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Getting Warhammered - [ 151 ]
🕑 Added 2024-09-14 16:00:11 +0000 UTC“Nope,” I said with feeling, appearing before the other Psyker girl and flicking her forehead. Bio-energy surged into her body, tearing apart whatever sludge had been pumped into her bloodstream before my psychic grasp slipped in between the girl’s mind and the weird metallic hood thingy she had around her head.
That’s some nasty archeotech … a Psychic Hood. Aren’t those supposed to help the Psyker and protect them from mental attacks?
Well, this one was clearly custom made for doing the polar opposite. I had a … less than a kind impression of this violet-eyed Psyker thanks to Mara’s fragmented memories that I’d viewed, but now that I took a moment to really look at her … she really was just another victim.
I can figure out how willing of a victim she was. I decided, but knowing the Imperium fed any psyker who wasn’t receptive to their indoctrination and brainwashing to the Golden Throne, I didn’t hold out much hope. Still, the girl needs to be both alive and not brain dead for me to do that.
Why did I give this girl a second chance that I’d denied the stormtroopers, you ask? Well, she hadn’t attacked me yet, and even if she was going to do so had I not intervened, it was very clearly not of her own free will.
Now, if she — mind-fucked and likely brainwashed as she was — did the same while I was fighting someone like Mephiston, Guilliman or Ka’Bandha, I would have blasted her into smithereens without a second thought. There would have been no time for even a heartbeat of hesitation in fights like those, but the good Inquisitor frozen mid-air was about as much of a danger to me as an ant.
Meaning, I had enough leeway to be merciful.
Slowly, ever so gently so as not to crack open the girl’s mind like an egg, I pried the weird Psychic Hood off of her head while I protected her fragile mind in the interim from any blowback.
Once I had it off, I smashed up the scrap metal into a ball with a Telekinetic grasp and then chucked it over my shoulder, making it bounce off of the Inquisitor’s head.
My Orkish peanut gallery burst out in cackles at that, but I shushed them with a wave as I watched the Psyker girl come back to herself.
“Hmmmm,” I rubbed my chin thoughtfully as I leaned down to be eye-level with the collapsed girl sitting on her butt. She stared at me, dazed violet eyes wide in awe and horror in equal measure. She had really gorgeous eyes like swirling nebulas, those were the kind of eyes I could get lost in for hours … alas, I was already taken. Still, I could appreciate beauty even then. “Zara, was it? I’m afraid you were only ever referred to as ‘that purple-eyed whore’ in little Mara’s memories.”
“H-how-“ she croaked, then coughed and swallowed to wet her dry and abused throat. “You know my name?”
“Some cursory surface level mind reading,” I said, smiling cheerily and ignoring the pale-faced horror etching itself across her angular features. Telepathy usually didn’t work like that, requiring extreme focus and targeted, heavy-handed mind-probes. The fact I had plucked her name out of her thoughts without much effort or her noticing terrified the little telepath. “Don’t worry, I didn’t look further. I think we can have a nice conversation later to clear everything up, no need for me to dig around in your mind, right?”
“Y-yeah?” Zara asked, not daring to move while held in my gaze and I could feel her fear as a physical sensation washing across my skin.
Unlike with Thrace’s though, I was decidedly not enjoying this rush of feelings surging through my passive Empathy.
“No worries.” I patted her fuzzy head, flicking her loosely braided light brown hair off her shoulder. “If you answer truthfully, and I don’t find you as repulsive as that shitstain in human form behind me, no harm will come to you … from me anyway. For now sit tight, I have an Inquisitor to ‘fight’.”
Her hands snapped up to her neck, then to her head the moment I took my eyes off of her, and I saw the woman’s stoic countenance crumble to dust as a sob reverberated through her body.
“You have a skill for making women cry, Inquisitor.” I knocked on the back of his power armour and sent a mix of my twin energies into it to wreak havoc. Not a moment later, the power field surrounding it quaked and buckled, then collapsed. The armour itself followed suit a quarter of a second later, molecules breaking apart and the armour returning to its component atoms as a soft breeze blew it off of the man underneath. “You are making me hate you more and more, Inquisitor. That’s not good for your continued good health. Not at all.”
I let him go, his lightning claws and heavy flamer crashing to the ground without the power armour to support them. I watched the man, now dressed only in the ragged remains of his Inquisitorial attire.
He whirled on me, eyes bloodshot and wide in annoyingly little terror and far too much spunk for my liking.
So I backhanded him, sending him spinning around and smacking face first into an Ork’s chest who looked down at me like a puppy handed a brand new chew toy, asking for permission to play with it.
It seemed my regular beating up of their ten strongest fighters as I honed my bladework and brawling skills on them had beaten into them a healthy amount of respect for my power. Well, or whatever went for respect and ‘a healthy amount’ for Orks’ that is.
”You know what?” I asked just as Thrace jumped away from the Ork like he’d been burned by merely touching its green skin. “I think I’ll let them play with you. Boyz, the Inquisitor is on the menu, make it hurt. The rest of you can go and clear out the rest of the ship.”
The Orks were notably unenthused by the idea of fighting a single unarmed human, the most of them just rushing past me with roars as they looked for a fight that I hadn’t spoiled for them yet. A dozen of them stayed though and started kicking Thrace around like a ball while giggling like preteen schoolgirls and his grunts and curses.
I felt fear creeping up on him, closing in like a skulking predator that he tried to fend off with increasingly frantic attempts. What crushed the last hint of hope in him was when I tore whatever artefact hidden on his belt he was trying to activate. When I tore what I thought was some mobile translocator — a teleporter, essentially — into shreds, his dread turned into real terror and the Orks could smell that.
They grinned, laughing as they crushed him bit by bit, ever so slowly and made him regret ever being born. His screams of pain were drowned out by their laughter, the wet cracks of bone echoing in the metal storage room.
While they were at it, I nabbed his Inquisitorial Rosetta. Which I followed up by sampling the cunt, since the damned thing apparently had an extremely well-made biometric scanner.
“Well.” I clapped, ignoring the Orks playing ball and turning to Selene. “That went about as well as can be expected. Do you think we can find any super no-no Inquisitor goodies stashed around somewhere on the ship?”
“Maybe,” Selene said, shrugging as she took a moment to inspect the Psyker girl passed out cold next to us on the floor. “What are you going to do with her?”
“I’m going to have an honest conversation with her,” I said, mimicking her shrug. “In which I’ll find out whether I like her enough to allow her to join our little crew, or if she’s even receptive to the idea.”
“If she’s not?”
“Then I kill her,” I said evenly, not even bothering to shrug. “That’s what the Imperium would do with her if we let her go back to them, I’m sure of it. I’d just be speeding up the process, and if she’s the type to go back to the Inquisition after having to put up with that cunt over there for years, I don’t think I’ll find it in myself to spare her life.”
A flicker of my attention stayed on the Inquisitor, then when his body finally gave out I considered just letting his soul slip into the Immaterium, be torn apart by the scores of lesser daemons following me like vultures waiting to devour my leftover scraps, but reconsidered.
Did he deserve a death that quick? Even if it would be agonizing?
There were worse fates out there, but without doing anything personally, this was the worst I could think of. I’ve considered prolonging it, healing him back up for the Orkz to start again, or just smacking him in the face with a hypersensitivity and hypercognity enhancement from my Biomancy, but both would be well over the line and into the territory of torture.
I promised I wouldn’t torture people, and being the good girl that I was, I kept my word.
So instead, I grabbed his mind and while he still barely counted as alive, I shoved it into a small housing. It was just a human brain forced into a coma inside a carapace that kept it functional, but that would do.
It’ll be a good gift to Mara … or Zara if she turns out to be salvageable. They’ll do something much worse to him than I’m willing to, I’m sure.
There was some poetic justice to allow his victims to do with him whatever they wished. If none wanted though, I could alway just throw him to the daemons.
After that, we went on to continue our little excursion but without holding back as much. That man had ruined the mood in a way even his death couldn’t salvage, so I had decided to be petty. Meaning, I raided his stash of no-no Inquisitorial toys while my Orks rampaged through the ship.
The fact that their rampaging storm of WAAAAGH! energy wasn’t affecting my thinking, was a testament to my weeks of practice and improved mental fortitude.
I’d also teleported that Zara girl back to our ship after I made sure she’d stay asleep while I was out looting her erstwhile boss’ stash of goodies.
It calmed my still simmering fury to be looting the asshole blind, especially when I imagined how furious he’d be if he knew a ‘filthy Xeno’ was playing around with his toys.
But I found something surprising when I opened up the vault.
“Well, hello there?” I murmured, and watched as the miniature orangutan glanced up at me for a moment, blinking in surprise. “Whatcha got there?”
It looked down at its hands, one cybernetic just like its right eye and just went back to fiddling with it. By my meagre understanding of the futuristic tech in this galaxy, that thing should be some sort of a mini-laser shooter fitted into the shape of a ring.
It ignored me, seemingly fully absorbed with its tinkering and I didn’t feel the need to interrupt it beyond nabbing a bit of its fur with a hair-thin tendril.
Guess that’s one less thing I have to trade with Trazyn for. I thought, putting assembling a complete template out of that sample as the highest priority task for my mind-cores. Jokaero tech wasn’t inherently superior to human or Tau tech, but the little monkeys had an instinctive knack for taking something in front of them, making it both better and turning it into a miniature version of itself.
Getting the Jokaero’s genetic sample had already put me in a good mood, but that only got better as I looked through the stash of weapons lining the wall. I gleefully absorbed chunks of necrodermis, teleported a score of gauss flayers and even a pair of hyperphase swords and a glaive over to my own vault on my ship. But this stash of goodies just kept on giving.
Dark Eldar agonizers and splint weapons, and even a single Tau Honour Blade. I pocketed them all, making a note to hand in that Honour Blade — a weapon that’s custom-made for every Ethereal — back to Coldstone for brownie points once I finished up with this excursion.
Honestly, Honour Blades weren’t good weapons, not really, they were just spiritually significant, so I lost no sleep over losing it. Even the Inquisitor seemingly only kept it as some sort of trophy if my guess was right. A single hyperphase sword could have cut it in half with little trouble after all, and he had more than one of those.
There were some other stuff I couldn’t name, weird little bits and bobs that I couldn’t even tell the use of and some that I could only guess at. Daggers that had their blades made of plasma, weirdly proportioned guns, melee weapons and who knew what else.
I pocketed them all, only leaving behind the few stuff that felt Chaos-touched and far too icky for my liking. I had necron goodies to loot, why would I look twice at a Khornite battleaxe that was trying to jump out of its shackles — it was chained to the wall, because of course it was — with those around?
There were even a few stuff I just straight up atomised, then burned with every kind of psychic and normal flame I had on hand. Like a damned Slaught parasite. A part of me wanted to sample it, maybe get my hands on its weird, parasitic mind-bending abilities just in case, but my instincts screamed at me not to do it. So I complied and burned it till not even its constituent atoms remained.
What I did try my hand at absorbing was a bit of what was titled the Obliterator Virus. Sadly, like everything else only held together by Chaos infusion and Warp-fuckery, the whole thing came apart at the seams once I managed to purge the taint from it and the physical virus part of the thing just … didn’t work. It was a mess, jumbled up to hell and back with little rime and reason so I was forced to abandon that avenue.
About an hour later, I received a telepathic message from Val telling me about the remaining Imperial ship’s surrendering and the Tau ordering us too to pull back. I shrugged and told him that we’d be back soon-ish.
“Shouldn’t we deal with those Space Marines you’d felt before?” Selene asked arcing her neck to glance over my shoulder at the plasma piston I’d suspected to be from the Leagues of Votann.
“We can, if you wan-” I started, then stopped as my aura failed to find the ten of the superhuman soldiers on board. I looked again, and found two of their corpses in one hallway … near the escape pods. “They ran away.”
“Oh,” Selene mumbled, sounding disappointed. “Well, that’s a bummer.”
Saying so, she laid her chin on my shoulder and hugged me across the waist. Making me glance back at her and see the mischievous look in her eyes before she started nibbling on my nape in a way that had shudders running down my spine.
It seemed she was determined to get her blood running, one way or another, and I was only too happy to help her.
Comments
Modestas Velnias
please no harem every single other story doing the same thing it ruins the characters single love interest is more interesting in the story especially in this dark galaxy than horrifying things can happen and remember this is Warhammer in this world there's only War
Guthan
I’d stop reading the story if this happened. I don’t read warhammer for the romance. I barely tolerate the MCs current love interest as is.
Sondrex76
I wonder if This will lead to the MC having two girlfriends. Too early to tell at the moment, but if they hit it off when new girl's not terrified quite as much, it coul happen, though only if her first wants to allow it I suspect.
Duke of Coffee
Orks are life. 😜
JOHNNYBOY 117
That Jokaero being able to miniaturize any tech they get a hold of, imagine it grabbing Zedev and shrinking down all his body augments. 😂 chibi zedev. Can't wait for that interview with Zara.
YungSanguis
Tyftc, There were even a few stuff -> There were even a few things / There was even some stuff
Wyatt Lewis
Great chapter, also slaugth is the correct spelling I believe
Duke of Coffee
(“They ran away.”) Tactical Strategic Retreat, the Codex Astartes supports this action. 😜 Anyway SEEEEEEEGGGGGGSSSS TIME!?
Necrotyr
Goodies! Just what every growing girl needs: :)
Marin Angelov
Thanks for the chapter! Yep, knew she'd at least try. I just love the orkz! Hmm... Selene has increased stamina... Kappa
Elaine
good chappie
