Chapter 37(OB)
(Authors note, for financial reasons I have recently started working a second job (I currently can't even afford a full tank of fuel until my next pay day, the yellow fuel low light is on, it's a bit scary). Anyway, I am now at work so much of the week that I have very little time (or energy) left to write and edit new chapters. I will try to make time and become more time efficient in writing if possible, but I am afraid that new chapters might come much more slowly from now on.)
Dr AA3 was dead, very very dead. His brain had been cooked, cooked from the INSIDE! Jen had examined the body herself, as had all the other 679 line wives, and it showed a textbook example of a "perils of the warp" attack, with the brains cooked at high temperature from the inside, and with the nostrils having leaked high pressure molten brain fat from the intense heat melting the fatty acids in the brain to a liquid, fat which had now cooled down and solidified in and around his nostrils.
The 679 line wives were not authorised to perform an autopsy on an Imperial Guard Captain to confirm their diagnosis, but from the evidence at hand it was fairly obvious what had happened. The daemon princess of Tzeentch calling herself TigerLily had attacked Dr AA3's brain via a temporary warp conduit to consume his soul, and the high energy state of the warp had passively equalised with the lower energy state of Dr AA3's brains through the warp conduit TigerLily used, completely melting his brains in the high temperature of the warp.
With some of his molten brains now solidified all over his face and nostrils, Dr AA3 could safely be confirmed to be about as dead as it was possible to be dead. This was bad news, as Dr AA3 had been a Captain in the Imperial Guard, and had died in their town under highly suspicious circumstances. Really REALLY bad news!
The Commissars might investigate, and they might find all the drugs! Perhaps even the Inquisition would show interest given the nature of the attack on Dr AA3, this HAD to be covered up somehow!
"Stop panicking, and for goodness sake don't radio anyone about this. The Wsuian 302nd Light Infantry Regiment is your friend in this situation," Z8C commanded in sign language to all the 679 line wives.
"What do you mean?" Jen signed back.
"It is not in Wsuioo's best interests to get either the Commissars or the Inquisition involved in this. We will tell the Commissars that Dr AA3 was killed by the Eldar in a psychic attack that fried his brains, they won't be able to tell the difference from an autopsy, and we all get to avoid the Inquisition getting involved," Z8C offered reasonably.
"No one will punish our husbands for growing drugs?" Several of the 679 line wives signed agitatedly.
"Your husbands will all be left alone and unharmed, but you have to keep this secret for your own sakes. The story is that an Eldar psyker fried Dr AA3's brains. If asked by anyone you must all say that you didn't see anything at all, but that Eldar attacked the town when everyone was asleep and that Dr AA3 was killed in the fighting by an Eldar psyker." Z8C signed urgently.
The 679 line wives including Jen all nodded frantically in agreement. Z8C directed the wives to write down exactly the same story, copying it word for word to give a copy to everyone in the town. These women were obsessed with their imprinted husbands and would do anything to protect them including lie and cheat, they would all convince their husbands to stick to the new story, to avoid being shot for growing illegal drugs.
"You really have us by the balls, don't you. You can keep the truth about the 679 control genes secret, and can guarantee that we won't talk by holding our husbands to the knife. I'm grateful that you don't just shoot us all," Jen signed to Z8C with complete frankness.
"I'm doing everything in my power to protect you Jen, to protect all of you. I consider you to be my friend, and I am loyal to my friends. I am trying to protect you, please do as I direct and you will be kept safe. If anyone in a position of authority comes looking at this place, every single one of you and your husbands will die. I implore you to do exactly as I say," Z8C signed gravely.
"So the control gene must be kept secret?" Jen pressed.
"There is no control gene," Z8C signed, a look of pleading desperation in his eyes as he did so.
The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. There was indeed a secret control gene just as Aliriel had said there was, Z8C had found it just as she said, and Z8C was ordered by an S99 to deny it's existence and his programming made him incapable of disobeying any order from an S99. The look of desperation also told Jen that Z8C remained an extremely decent person, and that he was even now doing everything in his power to protect Jen and the other innocent 679 line women.
Jen nodded, processing this bombshell. So she was a weapon designed for the specific purpose of enslaving the entire human race. Her tiny little baby was a terrible threat to mankind, as were all the other 679 line wives and the babies some already were pregnant with. It was absolutely horrific, Jen wanted only to be a wife and mother, she didn't want to have to die to protect mankind from her bloodline!
Jen had a choice. She could either try to wipe out herself, her baby, and all of her sister 679 line wives to protect the human race from eternal slavery, or she could just go on living and letting others live, enjoying the innocent pleasures of married life and motherhood, damning the future of humanity in the process! It was a disgusting choice to ask anyone to make!
It just wasn't FAIR! She had had an absolutely SHIT life before coming to 1D8V-44, she had suffered so much in life. She had then married Seth and had finally experienced true happiness for a year. She had gone through so much to get to where she was now, and now she had to die just for the crime of being BORN a 679 line wife pedigree!
A thousand years was a very very VERY long time. It was just stupidly far in the future by the standards of a human lifespan. It was time enough for absolutely anything to happen, maybe Wsuioo would be destroyed by then and the virus lost forever? Maybe the conspiracy would be discovered early and a cure for the virus would be found? Maybe the S99's would be wiped out before the virus was released, and the control gene wouldn't have anyone to obey and not change anything?
Jen was a devoted mother, she absolutely loved her baby to bits! To ask her to knowingly kill her own baby was utterly psychotic!
Fuck that, Jen decided, she was not going to murder her baby to save the incredibly distant future. The future could deal with it's own problems, she would just enjoy the simple pleasures of life in peace and happiness, it wasn't unreasonable to just live her life without being involved in suicidal genocide.
"There is NO control gene, the Eldar killed Dr AA3, and I will do everything you say," Jen signed with resolve.
The other 679 line wives did not know about the control genes, but they all agreed with Jen, they didn't deserve to die and would do what they were told to keep themselves and their husbands alive and well.
They were innocent gentle wives, they didn't deserve to die.
***...
The men were still rather alarmed by what had happened last night, but they had not let that stop them for long in having more sex with their new wives.
Z8C was still performing the last of the marriages even this morning, there had been simply too many couples to marry them all last night. He had called it a night sometime late after midnight, but had not had much sleep before the dream woke them all up. Everyone was afraid to go back to sleep now, so after some initial panic, investigation, and debriefing, they had all continued with the wedding ceremonies.
The 679 line wives were always sexually receptive to their imprinted husbands, no matter how inappropriate the timing or circumstances might be, and the men were sex starved and horny, so didn't need much encouragement to have sex with their beautiful young wives. Even the horrors of last night only slightly slowed down the sexual frenzy.
Seth was one of the few men who wasn't balls deep in his wife right now, much to Jen's disappointment. Seth was off doing something or other as Jen stayed in the tent with the baby, and Jen was getting jealous looking at all the other wives, wanting her own husband to be having sex with her too.
Jen's mind was still struggling to process the events last night and the revelations this morning, but she was still a 679 line wife, and she was horny. Jen knew that now was not the right time for sex, but her body disagreed with her. Her panties were quite damp at the moment!
She had tried to take her mind off it by doing chores, but the chores were already done! The other 679 line wives had stolen all the dirty washing to wash themselves! It was a NIGHTMARE, they were already stealing all the chores!
Jen looked bitterly at the 679 line wives outside the tent, when they weren't being fucked by their husbands they were doing chores! JEN had wanted to do all those chores! The 679 line wives were even now squabbling with each other over the chores, trying to get to do the most difficult and tedious chores, and sulking when they were left with easier chores instead.
Every 679 line wife had an instinctive desire to do housewife type chores, the more unpleasant the better. Cooking, cleaning, washing, childcare, and many other jobs gave rapturous pleasure to a 679 line wife. Jen had had to fight just to keep her monopoly on childcare, and the other 679 line wives were eyeing her baby longingly, wanting to change diapers and to care for the infant!
Jen held her baby jealously, determined to be the one to change the diaper and do the other baby related chores.
Jen was at a loose end from the lack of chores, and checked Christopher's diaper hopefully, but was disappointed to find it still dry. She had so much on her mind, and had really been counting on the drudgery of chores to let her unwind.
Jen wished that Seth would come back and shag her, even just for something to do, this was BORING!
The minutes dragged on very slowly, and she was desperate to clean something or get shagged, but absolutely nothing exciting happened. It was like a giant orgy outside the tent, with fit muscular men having sex with exquisitely beautiful women, but the sight of it did not interest Jen. She was incapable of being truly interested by pornography unless Seth was in it, she was completely asexual without Seth, and was only wet at the moment because she was hoping that Seth would have sex with her like the other couples were.
Jen was almost in despair when Seth finally entered the shed. Jen waved frantically, becoming instantly completely wet, and Seth waved back and moved towards the tent.
Jen was trembling with desire as she waited for Seth to finish the airlock cycle, her panties now completely soaked. After an eternity of waiting Seth entered the tent and she eagerly kissed him in greeting.
Seth and Jen were still deaf, and Seth didn't know sign language, but he didn't have any difficulty understanding the situation when she took off her clothes in contact with him. Seth had no trouble getting in the mood, and Jen used her mouth to put a condom over his penis.
Jen couldn't hear a sound but still moaned her head off as Seth had energetic sex with her. This was just what she needed!
***...
The sex went for a long time today, far longer than usual. The orgy outside the tent seemed to be greatly exciting Seth, and the events of last night seemed to have gone to the back of his mind for now. Jen knew her husband pretty well by now, and understood that he often used sex to take his mind off things that bothered him.
Jen was all too happy to oblige Seth's increased sexual desire, and got lost in bliss as it went on for what felt like half the day. The baby might be crying, anything might be happening right now, but Jen's first duty was to sexually satisfy her husband and she was also completely deaf. Until Seth decided to stop Jen would just keep having sex, even if they fucked till they died of dehydration.
Jen was completely unaware of anything except Seth's skin on her skin and his penis inside her. Her eyes were closed in pleasure, and she had no desire to open them when she was cumming so hard with endless multiple orgasms.
Without warning Seth suddenly shifted his posture and pulled out of her quickly. Jen opened her eyes curiously and immediately saw that a gaggle of 679 line wives had snuck into the tent to steal the childcare chores, and were currently mothering the baby with blissful maternal expressions on their faces. Seth seemed unbothered by the 679 line girls in the tent, but was rather looking at Z8C who was also in the tent with an impatient look on his face.
"I have been waiting for you to finish, but eventually had to enter the tent and tap Seth's shoulder to get his attention," Z8C signed.
Seth looked at the sign language uncomprehendingly, and looked at Jen to somehow translate. Jen signed back, "what is it?" to Z8C.
"Your books have arrived with me Jen, I need you to confirm the receipt of delivery," Z8C signed back.
Jen nodded and wrote on a bit of stiff plastic sheet, "my books are here,"
Seth read the message and then nodded.
Jen looked at Christopher, he was currently being fussed over by ten different women, and would be safe to leave for a while. Seth seemed to think so too, and the pair got dressed, put on breathing equipment, and followed Z8C into the airlock to leave the tent.
The shed was still a perpetual orgy, with at least a few couples having sex at any given moment, and it was several hours later in the day since Seth had first initiated sex, Jen and Seth had been shagging for a REALLY long time! They walked hand in hand as they followed Z8C out of the shed, carefully navigating their way through the seething mass of couples having sex.
The town outside was almost empty of people in the "streets", even most of the usual watchmen had shirked their duties to spend quality time with their new wives. The plastic shanty houses were all occupied by couples, and a few of the buildings were rocking rhythmically in a way that suggested a fair amount of rumpy pumpy was happening inside. The town was currently infested with Wsuian soldiers however, an entire infantry company by the look of it.
"Reinforcements arrived a few hours ago just incase the Eldar return for a second attack," Z8C signed in reply to the unspoken question Jen had been thinking, lying flawlessly to follow the official story.
Jen nodded and she wrote for Seth, "reinforcements have arrived", pointing at all the soldiers.
Seth nodded and they continued following Z8C out towards a large fleet of about 50 blimps parked a few hundred meters outside the town. Seth pointed at the extra blimps, and Z8C pointed at the word "reinforcements". Seth nodded again.
They got quite close to the blimps before Jen suddenly noticed a man in the distinctive dress of a Commissar waiting for them! He was wearing Wsuian military breathing equipment, but was clearly not a Wsuian, just a normal human from the Commissariat who was apparently assigned to the 302nd Wsuian Light Infantry Regiment to keep the Wsuians in line with Imperial policy, clearly a desperately difficult task.
The Commissar looked stern and uncompromising, but also had the tired look of a man who had really drawn the short straw in assignments. Just his body language alone indicated that he knew damn well that the Wsuians were up to something dodgy, but just as clearly he had not yet been able to actually find out exactly what they were up to nor catch them doing it. Jen immediately felt sorry for the man, Wsuioo had turned misdirecting Regimental Commissars into an art form, even educating all soldier lines in how to deceive and close ranks against Commissars and other members of the Departmento Munitorum!
From the body language of all the Wsuians present it was obvious that the Commissar's presence was not part of the plan. The Commissar had probably gotten suspicious by the death of Dr AA3 and taken it upon himself to investigate.
The Commissar gestured for them to stop, and said something verbally to Jen and Seth, neither of whom could hear him. Jen and Seth looked at the man with uncomprehending eyes, and the Commissar seemed to sigh deeply. The Commissar tried again in sign language.
"How did Dr AA3 die?" He signed in atrociously bad sign language.
Seth looked at Jen to translate, but she deliberately played dumb. Jen fixed her face in a look of bovine stupidity, trying to pass for an extremely dumb blonde.
"Rock turtle water," Jen signed back to deliberately confuse the Commissar.
This had the desired effect of greatly irritating the man, and he signed back, "what!?"
"Who is what?" Jen signed back with a deliberately stupid look on her face.
"Stop playing the dumb with I, 678!" The commissar replied in terrible sign language, getting the numbers wrong in the process.
"Your sign language is terrible," Jen signed back.
"Did the Eldar attack this place!" The Commissar demanded.
"Yes," Jen signed back.
"Describe their forces, what did they look like!" The Commissar demanded.
"I didn't see anything, I was asleep. We are all deaf, couldn't hear a thing, didn't wake up," Jen signed back.
Seth wrote on his plastic sheet, "what he say?"
"Him ask questions," Jen wrote back.
"What questions?" Seth wrote unwisely.
The commissar got a calculating look in his eyes and started writing on a notebook. He then showed the note to Seth.
"Did you see the Eldar? What did they look like, did they attack Dr AA3?" The note said.
Seth borrowed the commissar's pen and notebook and wrote, "do you mean the Farseer who shot witchcraft at Dr AA3's head? The Farseer looked like a skinny tall woman. Kinda rootable but not as good as my Jen here."
"Tell me everything," the Commissar wrote.
"It happened in a dream last night," Seth wrote.
The Commissar took one look at the note and then punched Seth in the face in a rage. The commissar pulled out his bolt pistol and held it at Seth's head, a look of great annoyance on his stern face.
"My husband is not very smart, he's a moron," Jen signed quickly to save Seth's life.
The Commissar nodded in understanding and merely kicked Seth's ass for wasting his time rather than shooting him outright.
"So do neither of you be actually see anything?" The commissar signed in his appalling sign language.
"No sir, we were both asleep," Jen signed back.
The commissar nodded in frustration and stormed off to question more Wsuian soldiers.
Jen tenderly cared for Seth where he lay beaten on the ground, and Z8C summoned a soldier with a med pack to treat Seth's minor injuries. Seth looked greatly confused, and Jen tried her best to explain to him that they were all following a new story of what happened for safety.
Some time later they got Seth patched up and back on his feet, and continued to one of the blimps. The commissar was currently some distance away kicking a soldier's ass in an attempt to get at the truth of what actually happened here. The Wsuian soldiers were clearly all closing ranks and sticking to their story. But the Commissar was not a complete idiot and could clearly see that no battle had taken place here.
Even as Jen watched, the Commissar's body suddenly erupted in small laser flashes as an entire nearby platoon opened fire on him with las carbines. Jen was shocked and caught the eye of the S99 lieutenant who controlled the culprit platoon.
"You saw nothing, unless you want to join him," the S99 signed at her with sociopathic calmness.
"I saw nothing," Jen signed back.
Seth hadn't even noticed what happened, deaf as he was, and the soldiers of the platoon quickly congregated around the body to block it from view. The soldiers carried the body away before Seth even noticed anything amiss.
Jen immediately forgot what she had seen, and hoped that no one else had seen the murder. Clearly the commissar had been getting too close to the truth and had had to be silenced. Jen was just thankful that this town was part of a quality control experiment and valuable enough to Wsuian research to avoid being all gunned down on the spot. Wsuioo did not like witnesses. Good thing Jen had seen nothing, not an Emperor damn thing!
***...
Jen was amazed at the size of her new mountain of books in the shed, and extremely thankful that the Wsuian blimps had all flown away now. She was sitting at a table in the shed outside the tent, gazing at the mountain of new books on the table as the other 679 line wives took over the childcare for a while. Hopefully this whole nightmare was over now.
"Hopefully..." The horrible distorted daemonic voice of TigerLily chuckled in Jen's mind.
Jen tore around in all directions and saw the horrifying blue form of the monstrous daemon princess squatting right down to fit inside the infant oxygen tent! The daemon was cradling Christopher in its arms!
The 679 line wives were all screaming, having seen the daemon even before Jen had become aware of it, but Jen's deaf ears had not heard the screams. The 679 line wives who had been minding Christopher in the tent were currently cowering on the floor of the tent, looking half insane from terror.
Jen felt the blood drain from her face at the sight of her baby being cradled in the arms of this terrifying monster!
The daemon was gazing down at the baby with some cruel facsimile of motherly affection on her evil face, and started to sing a song that Jen could somehow hear inside her mind.
"Hush little baby, don't make a cry, or I will stab you, in the eye. Sleep now baby, don't make me cross, or I'll have to hack all your limbs off."
"Hush little witnesses, don't tell a soul, keep the secrets well or I'll eat your souls."
"The secrets you know, you all must keep, or the Sevenson Cartel will make sure that you never speak."
"Help stop the Eldar and save my kids, or I'll give your children's souls to my MOTHER-IN-LAW!"
Jen screamed like she had never screamed before.
The laughter of the daemon was absolutely horrible.
***...