A return
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Bahu Set, Heroine of Eztili, Mistress of the Black Hammer, Slayer of Warboss Scrimjaw, and a hundred other titles besides, fell to her hands and knees on soft grass. Behind her, the portal to the Immaterium closed. She sucked in breaths, even as her shattered armor fell to the ground beneath her.
A horrible clicking sound. One she understood.
[Holy shit, are you okay?]
She looked up and saw one of the vile spider xenos the Anarchians had foolishly accepted into their federation. She looked down, unwilling to look at it for too long. At least she had gotten to where she wanted. Then she laughed.
"No. No I'm not. All I did for him, and he tries to kill me immediately when I insist I'm a woman. All I did to you and even those who hate me respect my womanhood here." She pounds the ground with her fist.
The spider is silent.
"If I must die I would rather die for what I've done than for what I am."
Wait. She looked up at the xeno and blinked. Oh.
A horrible clicking sound. One she understood.
[Holy shit, are you okay?]
She looked up and saw one of the vile spider xenos the Anarchians had foolishly accepted into their federation. She looked down, unwilling to look at it for too long. At least she had gotten to where she wanted. Then she laughed.
"No. No I'm not. All I did for him, and he tries to kill me immediately when I insist I'm a woman. All I did to you and even those who hate me respect my womanhood here." She pounds the ground with her fist.
The spider is silent.
"If I must die I would rather die for what I've done than for what I am."
Wait. She looked up at the xeno and blinked. Oh.
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