"Let's hope we never have to get to that point, Mighty Zarhulash. Plus, doing what Lord Trazyn says, torturing a C'tan to obtain more abilities? Is that really necessary?" I asked in a eker tone, and then located my daughter on the Aegida, talking to a Sister.
Hmmm, so they weren't all muted? Perhaps that woman hadn't taken the vow of tranquility yet. Most likely so.
Made sense to keep a few voice able sisters around, if communicating with other people was needed.
A few other Sisters had Vox comms attached to their or sothing." I answered with grim smile.
The Novice Sister glared at like I said sothing untrue. "You think they make nega-psi bolts from dead Blanks or Pariah?" she asked a bit terrified.
I nodded with certitude. "Completely certain, Sister Alana. Of course, they might die during battles or sothing. It's not like anyone would hate Untouchables so much, that they would simply murder them to collect the organic parts, right?" I asked rhetorically, as the Talion lander entered the launch bay of the Eldar Void Stalker.
"... I've never heard of Blank n fighting in battles." Alana confessed with a horrified face.
All the more reason not to enter the Imperium again. I liked my bones and organs where they were.
A few minutes later, I was escorted on the battleship's bridge, where a tall and lithe Eldar female was kept under guard by my Blood Angels.
On the way, I wondered at the very advanced and clean battleship, which looked more like white and grey plastic. Compared to the smoky, oily and rather grim human ships, this Eldar vessel was a real wonder.
"Farseer?" I inquired politely.
"You have joined forces with that abomination from beyond the stars, human!" the Eldar yelled at , while shrinking from the Pariah aura of my pretty escorts.
"Not sure what your point is, Farseer. You will offer and I will accept your surrender, or else execute you and all your followers. One solar minute to think it over." I explained while deliberately checking the corrupted bolter rounds magazine, and loading it inside the Unceasing Service bolter pistol.
Her eyes grew wide with terror, as the psychic emanation from those bolts announced an eternity of torture at Slaanesh loving tentacles.
"You cannot do this! Our souls would be damned forever." She yelled and tried so psyker gestures, which were rather futile with those Pariahs beside .
I humd, pretending to consider her words. "Humanity has the Emperor and the Omnissiah. Right here on my chest, the twin-headed Aquila." I indicated tapping the sigil.
" Orks have their Gork and Mork, both ready to accept their Orkish spirits after they die. What gods do the Aeldari have? Right...nearly all of you suicided to create one, not so long ago. Surely your new god will await you with open arms, right?" I continued with fake naivety.
The Farseer seed rather reluctant to et her god.
My Rose snorted like I said a good joke. "How strange. She didn't fear death, until you arrived, Lord Lancefire. Your rhetoric might be lacking, but it surely seems to work anyway."
I smiled widely, and cocked the bolter as a warning. "I didn't hear a yes, Farseer. Two solar seconds, one..."
"Yes! We surrender, damn monkey!" the Eldar proclaid, and her honor guard slumped in defeat.
"Hestia, gather their potent psykers and transport them to the Fortress. Alana, sing sothing nice." I commanded with a grin. Better get my Alana used to having a voice. I won't let her lose it.
A clear voice began singing praise to so long forgotten saint.
But I didn't mind, and just enjoyed my victory mont.
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