As I returned on board the Canticle, the snarky Solitaire was for once bereft of silly jokes.
He just stared at the Eldar goddess with awe and reverence, sothing he hasn't shown even in the presence of his patron god, Cegorach.
"Lady Isha..." he murmured in a daze.
"I see you, Mnemorach. Your sacrifice is not forgotten." the goddess answered in a clear voice, although her attention was focused on the other goddess present on this ship.
Ephrael Stern stared at Isha with a surprised visage, while tendrils of lightning began to swirl around her body.
"Stan down, Stern!" I ordered in a harsh tone, then relocated the Sister of Battle to the side, and right between Albesalom and Vaedrax. Constricted by their Null auras, the oncoming lightning storm was mostly subdued.
With a curious glance towards , Isha raised an eyebrow. "This woman has amazing potential, for a human. She glows so bright..."
I shrugged and walked onwards towards the dicae ward. "She looks normal to . As for psyker powers...strength without skill is less than a boon and more of a hindrance. Decent Navigator anyways." I comnted in a careless voice.
Canis took a guarding station at the ward's door as we entered the first dical room. Here they treated ergencies such as injuries or burns, mostly the result of training accidents or machine malfunctions. Damn things kept happening to the crew, or the troops carried for defense.
The goddess smiled as we walked through, and in our wake injuries healed and limbs grew back as if a miracle was happening. And it possibly was.
A minute later, we arrived at the rejuvenation ward, where Elena Derosa and Elucia Vhane rested in their hospital beds after their latest treatnt.
"I understand the problem now. Your barbaric treatnts had reached the limits of what can be done to stimulate life via chanical ans." Isha whispered in knowing voice, while ignoring the outraged Biologis techpriests.
With a simple gesture, the plugs and feeder tubes were lifted away, while a spell flew over the two won and began regenerating both of them back to health, and a certain asure of youth. Not complete, but an indeterminate age about 30 to 40 was much better than before.
A minute later, the rejuvenat specialist Adept, Lady Minst arrived at a run, probably warned by the lack of bio-signals from her Rogue Trader Captain.
"...It's you! I dread of you, held in a cage." the Adept murmured at the sight of the Eldar goddess.
The goddess nodded in a gentle manner. "We share a purpose, Lady Adept. Healing is your calling, and my divine domain. Should you ask, you can have a place at my side." she offered out of nowhere.
The Adept hesitated, turning towards Captain Vhane for advice.
"I will not deny you this chance for more knowledge, my friend. Go and learn, and one day you might return to the then. With Shevokh sent away, you will receive this project under your control." I mused out loud, and noticed the Primarch turn in surprise towards .
"Quite astute, this observation, Lord Lancefire. But is there a reason you're disturbing this negotiation?" he asked a bit too forceful.
I smiled pleasantly, then flared my own Null Shield to block off sound and any Warp readings from the dead Primarch.
"I expect there are lots of new technologies awaiting , Lord Trazyn. I know the T'au keep researching onwards to address their lack of allies in certain fields. And as always, I will need them in STC format." I proposed with a ntal ssage via the Sounding Board.
The tal boned robot glared at for a mont, as if trying to read my intentions. Sure, I did expose his power play among his fellow Necrons, but such simple ploys were rather easy to deduce.
Trazyn never liked taking real risks or becoming an obvious player in the galaxy, instead preferring to obfuscate and misdirect, while hiding his real influence and power. A sensible approach, considering how determined the Eldar were to kill him, until now. Even if kidnapping Isha was his own fault.
"You're lucky the Flayer virus antidote was completed by Isha before you arrived, my strange friend. The Eldar goddess has beco a liability now, especially after she failed to revert any Necron, back to our original Necrontyr flesh. I even got a generous offer from Ahriman for her." Trazyn answered with his own ntal sending.
"An antidote is not a vaccine. Clever play, Lord Trazyn." I comnted just as a data-stack filled with advanced technologies appeared in my hand. This was the last paid batch of technology included in the Psi-Titan trade from a century ago. I was a bit delayed collecting my prize, but unlike humanity the T'au kept researching, so a century of extra developnt was great.
"A Flayer vaccine was not intended nor desired, Lord Lancefire. There would be no reason for those protected to remain loyal. Those infected will have to return every decade for treatnt, or beco dented beasts again." Trazyn explained in a proud tone.
It was really clever of him, as millions of Necrons will flock to his banner to escape the C'tan virus, and thus provide him a giant expendable army.
But news of Ahriman were worrying. This guy was beginning to annoy , especially since he constantly evaded my traps.
Still, I knew where he will be in a decade, as Tzeentch intended to extend his holding in the real, by conquering the Stygius Sector. A decade was a long ti to prepare, especially if the latest tech infusion contained anti-warp devices and weapons.
I hoped the T'au didn't let down and invented nice stuff. Or I would have to expend more Vortex warheads to convince them of the right path to follow. Eh, I would probably send a few warheads anyway, just to keep them busy.
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