Wow guys, didnt know y'all would react so well to this... so here is chapter two for y'all :D
Guest- yeah I hope to deliver on that promise
Machcia- oh Dark Eldar can feel sorrow, they are not born evil and can feel all emotions. Its just that weak Dark Eldar dont live very long for... some reasons :D. As for our Archon here, you two would be crying if you lost an entire Empire where you ruled supreme and had your every desire and whim fulfilled, only to serve some lesser bastard. :P
Aaron Black- Bon appetite
Kondoru- Well trucking on I am indeed xD. And thanks, your praises fuel my ego, which in turn fuels this fanfic ;D
Savora held her face against the pillow. She HATED it! As an Eldar she could regenerate any body part and most organs if not critically injured, but there was absolutely NO growing a brain for these retarded mon'keigh. Couldnt that fuck Malverack just kill her or torture her like a normal person? She swallowed hard, biting against the anger in her throat. Oh well better make use of it, unlike the mon'keigh which have no use in this galaxy. She got up and basically tore through the damned food that the bastard gave her. She tasted nothing... not that the food itself was bad, it was organic, she was just used to more spicy and exotic foods of Commoragh and not only that, but as her father told her when you yourself are sour, then everything you savor will be sour as well. Oh well at least her quarters had a bathroom so she could get her teeth cleaned, even if she didnt want to admit she was positively surprised by this as she figured these savages didnt evolve to use simple tools like toothbrushes.
"Steady Savora you can do this..." she told herself in the gloomy chamber. She didnt care if this was decent housing for these wretched humans! SHE WANTED HER SPIRES BACK! Her heart practically broke as she realized her shadow field was missing from her armor, which was still looking as elegant and as perfect on her as the day she donned it, despite the fact she put it on days prior when her spire was under attack from that WRETCHED! She hit the human table which was made out of whatever feeble material these barbarians used. Savora dug through the chests, being thankful that her clothing was there, as were the core pieces of her armory. Smirking shortly as she put the shadow field device on herself she made a mental note to check what other war gear she had here that was not confiscated by the ape. Speaking of which! She decided to leave the room, wanting to go meet with this fucker once more now that her tantrum was over. Being a corsair before becoming Archon she had little trouble working with imperial tech. Her mood was soured once more when she realized her quarters were next to no less than 9 other rooms.
"Howdy there newcomer." she heard a voice come from a tall blond mon'keigh female. She registered the woman the moment she left her room with her superior Eldar senses. Great.. more apes.
"Mon'keigh..." she said tacitly as she squirmed over the woman. She was tall, by human standards, with strong limbs and a bit wider frame as her blond mullet clinged to her face. A... generous Dark Eldar auctioneer could present her as one of those wild beauties that came from inhospitable imperial worlds. This assumption was further backed up by the fact the woman had an accent and was partly dressed in a military cammo outfit... and the crude yet obviously cared for las gun of some sorts that hung on her shoulder was a clear give away.
"No need to be crude. I know such a drastic change can be shocking for one of your kind." The woman spoke energetically, as if she didnt care they were different species at all. Pathetic! At least most monkeigh knew that there was a clear difference between the two races.
"So your master has dealt with Eldar before?" Savora asked, wanting to keep the conversation civil, at least in her point of view, as possible. To her surprise the woman smirked with her strong face. She was crude... but had the potential for beauty... yet beauty itself needed space, time and effort to grow, all of which the woman seemed to lack. Not that Savora would admit that, thinking herself born perfect.
"Of course he has! He is a rogue trader! You know what that means!" Her energetic voice was almost an insult but Savora refused to believe this creature could conjure up such a elaborate mental assault. "Be it ork freebooters or Eldar farseers he is one of the few people allowed legally to talk to." Well, her choice of words was odd. Still, Savora raised her eyebrow at this. "And he is no master of ours! Mine or yours! I joined willingly-" yeah right, thought Savora before the girl continued. "-and you are free to leave at any time you want as well!" she pointed out. Finally Savora snapped.
"First of all, girl!" she snapped angrily. "I torture people!" she boomed. "I torture people because I need to live but not only that, I enjoy it! If your master is wise enough to want ME, a person of great intelligence, to guide him but is DUMB enough to want to risk the consequences..." she smirked at this. "Well, its his loss then! Im telling you this since I sincerely hope you know this already and IF you do, you should know that there is no need to keep cordial with me little girl! You hate me, I hate you, thats how this grimdark galaxy works!" she pointed out. "As for your master, if he is half a mon'keigh he seems to be he wouldnt allow you, me or any of us freedom of choice! Why would he risk losing 10 000 souls worth of investment by allowing me the option to leave!" she boomed with fury. Her furious form dominating the so far empty space. The girl watched her with mild amusement and a slight tone of sadness.
"Im no little girl Im-" the woman began softly, but clearly not intimidated.
"AND IM 437 HUMAN YEARS OLD!" Savora interrupted. "You aint older than me so go on!" she practically ordered but the girl was unphased.
"You torture people, so what?" The woman said and crossed her arms. At this point Savora nearly gasped. Was it possible? Did a fellow appreciator of torment and agony exist amongst the lesser races? Or was it possible that this girl was simply too stupid to care? "I mean, I tortured the bastard who backstabbed my pa by throwing him in a pit full of rattle snakes and poisoned plants..." she said casually and Savora smirked at her. Ahhh... while she may lack the higher sentience all humans lack this girl had low understanding that you should do anything to get even and above your enemy... and there was mayyyybe a slight fact that as the human girl Savora too would murderfuck anyone who dared to betray her father. She immediately took a liking to the girl. "You sure have a good reason to torture people if it keeps you alive and as long as you are on our team and dont torture anyone of us Im down with it." she casually said. Well... if she was in power she would torture this girl last! "And yeah we are free! I do not know how you plan to survive in the imperium as a xeno but as far as Adrian is concerned you are free to get off on the next stop." She said. Ahhh Adrian, so thats the name of the stupid mon'keigh captain. And it made her furious, knowing that he will make her an offer she cant refuse, oh she was free to go but go where!? She cant go back to Commoragh, not like this and she cant live around humans for a number of reasons! He is going to take a moral high ground? Fuck him!
"Oh Sweetie, I seem to have misjudged you." Savora said, her words half poison half true emotion.
"The names Annabel by the way." The girl said returning a smile. "Adrian's hunter, forager, scout and assassin." She added to her title, making a casual military salute - like sign. Now this peaked Savora's interest.
"How much would it cost for me to hire you to kill Adrian?" She asked with genuine interest. To her surprise and great anger the girl burst into laughter at this. NO ONE LAUGHS AT HER! NO ONE! NOT EVEN VECT HIMSELF!
"I wouldnt kill him for a entre sub sector darlin'! The man's treatin' me right! Besides, what wealth do you have to offer right now?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. This insulted Savora greatly, because it was true... she was broke. She frowned back at the girl.
"Im going to the bridge!" She said, storming off down the corridor. "To have a chat with Adrian!" she spat out in anger as she yelled the words back to Annabel.
"Its-" Annabel began, but was cut off.
"I KNOW WHERE IT IS! I havnt raided countless human vessels not to be familiar with the design!" she yelled slipping down the corridor.
"SAVORA? THAT YOUR NAME?" Annabel now had to shout as the alien woman stormed off.
"YEAH! REMEMBER IT!" Savora shouted back as a crude metallic door shut behind her. The corridors here were thankfully empty as she reached a junction and saw a large door guarder by two armsmen who had viziers but looked at her nervously, as their fear was sweet and tasty to the psychically sensitive Eldar that was Savora. It was cute in a way... here she was, closer to damnation that is the sea of souls than she ever was and yet their fear still burned as bright as day, unlike Annabel, that woman was strong as a rock. She wondered should she say she has permission to enter the bridge, but she didnt care to tell them or ask them as they didnt stop her from entering. Unlike the corridors which were lifeless the bridge was a hive of activity.
"Xeno on the bridge!" One of the officers calmly said as various mon'keigh worked the consoles, some were entirely out of flesh while other had implants, crude of course as was everything related to mankind. Still they worked efficiently as for some reason a servitor was bound and wired in the room. What function did it serve Savora didnt know, but she found that it was the only human she got joy from as it reminded her of how all the other human's should be like.
"Miss Savora..." Rogue trader Adrian said as she climbed up the platform where he was located with several other important officers. She spotted him from the moment she entered the room with her perceptive eyes. A tall, older human in a seemingly standard military uniform stepped between her and Adrian as his face only bore a angry mouth, his upper face concealed by a menacing helmet. Savora only rose her eyebrow at him. "Its alright Padric, I am sure our newest member would be backstabbing me yet." Adrian casually said and the soldier begrudgingly moved out of her way. His anger fed her, insufficiently of course but it was tasty.
"You are rogue trader Adrian, is that correct?" Savora asked. Adrian rose his eyebrow and turned to the man called Podric.
"See Podric, she has already found out my name and hasnt even talked to me properly yet. I told you she could aid us... even if it does carry certain... risks." He stated, his uniform impeccable even if his words impressed only a few as the officers showed clear signs of disgust. There was an ancient male with a missing nose which kept making the sign of the Aquila and based on his robes Savora concluded he was a priest. Another person was covered in mechadendrites and implants and was scanning her vigorously , the explorator and for Podric she presumed he was the arch militant of this ship... there were others but she would have time to study them. "So yes, miss Savora. I am Adrian of rogue trader house Gregorik." he said with a slight and polite bow. "You are free to wander about my ship and leave us at any point you want, as I hold you to be a free being." he informed her.
"A free being whos only choice at the moment is to stick with you and your crew..." Savora said, not hiding her disgust. "But to put them, or at least you, at ease over my abilities I can tell you my few perceptions so far... if you care to listen that is." she informed him and crossed her arms defensively. Of course this, as to be honest any other actions he could take, further angered the officers and the crew which tried not to notice her or look at her direction as they tried to focus on their work but they failed miserably. Smirking and looking at his angry crew Adrian turned towards her, his perfume finally hitting her as he himself crossed his arms.
"go ahead." he tacitly said.
"You are a young rogue trader but you have much experience under your belt, most definitely studying from someone, supposedly your father from where you have so many connections, you are void born and I take it this ship is your home even before you became a rogue trader." she said and he looked at her sternly, her words further agitating the crew but he nodded simply.
"Go on and... feel free to explain to us how you know all this?" he said and she smirked before obliging.
"This ship was made in the 37th millennium, at least by your unites of time measurement. This is either a second branch of your house of which you belong too or this ship has a twin. It is a light cruiser with 6 macro cannons on each side and two large twin linker auto turrets on both upper and lower side. It has 2 large torpedo launchers on each side and 4 small torpedo launchers on each side as well. It has a electric ram upgrade most likely and has other armaments as well. Yours is an older house based on all of this and it goes without saying that you have dealt with xenos before, causing much disappointment to what I take to be your personal priest and your fathers personal priest before you." she said pointing to the nose less ancient human who began praying loudly. "You have many contact and are well acquainted with the cult mechanicus to be able to get one explorator on board which would be in agreement to keep a xeno on board and risk being declared a heretek so he is most liberal indeed." she said and the tech priests circuits seemingly overloaded. Adrian raised his hand.
"Alright, alright!" he said politely. "I do know where most of your information came from but how do you know about my ship so much? and how do you know my compatriots?" he asked. She smirked as if she was the victor and pointed to the large metal plate above them.
"The fact that you keep your ships registration and markings clean but not the rest of the room gives hint that you treasure it, but not in a greedy way because not only the markings are clean but the consoles work and it is evident you want to keep the ship running so you are either greedy and radoholic or you genuinely love this ship. The registry begins with the date and the number ends with 37, the millennium. Rogue traders commission ships so your house is at least 3 to 4 millennia old, next to it are the gothic markings which show it is a light cruiser and since I know you... people dont innovate I assumed the standard armaments for the ship and I guessed correctly... except the electric or as you call it power ram, which poor trooper there is trying desperately to fix over his console but he cant because the coupling has gone haywire." she said pointing to the man who sweat nervously but didnt look at him."I can list some other things but I think I have proven my point..." Now the anger amongst the crew dissipated and gave way to horror and fear. Nearly all were feeling negatively... all except Adrian who chuckled at this and relaxed his arms.
"I do believe we will work together for the benefit of us all!" He happily proclaimed and she smiled back at him... the greedy bastard. "We will be having a joint dinner, me and the ten top ranking officers or as I like to call them... associates of mine... you are among those ten, so feel invited." he told her with open arms. He was not a bad diplomat, that was sure.
"Im flattered." she was. Oh she still hated these fucking mon'keigh but for now... lets live in a dream, she told herself. "One last thing, where are we going, Adrian?" she asked and felt the other cringe as she called him by his name and not title, something seemingly reserved for his close friends, but she already assumed herself to be one of them. He didnt take any insult what so ever.
"Kre'loth Sector... named after one of the... lost legioners of astartes who conquered it in distant past. Specifically the Zarad subsector to the third planet of the Requiem System. It is nominally a hive world but the ruling Von Judenhossen family has kept such order that its nearly a paradise world, fully self sufficient especially when combined with the other planets in the system which Judenhossen own as well... Ill be more specific at the dinner, as to not bore you with the details now." he told her politely and the situation defused itself slightly.
"Good!" she proclaimed. "Ill be at my quarters until then! Do send me any info you have on our destination. You want me to advise you, Adrian? I will! I will retire to my quarters to study that information and I will meet you for dinner." she said and he nodded politely.
"It will be as you ask." He politely informed her.
"Good!" she said and turned around before leaving. The human's were once more disgusted... what did they expect a bow or something? Once the door screeched behind her and she was certain no one could hear her she cursed to herself.
"Fuck him!" she said in a toxic manner. Not knowing it, inside the bridge there stood a smirking rogue trader.
"She's an angel isnt she?" Adrain said, asking no one the question as his subordinates were in an uproar over his decision, bombarding him with pleas and begging him to reconsider and to actually consider throwing the damned xeno out of an air lock.