The Eldar tore right through the hull and walked in like they owned the place. They entered through and into a place that Larkin had once referred to as a hangar, which was apparently where the lifeboats were placed – or it was where they would be placed if this goddamn ship had any. It didn't. And wasn't that just damn peachy. Whatever the case, Satoru looked on from above, hanging into a bunch of wires on the ceiling, looking down, like a ninja – or, at least, how he imagined a real ninja would act. But, the logic was sound, Satoru figured; most people never bothered to look up and there was a rather substantial amount of space that separated him from the Eldar, which was further shrouded in shadow, enough of it that the only way they'd see him was if he screamed and deliberately made himself known like an idiot.
But, Gojo Satoru wasn't an idiot, because he was a ninja – and ninjas were not idiots; they were awesome. If only he knew some actual Ninjutsu and not just plain old boring Jujutsu, then he'd be swell. The childish part within him went giddy at the thought of making cool hand seals and then blowing out a fireball from his mouth. Freaking awesome. Sadly, no matter how cool Gojo Satoru might've been, Ninjutsu was simply beyond him – or, at least, the sort that Naruto does, because that show was dope. He did, however, tie a cloth over his nose and mouth for the sake of anime authenticity.
It was uncomfortable, honestly, but sacrifices must be paid to look as cool as possible, even if no one could actually see him.
Satoru noted the... things they seemed to carry. Were those weapons? Eh, it was probably safe to assume that those things were probably weapons, though it was certainly possible that the things were something else altogether. Their leader, or, at least, the dude who stood in front, carried a large black staff, studded with red crystals and shaped kind of like a spear, but also kind of like a spine. What was it? Satoru didn't know, but it definitely had a measure of Cursed Energy inside it – quite a lot of it, actually. So, it was safe to assume that the one with the staff was likely a Sorcerer who focused on long-ranged attacks – probably. Moreover, all five of them had badass-looking curved swords attached to their waists, which meant that these guys were likely more than capable of fighting if it came down to it.
Hopefully, it wouldn't come down to it, but – considering what he was here to do – Satoru doubted that he'd be that lucky.
But, at the very least, he'd prefer not to have to do the tango out in space, where a hull breach could send him floating out the void, like that ugly alien dude from the fourth alien movie. Yeah, no thanks; Satoru did not want to get flushed into outer space.
The Eldar moved further inward, likely headed towards the command center. Were they looking for him or were they just looking for inhabitants in general? Eh, it was probably the latter, unless these guys had some future-sight bullshit; precognitives were always the worst to fight against, because the only way to beat them was to figure out exactly how far into the future they were seeing and to then figure out how to bullshit them even harder, mostly by overloading their ability. Satoru knew and fought a few Curse Users who possessed similar precognitive abilities and the only way he won was by 'tricking' their future-sight with a bunch of false possibilities.
Keeping himself deathly silent by disallowing any and all sound to leave the confines of Infinity, Satoru proceeded to stalk the aliens. Admittedly, it was pretty fun.
The Eldar made their way through the dining room, walked through the kitchen, and then, finally, they entered the command center. Whatever it was they came here to do, the Eldar certainly made it look as though this wasn't the first time they'd done it. And, judging by the certainty and fluidity of their movements, Satoru was inclined to believe that this definitely wasn't the first time the Eldar tore open a hull into an Imperial ship and waltzed right in like they owned the damn thing. Gutsy, he'll give them that much, considering how crazy militarized the Imperium was.
What were these guys looking for? Obviously, they came here for something, but Satoru wasn't sure what. After all, aside from himself, Larkin, and Tanya, there really wasn't much going on with the damn ship that was worth noting or worth anything, really, as far as he was aware. And the Eldar didn't seem like the pirating type, though he could be wrong there, too. After all, these guys were aliens and trying to figure out how or why they did what they did was just going to give him a headache. But, certainly, Satoru knew that they were looking for something, because they moved on from the Command Center and walked down the hall, a shift in their stride, indicating displeasure. Satoru raised a brow. Whatever they were searching for wasn't in the Command Center, but they were expecting it to be there.
Interesting.
What was more interesting, Satoru figured, was the fact that these aliens seemed to act as though this ship was expected, that he, Larkin, and Tanya were meant to end up here, on the ass-end of nowhere, only to encounter a bunch of aliens. Creepy. Now, he definitely couldn't rule out the possibility that these Eldar did, in fact, have a form of precognition, powerful enough to predict something of this magnitude. Did they also already know that he was going to heist the shit out of them by stealing a Shard of Khaine? Kairos seemed to believe that such an artifact was very important to the Eldar; so, it was safe to say that, if they knew, then they would've already blown this ship up to shit.
So, they probably didn't. But, again, there was no accounting for an alien mindset. At this point, anything was possible. And, therefore, Satoru had to be prepared for anything. In the unfortunate even that they did decide to blow up this ship, then he could simply attach and pull himself towards one of their ships, using Blue, and blow a hole right through their hull with Red and then pray they also breathed oxygen, because he'd be fucked, otherwise.
A few minutes passed by in relative silence, though Satoru could tell, quite clearly at that, that the Eldar Leader, the one with the spiny-looking spear, was growing more and more impatient. They'd walk into a room and their leader always seemed as though he or she was expecting something or someone to just show up in front of them, but then be disappointed when that didn't happen. Satoru raised a brow.
"Farseer..." One of the Eldar spoke and Satoru's eyes narrowed. The voice, strangely enough, sounded oddly human – or, at the very least, the vocals were close enough to a human's that he could hardly detect any sort of difference if there was any at all. Interesting. But also a bit boring. Aliens should be aliens – not near-human. Eh, hopefully, these guys looked cool and intimidating under their masks. Satoru wasn't a very big fan of Star Trek for the specific reason that damn-near every alien basically looked like a human being, but with a few wacky alterations or, most of the time, no alteration at all, which defeated the point of their being aliens in the first fucking place!
Okay, maybe he was a little passionate about that.
"Whoever you're looking for is not here, Farseer." The Eldar continued. Satoru wasn't sure which one of them actually spoke, but it definitely wasn't their Leader, who – he figured – was the 'Farseer'. The words also confirmed the fact that the Eldar were definitely looking for someone. The Farseer slammed a foot into the ground and the whole ship shook as a great arcs and ribbons of pure Cursed Energy radiated outwards like a tidal wave. The floor cracked and warped around the staff-wielding alien. Annoyance. Anger. Frustration. How fucking human. Boring. "Perhaps, this simply isn't the right ship? There are many derelicts from the Monkeigh Imperium, after all."
Should he make a dramatic entrance? That certainly sounded like a good idea. But it also sounded like a horrible idea – a two in one. Good, because it would be hilarious to scare the shit out of the aliens and horrible because it would almost certainly end in violence, which wouldn't be as hilarious, but it should still be pretty funny. But, as fun as it might be, Satoru would rather not endanger Larkin and Tanya's lives if at all possible. And a fight inside the ship was almost guaranteed to end in said ship becoming space debris.
"No." The Farseer replied, slamming her staff into the ground once again, but with much less gusto this time and without the dramatic special effects. The Farseer glanced around and Satoru had to turn and climbinto a shrouded corner to avoid being seen – or, at least, minimize that funky little chance."The Voidwalker is here... I can sense the dark that looms about them. They're in the ship. We will find them and bring them before the council."
Voidwalker huh? I wonder what the little nickname is supposed to mean?
And, more importantly, who was it referring to?
Both Larkin and Tanya were probable options, given that 'Void' in the Voidwalker term could be referring to their ability to seemingly disappear at will, as though they were stepping into the Void. Alternatively, it could mean their natural True Negative Cursed Energy states that, to a Sorcerer, would be akin to a void, a gaping hole, where all Cursed Energy falls into and disappears forever. Scary shit. But, why? What could they possibly want from those two? As far as Satoru was aware, neither of them knew how to harness their powers. The father and daughter duo couldn't possibly pose a threat to their little alien Craftworld, right?
Tsk, the lack of information grated him, but this was a pretty good start.
"Farseer, do you really believe it necessary to recruit this Voidwalker?" Another Eldar said. And Satoru knew it was another one because the voice was slightly different. "Our Craftworld is more than powerful enough to repel the coming invasion. What use have we for monkeigh mutant monsters?"
Monkeigh... Satoru repeated in his head. The word, based entirely on extrapolation, was probably the Eldar word for human – or, an alternative word used to describe them, like how
"Foolish. The Voidwalker is no monkeigh, but something far greater." The Farseer replied. Satoru raised a brow. That tone, he noted, held quite a bit of conviction or, at the very least, belief in whatever this Voidwalker was or whoever it was.
His eyes narrowed.
She couldn't possibly be talking about him, right? None of his abilities, thus far, had anything to do with the concept of the void. But, then again, what was Limitless if channeled through True Negative Cursed Energy? Was it not, simply, void? Hm, that was not a very pleasant thought, Satoru figured, but it sure as hell sounded cool. After all, the polar opposite of infinity was an absolute nothing, entropy – Heat Death. It was the loss of all heat, the loss of all energy, destruction and death in its truest form.
The void... interesting, Satoru mused. He was gonna have to experiment with that when he had the time. The very idea of manipulating the concept of non-existence had simply never occurred to him before; but, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. After all, Infinity and Void were simply two sides of the same coin, polar opposites, but existing in tandem nonetheless. Yeah, no doubt about it, Satoru was definitely going to try a lot of dumb shit with True Negative Cursed Energy.
"You insult that entity at your own peril." The Farseer finished.
Ah, screw it; they were probably talking about him and, by the sounds of it, the Eldar didn't seem to be completely hostile – partially, maybe, but not completely. So, they probably weren't going to attack if he showed himself and approached them casually, right?
With that in mind, Satoru dropped from the ceiling and landed right in the middle of the Eldar party. "Hey guys!"