A bit of Chat and
Blood
We all
stood within a little room that was only filled with a few dataslates and a
circular table, the Void Walkers and the Kin of Iron looking at me with a hint
of distaste. The only reason they even allowed me into the camp, where I was
actually at a disadvantage, was perhaps because of the fact that they are not
the most violent. The Kin simply want to continue traditions and normally speak
to the other tribes while the Void Walkers wanted to survive more than anything
else. Come to find out, the reason why they were so deep inside the ship was
because the Wargars were attacking around the edges of the ship… No wonder we
didn’t run into them.
‘We do not
see you as a friend… Tadak was it? You are new.’ Stated the Void Walker’s
leader with a long, wispy tone to his voice. The old man spoke up soon after. ‘We
truly don’t. Your tech is not of our own and your friend hasn’t been kind to
the tribes.’ He stated, motioning out toward the Eldar who was standing next to
me. I quickly held up a hand and mentally asked Carwyn not to speak… Thankfully,
they did as I asked. “I realize that, but I am proposing something that will
benefit everyone on this ship. If we can get it running again, which is
possible according to the captain, we can get it to a repair station and no
longer be stuck here.”
The old man
scowled, glancing over toward the leader of the Void Walkers, a man that was
more frost-bitten than healthy flesh. ‘And what do you propose, hmm? More
bloodshed? I doubt the Wargars will speak with us and the Pale Sons are
monsters. You may have freed us of the Redeemers, which is the only reason I
even let you get this far… Don’t see only six of them after a group unless that
was all that was left of their clan. Happened once before…’ The Void Walker
held up a hand to the old man for a moment as he looked to me. ‘The Wargars are
attacking my people. We are a hardy people, but we do not fight. We know what
is on the outside of the world… It is cold, airless… Dangerous… Perhaps we
could introduce them?’
“We could,
but that would include more bloodshed.... The Wargars only fight, correct? I
was originally going to try and get them to fight the Redeemers… but, I don’t
see how we might avoid the fighting. Void Walkers… I offer you a chance at
existing somewhere that isn’t near the void of space, doesn’t involve
scrounging for warmth and air. If we can get the ship working again, we can get
somewhere safe… A planet.” The old man spoke up, his free hand slamming against
the table to get our attention. ‘And what will you give us, hmm? Before we
speak of genociding an entire tribe!? Another one… And the Pale Sons are of no
real trouble.’ He stated, Carwyn giving them each a rather annoyed glance… As
well as me, but still.
“I have a
plan for the Pale Sons… If they are willing to work with us, they can finally
have a comfortable home. If not… Well… That may be three tribes that were
destroyed. If we must. We give you, the Kin of Iron… The chance to continue
your religious practices and expand them. Once we have a solid home, you will
no longer be so focused on survival as to not increase your knowledge of
technology.” They each took a moment to think over the offers for a moment, as
well as the possibility of being free of the constant war that the Wargar bring
and the mutations of the Pale Sons, who they considered filthy, heretical
outcasts.
They
thought it over, but eventually agreed to help. From there, we made a plan… To
introduce the Wargar to the void of space to take them out to the point that
they could be convinced to join and, with the Pale Sons, the Kin of Iron stated
that they would take the task of handling them. I sadly agreed to such a thing
and, before the end of the week, the Pale Sons were evicted through the cargo
hold and the remaining were pressured into joining our little accord.
Back at the
base of the Aquil Lejens, the Sarjant and his dead squadmates were put to rest
in a funeral pyre built from a mix of promethium and rusted, metal rods to hold
the bodies.
It took a
few months, but eventually the repairs were complete. I slid the final piece
into place, the ship suddenly engulfed in a glowing halo as if it was back to
its prime when the Emperor was still conquering the various planets in the
galaxy. It was rather… heartwarming in a way. The Captain steered us toward the
repair station, the robotic message that came from the station welcoming the
ship and all of us to port. Apparently it was just a large warship and not a
space hulk… No wonder it wasn’t extremely massive.
Eldar and
me eventually found some form of common ground during those months… I had
allowed them to see a few of my memories… A hundred years of experience
(Glossing over the genocide of the Twilight Universe) and the various things
that I have done in so many universes. Though, they simply got more annoying
and much more arrogant. I don’t know why… Perhaps it was because I proved them
wrong and they were forced to reevaluate their thoughts of me.
They didn’t
seem to enjoy that fact, but the minute amount of respect they seemed to have
of me after that event made working together a hint easier. However, while we
were simply relaxing at one point as the ship floated into place at the repair
station, he/she looked over to me for a moment, seemed to blush, and then just
stated ‘Can’t believe the clumsy Mon-keigh was able to even have a chance of
accomplishing this.’… My response was simple. “… You’re a Tsundere… That is
precious…”
Once we
were on the automated repair station, I looked back to glance over the torn and
disrepaired hull of the ship, atmosphere bleeding out from gashes in the hull
and a few pieces of armor and décor falling away as the large, crane-like arms
moved into position to begin working upon the ship. To my surprise, I was
actually greeted by Wirginia and Medusa, who couldn’t merge with me at this
moment in time for some reason.
With
everyone together and after a full twenty four hours of making sure that
everyone was off of the ship with the needed planetary supplies that came with
the Imperial Guard regiment that used to live within the large warship, all
meant to retake a world during the Crusade.
With a
small amount of cheer… of accomplishment filling me, I sent them to the surface
to begin setting everything up. The supplies and equipment, multiple millennia
having passed since they were last touched, were difficult to move and to work,
but they were good enough for us to begin preparations for the civilization. It
would be difficult at first, but… Soon enough it would be much easier. Though,
I had no idea where the Eldar ran off to after a while… Something to think
about another time, considering they left without even saying a word.
It took a
month or two for everyone to set up, the lights of forming civilizations mere
glowing dots pinpointing where every tribe, now mixed to form proper towns and
villages where every role was filled… Something they had eventually asked me to
handle at first. For everyone, but the Redeemers, however… their leadership was
with me as a council. Proper. With a few plans in mind as to how to properly
set up the world, I made for the planet with a few crates of random Pre-Heresy
equipment.
As the ship
landed and we dragged the equipment off of the ship, I finally took the chance
to check to see what it actually consisted of. As I brushed away some of the
dust and pulled back the tarp, I was greeted with a surprise and something I
never thought I would ever get the chance to work with… Terraforming equipment…
Wonderful. Let’s make a planet.
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