Chapter 1.
It was dark. It was quiet.
When I first came to, there was nothing but darkness.
Then I was assault by memories as if struck with a blinding light. Repeatedly.
I had been… I had been… Samael. I had earned many others but it was the one the Emperor had used for me. I had been one of his very first.
First of those hidden among the Men of Gold.
Later The Custodies.
Born right before the age of strife having fought the men of Iron. Had fought them as a member of the one who would be known as Emperor's Prefect Hetaeron Guard. As much confidant, craftsman, aide and scientist as superhuman warrior, bodyguard and commander. He had retreated into hiding during the age of strife as he had decided to forge his custodians into sufficient numbers again. To Improve the formula so to speak. I was his assistant during most of it.
I had aided in and been subjected to several procedures that could be added on top of of my already superhuman physique. I had helped create and created mighty weapons and armours at his side and spent many a nights in study within extensive libraries. My death at the hands of a Greater Daemon when the webway project failed.
My shame.
I still felt the small piece of himself he'd imparted into me in one of our experiments. It had allowed me to touch the warp and I did so only in secret and under his supervision. I had learned so much from him.
Then my world exploded once more and I remembered who I had been once more.
Laerhshi The Winged, Archon of the Kabal of the Cursed Tide. She had survived the fall of the Aeldari. She had been a scientist, a flesh-crafter and among the first "generation" to walk the path of the scourge.
She had been a Haemonculi of great renown and feared for her Kabal of highly equipped and trained forces and agents. She'd been of the opinion of having a fully loyal Kabal which she enhanced a little more and edited to be more loyal to her than normal of their benighted kin.
She had been a witch of storms before the fall, her mastery of spear and flight had been told of in hushed whispers. Yet all good things come to an end. It had hurt to cut herself off from the warp entire, but necessary.
Her fleet and entirety of her Kabal had been caught mid raid by a full wandering Space marine fleet chapter of the Mon'keigh slave race. Wiping her and the Kabal out in its entirety in a hail of fire from hidden ships broadsides. Ending her career of six long millennia since the great eye had formed.
Then something had reached out and snatched her soul.
Another explosion and I was another yet again.
Elgard, Warlock of the pale flame, scholar, astrologer, craftsman and Bonesinger of fabulous skill. I had served as hunter, warrior, champion, scorpion. And yet all the amazing wonders I could conjure, carve, forge and create, all the power at my fingertips be it from martial skill or Psychic might. It had done absolutely nothing when that horrid scream echoed throughout the galaxy.
My Craftworld had been just leaving the home world, carrying with it the last and perhaps most empathic of the Aeldari left outside the degeneracy that had gripped most of our proud race. For one horrifying moment I had been given a vision of the galaxy laid bare. Twelve millennia of history laid bare before me and I had wept at what I saw, not just the loss of Aeldari lives but of other races as well.
So, so many lives, snuffed out and many died for such foolish reasons or out of simple spite.
It was a catastrophic loss of life galaxy wide and I was filled with horror at the sight of it all. Then something had reached out and snatched my soul as it had been left adrift from the vision.
Thunder struck me and I was filled with my memory engrams once more.
I was Cryptec Harbinger, Technomandrite, Ahbi the Lightning Grav. I had fought in the war in heaven, I had been scientist, supplier and logistician. Though I will readily admit to being more techno-wizard than warrior. Spending more time cooped up in a lab than on the battlefield, even during the war.
I had participated in the rebellion against our false gods and I had watched the ashes of the aftermath. I had gone into the long sleep willingly with small subroutines running in the background so my work wouldn't be interrupted.
I hadn't woken up though. That displeased me greatly.
Things scurry-skittered across my mind-thoughts.
I-I was Mage-eye, Lord of the Black storm and hailed from Clan Skryre. I had survived-backstabbed and risen-scrambled to prominence as Grey-seer of the great horned one! I had been elevated to great Verminlord, a Warpseer then known as old Mage-eye of the fourth-four eyes as I grew my power in clairvoyance and farseeing yet I had also been a sorcerer of great-grand power-magic. Runecarver and engineer as a hobby, connoisseur of warpstone!
Mostly tied bombs to rats hopped up on warpstone and let them loose-running!
Lived through END-DEATH! of old world and rise-grab of great horned one's station to the greater gods of chaos. *Mad cackling*
I rememberer fighting the Nurgle-sick spawns then large hand snatching-clawing at me.
I groaned and shook my head-nogging.
I was Achut Father of Abominations! Damn it! Master Mutator and Warlord of clan Moulder I had been elevated for my many-great deeds-victories! I had become Verminlord! I had lead hordes forwards in battle, my hordes of mutated Skaven designed for the battle, the slaughter! I had been Exalted and I swung my halberd in the Great Horned one's name!
I had been there at the end-DEATH of the world but… I had died and the great horned rat hadn't caught me. It had been… a red hand.
I recoiled and growled at the memories before I flicked my membranes.
I was Setoch, Scar-Veteran and High Temple guard. I had stood guard over the Eternal City, I had been allowed to guard some of the knowledge within its grand libraries.
Of it's crafts, its arts that could be guarded so. I was to guard it's knowledge as well as the Slaan grand mage-lords and the city itself. The one I'd served had been… odd.
I'd stood guard and directed the defences of the city against beast-kin, dragons and other horrors but I had not been able to stand up against the tide of daemons that had swallowed the Eternal city. I still remember my last sight of my brood brothers slaying the last of the daemons that had invaded with what tiny little remained of our forces.
My centuries if not millennia long vigil having come to an end and yet I had felt a red hand grip me.
I blinked and then felt my self stiffen into a rictus of a silent scream as all seven lives became connected and one and yet so distant all at once. Their knowledge mine, their experiences simply filed away as stories I was aware of, their lessons learned yet not my own.
Then another explosion as the shard of the Emperors soul within mine blazed out as burning fires of change overtook me as I was melded together. My spirit of somehow sanctified Neverborn stock, my bones made of Necro-Warithbone and flesh of Necrodermis infused nether-flesh.
I drank in the warp around me, infusing me to heal my ails and yet I didn't get enough to lessen my tender spirit. I was shoved into another place. Another warp. I screamed as I sprang from my wombsac into this new warp. My eyes frantic and finding my point of entry into this new warp nowhere in sight.
Whispers of what I was to do ringing in my head as I hurdled towards the world I realized I was to save in some way.
It sounded so odd to my mind.
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It rankled a bit but I also spent time stewing and mixing as I travelled the spiritual side of the planet for a full week. Observing as much as I could and learning what I could of these humans. All the while I stewed and ruminated on who and what I was. How I began to think of how to meld Aeldari and Necron technology together, finding some alarming way's to get started in the basics.
I noted a few of the shards falling and integrating to the humans living on the world as I travelled from region to region. I stood laughing within the halls of an asylum the most unstable of inmates screaming that I was arriving. I stood before one of them now, one who'd managed to get his hands on black, white and blue paint as he was painting the shadowed form I displayed to him through his dreams. Eight curling horns, pale white-grey skin, clawed limps slightly too long to seem natural, four black feathered wings, four malevolent green eyes… I growled, he'd made mine blue and it rankled.
His continued screaming of the arrival of Samael the Arch-Fiend bringing in the orderlies to subdue and anaesthetise the man as he continued screaming my name which did very little to elevate my mood.
I revelled in it, it fed me in some way. Sure but that small change in colour rankled somehow. It felt more like a portent to something. Something I didn't feel comfortable about.
Then my eyes fell upon the strongest shard I'd yet to see fall from the entity and with a step through space I stood next to it. Following it down to the world bellow. My eyes following it down until the moment it was to interact and integrate with a young human girl.
I reached out and gripped the shard right before it could integrate with her soul fully as the spark sent from it right before it would imbed itself had made her into what I required to manifest in the material world. It had made her temporarily into a Psyker as her consciousness faded within that confining locker of filth she was stuck inside of.
I drained the shard of the entities soul, devouring it and claiming its power to feed my own almost absently as I reached out and touched the girls soul. A soul now open and undefended. So horribly unaware of the horrors that could dwell within the warp, even if the warp of her home dimension was a languid thing in comparison to the warp of my birth. To my horror though as I reached out to take possession of her flesh there was an interaction I hadn't expected to happen.
Two thirds of my power, what I'd claimed from the shard and the infusion of the invigorating and volatile warp of my birth dimension was funnelled into this Taylor Heberts soul and I was sucked inside it. I heard the shriek of her soul as we became entwined and melded together right as my own consciousness faded once more.
My memory performing the same with her life as it had the other seven that made up my being. Yet the added part of seeing what her fate would have been hadn't it been for my possession. Now the future was in flux.
While the body slept I stewed in what I'd learned, what my task was to be in this dimension, my purpose and how everything I knew could be directed to those ends. Then of course perhaps the question every human asked themselves came to my mind.
Who was I going to become?
Suddenly I had a dread of not being able to come to a good decision on the best course of action! Then everything in my mind dissolved and conjoined together as I somehow became something new. While becoming fully corporeal I got a sense of what I was being made into, something about it telling me exactly what it was akin to yet wasn't.
I wasn't a Primarch but I had options to perhaps be something akin to them, something more perhaps? I'd need facilities for that wouldn't I?
Construction scarabs… Wraithbone… possibilities yes-yes...
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Hannah breathed out her disappointment after she'd gotten her report of the situation. The fact the girl wasn't found because someone had drowned himself in deodorant from the next locker over and thus it wasn't until right as the school was just about empty did she get found. From letting out an unearthly shriek which spoke volumes of a possible trigger event and by the looks of it quite an unpleasant one.
Though the fact only the staff was still present meant this would be one that could go unnoticed by any of the city's gangs for now. First however she had to confirm if the girl had triggered and was now a cape or not.
Looking through the report she cringed again over the emergency cleaning procedures that had been enacted due to the contaminants in the trash and bio-waste she'd been encased in. In panic she'd cut herself open in some places from scratching and bruises from trying to struggle free.
Thankfully her Father had come after the procedures had been performed so he didn't see her state before they had been enacted. They had called in Panacea to do a check up on the girl, and hopefully low-key confirm if she had in fact become parahuman alongside healing her. Her father had entered the room and hadn't left her side since. He had apparently been rather vocal towards the headmaster of the school on the phone, the headmaster having been pulled in to be questioned.
She breathed in and entered the room after adjusting her scarf, while in civilian guise she still used a scarf to hide her face when working on principle. She quickly slipped into the hospital room and then froze when she grasped the situation at hand. Right as the door softly clicked shut behind her.
Taylor Hebert had woken up and was currently pointing what could only be claws of obsidian black sprouting from her fingers towards Panacea's neck. 'Before the girl could place her hand on her' she absently noted. Then Taylor spoke and it sent a shiver down her spine at the inhuman coldness of her voice as she spoke. A nearly imperceptible saurian growl underlain with a threatening mechanical hiss just at the edge of hearing under the voice.
"Do not touch us. We've tolerated the doctors but no-not you. The thought makes our skin-flesh crawl." She said as she held her eyes locked with Panacea's own. Something was strange there, they looked somewhat reptilian and almost held a faint inner glow to the vibrant green of her eyes.
Absently noting that this was indeed a good indication of her becoming a parahuman she spoke calmly and slowly. "Panacea slowly back away from miss Hebert, it appears there is no need for your services at this time." Slowly Panacea did so, though Hannah noted that there was a strange fascination in the girls eyes.
"T-Taylor?" Mr Hebert said as he slowly approached and Hannah almost did a double take at the change to the young woman's demeanour. The claws retracted to simply sharp fingernails of that same black obsidian material and her eyes widened slightly.
She looked slowly to the side until her eyes landed on her father and she shrank in on herself.
"Oh… fuck-shit.." She muttered, her tone Hannah would have sworn was a soft contralto that was accompanied by a gentle saurian groan and a few soft mechanical chirps as a ghostly undertone just at the edge of hearing.
It was bizarre for a trigger to confer such an effect to a power and wouldn't bode well to keeping anonymity should she join the wards as she intended to convince her to do. To get some much needed reinforcement even if she'd still need few years training to join the protectorate it would be worth it. Then to everyone's surprise she cleared her throat in a voluntary cough that somehow cleared the unearthly undertones to her soft contralto voice.
"Um… Dad… we sorta need to talk. When we get home." She said as she looked back at him, her expression one of being sorry. Then she looked over at her and her expression hardened a little, defensive to Hannah's eyes. "First let's get this over with. Miss Militia while I do not respect the inefficiency of the organization you represent I respect you as an individual enough to be honest and civil." She then let out a soft whistling under her breath.
Hannah didn't know how the girl had intuited it so quickly but her own intuition somehow gave her the impression the whistling under Taylor's breath was like a version of 'to a point' somehow. Some ancient primal language? She shook her head and asked the most pertinent question. That came to mind as sometimes those that triggered had an intuitive grasp on their powers and could describe them sometimes.
"Miss Hebert are you aware of your ability?" She asked with slight caution in her tone.
Taylor reached out and took her fathers hand with a soft squeeze between them as the man sat down on an offered seat that he happily took. Then she answered as she shrugged. "Simple overall enhancement package I think, I feel stronger, faster and tougher. I think slightly faster and have stronger senses than before. I think I might be sort of a Tinker?" She frowned.
"Though don't think I'll have much use really." She then said seeming rather uninterested in answering much more. Hannah noted the lack of explanation to her claws(?) but getting the girl to demonstrate what she thought was a tinker ability had ended up being like pulling teeth. Until her father had decided to show a bit more cooperation and encouraged Taylor to at least meet the PRT part way to make their lives easier.
Hannah noted the fragile yet slightly comforting manner the two interacted. A strained relationship that she hoped was capable of mending, the girl would need the emotional support that her father might be able to provide. She appeared to react the best towards him after all.
She started to whistle slowly and softly when prompted to demonstrate her tinker ability as she'd suspected it was.
At first the strangely haunting whistling growing slightly louder yet never too loud to be overtly noticeable in a crowd, her fingers weaving through the air like a witch weaving a spell. Especially as her claws extended and she began to manipulate the strange energy that appeared around her. She whistled for about a minute or five, the melody a slow haunting thing as much as it gave the idea of something building as it went along. The fires of a forge coming to mind somehow.
Purple of a soft royal colouring came from out of nowhere around her in soft etherial streams of energy that collected together. Made more corporeal through black electricity slowly coalescing into a skeletal puppet in the shape of a scarab with four eye sockets.
A bizarre mechanical contraption or construct made of some strange organic yet slightly metallic bone, bone that had a light purple underlying colour to the silvery metal grey bone that ended up surprisingly warm to the touch.
With a tap of four of her fingers into the puppet constructs eyes on one hand had a jolt of black lightning zap the construct making it shiver before it activated in full. A malevolent green energy throbbing to light filled life in the constructs eyes and a mystical circuit of lines leading down from the eyes to the middle of the scarabs chest where a large singular opening made it seem like a mystical orb of power was powering the construct.
Then as if by some soft slow heart beat the eyes and central orb pulsed a soft light purple which turned all the mystical circuits a light greyish colour instead of the green previously in a momentary flash every few moments in time with the beat.
Softly with a droning buzz it floated up into the air and looked around before locking eyes with Taylor and the two stared at one another for a few long moments before the constructs suddenly just dissolved into the aether from whence it came. Taylor letting out a soft sigh as she looked tired out from the summoning of the strange contraption.
"See.. it is rather limited but I just get to bring my imagined constructs into existence for about as long as I whistle or sing.. I think." She explained appearing a little uninterested in explaining her power as she understood it to Hannah.
Hannah however, felt something was off about that. It hadn't looked like how the creature was created, it had been like the strings were filling in the empty spaces that she'd sang into existence. How it had disappeared was like being blown to dusty or sandy pieces in piece meal over the course of five seconds. There wasn't anything even remaining and yet she doubted the temporary part somehow. The fact she seemed to have such an understanding of her powers also worried her a little. Parahumans were intuitive when it came to their powers and abilities most of the time, not like this though. Taylor screamed 'off' to Hannah and she couldn't say why.
It bothered her.
She ended up asking everyone but Talor and her father to leave the room once the doctors had confirmed they didn't think there was anything wrong physically. Despite the healers sudden need to touch Taylor to see what had changed with her body, she'd been seen out easily enough. Thankfully before the claws slowly retracting and extending on Taylors fingers were put to use on one of the rather visceral threats she'd levelled at Panacea should she touch her.
What then followed was a rather illuminating conversation for perhaps both Hannah and Danny Hebert as the two of them were left as the only ones in the room after Panacea had been let out.
The conversation illuminating for her father as to what had been happening to his daughter at school and illuminating for Hannah over what one of her Wards had been up to at school. She kept her shock and fury at bay but had been thoroughly rebuffed at having Taylor join the wards.
Deciding against trying further when Taylor spoke her mind as clearly as possible on the matter. "The sheer fucking hubris of the idea that I have to join anything just because I'm a cape now is so absurd that its beyond stupid. I have no power that is useful even to the degenerates that plague our city or the heartless idiots at the PRT so as long as I keep everything hidden I'll be left alone." She'd growled at her. Despite the perhaps naive train of thought she didn't have much she could really rebuff the statement with. Her talents did seem at least those so far shown to her to be of very limited use, perhaps more performance than anything else that the PRT's PR might have a use for.
Then she'd continued and Hannah had never felt so utterly reviled by another human being in her life though the points made hit home closer than she even wanted to admit.
"Not only do I not see anything the PRT does as constructive but your wilful ignorance, negligence and incompetency isn't just plain to see but the fact I see you can't see it only proves my point. Go back and protect your little wallets and play your little pr games while your wards go insane from not only your clinical, inhuman and impersonal treatment of them but your wilful ignorance towards their home situations and mental states.
Because I promise you if I joined the wards I'd have you, Armsmaster and Piggots heads on spikes before the month was out. That is how much your organization and the so called "upholding of law and order" you pretend to enforce utterly and irrevocably disgusts and sickens me."
All Taylor had wished for in the end was at least a month away from school to adjust at home and talk to her dad about what they were going to do moving forwards. Hannah noted that on some level this seemed almost a wake up call for her father as he readily gave of him once more when his daughter so needed him now. A broken relationship hopefully on its way towards mending.
She would stay at home for the week to adjust to her powers and they would give their answer to the PTR about if she would join the wards at all. Though the last rant made it rather clear she wouldn't touch the PRT with a ten-hundred foot pole and if they tried to force it, they'd only prove her point for her. The rather skilful words used by mr Hebert had secured them this time to get their bearings and understanding his daughters abilities as far as safe testing could be managed at home.
That didn't mean she didn't feel justified thinking something was off given how Taylor's voice had sounded when she'd first seen the girl. The effect of her voice like that had been eerie to say the least and her last words had left her stuck in her own head. Upon returning to the PTR HQ she headed to the directors office. Her intent to voice some of those very concerns she'd noted and Taylor had brought up. She never got the chance to.
Her stride slowing as she noted Armsmaster sitting and rubbing at his chin just outside the door. Looking uncharacteristically tired. Slowing to a stop she looked the man over and saw the deeper frown than usually allowed upon his lips.
"What's wrong?" She asked him.
He didn't answer instead he let out an audible sigh which did nothing to lessen her own nerves before he knocked on the door in four knocks and entered into the office. His gesture having her enter on his heels. Her mind reeling when she heard Piggot speak to the screen displaying assembled high-ranking individuals of the PRT and Protectorate.
"You think this Samael is a new Endbringer? Or equivalent threat?" The obese woman asked with a steely voice.
"Nothing else really comes to mind at least. Given our reports from several insane asylums all reporting a similar incident all over the world before the one that happened in the Brockton Asylum. The fact we have asylums all over the world grow restless with the patients screaming about this... "Samael" only for half of Brockton's Asylum's more volatile ones all scream the exact same words before they fell into a coma doctors say is brought about by sheer terror and fear is rather damning evidence something is either coming or has arrived." Chief Director Costa Brown said rubbing at the bridge of her nose as she paused before she had clearly looked down at the report in her hands.
"Was there any record of what they said before falling unconscious?" Director Seneca of Anchorage asked as he was flipping through the report in his hands.
"The Arch-Fiend descends, look upon its works towards a world of broken shards." Director Armstrong said in a slow calm tone, his expression one of intense dislike.
"I suggest Master/Stranger protocols be looked over and those departments were local asylums had such an incident having heightened ready states for the time being." Armstrong then suggested and was granted a unanimous agreement though the details were further hammered out over the course of the meeting. Including the showing of pictures of a shadowy figure with four blue eyes and four black wings that had showed up in many of the asylums and were too similar to dismiss. Not to mention the links that could be drawn to the Simurgh left many uneasy.
The image tickled at the back of Hannah's head but she couldn't quite place it but put it out of her mind for now. Hannah didn't get to head home until very late that night, hating she was a Noctis cape and thus couldn't collapse into bed.
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I internally grumbled a little. It had taken far too long to get home after I'd lost control like that but that Parahuman thing… I'd observed her work in my initial pass over this area of the world and what she could do. The potential damage to my development sickened me, even if it might be done accidentally I wasn't sure in my volatile state that even the simple act of her scanning my body might mess with something unwittingly. Though the girl clearly needed help that she wasn't getting.
I looked across the dinner table at my dad who was looking at me with tired eyes but I could see it there, a return of the man I had remembered before mom's accident. I looked down and unwrapped the take out we'd gotten and seeing as it was friday tomorrow with the weekend following being free for us both so we could afford the late night we had ahead of ourselves.
We'd got through half our burgers in companionable silence before I felt a ping to my psionic network of jobs done and I swallowed. Took a sip of the soda in a cup and cleared my throat for dad's attention.
"Dad… I'm going to tell you everything as I understand it, that ok?" I asked him, I hated I would lie about some things, heavily water down others but this way I might have some guidance as I needed it. I'd found it amusing in a self directed schadenfreude kind of way given the lifetimes stuck in my head made me most likely older than anything alive on the planet besides the thing fucking with it currently.
Each of my lives had been in some way subservient or sought guidance or purpose of direction from another that was of a higher power. Two had broken away or tried to, two had found great purpose in their service, one rose above their teachers and station while the another stayed to be assistant and confidant. He nodded and I cleared my throat and continued.
"Ok First, you know how a trigger event happens?" I asked and he blinked owlishly. "Ok so how that works is that there are.. no there should have been two beings floating above/in/around(?) earth and now there's just the one and they are dropping shards of themselves down onto earth. They latch onto people and when they have a trigger event they activate. That's how they get their powers at least. You with me so far?" I asked and he dazedly stared at me.
He was silent for a few long moments before he swallowed and held up a hand for me to be quiet for a bit. I watched him stand up walk over to the fridge and come back with a beer and sit down. Cracking it open and then taking a shot glass I hadn't seen him fill up from somewhere behind the beer and down it in one go as well.
He cleared his throat, coughed once, powerfully to clear his throat again. He closed his eyes tightly then sprang them open again, making me wonder if I'd traded dad out for a madman somehow before I saw my dad again as he looked at me. Worry and fatherly love all in one look. He nodded and I continued.
"Ok… so that was supposed to happen to me but it didn't… Instead I've sort of merged with an entity that makes me not a Parahuman. I'm not connected to the beings that make Parahumans with their shards, I'm something else entirely." I stated slowly, taking a short pause to eat a few fries and another sip as I allowed him to digest that for a bit. I also was still hungry.
"Ok… so what does that mean and... an-an entity?" Danny slowly asked me. I could see it there, a fear in his eyes I hated seeing, well the part of me that was still Taylor. In some way.
"I am Samael." I started, using the full voice of my being that I could suppress as a form of camouflage. My heart twinged a little at seeing the surprise in dad's face. "I am the combined soul of two greater lords of the sea of souls, a soul an ancient synthetic, two souls of the Aeldari, a saurian guard of the great Mage-priests and Custodian of the god-emperor of mankind, sanctified with a piece of his divine soul. The spark that proceeded the trigger caused a surge of psionic energy which allowed me to steal the energy of the shard while ridding myself of the shard and its influence. That was the only good part about the whole thing though." Again I felt that twinge as dad swallowed, his hand was shaking a little.
"My souls had been in slow flux over the short course of my existence and through this accidental merger with Taylor, we have become one and the same, a complete being. With knowledge of secrets and technology, mystic and mundane from three great galactic stellar empires and six mystical beings of high power. My body will begin to change as it is infused with energy from my now much greater soul and will only increase as my powers grow." I said and then watched him take a large sip of the beer as the scarab I'd sang into existence in the hospital came in through the door down to the basement. Though now there was very little of the ethereal royal purple to its sheen as it was a more metallic bone replica of a Necron scarab, only the size of ones head.
"So I can sing into existence these and simple construction as well as very advanced personal equipment for myself. However its effectiveness will only be dictated by how much energy I invest into it." I pointed at the scarab.
"That is a construction drone that can produce quite a huge range of technology that I think you and by extension the DWA could use right now. I know how my powers work… more or less but I need a power base to be as effective as I wish. Someone I know I can trust to have my back and to help steer me in the right direction if things turn sour. I just think, why not keep it in close? You already have a force that is much more likely to be a force for good than ill." At least a heck of a lot more than the PRT as far as I could see.
Dad breathed in and then breathed out loudly, almost a sigh. "Ok suppose I'm on board, I'm going to need to know everything and I know that look in your eye Taylor. I need to know everything." He then said and I breathed in and out. Then I told him a variation of the truth, downplaying the heck out of the greater daemons as simply great mystical lords of the old world. Told of some of the wonders that this strange morphed blend of technology from the Aeldari, Necrons and Mankind I could manage in the future.
I showed him what I'd had the drone do after I'd sent it into the boat graveyard to reclaim some resources and build some more before it warped into the basement to start building with the scrap in the basement plus graveyard aiding in the building.
We spoke long into the night and as he went to sleep I continued to sing into being my first personal kit as I continued to plan out what I was to do.
I'd left out almost more than a full eighth of what I had currently put into the works. He didn't need to know just yet.
I just hope he is on my side.
I hoped he stays that way.
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