Editing Nobledark Imperium Writing (section)

== A Little Trip Out ==

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It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Most of his ideas did somehow. Maybe it was the ability to talk fast, maybe it was the ever so wide and enthusiastic smile or maybe it was the way they were typically delivered in a hail of incoming fire when other alternatives were few and grim. But this time, this time was something special. Not good special either, oh no. This was a “has to be kept away from matches” type of special. The type of special that the Mechanicus usually scooped up to make use of the savant ability. Brilliant but utterly stupid.

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The “Pimp Speeder” was doing speeds when translated to real-space locations that would be extreme violations of relativity known only to Necron Crypteks. The Navigator on the front passenger seat she could still smell and feel the body warmth of even as he screamed and she knew the Inquisitor himself was sitting in the seat next to him almost certainly one hand on the wheel, one had hanging over the side of the door and foot pressed to the floor.
 
As for herself, Legienstrasse was trying with some success to crawl into the upholstery of the back seat. She had already digested her own eyes as a precaution.
 
The Chaos loonies of Rhanda were doing putting forth their best efforts to flesh-forge a “perfect” body and at the moment the fossil light of The Opening of the Eye passed over their world install in it their patron; The Sapphire King. Such a being, if half the claims about the body were true, would be to deamon-hosts what Fenrisian Ale was to shandy. Astartes parts stolen from ritual sacrifices taken in battles wrapped around a cybernetic frame made of tortured Martian Priests, infused with the Oblitorator Virus and gods alone knew what else. And maybe even they didn’t know what else. Sadly the information was obtained in an alley behind a seedy drinking establishment in the warrens of Luna. There was no way that they could get from Luna to Rhanda in less than a few weeks let alone a matter of hours.
 
The grin Inquisitor Draco had at that moment was something that would haunt her already decidedly unhappy dreams. Driving a stripped down land-speeder into a testing warp engine with a commandeered and terrified navigator holding the dashboard hard enough to leave finger marks in the paint is not for the faint of hearted. Or the sensible.
 
Once more Legienstrasse debated the wisdom of getting out of bed today. She could hear the things that were following them. She could feel the unlight and the heat of a god being born as it assaulted her skin. As it assaulted her soul and made her feel dirty. They were surfing the birth of Slaanesh, the bow wave of damnation. She knew what was following them, second hand hunger of a god reaching forward to claim them in the memory of birth.
 
In theory they could surf the wave right to Rhanda and, with navigator sight and Jaq’s psyker talents, travel the disturbance the ritual was causing and materialize right at the epicentre. In theory. Nobody in ten thousand years of Imperial history had ever tried anything this stupid to her knowledge.
 
Jaq Draco, Inquisitor of the most glorious Imperium, was having an eventful day. It had started with some toast with banana slices, it had involved following a lead he’d taken from a dead mans pocket to a planned meeting in a delightfully colourful public meeting house which resulted in beating someone to death with a large spanner behind said establishment and now he was driving very fast to an uncertain destination in a place he should not be. It was all so damn splendid and spoiled only by the whimpering of Legienstrasse behind him who had assumed the form of an amorphous blob in an attempt to hid under the seat and the screaming of the young navigator next to him.
 
His only concern was the bitching he was going to have to endure when they dragged him back to Ganymede, he did feel kind of bad for lying to Legi about this being a sanctioned investigation. She did seem like she needed another trip out and maybe she’s thank him when she calmed down, maybe not.

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