even smaller and well hidden sent out an untraceable signal via Slipspace technology. She turned around and looked at the pods behind her, she walked closer and looked at the data slate beside it
CLONING PROCESS: 75% COMPLETED
ANTI-WARP SIGNATURE: STRONG AND INCREASING
SUBJECT: STABLE
She put her gauntlet on the glass; she could feel a chill crawl up her arm and move down her spine, she wasn't affected as badly as the others were and considering the time she had spent monitoring them her mind was probably used to it by now, she could still feel the cold emanating from the pods but it didn't faze or bother her, it was just there.
She removed her hand and head over to the manufacturing plant, the designs that she and Achilles drew up were going to prove effective when facing an enemy whose power comes from the warp, and surprisingly the Techmarine was eager to take part in Invention, when asked why he simply replied by saying the Mechanicus had too much rust up their exhaust ports to think and act straight and see reason.
'They should be ready within three days lady Alexandra' Achilles handed her a helmet,
It looked the same as the other helmets in their possession; the only difference was the cables that led down the back of it looking very much like a ponytail,
'The cable is my own addition; it will enable our subjects to channel their unique warp signatures using their own will' Achilles said before returning to working on the circuitry on the backpack of a chest piece.
'Pray tell, how exactly those it work?' Alex asked while using one of her Mechandrites to scan it,
'The user's power is channelled from their mind via the cables and rerouted into their armour's backpack' he pointed at a few cables before continuing,
'From there the subject can decide on the density and radius of their aura via the numerous emitters in their armour', he went back to wielding.
'Don't worry Nick, I'm coming for you' Alex said to herself before joining Achilles at the workbench.
Kayshor stumbled out of the room having just woken up, he adjusted his clothes and then slowly straightened himself, he looked back at the room, it was filled with sweaty, naked, unconscious women who were covered both in his juices and their own, to his surprise even the Farseer joined them but she only took part towards the end and after she had her fill she took a shower and left, he looked at the odd timekeeping device on the wall, if his eyes were not deceiving him and his calculations were right, he and the Banshees had been going at it for nearly twenty six hours straight.
He shook his head clear, he needed to get away and head to his room before any of his fellow rangers found him, and if they saw him in this state he would never hear the end of it, stumbling from wall to wall he made his way across the hall, after passing through multiple corridors he heard a voice shout,
'Kayshor my fellow brother in arms is that you?' Kayshor broke into a sprint upon recognizing that voice, it was the voice of one of his comrades, his body no longer ached and he ran like the wind. He sprinted across the hall and turned left, as soon as he turned left he regretted his decision as he saw a few more of comrades conversing with each other at the end of the hall,
'Why are you running Kayshor?'
The voice was closer, not wanting to be caught in his present state he frantically looked around and saw a narrow corridor to his right, he ran towards it and was presented with large double doors made of black reinforced Wraithbone, running towards it he used his psychic powers to enter the access code and the door opened, he was surprised that it worked, rushing through the doors he immediately closed it behind him,
'Kayshor... Huh? I swear I saw him running in this direction',
'All that drinking is messing with your brain, let us go and check on the others'
After mumbling for a while the Eldar rangers on the other side of the door left, he released a breath of relief and sank down to the ground. He laughed; he had come very close to being ridiculed by his friends again, being a male on a Craftworld that has a sex ratio that favours Females was not fun, it was the reason he chose the Path of the Outcast. It was the reason a lot Iybraesil's Rangers were men; they wanted to escape from the large amounts of suitors they received and argued over them.
'I assume you had a rough night and judging by your smell it wasn't with only one person was it?'
Kayshor bolted up and looked for the source; it was no doubt a human male speaking in High Gothic judging from the voice, he eyes pierced the darkness and saw a large figure sitting in on a bed at the end of the hall, letting his curiosity overtake him and convincing himself that the bars of the cell would hold he walked towards the cell, running his hands over one of the panels he switched the lights of the cell on, in front of him on the bed sat perhaps the largest Space Marine that he ever saw, he was maybe somewhere in between nine and ten feet, judging from the fresh scars along his chest and the sealed eye he had recently been in battle.
'How...did...you know?' he asked in High Gothic, the marine laughed
'The scents on your body, I need not smell the actual thing to recognize something. Some things are just universal' the marine smiled,
'I see, I assume you were captured in the last battle?'
'Yes, I was unfortunately'
'What chapter are you from?' Kayshor asked, letting his natural curiosity take over him. The Marine laughed again,
'Well, well... quite the curious one, aren't you?' the marine twiddled his thumbs, 'If the Farseer thinks she can get answers out of me by using you then she is dead wrong'
'I apologise, I did not mean to offend, it's not often that you see someone like you so willing to talk to as your kind puts it Xenos'
The Marine's hard face softened a bit 'I see then I must apologise as well' the Marine scratched his head, 'I recently had all the memories of my family erased from my mind by an Interrogator of your race, she also cost me my right eye. So it is very hard to think anything nice about a race whose first impression you received is one where they wipe away the memories you hold dear'
Kayshor's eyes widened by a small margin, though he held no real words of praise for the Human race but no being deserved to go through what this human went through, before he could speak he was interrupted by the Marine,
'But I guess the Imperium must have left a bad impression on you as well, with their rampant Xenophobia, blind zeal and indifference to their own people, I harbour no hate for your race but I hate the arrogance of your leaders and elders that leads to many things going wrong in the galaxy' the human let out a sigh
'Kayshor'
'What?'
'My name is Kayshor Space Marine' he extended his hand
'Does he trust me that much? Maybe he has a backup plan of sorts? Should I trust him? Screw it' he thought as he took the Eldar's small hand shook it
'Nicholas, Santa Clause, Commander Clause, Santa or whatever works for you except Monkiegh'
