Chapter 2: Escalation
TheLunchKing
Heed my words... Egg.
Wrong. Words cannot express how WRONG the feeling I'm getting upon seeing the lesser daemons of chaos, but one thing I noticed that is actually really interesting. They have separated into four small mini-groups, I would realize that they are actually separated into each of their patrons, Nurgle had the most at 22 daemons and cultists most of which were nurglings and plaguebearers, Khorne had the second most at 18 daemons and no cultists, mostly filled with bloodletters and flesh hounds, oddly enough Slaanesh had the same amount as Khorne's group, 18 daemons and some cultists which are mostly daemonettes and fiends, and Tzeentch had the least with actually no daemons and just 10 cultists.
Combined they all number at 68, they outnumber us 6 to 1 since we only had 13 people not including me, four of which are not so skilled in combat, the most skilled combat units we have four Black Templars, two Apothecaries, Inquisitor Thrax, Captain Titus, and the one Tech Priest who is still unconscious back with the one apothecary, I need to move away enough that I can make my units to help in pushing them back.
With that in mind, I turned to Titus and Thrax. Titus stared me for a moment before nodding at me and ran to inform the others in the makeshift morgue/medical room near where we entered earlier. Inquisitor Thrax still stared at me as Captain Titus left with the apothecary and two Black Templars, the other two standing with Thrax as they too stared at me.
He must have seen something he liked or something else in my Eien-shape's eyes and turned to run and catch up with Titus and the others. As the last of the Imperials left the ruined bridge and left me with the warp corrupted corpse of the navigator. I could begin eating the ship and birthing my units from my mass. I still need to find a better term than that.
But first, quickly I reached for the navigator to toss him away from the throne in the middle of the room. I grabbed him by the priest garbs and felt something... like... what?... A flash of colors came upon my mind for a brief moment before seeing it get sliced by black and white, just as quickly as I saw that I was back on the bridge.
What was that? Wait. Focus Eien! Shaking my head I toss the navigator's corpse to the far end and decompressed myself enough that I birthed two large proteans immediately. Turns out there wasn't a limit to how much mass I can carry irl which was a blessing in this damn world I guess. I sent the large proteans bursting out of the bridge windows and had them climb to the top of the wreckage and had them form into four Crescents, and they were damn big.
Their sudden appearance seemed to have stunned the Chaos group as they stopped briefly to look at my Crescents forming, oh my. My goo forms FAST. Much faster than they do in the game, that's very interesting. Alright! They've formed, I immediately had my Gootillery lob their payload at the Chaos group while I started consuming, scanning, and overall just violating this ship's technological goldmine (to me).
The hostile movement from my Crescents seemed to have sparked a light underneath the Chaos group as most of them roared and started charging at the ship. Sorry Titus and temporary friends! You're gonna be getting visitors much earlier than you thought!
Damn, how dense are these fucking metals? The mass I'm getting from eating a few inches of the bridge is like if I was probably eating Catalyst for mass! I immediately separated enough to form another Mother Goo, what. Oh my, ok that is really REALLY interesting. I somewhat focus and ignore the sounds of battle outside as my crescents rained blobs of death from above. Thankfully the Formless Goo they fling are more deconstruction nanites and aren't actually connected to the Goo network.
But I was kind of wondering how they make the formless goo for ammunition, but when I birthed the new Mother Goo (That sounds really wrong), I found out how. The Goo Network is not just a network connection. It is a KEYHOLE NETWORK. One somehow locked into the Goo Network, it's kind of like a hivemind where I can share mass with any unit I have. It's also how the units are able to regenerate even when in their commanded forms. The Crescents are taking enough mass from me directly to make the formless goo.
Ok! Quickly, that is enough fascinatizationizing. With me and the new mother goo, we can speed up consuming...
- PING! -
Ah, the navigator chair and the bridge consoles I ate have been scanned, I'll check them later when we are NOT under danger. I hear the sounds of battle start escalating, and had both me and the new mother goo make eight small proteans and sent them out through the bridge window.
Setting the commands of my 'main' mother goo and the new mother goo to continue eating and producing proteans and the occassional mother goo to speed up production. I connected with one of the Crescents and looked through its eyes, I could feel it purr and croon in the back of my mind and slightly smiled a bit mentally which grew wider when I heard the other crescents and the one radiant I had ping in jealousy.
Ok, my eight small protean masses climbed down and I had them form into four groups of drovers and four groups of striders. Looking at the battle, it was actually kind of even, the bloodletters, flesh hounds, nurglings, and daemonettes were actually the first to die but they gave as good as they got, the two Black Templars I rescued earlier from being buried took the last of the bloodletters and daemonettes down with a suicide attack.
I forgot those fanatics were crazily devoted, but now I had more units. The crescents apparently killed quite a bit of the nurglings and plaguebearers, the cultists channeled their inner humanity or what's left of it anyway to become the most dug in pieces of shit I've ever seen. Hell I see some of the cultists use the bodies of their fallen as shields against my gootillery! Which is actually kind of effective much to my dismay. The destruction nanites violently eat a large area and detonate in a small burst of electromagnetic plasma, it sounds good but the attacks actually spread out too much and don't eat as deep as you think. The Crescents payload is more suited to slowing them down than just straight up annihilating them like normal artillery.
Huh I've seen the Striders be near or higher than the Beta which are taller than humans. The Drovers match the Striders in height and they are about the same height as a Space Marine. That's nice to know. Sending them forward I see the 16 Drovers charge up their shotgun shots and let loose with the Striders behind them picking their targets carefully advancing.
Drovers and Striders may have been a good choice for swarming, but I need to develop new and better units since I think even Imperial Guard can take out my small protean units easily.
It's a thought I believe had merit since I see a charging Drover may have killed a cultist, one of the others did some weird mini-ritual on his knife and shoved it into the drover's cannon and it caused my unit to explode. Tsking, I surveyed the battle and saw Captain Titus moving like he does in the fucking game. He is slicing through them all like god damn butter. This is great! Nothing can go wro- Shit.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
... I just had to mentally say that huh? Uuggggghhhh FUCK!!!
Quickly I look through the 'eyes' of my Radiant nearby and balked at what I saw. That's a fucking WARBOSS! Why in the FUCK is a WARBOSS HERE?! NEAR AN OUTPOST?!?! I look at the skies as if the fucker who shoved me in this world was watching and gave the mental equivalent of the finger, it's because I tempted fate. Fuck you.
"Orks, why did it have to be orks." I heard Titus through one of my Striders and can't help but agree with his muttering. Taking stock of what new proteans my Mother Goos made and sighed in relief before calling them out. Three large protean masses and eight more small protean masses, this was good. I'm not saying anything else that cosmic bullshit will use against me.
I ordered one of the large proteans to move in front of the imperial team and had it morph into a Bastion for them to be able to take cover behind along with another that formed into a pair of Destructors, the last protean formed into another Bastion and I made a gamble and made a gamble to have it 'attack' the Chaos forces. Thankfully my gamble worked, since my forces are not bound by the laws of the game, they can do actions that make sense.
Oh wow, ok so the Bastions attack almost similarly to those big Pandora herbivores in the Avatar movie, aaaaand I just watched it slam its head down and bulldoze one of the few plaguebearers left into green paste. That's disgusting.
This is going to be a very messy fight, I had the eight small proteans quickly morph into four more groups of striders and drovers. I need to quickly wrack up the numbers on our side to take care of the surprise Ork Warboss and whatever the Chaos forces throw at us. The destructors and the crescents keep sending their projectiles at the Chaos and newly introduced Ork forces. I had to take most of my goo units and throw them at the Orks to buy us time, at least until Captain Titus and the others deal with the Chaos team.
I received a ping that notified me of something with the goo mothers and my first body, looking through their 'eyes' I was surprised at what I saw but in a good way. One of the five goo mothers (Not including my main body) ate through the floor and landed in the armory! I found bolters, heavy bolters, hell even a few pieces of spare inquisitor power armor... actually there are quite a number of pieces, this kind of tells me what kind of fighter Inquisitor Thrax is.
Either he is overly cautious or some kind of battle maniac. Judging by what I see that he is actually keeping up with Titus, who is a full fledged space marine, I am inclined to believe he is some sort of battle master of an inquisitor. Not much is known about him really. Quickly having the goo mother look at the entrance to the armory I see it is broken and ruined... maaaaybe I can sneak some of the pieces and give the marines the rest? I mean I'm just potentially giving them more guns to shoot me with but with all this mass from eating the ship? I can risk it.
I have the mother in the armory birth a large protean and had it 'eat' but not dissolve the heavy bolters, plasma cannon, ammo, medical supplies, a weird looking power spear, and pfft. Oh I hope Titus likes me for this. The Vengeance Launcher. I wonder if the good captain channeled his inner Blood Raven and swiped it before he got taken in.
ANYWAY! I had the large protean quickly exit through the hole above and through the bridge windows, along with a few more large and small protean reinforcements. Taking control of a strider near Captain Titus and Inquisitor Thrax I channeled my voice through them.
"Captain. Inquisitor. Back. Weapons." FUCK. Still broken speeched, I saw them look at the strider and quickly had the strider turn and point at the large protean heading towards the templar marines and apothecaries. I noticed them flinch as they saw what was in the large protean and quickly ran back to the lines while my new proteans morphed into more bastions, destructors, striders, and drovers to wreck havoc and distract both Chaos and Orkz.
INQUISITOR THRAX POV
How... thoughtful of the young xeno to give us better weapons, it must have found the armory. I thought as the blob it sent dumped the weapons down on the ground. Ugh. Don't be disgusted me, the xeno went through the trouble of giving us better weapons. Hmph, I see the two Templars decided to immediately take the heavy Bolters, not surprising.
I felt a lot of amusement however when I saw Captain Titus pick up the Vengeance Launcher with an almost joyful look in his eyes, a young veteran he may be. But any space marine loves a good explosion, and after seeing the reports of that weapon in action I can already see the Templar marines being jealous of him.
As for me, I chose to take the Plasma Pistol and ah. I should properly thank the young xeno girl. I pick up my personal Power Spear, [Iron Blessing] and almost felt it warm my hand as if to say it's happy to be wielded again. If I were to be honest, I am glad the xeno girl brought it here. I oversaw the forging of this weapon myself since it was to be mine.
Not a moment too soon, I turned and followed Titus back into battle, hmph it appears he is enjoying himself with using the Vengeance Launcher on the Orkz. I on the other hand charged at a surviving Bloodletter that was going to swing its cursed blade at the ultramarine.
Stepping quickly into it's guard I parried the blade with Iron Blessing and rammed it through the daemon's skull before blasting it apart with my plasma pistol. It's been a while since I fought with Iron Blessing, I should enjoy it while I can.
EIEN POV
Damn. This Inquisitor Thrax is not a joke at all, he didn't even look winded after essentially hauling ass to save Titus' ass from a bloodletter sneaking behind him. He seemed a little happy when I had the protean drop the power spear, was that his? Well, it WAS next to the inquisitor armor. Eh, its a happy accident.
Turning back to survey the battlefield, I can't help but wince. I may be constantly churning out more goo forces, but the Orkz are giving it good to my swarm of Drovers and Striders, despite them losing a lot of ork boyz and nobz. They just keep screaming and coming at us, if I were still fully organic I would shit my pants at seeing them act like that.
I checked and noticed my goo mothers are making a lot more proteans now and that is great, the goo mother in the armory completely ate the rest of it while birthing another two mothers and some large proteans. Ok finally, I have enough now to afford some breathing room for all of us. I gave the command and from the newly eaten holes of the ship. Everyone on the battlefield could see the tide of multiple large and small proteans surging from the hulk of the wrecked ship.
I had my main body follow out and switched back into it as the tide of protean masses morphed into more Bastions which set up a perimeter base for me and the imperials, Destructors which acted like tank destroyers targeting whatever, Crescents which took refuge on top of the ship out of reach, Tempests just in case any air decides to surprise us, countless Striders and Drovers to give the enemy something to shoot and be worried for, and more Radiants which I quickly had turn invisible under the cover of the Bastions and sent them out behind enemy lines.
My main body morphed the Eien shape and it seems like the good captain and inquisitor decided now since I sent a large force out to come back and... actually I don't know if they rest physically, maybe mentally. Yeah let's go with mentally.
"Xeno, I would have to thank you for bringing me Iron Blessing. She is my personal weapon and one that has served by my side through many battles. She has saved my life many times, and I would hate to part with her so soon." Inquisitor Thrax ACTUALLY thanked me, I'm shocked and my Eien shape blinked her eyes in shock.
"I too wish to express my thanks for bringing me the Vengeance Launcher, it is a good weapon and excellent against large hordes like the Orkz brought here." Captain Titus thanked me as well for bringing his favorite weapon. I don't actually know if it is his favorite but that thing would be any space marine's favorite with how much big boom it does.
I look to the side to see that the Tech Priest is still unconscious which I am thankful for, as she would immediately notice that I was no biological but a full machine. Though eating the ship gave me a lot of new goo mothers so I can transfer my conscious quickly to any of them. It's a good way to not die just in case they are dumb enough, which I am hoping they are not, to shoot me once my secret is outed.
"No. Thanks. Need. You. Give. Ship. Me. Help." That was actually a semi-good sentence, maybe my gothic is getting better! "Ah, maybe now I should say it. You are switching between High and Low Gothic, that is why your sentences seem broken xeno girl." Wait what? I quickly did a scan on what words was I using exactly and found out he was right! How did that happen?! I set most of the goo forces on autopilot and quickly set out to fix my mixed gothic problem.
Barely, I could hear the good captain and inquisitor begin speaking with the other space marines and apothecaries about what to do about the remains of the Chaos force and the Warboss' horde. Ok, so maybe this little node is the reason? It's all tangled up with the other nodes, just straighten it out aaaaand...
"Hello? Testing, testing, one two three?" My Low Gothic was actually good now! Huh, my voice actually sounds a little sensual, kind of like those ara ara ladies in anime I used to watch. It grabbed the attention of Titus and Thrax, who walked back over to me and started speaking themselves.
"You finally manage to speak normally young xeno? Truly remarkable." Inquisitor Thrax I don't need you to drawl and be a sarcastic ass right now!
"With that done, do you have a name young xeno? I doubt you would like to be called young xeno all the time." Captain Titus ever the gentleman... well, except to his enemies.
Clearing my throat, although that is not needed. I spoke clearly. "I would rather not, my name is Eien. Since I can clearly speak the language now, I can tell you more about our situation after seeing it from my Radiants." Inquisitor Thrax, Captain Titus, and the rest of the Imperials began listening closely. Since I could speak clearly and I had the only information that could help shed light on our situation.
"My scouts have seen something weird among the Ork forces, their Warboss actually is staying behind and not leading the charge like I usually see other Warbosses do. Though thankfully it seems that the Warboss' didn't intend to join a fight since it didn't have any heavy armor or flying support. This must just be one of those 'fun hunting parties' the Orkz do from time to time. The Chaos team on the other hand are doing something odd, the few cultists have decided to dig in and also dug a hole small enough for them to get in and for my forces to not be able to. Not even my Radiants are able to see what they are doing, the few daemons and cultists left are defending that hole with their lives though." As I finished what I was saying, Inquisitor Thrax's eyes widened and immediately informed us of what had him spooked.
"Those blasted cultists are going to try and bring a greater daemon here! How long ago did this happen?!" Just as I said not too long ago the Chaos position exploded in a pink pillar of warp energies and out from the pillar came a few more slaanesh lesser daemons as well as furies of chaos.
"Ah, fuck me..." I can't help but reflexively said and immediately realized that it was the worst thing I could have ever said in that moment.
"SiNcE yOu ArE iNvITiNg~ wHo aM I tO ReFuSE?~"
Shit.
Oh mini thing: I'm gonna make Thrax into some kind of a sarcastic badass, hopefully I do a good. <:3 Since we don't have really any information on the Inquisitor.
Combined they all number at 68, they outnumber us 6 to 1 since we only had 13 people not including me, four of which are not so skilled in combat, the most skilled combat units we have four Black Templars, two Apothecaries, Inquisitor Thrax, Captain Titus, and the one Tech Priest who is still unconscious back with the one apothecary, I need to move away enough that I can make my units to help in pushing them back.
With that in mind, I turned to Titus and Thrax. Titus stared me for a moment before nodding at me and ran to inform the others in the makeshift morgue/medical room near where we entered earlier. Inquisitor Thrax still stared at me as Captain Titus left with the apothecary and two Black Templars, the other two standing with Thrax as they too stared at me.
He must have seen something he liked or something else in my Eien-shape's eyes and turned to run and catch up with Titus and the others. As the last of the Imperials left the ruined bridge and left me with the warp corrupted corpse of the navigator. I could begin eating the ship and birthing my units from my mass. I still need to find a better term than that.
But first, quickly I reached for the navigator to toss him away from the throne in the middle of the room. I grabbed him by the priest garbs and felt something... like... what?... A flash of colors came upon my mind for a brief moment before seeing it get sliced by black and white, just as quickly as I saw that I was back on the bridge.
What was that? Wait. Focus Eien! Shaking my head I toss the navigator's corpse to the far end and decompressed myself enough that I birthed two large proteans immediately. Turns out there wasn't a limit to how much mass I can carry irl which was a blessing in this damn world I guess. I sent the large proteans bursting out of the bridge windows and had them climb to the top of the wreckage and had them form into four Crescents, and they were damn big.
Their sudden appearance seemed to have stunned the Chaos group as they stopped briefly to look at my Crescents forming, oh my. My goo forms FAST. Much faster than they do in the game, that's very interesting. Alright! They've formed, I immediately had my Gootillery lob their payload at the Chaos group while I started consuming, scanning, and overall just violating this ship's technological goldmine (to me).
The hostile movement from my Crescents seemed to have sparked a light underneath the Chaos group as most of them roared and started charging at the ship. Sorry Titus and temporary friends! You're gonna be getting visitors much earlier than you thought!
Damn, how dense are these fucking metals? The mass I'm getting from eating a few inches of the bridge is like if I was probably eating Catalyst for mass! I immediately separated enough to form another Mother Goo, what. Oh my, ok that is really REALLY interesting. I somewhat focus and ignore the sounds of battle outside as my crescents rained blobs of death from above. Thankfully the Formless Goo they fling are more deconstruction nanites and aren't actually connected to the Goo network.
But I was kind of wondering how they make the formless goo for ammunition, but when I birthed the new Mother Goo (That sounds really wrong), I found out how. The Goo Network is not just a network connection. It is a KEYHOLE NETWORK. One somehow locked into the Goo Network, it's kind of like a hivemind where I can share mass with any unit I have. It's also how the units are able to regenerate even when in their commanded forms. The Crescents are taking enough mass from me directly to make the formless goo.
Ok! Quickly, that is enough fascinatizationizing. With me and the new mother goo, we can speed up consuming...
- PING! -
Ah, the navigator chair and the bridge consoles I ate have been scanned, I'll check them later when we are NOT under danger. I hear the sounds of battle start escalating, and had both me and the new mother goo make eight small proteans and sent them out through the bridge window.
Setting the commands of my 'main' mother goo and the new mother goo to continue eating and producing proteans and the occassional mother goo to speed up production. I connected with one of the Crescents and looked through its eyes, I could feel it purr and croon in the back of my mind and slightly smiled a bit mentally which grew wider when I heard the other crescents and the one radiant I had ping in jealousy.
Ok, my eight small protean masses climbed down and I had them form into four groups of drovers and four groups of striders. Looking at the battle, it was actually kind of even, the bloodletters, flesh hounds, nurglings, and daemonettes were actually the first to die but they gave as good as they got, the two Black Templars I rescued earlier from being buried took the last of the bloodletters and daemonettes down with a suicide attack.
I forgot those fanatics were crazily devoted, but now I had more units. The crescents apparently killed quite a bit of the nurglings and plaguebearers, the cultists channeled their inner humanity or what's left of it anyway to become the most dug in pieces of shit I've ever seen. Hell I see some of the cultists use the bodies of their fallen as shields against my gootillery! Which is actually kind of effective much to my dismay. The destruction nanites violently eat a large area and detonate in a small burst of electromagnetic plasma, it sounds good but the attacks actually spread out too much and don't eat as deep as you think. The Crescents payload is more suited to slowing them down than just straight up annihilating them like normal artillery.
Huh I've seen the Striders be near or higher than the Beta which are taller than humans. The Drovers match the Striders in height and they are about the same height as a Space Marine. That's nice to know. Sending them forward I see the 16 Drovers charge up their shotgun shots and let loose with the Striders behind them picking their targets carefully advancing.
Drovers and Striders may have been a good choice for swarming, but I need to develop new and better units since I think even Imperial Guard can take out my small protean units easily.
It's a thought I believe had merit since I see a charging Drover may have killed a cultist, one of the others did some weird mini-ritual on his knife and shoved it into the drover's cannon and it caused my unit to explode. Tsking, I surveyed the battle and saw Captain Titus moving like he does in the fucking game. He is slicing through them all like god damn butter. This is great! Nothing can go wro- Shit.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
... I just had to mentally say that huh? Uuggggghhhh FUCK!!!
Quickly I look through the 'eyes' of my Radiant nearby and balked at what I saw. That's a fucking WARBOSS! Why in the FUCK is a WARBOSS HERE?! NEAR AN OUTPOST?!?! I look at the skies as if the fucker who shoved me in this world was watching and gave the mental equivalent of the finger, it's because I tempted fate. Fuck you.
"Orks, why did it have to be orks." I heard Titus through one of my Striders and can't help but agree with his muttering. Taking stock of what new proteans my Mother Goos made and sighed in relief before calling them out. Three large protean masses and eight more small protean masses, this was good. I'm not saying anything else that cosmic bullshit will use against me.
I ordered one of the large proteans to move in front of the imperial team and had it morph into a Bastion for them to be able to take cover behind along with another that formed into a pair of Destructors, the last protean formed into another Bastion and I made a gamble and made a gamble to have it 'attack' the Chaos forces. Thankfully my gamble worked, since my forces are not bound by the laws of the game, they can do actions that make sense.
Oh wow, ok so the Bastions attack almost similarly to those big Pandora herbivores in the Avatar movie, aaaaand I just watched it slam its head down and bulldoze one of the few plaguebearers left into green paste. That's disgusting.
This is going to be a very messy fight, I had the eight small proteans quickly morph into four more groups of striders and drovers. I need to quickly wrack up the numbers on our side to take care of the surprise Ork Warboss and whatever the Chaos forces throw at us. The destructors and the crescents keep sending their projectiles at the Chaos and newly introduced Ork forces. I had to take most of my goo units and throw them at the Orks to buy us time, at least until Captain Titus and the others deal with the Chaos team.
I received a ping that notified me of something with the goo mothers and my first body, looking through their 'eyes' I was surprised at what I saw but in a good way. One of the five goo mothers (Not including my main body) ate through the floor and landed in the armory! I found bolters, heavy bolters, hell even a few pieces of spare inquisitor power armor... actually there are quite a number of pieces, this kind of tells me what kind of fighter Inquisitor Thrax is.
Either he is overly cautious or some kind of battle maniac. Judging by what I see that he is actually keeping up with Titus, who is a full fledged space marine, I am inclined to believe he is some sort of battle master of an inquisitor. Not much is known about him really. Quickly having the goo mother look at the entrance to the armory I see it is broken and ruined... maaaaybe I can sneak some of the pieces and give the marines the rest? I mean I'm just potentially giving them more guns to shoot me with but with all this mass from eating the ship? I can risk it.
I have the mother in the armory birth a large protean and had it 'eat' but not dissolve the heavy bolters, plasma cannon, ammo, medical supplies, a weird looking power spear, and pfft. Oh I hope Titus likes me for this. The Vengeance Launcher. I wonder if the good captain channeled his inner Blood Raven and swiped it before he got taken in.
ANYWAY! I had the large protean quickly exit through the hole above and through the bridge windows, along with a few more large and small protean reinforcements. Taking control of a strider near Captain Titus and Inquisitor Thrax I channeled my voice through them.
"Captain. Inquisitor. Back. Weapons." FUCK. Still broken speeched, I saw them look at the strider and quickly had the strider turn and point at the large protean heading towards the templar marines and apothecaries. I noticed them flinch as they saw what was in the large protean and quickly ran back to the lines while my new proteans morphed into more bastions, destructors, striders, and drovers to wreck havoc and distract both Chaos and Orkz.
INQUISITOR THRAX POV
How... thoughtful of the young xeno to give us better weapons, it must have found the armory. I thought as the blob it sent dumped the weapons down on the ground. Ugh. Don't be disgusted me, the xeno went through the trouble of giving us better weapons. Hmph, I see the two Templars decided to immediately take the heavy Bolters, not surprising.
I felt a lot of amusement however when I saw Captain Titus pick up the Vengeance Launcher with an almost joyful look in his eyes, a young veteran he may be. But any space marine loves a good explosion, and after seeing the reports of that weapon in action I can already see the Templar marines being jealous of him.
As for me, I chose to take the Plasma Pistol and ah. I should properly thank the young xeno girl. I pick up my personal Power Spear, [Iron Blessing] and almost felt it warm my hand as if to say it's happy to be wielded again. If I were to be honest, I am glad the xeno girl brought it here. I oversaw the forging of this weapon myself since it was to be mine.
Not a moment too soon, I turned and followed Titus back into battle, hmph it appears he is enjoying himself with using the Vengeance Launcher on the Orkz. I on the other hand charged at a surviving Bloodletter that was going to swing its cursed blade at the ultramarine.
Stepping quickly into it's guard I parried the blade with Iron Blessing and rammed it through the daemon's skull before blasting it apart with my plasma pistol. It's been a while since I fought with Iron Blessing, I should enjoy it while I can.
EIEN POV
Damn. This Inquisitor Thrax is not a joke at all, he didn't even look winded after essentially hauling ass to save Titus' ass from a bloodletter sneaking behind him. He seemed a little happy when I had the protean drop the power spear, was that his? Well, it WAS next to the inquisitor armor. Eh, its a happy accident.
Turning back to survey the battlefield, I can't help but wince. I may be constantly churning out more goo forces, but the Orkz are giving it good to my swarm of Drovers and Striders, despite them losing a lot of ork boyz and nobz. They just keep screaming and coming at us, if I were still fully organic I would shit my pants at seeing them act like that.
I checked and noticed my goo mothers are making a lot more proteans now and that is great, the goo mother in the armory completely ate the rest of it while birthing another two mothers and some large proteans. Ok finally, I have enough now to afford some breathing room for all of us. I gave the command and from the newly eaten holes of the ship. Everyone on the battlefield could see the tide of multiple large and small proteans surging from the hulk of the wrecked ship.
I had my main body follow out and switched back into it as the tide of protean masses morphed into more Bastions which set up a perimeter base for me and the imperials, Destructors which acted like tank destroyers targeting whatever, Crescents which took refuge on top of the ship out of reach, Tempests just in case any air decides to surprise us, countless Striders and Drovers to give the enemy something to shoot and be worried for, and more Radiants which I quickly had turn invisible under the cover of the Bastions and sent them out behind enemy lines.
My main body morphed the Eien shape and it seems like the good captain and inquisitor decided now since I sent a large force out to come back and... actually I don't know if they rest physically, maybe mentally. Yeah let's go with mentally.
"Xeno, I would have to thank you for bringing me Iron Blessing. She is my personal weapon and one that has served by my side through many battles. She has saved my life many times, and I would hate to part with her so soon." Inquisitor Thrax ACTUALLY thanked me, I'm shocked and my Eien shape blinked her eyes in shock.
"I too wish to express my thanks for bringing me the Vengeance Launcher, it is a good weapon and excellent against large hordes like the Orkz brought here." Captain Titus thanked me as well for bringing his favorite weapon. I don't actually know if it is his favorite but that thing would be any space marine's favorite with how much big boom it does.
I look to the side to see that the Tech Priest is still unconscious which I am thankful for, as she would immediately notice that I was no biological but a full machine. Though eating the ship gave me a lot of new goo mothers so I can transfer my conscious quickly to any of them. It's a good way to not die just in case they are dumb enough, which I am hoping they are not, to shoot me once my secret is outed.
"No. Thanks. Need. You. Give. Ship. Me. Help." That was actually a semi-good sentence, maybe my gothic is getting better! "Ah, maybe now I should say it. You are switching between High and Low Gothic, that is why your sentences seem broken xeno girl." Wait what? I quickly did a scan on what words was I using exactly and found out he was right! How did that happen?! I set most of the goo forces on autopilot and quickly set out to fix my mixed gothic problem.
Barely, I could hear the good captain and inquisitor begin speaking with the other space marines and apothecaries about what to do about the remains of the Chaos force and the Warboss' horde. Ok, so maybe this little node is the reason? It's all tangled up with the other nodes, just straighten it out aaaaand...
"Hello? Testing, testing, one two three?" My Low Gothic was actually good now! Huh, my voice actually sounds a little sensual, kind of like those ara ara ladies in anime I used to watch. It grabbed the attention of Titus and Thrax, who walked back over to me and started speaking themselves.
"You finally manage to speak normally young xeno? Truly remarkable." Inquisitor Thrax I don't need you to drawl and be a sarcastic ass right now!
"With that done, do you have a name young xeno? I doubt you would like to be called young xeno all the time." Captain Titus ever the gentleman... well, except to his enemies.
Clearing my throat, although that is not needed. I spoke clearly. "I would rather not, my name is Eien. Since I can clearly speak the language now, I can tell you more about our situation after seeing it from my Radiants." Inquisitor Thrax, Captain Titus, and the rest of the Imperials began listening closely. Since I could speak clearly and I had the only information that could help shed light on our situation.
"My scouts have seen something weird among the Ork forces, their Warboss actually is staying behind and not leading the charge like I usually see other Warbosses do. Though thankfully it seems that the Warboss' didn't intend to join a fight since it didn't have any heavy armor or flying support. This must just be one of those 'fun hunting parties' the Orkz do from time to time. The Chaos team on the other hand are doing something odd, the few cultists have decided to dig in and also dug a hole small enough for them to get in and for my forces to not be able to. Not even my Radiants are able to see what they are doing, the few daemons and cultists left are defending that hole with their lives though." As I finished what I was saying, Inquisitor Thrax's eyes widened and immediately informed us of what had him spooked.
"Those blasted cultists are going to try and bring a greater daemon here! How long ago did this happen?!" Just as I said not too long ago the Chaos position exploded in a pink pillar of warp energies and out from the pillar came a few more slaanesh lesser daemons as well as furies of chaos.
"Ah, fuck me..." I can't help but reflexively said and immediately realized that it was the worst thing I could have ever said in that moment.
"SiNcE yOu ArE iNvITiNg~ wHo aM I tO ReFuSE?~"
Shit.
Oh mini thing: I'm gonna make Thrax into some kind of a sarcastic badass, hopefully I do a good. <:3 Since we don't have really any information on the Inquisitor.
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