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Sarah wondered if Benz had been right, she had sat with him out on the plains for most of the night discussing what had happened to bring her to this planet. She had got bored with it after a while, but the old priest had insisted that it was important for both of them to know all of the details. He had always believed the God-emperor himself somehow guided them but she just thought it was all bad luck.
It was bad luck that she was what she was, immortal.
Immortality, she mused to her self, is not all its cracked up to be. Madmen across the galaxy strove for daemonhood, every day the Imperial nobility would buy new methods and drugs to keep their fragile hold on life, the supreme tech-priests of Mars made themselves into unaging beings of metal. But when, deep down you are still a normal human immortality is painful.
Sarah was lying on the bed in the small apartment they had rented in the planet's capital city, Ne-tay. She wondered if she really had felt the vibrations in the warp that she thought she had. On the off chance that they were real she had insisted they stay at least a little longer on this planet. Just to see, she told herself.
In truth she wasn't sure how accurate her powers were, she had no one else to compare them to. Once she had met another of her kind, he was very different from her, he never having come to terms with the burden of being immortal. She had known him only for a very short time, the imperial authorities had wanted him. She had never bothered to ask why, sometimes she wished she had.
She got up and walked bare footed across the floor to the door of her room, It had become a habit of hers to walk barefoot whenever she could, it kept her in psychical contact with the ground, indoors it was pointless as the ground was kept away by three floors of apartments. She still did it though.
She walked carefully to avoid waking Benz, he would grumble if she did, he complained at few things, and being woken up by her in the middle of the night was one. She did it often enough, she never slept for very long. She stopped and looked down at Benz, asleep in a chair, hands folded neatly on his lap. She wondered if he ever found her attractive, she had asked him once, just to embarrass him, he had never replied. She wondered if she was at all attractive.
This thought suddenly took complete priority with her, as random thoughts often did. Benz said it had nothing to do with being immortal, it was just her. She trod softly over to the full-length mirror that was on one of the walls and looked at her reflection.
She had long flame-red hair and rather pale skin, her skin was always like that, no amount of sunlight could change that now. She looked carefully at her figure, young and shapely, but by no means voluptuous, the figure of a nineteen-year-old woman, the age she had been when it happened. At that thought she turned away from the mirror, not wanting to think about it.
As she carefully walked back to her room, she felt it, slight at first, but more powerful by the second, a buzzing in her head, like a thousand voices at once screaming in torment. Then as it reached a peak it stopped, she knew what that meant.
Benz wouldn't mind being woken about this.
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In the administrative chamber of the Imperial governor all hell was breaking lose as twelve people tried to all voice their opinion at once.
"Send a search party"
"Alert the Inquisition!"
"Virus bomb the whole damn thing!"
Max sat at his desk, massaging his temples. Let them fight it out, he thought, let them argue all they want. He knew why they argued, it was for power and the prestige that would be won for finding the right solution. They would happily sit around and argue like children vying for a parent's attention while there was a message bearing the words "realspace breach". That was the way of Imperial politics and it had been that way since the end of the great crusade. Max sighed and stood up, usually he would allow this to continue, it was healthy for them and kept them happy, but under theses circumstances he could not allow this pointless bickering to continue.
"Silence!" he roared
The room instantly fell quiet, he was surprised at himself, he had been a Colonel in the Imperial Guard and he still had it in him, none of the others were ready for this outburst, none of them had off-world military experience like he had.
"Gentlemen" he began with forced politeness "We have a major situation and we will follow Imperial protocol in this matter"
One of the more junior members of the council looked as if he was bursting to say something, he was young and fresh out of education realised Max. Then something hit him, none of these men really knew what they might be facing in the coming days. None of them had ever been off world and they had certainly never experienced the pure horror of a realspace breach.
Max had, he had been planetside when chaos marines had summoned Daemons during a war on a planet he wished to forget about. He had seen chaos before and he had fought in the battles against them, he remembered the beating of hooves on hard, dry ground as the Guard's finest battle tanks had been ripped apart as if they were paper, he knew what it felt like to face a Daemon up close, the one he had shot, its snarling bestial face forever imprinted on his memory.
He shook himself out of his memories he did not wish to have to find that the council was bickering again, this is going to be a long night he thought.
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