WARHAMMER 40,000 Genestealer Management Quest

The streets of Hellbreak's lower levels were not fit for purpose. Too wide for easy control, too low for comfort, too dim for ease of use, and the smell of the smelter was heavy in the air. Sur Laloine felt as if it suited her current mood. She was down here against orders, wearing a thick brown greatcoat over her arbites armor, her shotcannon slung at her hip - sawed off, the kind that her more coarse comrades called a cakegun.

Because, after all, you only had cake when there was parties. Parties had confetti. And the hideous smears it left behind in lieu of people were often called 'hive confetti.'

She had her pict- captor on, attached subtly to the underside of her broad brimmed hat, and recording back to a cache-servitor she had set down at the higher levels. This datum would be brought back to the verispex, whether she lived or died. And the Arbites would know that she was right. She was going wildly against orders - but to break the law to uphold the law was one of the many complexities in the Book of Law that the Arbites had to follow. Judges were supposed to judge, and that included determining preciseness of procedure and intent in themselves as well as others. She pursed her lips, feeling the scar on her cheek tug against her lip.

This only works if you manage it.
The row in her office had been fairly legendary - between her and her superiors. She was confident that the strange cult that the Interrogator had been investigating had to be behind her vanishing, and the suddenly missing ship in orbit. Interrogators leave when they wanted to, not when we need them to, Sur.

Infuriatingly short sighted.

If she was less unbending, Sur might have given her superiors the credit that a chaos cult had attacked House Mark and that the worrying reports about the canhabs and warren-dens around the Admech's home - which had been recently renamed to Foundry Thepselion - were flickering in. But...but...she couldn't help but remember her earliest shadowy conversation with Shexia Af-Baru: There's something rotten in the core of Thedias, and you and I have to find it.
The lights ahead of her plunged into darkness.

Sur tensed, her hand dropping to her left hip - her fingers touching the plasteel handle of her shotcannon.

A soft whistle started to echo down the corridor - the cheerful whistle of a woman going to work. The fact the corridor was nearly empty made a tiny weight shift in Sur's belly. She knew, for a fact, that she was on the case. She lifted her chin - and then the lights came on again and standing at the far end of the corridor was a figure in a duster quite similar to hers, with a bandana around their face - which itself was framed by bright red hair. In the dim light of the lower corridors, her skin still somehow looked...wrong, too slick and too ridged at the same time. The figure lifted her eyes, and her arms...she...

A third arm came from the duster, brushing it aside to reveal that she was naked under the duster. Completely bare, her skin a strange and hideous xenoheresy. She was still as curved as a woman, disgustingly alluring.

"This hab isn't big enough for the two of us, Judge," she said, her voice a mocking...and familiar one. Sur had heard her voice before, but she couldn't quite place it behind the bandana and the faint vibrant touch of the alien - her throat was no longer human, her tongue was no longer human, even her teeth had to be distorting the sound ever so subtly. Sur kept her eyes on the alien freak's eyes, and saw that they were bright gold and nearly glowing, visible as coals in the darkness.

"What the fuck are you?" Sur growled.

"Your future," the woman chuckled. "Freedom. Redemption."

"Redemption!?" Sur spat. "You're a blight on everything I stand for."

"And you stand on a pile of teenage corpses and innocents, Sur," the xeno-freak said, then chuckled. "Fortunately, we are very forgiving, for those who join the revolution."

Heresy on heresy. Nearly everyone Sur had shot in the line of duty had had weapons on their persons, or at their home-niches, or within a hundred meters of their person. All entirely moral. Her hand twitched near her sawed off shotcannon and she right clicked her finger against her skinplant on her left palm - the tiny adornment being threaded to a very simple vox switcher as she shifted the auto-loader from buck to shell. The soft cla-click of her gun's chamber rotating into place was shockingly loud in the corridor.

She and the xeno-freak looked into one another's eyes.

The xeno's lower right hand drew.

Sur drew.

The stub-revolver and the shot-cannon roared at the same time.

The bullet struck Sur's shot-cannon and splintered it apart, missing her hands by mere centimeters.

The xeno-freak...twitched. Her head jerked aside a fraction of a fraction and the high bore shotcannon shell merely ruffled her hair.

Then she was on Sur, tackling her to the ground with shocking speed. Sur drove her knee up against her armored belly, and the girl merely grunted with the impact, her extra arm fishing around inside of Sur's greatcoat while Sur tried to get her wrists out from under the iron-hard grip of her wrists. "The servitor, by the way..." the woman whispered. "...is going to be very useful."

Sur froze, her eyes widening.

And in the struggle, the bandana fell open and Sur gaped at the beautiful and familiar face of Shexia Af-Baru. The Interrogator was recognizable, even with purple skin, even with sharp teeth, even with glowing gold eyes. She smirked, her curvy form even more appalling to Sur's mind as the sweet scent of her started to overpower the smell of the smelter. The corrupted Interrogator's free hand slid from Sur's coat, tossing aside a crushed vox-emitter, and a bundle of cables. Then the claw tip pressed to her armored throat. She started to peel slowly down and hardened carapace plates squealed as her extended claw cut into it. Sur's horror mounted and she moaned.

"N-no!"

"Shh..." Shexia whispered. "I've never, heh, done this before..."

She tossed aside an armored plate.

Then another.

Then another.

And then Sur was bare - not of clothing, but of armor, her armored synthskin underclothes clinging to her body like a slathering of wet paint. Shexia chuckled. "Well, well, look at this." Her lower hand cupped and squeezed one of Sur's breasts, tugging her nipple roughly - and Sur flushed as she glared up at the woman - at the freak. The smell of her tingled in her nostrils as she tried force herself to not breath fast, to not take in more of her intoxication. "At least part of you is excited..."

"T-The Emperor is with me...and I am his Judge. Jury. Executioner."

Shexia smirked down at her.

"We'll see about that..."

And then her lower hand did something that left Sur even more humiliated than being stripped and fondled.

It snatched up the very maglock restraints that Sur had planned to use on whatever criminal scum she found and then, with her other hands, compacted Sur's arms behind her back and slapped the restraints on. The bandana, which smelled richly of Shexia's mouth and breath, was wrapped around her eyes, and Sur was hauled to her feet. Shexia's bare body - her alien breasts, her alien nipples - pressed to Sur's back, and Sur could feel the hard points of her own arousal, her own excitement, the freak was loving this. She had been an Interrogator...and...Sur felt a tingling of fear she tried to repress. If an Interrogator could fall so hard, so fast, then...

What about her?

Sur gulped as Shexia whispered in her ear.

"My name is Shexi, my sweet Sur," she whispered. "You may want to begin thinking of a new name for Thedias to love you by."

"F-Fuck you, xenofreak..." Sur whispered, then gasped as Shexi licked her neck with a warm, wet tongue, then smacked her ass, hard.

"Giddi up!"

Sur's wrists ached as her arms were hung above her. Her head spun as the warm music surrounding her continued - the sighs and the moans of pleasure, the soft strings that seemed to be written based on no human tonality, which reached deep into her mind. She was the centerpiece of a pure expression of absolute heresy, and her head spun with warm pleasure as she watched it all, unable to look away. Criminals she would have exterminated gladly walked free, many of them ones she recognized...ones she swore she had sent to die in the mines, who were now giggling, laughing, caressing one another.

This was the third day of her...

Education.

And she was no longer able to maintain her glare.

"Thirsty?"

The cheerful voice of a raven haired twenty something asked her. She was 448-211, prisoner...her name...Sur had never bothered to learn it, she had just been a number on her desk, a small vista-pic, and the report from the enforcers. She had broken the law on ration distribution quite flagrantly, so Sur had signed off on her being sent to extermination detail. Now, vastly pregnant, naked and smiling, her scarred and tattooed body pressed to Sur's side, holding a bowl of the same glimmering fluid that Sur had been drinking for the entire spate of her education. Her tongue tingled and her brain swam and her cunt ached to be touched as she panted, then whispered.

"I'm sr...uh...mmm..."

The words came out different than she expected. She closed her eyes. What was she trying to say?

"I did almost die, when we last met..." A gentle hand caressed her back, down to her meaty buttocks. The girl squeezed her and giggled. "But that is bygones! Are you thirsty? I was very thirsty before the Sisterhood found me...but that was the point, wasn't it?"

Sur whimpered. Some...strange emotion was inside her. It was not the raw lust that the drugs and the orgy and the enforced nudity and chains had induced in her. No. It was...something else. She was unable to think of this happy, smiling girl toiling in the harshest parts of the mine with nothing save her skin and the Emperor to protect her. She frowned.

"W-...What..."

"You're feeling shame," the other voice was...Shexi, oh Shexi. Sur lifted her head and saw the...the hateful...the lovely, the perfect, the wrong, the so wrong woman. She was naked, proudly showing her tainted, transformed body. Her clawed hand cupped Sur's cheek. "They teach you that shame doesn't exist - save in failing your duty. But you feel it."

"I...I..." Sur whimpered, then gasped as Shexi leaned in, whispering into her ear.

"Say it."

Her voice was not playful. It was deadly serious.

"I...I'm...sorry!" Sur gasped out.

Shexi, her lower hand, her alien hand, her tainted hand, reached down and slid between Sur's thighs. Her fingers, gentle and careful of her claw, pushed into Sur's cunt, crooking inside of her as Sur gasped and arched her back, then her moan was muffled as the warm fluid was poured down her throat. Her body burned with it as she drank and drank, then coughed, gasped.

"I'm sorry!" she moaned again.

"It's a start," Shexi purred, fingering her slowly, gently. "Now, how do you want to make up for it?"

"I...I..." Sur panted. "I don't know."

"Don't worry." Shexi smiled. "We'll show you a new way. A better way."

Sur cried out, orgasm slamming into her body like a bolt of lightning. Her back arched as she clenched on Shexi's blessed fingers. The raven haired pregnant woman giggled then walked forward. She grunted slightly as she bent forward against a nearby table, her rump wiggling fetichingly as she purred.

"I know one way!" she said, as Shexi grinned, then yanked on the aparatus that was helping to suspend Sur onto her toes. Sur found herself suddenly forced forward, her face buried between corrupt thighs, her nose filled with the subtly alien scent of a woman infected and impregnated by aliens.

She began to eat, as if she were starving.

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It's a new month! You, as usual, get to act first! Also, if Sur becomes normal infected or turned into a Kelermorph...you can decide! If whatever the next write in involves her, the way you write it will determine if she's merely infected, or gets a full TF. Same is true of Korine, you can use either of them as you see fit!
[ ] Attack BLANK (Might + Treasure VS Might + Territory)
[ ] Being Informed (Influence + Soverignty vs Diff 1)
[ ] Spying on BLANK (Influence + Treasury vs Influence + Territory)
[ ] Influence BLANK to do BLANK (Influence + Treasury vs Influence + Territory)
[ ] Increase your Sovereignty (Territory + Treasure vs Diff [Current Sovereignty])
[ ] Police BLANK (Might + Sovereignty vs Influence + Might)
[ ] Rise in Stature (Sovereignty + Treasure vs Diff [Current Influence]
[ ] Train and Levy Troops (Sovereignty + Territory vs Diff [Current Might]
[ ] Unconventional Warfare (write plan in)
[ ] Wait and Recover