If we are talking ideas, I'm back on the 40k Train and I'm trying a story idea with AU Taylor In Necromunda. Might lean towards Venator!Taylor. Here, have one of my experimental openings. I'm trying out several approaches to the idea of a literal Alternate Universe Taylor and how to tie canon to this. As for the overarching plot for much of the story, I have a really good idea to use that I got from one of the Kal Jericho Books.
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Hiveborne
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Momma said there's a heaven above where there is peace,
but until then, I'll keep my own piece in arm's reach
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She felt it before she saw it from any of her several point-of-views, a low mournful buzz in the back of her skull as it reached out to connect and started pulling on her senses with a desperate wailing desire to be found.
"Yes," she answered back, even if whatever it was couldn't physically hear her "I hear you. Just a moment, I'll dig you out and we'll get you cleaned up."
She called out over her connections to her Skulls even as she started to close in on where she could feel the pull coming from, converging them on the location with a comforting buzz of their anti-gravity systems filling the musty air even as she ordered them to start digging away at the pile of scrap. She cherished her Servo-Skulls, but better them then her when it came to this kind of job. There were plenty of horror stories about the kind of creatures that loved to burrow and nest in mounds just like this one.
Thankfully, that wasn't the case here. Letting the auspex readings filter into her thoughts, nothing stood out. No heartbeats, no heat signatures, no movements. Just the gentle pulse of a near-dead power cell that flared to life with relief and joy as her Servo-Skulls uncovered it after who-knows how long. Reaching down and plucking it from it's hole, she smiled wanly and ran a thumb over the Forge Mark that told of it's homeworld.
"Triplex Phall? You are a long way from where you are supposed to be. You have no business being down here in the Underhive." She said as she cradled it close.
The Lasgun was in poor condition. It looked like someone had taken a saw to the stock and snapped off the scope, before replacing the barrel with a custom one of low quality. She couldn't be sure, since most of it was a sagging mass of fused metal but it
looked like some idiot had used the high-power settings with a stutter barrel and just threw it away when it had melted under the heat.
"Stupid. Someone spent a lot of money to get you here, and they went and wasted you. I know better though, and so does Chu. Triplex produces some of the best Lasguns around, so we'll get you fixed up and off to someone who knows what they are doing this time round. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
The Machine Spirit trilled back to her in joy, and she smiled more fully when it did. It might have only been the effect of her powers, bolstering the Spirit and giving it more life and self, but it was better than most other interactions she'd get this far down in this strata of the Underhive. The Machines she bonded with loved her, and forced or not it was somewhat cute. She'd gotten better conversation from a door terminal then she had from a living person ever since the quake.
"Pack it up everyone, we're heading back!" She called out, her Servo-Skulls bobbing enthusiastically at the command as they kicked their propulsion into high before they started racing circles around her. As they did, she unrolled a bit of cord and did up a rudimentary strap to sling the lasgun to her back before she started heading back to her Hive Crawler, the little four-wheeled one-man still idling where she left it just a short jog away and stacked up with assorted containers and bags to hold all her salvage.
Taylor Hannette swung herself into the seat, and paused for a moment to adjust her robe and let the Skulls settle in before she gunned the engine and took off down the tunnels of Necromunda.
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