Pens enjoys the feeling of being so closed to rugged steel again, the utilitarian nature of the vehicle spoke to its internal need to be useful.
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"Sufficient. Pens climbs into the back of the truck and stares out at the scenery.
Pens looked on impassively, unimpressed with the current situation. The entities massive form rivaling that of an unarmored astartes or young ogryn. "These do not seem meant to carry me."
"I would need to know how this pirate looks to attempt such a ploy."
"Should I be arming for combat?"
Psynescience
As Pens opens up to search for other psyker, the warp smiles back.
"Would it be best if I instructed them on the proper respect one should show one who represents the Emperor's ruling elite?" Pens looked down on the field at the overseer, staring at the man blankly as she spoke. "They waste the food stuffs they have in plenty, and they have forgotten their place. If a piece is broken it must be replaced." She spoke in the same slow monotone that she reported every other thought in, something about that made the statement even more menacing.
Pens waits patiently for her next assignment. No one would stay her hand once the time to repair this system was at hand. Slowly her hands flexed in the long remembered patterns of control mechanism relief valve release, soon it would be time to replace another control rod and refill the oil reserves... if she was still there.
"Point me towards our next targets, I will not be stopped by any in our way."
"Maybe we shall pay them a visit and find out what part they play in the plan."
Pens listens to the adulation and smiles at the sound. It is good to be loved instead of feared. She looks along the line of the vessel and notes the oddity.
Pens walks over in her simple pilgrimage robes and grabs the ropes from the nets and passes them to the first two to be sent back up as she shouts to the Fisher folk to attach the lines. "The Emperor sends protection to his children in need, grab the lines and hold fast, for this day you are saved."
"It would be better if I go. If the ship sinks I will be fine, you can bring them up two at a time that way."
No objections I don't think. Is recompense where they indicated the seed scribe or saints were?
Continuing such a lovely wander on such a beautiful day.
If no one is bothering to give orders to Pens "she" is going to head towards the indicated village to discuss things with a seed scribe.
"Then you will point the way to either these Saint's or the Prelate so that I may witness their piety and bask in their faith. I would have your names as well so that I may speak of those who have made possible my speedy travels to my destination."
I am hoping to fix our mistake. What kind of roll are you looking for to try and befriend these guards and convince them I am here for holy reasons? I don't know if it is a subterfuge kind of thing or more of a charm test.
Pens' Cell:
Pens places the simple robe over her ample amazonian form. "I carry all I need with me friend Daxio. I have been ready to go since we first met." As the group moves forward and sees the others, she smiles and removes the hood of her robe to allow her hair to fly freely in the breeze. Realizing the mistake that had been made and thinking fast she moved towards the group and spoke as loudly as she could. "Hello good guards of grain and laborers of the field. I am Pens, perpetual servant of the God-Emperor of Man, may he sit upon his gold throne and judge us all kindly this day. I seek to know where I might find those of the strongest faith in the Father of mankind and his many blessings?"
Pens' Cell:
"I have never required other clothing before. I will wear what you ask of me Friend Daxio. Will you require anything else of me?" Pens watches the man with interest, studying his reaction as they speak. Pens is silent as they walk, keeping her opinions to herself and allowing the tech priest to drone on about the plant matter. She had no interest in the food stuffs unless they shed light on the question they were sent to answer.
Pens' Cell:
"Of course friend Daxio, I did not realize my form would cause you discomfort. Is there something wrong with it?" She begins to pull on the old protection suit, the ancient metal doing much to cover her shapely form.
Daxio in Pens cell.: The woman looks up at Daxio as he enters and smiles. "I welcome you friend Daxio. Is it time for us to leave?"
"I do not remember if it even mattered what I was before I wasn't, let alone what I wasn't anymore. I am Pens now, as you are friend Valdear of Gregorm. I can exercise control of my form when I focus, and I am large and very hard to terminate."
"I am Pens friend Valdear of Gregorm, and I am a loyal servant of the Emperor may he reign over Terra for all time. I am called a twist, an aberrant mutation in the human form caused by exposure to corruption. I worked the fields that kept an ancient ship bringing its cargo of souls to holy Terra itself so they could be tested and given to what purposes they could find in service to the Empire." She does not smile naturally, not being a motion she can normally accomplish. "My soul is tattered from long service against that which is profane friend Valdear, I have forgotten more time then most have ever lived. The Emperor still has use for me, and I will serve till such time as I am found unfit for service or expend my life against the darkness that encroaches upon this great vessel we call the Imperium. And when I die there will be another to take my place... the field must hold."
Thank you sure. Having to keep it concentration so I am hampered on other uses, but I can't wait till Daxios comes to collect his charge...
And in a cabin far away from any sensitive equipment, Pens removes its helmets visor. The strangely blank form underneath seemed to copy the surface of the mask it had removed, except for those inky black pools of void that served as eyes, those flared now to life as galaxies were born and died in the span of seconds within those orbs. Through it all, the twin warp stars that served as pupils narrowed and the flesh seemed to explode and twist under stress, hard cheek bones jutted out and smoothed as color raced along to replace the dull grey that once was. Eyes formed in sockets, a mouth tore horribly out of blank flesh before taking a more pleasing shape, the nose takes on a more defined look as it lengthens and thins, and long flowing golden hair spills forth from scalp while nearly silver white eyebrows faintly grace the feminine physique. The rest of her body began to take one proportions all at once pleasing and unnatural in their perfection. Muscular definition inflated along every inch of her now toned body as belly flattened and hips jutted. Obvious feminine characteristics sprouted or sunk in and wrapped themselves in a dizzying display of warp taint before assuming natural skin tones and perfect proportions to make tongues lull and heads turn. The newly minted female form picked up her suit, though her collar was still firmly attached around her neck, and she waited patiently for her keeper to return.
Ok. That works. And I should have enough room as they would probably have given me the same wide berth as any other dangerous object... Yes she is waiting naked in her room. She may be a massive warp tainted monstrosity larger than any natural born human has the right to be, but at least she is now an attractive warp tainted monstrosity larger than any natural born human has the right to be. I hope this helps to deal with the issues we face ahead.
Question. Do I count as unbound psyker or Daemon psyker due to change? Edit: Oh yeah. No extra pilot, laborers, the Free Trader.
Yes, very important difference.
Pens stands impassively, holding the chest it has been bade to carry. It does not comment on the proceedings but seems to watch intently.
I do not see Pens requisitioning anything as all he needs is a force scythe. Unless people want to experiment with giving him power muscles and a second heart. Oh, and implanted armor, all of the implanted armor.
"I am sorry friend Daxio, I do not have any way to not look like myself. I have looked like myself for longer than you have been alive and I will continue to look like myself when I sadly must find a new minder for you have died. Hopefully either in the service of the Emperor or happily in your bed surrounded by those you love as old age finally takes you." The clanking thing follows behind Daxio as they move, the grey blanket eventually falling from his shoulders as they walk. "I do not possess a microbead, at some later date you may try to install one if you wish and I truly wish you the Emperor's luck on such an endeavor."
Pens does not speak, only moves to follow Daxio if he should choose to leave.
This all sounds reasonable, but I will continue using my WP for everything... like a poor twisted creature I am.
"Twenty years is not so long in the life of the Emperor's glorious Imperium of Man. Travel among the stars and the vagaries of communication may have delayed such things. If not, we will root out the heresy and burn it before the pyre of holy vengeance." Still the creature seems highly interested in what is being done. "I will pray for a routine inspection and prepare for a breakdown too far gone to be saved."
Pens waits patiently for the others to do what they will with the contents of the box. "I remember the day well when my new master came. Flanked by the silent ones that made my brain crawl he was, and many things he did ask. How long have you been at your post? Since they placed me here to oil this holy shaft. And how long has that been? I do not know all I know is the oiling of the shaft and the turning of the wheel. The pulling of the nob and the holy burning of the white rock. This is my service and I do it gladly. What did you do before this? I do not remember before this, it has been so long a time I think.... and then they told me my service was over and my new service would begin. They dragged me out of my hole and off the prison ship of witches to see that there was more than the six surfaces that bound my world. Now I have new service... with you."
Pens moves slowly towards the box as its suit clunked against the floor with every step. "I will happily greet the end of my existence should I harm you friend Daxio. It would seem we each get a pouch although I suggest we read the note first. I do not remember if I remember how to read. I am sure one of you will easily do the honor."
The twin baleful lights return to the dark voids of the eye slots, staring out at the gathered group and taking in its new companions before it once again began to move. The ancient suit seamed to lift and fill unnaturally as the being began to take a single step forward before kneeling before Ven. "My name is Pens, it was short for something but I no longer remember what it was. Unless it was a nickname, might have been one of those, but it is all the name that I still own on these many crossings." The creaking metal scraped as Pens bowed its massive head towards Ven allowing him access to the overly large collar that has been attached and welded to the corroded metals. The fresh new deterrent clashes mightily with the aged suit, making the venerable piece of protection look even more antiquated in contrast. "Please, inspect my collar for defect. I would not want it to fail in the sad event that I would somehow be turned from the Emperor's most blessed service. Just do not remove the personal protective gear if you please, I do not know what would happen in the event of a full removal and fear for your safety my new true companions." And again the giant creature seems to shrink within and the void stars wink out as if collapsing into cold brown dwarfs before disappearing once more. The suit hangs silently holding the position of submission that it had assumed. Quiet as the tomb worlds...
Not even sure if that will kill me. Also, thank you kind sir for the compliment on the fluff.
As the members of the cell read thee letter a dull metallic thudding can be heard resonating down the outside hallway, along with the rasping scrape of something heavy being dragged against bulkhead. The plodding steps becoming loud as their originator draws ever closer, a silent sense of foreboding seems to descend on all within the room. Slowly the plodding beast draws into the room, a dark figure cast of ceramite and steel. One could be forgiven for mistaking the man beast for one of the angels of the Emperor's holy astartes at first glance, a being of such size and unmistakable power... clad in armor and bearing holy markings of the Emperor upon every inch of his being. But size and power were the only things this beast shared with the holy ones of legend, for he was not of the Emperor's fury but a regrettable abomination of holy form. The reek of dark sin and old stains of past deeds are splattered across his massive armor, a repurposed geller field workman's armor that had seen centuries if not millennia of use... the venerable design having long past from the memory of all but the most learned of magos-domini. The weapon he had been dragging a simple chunk of twisted metal taken from some unknown machine and repurposed to a more martial purpose. A simple stubber of some crude build sat upon his chest and promised simple but efficient death if he were to draw it. Worst of all were the eyes that stared through the glass of the face mask, black voids filled with the dull burn of distant stars that never were. Then it spoke with a voice as ancient as the void and just as dark, its voice rang hollow within the shell it inhabited and it was plain to all that this thing was not of the Emperor's design, no voice should sound as alien as this. "Hello my new friends. I am so pleased to work with you this fine century. I understand I will be traveling in your care and will be required to have a minder. Here..." The thing tosses a sophisticated triggering device to Daxio. "... this is the triggering device for my explosives collar. Should I leave your side, or turn traitor, you are to activate the explosives within my collar in an attempt to end my insignificant existence." The cheerfulness and candor of the statements not matching the ancient hopelessness of the voice delivering them. And as quickly as that, the creature stopped possessing whatever motive force powered it and its eyes became a normal dark and empty.
Waiting for everyone else to start looking over the paperwork and chatting before making the entrance as planned boss.
Everyone settled with character building? Pens has not been introduced to the rest of the cell yet, so you are all going to have to reply to the first post before I show.
We are keeping the background we discussed and letting it unfold for the rest of the group as we go if they even care to ask.
Still cleaning up. |