Editing Nobledark Imperium Writing (section)

== Alpha Bitch ==

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“Difficult to see. Always in motion is the future...”
"Those words, bequeathed to us from some unknown source, has tormented the oracles through the ages. Not even the False-Gods in all their malevolent power can claim true mastery over the future. We, the Eldar are the most skilled seers in the galaxy, and that has given us only one golden glance of what should be. Those glimpses have taught us a bitter lesson. That does not matter who much we plan for the future, there will always be something interfering. Anybody that claims that their plans have succeeded just as planned, is a deluded fool or think that their audience is one, maybe the two. And even with that, we, the Farseers plan, conspire and ruin lives just to scratch one more day, because the alternative is the extinction..."
---From The Living Chronicles of Féin-Cineálan. As written be Osurad---

"So... I clean the blood, put on again the Wych tong, and left the camp with the intel. The next morning the IG zeroed the place and we had a pretty Kabal War. Fuck you Drukhari!"

"Hm... I... You want another infusion?"

The cute jailbait Servant was straining to don´t eyeing her with abject terror, but she can´t help, he was so damn cute. Sigh... What happens to the new generation? Come on, you only have thirty, one time! Sigh... She wasn't expecting this reception. She was the great Lynn Minwen HERO OF THE INQUISITION. Well, not exactly a HERO but definitively A hero. Her parents at least have the decency to bear-hug her and let their emotions run a little. But NO, the Council go to say that she has this weird "Anti-empathic trauma" and need some "Spiritual retuning". So they put her in a recliner, surrounded with Musicians performing psyco-reactive music and with only watery infusions as a drink. Sigh... It could be worse.  

As Lynn was musing how to sneak away, Osurad comes in the "Visualization chamber" and without saying a word, pass her a sealed letter. A manuscript letter. Fuck! That is what cross her mind when finally come to the authorization seal. It was gold, The Gold. This was stamped in the Golden Throne Office, maybe even be the Golden Man in person! Fuck! Hm... Interesting, it was Hand. Something about a new assignment? Seriously!? She has retired! Hm... Return to active duty... Hm... Immediate effect... BlaBlaBla... Ok. She will bite. All her instincts tell, that the best, was to run and disappear from the face of Imperial Space. All reasonable sapients will agree in that course of action. This was definitively beyond her pay grade. So, smiling for some action, she gets up and left in direction to the starport.

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"What is happening Lynn?"
"Hey! You are the Farseer! You know, all that mumbo-jumbo about seeing the future"
"The only future that I see is a deeply traumatized youngster."
"So... I succeded? Damm, he is cute!"
"Lynn!"
"Ok, ok... Jeez... I was joking!... Mostly"
"..."
"So... Is it so bad?"
"Hmm... Lynn the last time I sense something similar, the destiny of millions suddenly change, and the Path to your future was rewritten."
"So that bad. Good to know."

As the two approach the hangar, some details begin to appear. All the area has been cleaned, only authorized people were permitted. And the authorized were... Black armor... Silent treatment... Omega Hydras. That was bad... Really, really bad. What class of shit has brought Hand? As they approach, the Hydras stop Osurad in his tracks, only letting Lynn pass the doors. Inside, in front of an Arvus Lighter was a more than nervous Adept pacing from a foot to another. Definitively not an Inquisition Acolyte. Somebody expendable... Or a really good actor? Who knows? Her curiosity has been piqued. 

"Oh. Miss Minwen! Thanks, Isha! I hope that you read my file!"
"What... File?"
"What!? Nobody!? Of course not! This is secret! I am Ludoptus. Hm... Ok. I have been sent to help you, taking care of the subject`s wellbeing."

Not that good actor. This guy is 100% and agent of somebody. The "fake" adept pass her a dataslate and urge Lynn to enter the transport. As she enters the hold, in the periphery of her warp senses, a little whine can be heard... Something like crying? Chills of fear run her skin like... A saw blade cutting deep. Fuck... In what the hell Hand got her. She forces her mind away from the warp to real space and... The smell hit. The hold reek and the bad smell seems to come from a young human woman sitting in a fetal position. Several Hydras surround her armed with shock batons and stun guns. A chem-collar in her neck.  

Lynn looks to the dataslate files and tries to make some sense of this mess. Some biometrics details... Hm... Tortured by Drukhari... Hm... Ok, is evident that this girl is a total mess. Sigh She... Wasn´t impressed. Seriously, this little shit was her new assignment? Fuck. Seriously. Fuck. She isn´t a babysitter. The little shit is somebody else problem. Somebody with a white padded room, a straitjacket and LOTS of hard drugs. And if all that fail, the emperor's mercy. This broken girl can barely do more than shit on herself. Groan... Now that she has taken some R&R and was eyeing that cute jailbait ass. They can´t do that to her. Shit. 

Looking over the dataslate, she observes the girl. More than dirty white hair with indescribable... Things... Mixed. The body wasn´t better, emaciated, full of scars and... Let's be generous... Uncleanliness. All this mix in a more than disturbing whole that will make a Crone blush with envy. It seems that nobody has enough balls to try to clean the fucking walking disaster and have resigned themselves to throw a blanket as her only clothes. Fuck. And she was her new job. Groan... This is getting better by the second.

"Fuck! Hand! Why the fuck you do this to me!" 

The change in the room was more than evident. The Stormtroopers get tense as the, until that moment, catatonic woman rises from her fetal position. She was tall and slim. Not as an Eldar but with the correct equipment... Forget that shit. Ok? Come on Eldar brain, time to work, no time for more speculation. The warp around the girl begin to.. Twist? Break apart? and her eyes explode in white fucking flames! Genial... Another mad psyker. Several hits from the shock batons fall over her, but the girl doesn't respond as all her concentration is now in scaping.

"The collar doesn´t..."

The cry of the no-adept is cut short as the remains of the collar hit him square in the face with enough force to knock him out. The movement was fast... And instinctive. Lynn doubts that the girl is anything beyond an automaton that just reacts to her surroundings. And now the most direct threats are her and the stormtroopers. Luckily for Lynn, the Hydras were nearer. That does not make it fun... Well, a little bit, yes. But give her a second to prepare for the girl next move.  

"Hey! Little shit! Here, look to the big bad Eldar!"

The girl was sweeping the floor with the stormtroopers. She was ignoring the shocks and bolts from their weapons and basically using them as ragdolls, but when Lynn talk, her attention change to the Eldar woman and the confused expression in her eyes, change to one of pure hate. Shit... This is going to hurt. Howling with rage the lunatic girl charge. Lynn barely dodges the savage attack and witness how the kid hands rip the metallic walls of the hold. Damm... She was fucking fast and strong. Lynn needed more space, in the hold, the girl has the advantage, so she begins to retreat down the ramp, were the Hydras can finish the mad bitch. 

"Ok. Guys when you got a clear shot, unbrain the bitch!"
"We have orders to take her alive!"
"Fuck me!" 

Fuck... Seriously? Now she must somehow stop the lunatic? Sigh... Another day in her life. Lynn jump in time to see the kid strike where just an instant before she was standing. With the strength to rip trough Astartes armor, the ceramic floor explodes in a shower of stone and dust. A mask of fury and hate has appeared on the girl, that has decided to kill Lynn and probably any other Eldar that is in the vicinity. Fortunately for the lucky bastards, Lynn was the focus of the little shit ire. Better to keep the focus in the dispensable one. After all, she can´t let then all the fun, isn´t? All that crap about "control your urges" and shit.

"Come on little shit! I heard that you can do better!"

The girl was a trained combatant, but in her current state, she doesn't have any technique, only loads and loads of warp-fueled fury and madness. Of course, when that gives you the capacity to ripe apart jetbikes with the hands and ignore pain, starvation, and fatigue, the technique is secondary... until you meet somebody that has fought fury incarnated in mind-rending/reality-warping monstrosities. Even with that, Lynn must admit that the girl was insanely powerful. With the emphasis on insane.

Unsheathing her Catachan Knife, she toyed with the idea to rip the bitch head. But the orders were clear. Don´t kill her. So... Lynn was playing catch with a crazy murder machine. Retreating, again and again, Lynn giggles, mock and launch ork´s kisses to the girl, trying unsuccessfully to tire the demented psyker. Genial, plan b. 

Waiting to one of her demented charges, Lynn dodge, rolling over herself and impaling with extreme prejudice her Knife through the little shit left thigh. Flesh, tendons, and bone were sectioned as the Knife was sunken to the hilt. Luckily for the girl, Lynn was a well-experienced knife fighter, and even best, and Eldar. Only that save her of a sectioned femoral. Even with that, Lynn barely dodges the backhanded blow launched be the crazy,as she was leaving the danger zone. The skimming strike has enough force to throw Lynn to the ground and take her breath away. The followed punch break again the floor as her Eldar reflexes quick and let Lynn roll away.

"Shit!"

Lynn quickly gets up, but pain curse through her body as a broken rib pierce her flank. Quickly crystallizing blood pour from the wound. 

"What now Litte... What the fuck?!"

It was nearly not enough. Sparks of warp energy surrounded the psico-bitch as she was trying to get up and walk towards Lynn. But it was late, she has been slowed and the Hydras were filling her with stun-bolts. Finally, the girl kneels and begins to sob. Even with that, they needed a dozen of shots to finally stop her.

That was... Whoah... Fucking awesome. She was wrong. This was going to be fun. Taking again the dataslate, Lynn begins to revise the available information. Let´s see... Navigator father... Hm... Best of her promotion... Hm... Awesome scores... I mean, really, for a human... Hm... CENSORED... Hm... CENSORED... Hm... Ok, the typical inquisitorial crap. Looking down to the now tormented looking sleeping little shit, she smiles.

"This is going to be fun Stern. Really, really fun."

Epilogue:
"The die is cast."
"I have lead millions to their death so this girl can be born in relative peace. I have manipulated a world to nudge her in a particular Path. All of that to create a talent that can inspire hope to a besieged galaxy."
"She can always return to that Path."
"Yes... And that will bring her joy. But the inflection point has passed, Rhana Dandra is upon us."
"It was necessary."
"To prepare another disposable weapon in your arsenal? To stack the deck in your favor? What is your limit?."
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