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2A02:1810:4E2C:A900:6C35:CDEB:3464:D76B: /* Chapter Three */

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Chapter Three

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	Rain filled the empty expanse of wasteland, the muddied ground was becoming difficult to walk in, each step her feet would sink in just a bit more than the last. The Emperor saw fit to bless her with a small cave that offered protection from the rain, and possibly small mortar rounds. The cave didn't extend that deep, but at least it went in deep enough and low enough that a small fire wouldn't be seen, and something to warm their spirits would be extremely welcome. With one shoulder, she placed the lasrifles on the ground, with the other she placed Freiren against the cave wall, sitting him carefully against it. He was paler than usual, his breath was still shallow, and his would wasn't fully healed. She leaned him forward to look at his wound, but the light of day had long passed and was covered by the storm. She assembled as many small bits of flammable material as she could find in the cave, and pulled out her uplifting primer. It was a useful book, a hard leather exterior, gilded edges, it was perfect, it kept it dry. She ripped out a couple pages, adding to a large repertoire of missing pages.		Rain filled the empty expanse of wasteland, the muddied ground was becoming difficult to walk in, each step her feet would sink in just a bit more than the last. The Emperor saw fit to bless her with a small cave that offered protection from the rain, and possibly small mortar rounds. The cave didn't extend that deep, but at least it went in deep enough and low enough that a small fire wouldn't be seen, and something to warm their spirits would be extremely welcome. With one shoulder, she placed the lasrifles on the ground, with the other she placed Freiren against the cave wall, sitting him carefully against it. He was paler than usual, his breath was still shallow, and his would wasn't fully healed. She leaned him forward to look at his wound, but the light of day had long passed and was covered by the storm. She assembled as many small bits of flammable material as she could find in the cave, and pulled out her uplifting primer. It was a useful book, a hard leather exterior, gilded edges, it was perfect, it kept it dry. She ripped out a couple pages, adding to a large repertoire of missing pages.

	The pages of the Uplifting Primer were made from a very dense polymer resin compound of wood pulp and other materials, ~~it made the pages~~ thick durable, ~~absorbent, and~~ flammable. The guardsmen found a million different uses for the book, almost none of which involved reading it. She had read it a couple times when she was a whiteshield, but only because she had to memorize entries from the book. The fire she constructed burned comfortably warm, and low, it would warm them up but not let an pesky ork know where they were. The lighting was low, but it offered her enough to inspect the eldar's wound. Liena detached her medpouch from her belt and place it beside Frieren. The wound was still open, and bleeding slightly, but it was significantly less deep. His armor kept getting in the way. She sat in front of him and tried her best to explain the situation, she started to speak slowly to him despite the fact he wouldn't understand.		The pages of the Uplifting Primer were made from a very dense polymer resin compound of wood pulp and other materials, making each page thick, durable, absorbent—and flammable. The guardsmen found a million different uses for the book, almost none of which involved reading it. She had read it a couple times when she was a whiteshield, but only because she had to memorize entries from the book. The fire she constructed burned comfortably warm, and low, it would warm them up but not let an pesky ork know where they were. The lighting was low, but it offered her enough to inspect the eldar's wound. Liena detached her medpouch from her belt and place it beside Frieren. The wound was still open, and bleeding slightly, but it was significantly less deep. His armor kept getting in the way. She sat in front of him and tried her best to explain the situation, she started to speak slowly to him despite the fact he wouldn't understand.
	"Can... you... take... armor... off?" She said grabbing the bottom of her flak armor and miming a lifting motion. He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head in confusion.		"Can... you... take... armor... off?" She said grabbing the bottom of her flak armor and miming a lifting motion. He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head in confusion.
	She continued to explain in a few different ways. He finally understood what she meant, and he reached for his collar. He pressed something, she had no idea what, but his armor puffed out, and the flexible layer of his armor shrank between the hardened plates of his armor. It compacted itself as it lifted from his body, the cuirass of his armor folded into a neat square in his hands. Liena watched in amazement how something so strong could be folded up like a shirt. She picked up the material and it flopped in her hand like a cloth, and light as one too. She was caught in the strange and almost magical technology of xenos. Freiren cleared his throat and snap the curious human back to reality.		She continued to explain in a few different ways. He finally understood what she meant, and he reached for his collar. He pressed something, she had no idea what, but his armor puffed out, and the flexible layer of his armor shrank between the hardened plates of his armor. It compacted itself as it lifted from his body, the cuirass of his armor folded into a neat square in his hands. Liena watched in amazement how something so strong could be folded up like a shirt. She picked up the material and it flopped in her hand like a cloth, and light as one too. She was caught in the strange and almost magical technology of xenos. Freiren cleared his throat and snap the curious human back to reality.

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	The warlock, and his retinue was stunned. No one moved, not even the warlock could have foreseen Frieren's action. The eldar coughed out a pained gasp as his hand started to reach for the knife. His breathing was shallow, his knees weak. He slumped over the guardsman, and gave her a very human smile. The Warlock was impressed, Frieren managed to outwit him, but as such an unreasonable cost. He waved off the guardians and they began to depart for the webway. He would let the renegade have his prize. Liena watched the eldar leave and turned her attention to her guardian. She laid him carefully on his front pilfering through his pouches for the healing paste. she managed to find the vial and moved quickly to open the precious container. His gasps were becoming more and more ghostly as time went on. There was only one way to heal him, and he wasn't going to like it. Her hand gripped the handle of the knife tightly		The warlock, and his retinue was stunned. No one moved, not even the warlock could have foreseen Frieren's action. The eldar coughed out a pained gasp as his hand started to reach for the knife. His breathing was shallow, his knees weak. He slumped over the guardsman, and gave her a very human smile. The Warlock was impressed, Frieren managed to outwit him, but as such an unreasonable cost. He waved off the guardians and they began to depart for the webway. He would let the renegade have his prize. Liena watched the eldar leave and turned her attention to her guardian. She laid him carefully on his front pilfering through his pouches for the healing paste. she managed to find the vial and moved quickly to open the precious container. His gasps were becoming more and more ghostly as time went on. There was only one way to heal him, and he wasn't going to like it. Her hand gripped the handle of the knife tightly
	"Forgive me.." She proceeded to count aloud to three. "Three". She ripped the knife out of his back, forcing a pained gasping growl out of the eldar.		"Forgive me.." She proceeded to count aloud to three. "Three". She ripped the knife out of his back, forcing a pained gasping growl out of the eldar.
	She dispensed the entire contents of the vial in the knife wound in her panicked desperation. There was no reaction at first. She slowly placed her hands on the sides of the wound and pressed them together holding her hand in place applying pressure on his wound. He was silent, ~~he gave~~ an occasional shallow breath, it let her know he was still alive. She waited, till he finally started to move and take deeper breaths. Her face lit from elation, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a joyed laugh and Frieren slowly rolled himself over. ~~the guardsman~~ helped the guardian sit up~~, he~~ cringed in pain as she helped him to his feet. The eldar left them to their own devices, but they felt something in their mind, a final parting from the warlock.		She dispensed the entire contents of the vial in the knife wound in her panicked desperation. There was no reaction at first. She slowly placed her hands on the sides of the wound and pressed them together holding her hand in place applying pressure on his wound. He was silent, buy giving an occasional shallow breath, he let her know he was still alive. She waited, till he finally started to move and take deeper breaths. Her face lit from elation, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a joyed laugh and Frieren slowly rolled himself over. Liena helped the guardian sit up. He cringed in pain as she helped him to his feet. The eldar left them to their own devices, but they felt something in their mind, a final parting from the warlock.
	"Good luck"		"Good luck"

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	The warlock, and his retinue was stunned. No one moved, not even the warlock could have foreseen Frieren's action. The eldar coughed out a pained gasp as his hand started to reach for the knife. His breathing was shallow, his knees weak. He slumped over the guardsman, and gave her a very human smile. The Warlock was impressed, Frieren managed to outwit him, but as such an unreasonable cost. He waved off the guardians and they began to depart for the webway. He would let the renegade have his prize. Liena watched the eldar leave and turned her attention to her guardian. She laid him carefully on his front pilfering through his pouches for the healing paste. she managed to find the vial and moved quickly to open the precious container. His gasps were becoming more and more ghostly as time went on. There was only one way to heal him, and he wasn't going to like it. Her hand gripped the handle of the knife tightly		The warlock, and his retinue was stunned. No one moved, not even the warlock could have foreseen Frieren's action. The eldar coughed out a pained gasp as his hand started to reach for the knife. His breathing was shallow, his knees weak. He slumped over the guardsman, and gave her a very human smile. The Warlock was impressed, Frieren managed to outwit him, but as such an unreasonable cost. He waved off the guardians and they began to depart for the webway. He would let the renegade have his prize. Liena watched the eldar leave and turned her attention to her guardian. She laid him carefully on his front pilfering through his pouches for the healing paste. she managed to find the vial and moved quickly to open the precious container. His gasps were becoming more and more ghostly as time went on. There was only one way to heal him, and he wasn't going to like it. Her hand gripped the handle of the knife tightly
	"Forgive me.." She proceeded to count aloud~~, once she reached the their number~~ the knife ~~was ripped~~ out of his back, forcing a pained gasping growl out of the eldar.		"Forgive me.." She proceeded to count aloud to three. "Three". She ripped the knife out of his back, forcing a pained gasping growl out of the eldar.
	She dispensed the entire contents of the vial in the knife wound in her panicked desperation. There was no reaction at first. She slowly placed her hands on the sides of the wound and pressed them together holding her hand in place applying pressure on his wound. He was silent, he gave an occasional shallow breath, it let her know he was still alive. She waited, till he finally started to move and take deeper breaths. Her face lit from elation, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a joyed laugh and Frieren slowly rolled himself over. the guardsman helped the guardian sit up, he cringed in pain as she helped him to his feet. The eldar left them to their own devices, but they felt something in their mind, a final parting from the warlock.		She dispensed the entire contents of the vial in the knife wound in her panicked desperation. There was no reaction at first. She slowly placed her hands on the sides of the wound and pressed them together holding her hand in place applying pressure on his wound. He was silent, he gave an occasional shallow breath, it let her know he was still alive. She waited, till he finally started to move and take deeper breaths. Her face lit from elation, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a joyed laugh and Frieren slowly rolled himself over. the guardsman helped the guardian sit up, he cringed in pain as she helped him to his feet. The eldar left them to their own devices, but they felt something in their mind, a final parting from the warlock.
	"Good luck"		"Good luck"

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	"We are out of time, Warlock, leave the deviant and be done with this!" The haughty Guardian blurted out. The Warlock raised his hand to quiet him.		"We are out of time, Warlock, leave the deviant and be done with this!" The haughty Guardian blurted out. The Warlock raised his hand to quiet him.
	Freiren saw Liena gain a bit more of her body as the warlock was distracted. He began to muse more on a daring escape. If he was quick enough and dispatched the warlock, he would be able to reach the lasrifle and eliminate a few guardians in the confusion. Liena would most likely join him. But his mind quickly betrayed him. He saw the knife be tossed in his mind, and the warlock send it into Liena's heart. He saw Liena twitch for a moment again. Each time he forced the warlock to place a new thought into his head he released his hold over Liena a small amount. He started running new ideas through his mind, and saw different ways for them to fail. He began thinking of irrational outcomes, the humans super warriors falling from the sky, Necrons bursting from the ground. Strangely it didn't seem the warlock was catching onto his plan. The Warlock was beginning to grow impatient of Freiren's impertinence and started to walk towards him. His influence in both of their minds faded noticeably. His moment had come. His hand raised almost instinctively. He arm jerked as hard as he could, to the point of straining himself. The knife flew towards the warlock, spinning through the air. The blade stopped just in front of the warlock, as expected, its momentum dulled. As it reached its impetus it flew the other direction. The blade shot back with a howling shriek of the blade cutting through the air, and landed with the loud thud of a blade piercing flesh. Freieren twitched an the knife was ~~imbedded~~ into his back. He had thrown himself in front of Liena.		Freiren saw Liena gain a bit more of her body as the warlock was distracted. He began to muse more on a daring escape. If he was quick enough and dispatched the warlock, he would be able to reach the lasrifle and eliminate a few guardians in the confusion. Liena would most likely join him. But his mind quickly betrayed him. He saw the knife be tossed in his mind, and the warlock send it into Liena's heart. He saw Liena twitch for a moment again. Each time he forced the warlock to place a new thought into his head he released his hold over Liena a small amount. He started running new ideas through his mind, and saw different ways for them to fail. He began thinking of irrational outcomes, the humans super warriors falling from the sky, Necrons bursting from the ground. Strangely it didn't seem the warlock was catching onto his plan. The Warlock was beginning to grow impatient of Freiren's impertinence and started to walk towards him. His influence in both of their minds faded noticeably. His moment had come. His hand raised almost instinctively. He arm jerked as hard as he could, to the point of straining himself. The knife flew towards the warlock, spinning through the air. The blade stopped just in front of the warlock, as expected, its momentum dulled. As it reached its impetus it flew the other direction. The blade shot back with a howling shriek of the blade cutting through the air, and landed with the loud thud of a blade piercing flesh. Freieren twitched an the knife was embedded into his back. He had thrown himself in front of Liena.

	The warlock, and his retinue was stunned. No one moved, not even the warlock could have foreseen Frieren's action. The eldar coughed out a pained gasp as his hand started to reach for the knife. His breathing was shallow, his knees weak. He slumped over the guardsman, and gave her a very human smile. The Warlock was impressed, Frieren managed to outwit him, but as such an unreasonable cost. He waved off the guardians and they began to depart for the webway. He would let the renegade have his prize. Liena watched the eldar leave and turned her attention to her guardian. She laid him carefully on his front pilfering through his pouches for the healing paste. she managed to find the vial and moved quickly to open the precious container. His gasps were becoming more and more ghostly as time went on. There was only one way to heal him, and he wasn't going to like it. Her hand gripped the handle of the knife tightly		The warlock, and his retinue was stunned. No one moved, not even the warlock could have foreseen Frieren's action. The eldar coughed out a pained gasp as his hand started to reach for the knife. His breathing was shallow, his knees weak. He slumped over the guardsman, and gave her a very human smile. The Warlock was impressed, Frieren managed to outwit him, but as such an unreasonable cost. He waved off the guardians and they began to depart for the webway. He would let the renegade have his prize. Liena watched the eldar leave and turned her attention to her guardian. She laid him carefully on his front pilfering through his pouches for the healing paste. she managed to find the vial and moved quickly to open the precious container. His gasps were becoming more and more ghostly as time went on. There was only one way to heal him, and he wasn't going to like it. Her hand gripped the handle of the knife tightly

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	"Leis'fei."		"Leis'fei."

	"~~Some one~~ is there!" An eldar barked from behind the hill.		"Someone is there!" An eldar barked from behind the hill.

	Liena fought trying to free herself from the grip of the guardian. She was a wild animal again trying to escape a predator. The eldar fought back trying to calm her down. If his kin saw him fighting her like this she would be in danger. Her yelps turned into panicked screams as she fought wriggling away. Every time she broke free he grabbed her again. They knew she was there, and they ran down the hill with their weapons pointed at the two. Tears began rolling down her face as she saw her captor running towards her. A fate worse than death awaited her, she thought. She only wondered if she'd live to be one of the thousands of horror stories to tell others around a fire. She freed a hand and struck her companion in the jaw. She broke free for a moment. He hurled his body on top of her bringing her crashing to the ground. He managed to keep most of his weight off of her as they hit the ground. Even then she still continued to struggle.		Liena fought trying to free herself from the grip of the guardian. She was a wild animal again trying to escape a predator. The eldar fought back trying to calm her down. If his kin saw him fighting her like this she would be in danger. Her yelps turned into panicked screams as she fought wriggling away. Every time she broke free he grabbed her again. They knew she was there, and they ran down the hill with their weapons pointed at the two. Tears began rolling down her face as she saw her captor running towards her. A fate worse than death awaited her, she thought. She only wondered if she'd live to be one of the thousands of horror stories to tell others around a fire. She freed a hand and struck her companion in the jaw. She broke free for a moment. He hurled his body on top of her bringing her crashing to the ground. He managed to keep most of his weight off of her as they hit the ground. Even then she still continued to struggle.

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	"Gratia" She didn't notice she was more relaxed in his grip.		"Gratia" She didn't notice she was more relaxed in his grip.
	They shuffled closer to the doorway, neither was brave enough to poke their head out. They knew they had deactivated the generators, but didn't know if 'it' was still in control of them. Liena remembered another trick her sergeant taught her. She rummaged through her pouches to find a mirror as she drew her bayonet. The guardian gave her some space as she did. The idea was to attach the mirror to the end of the bayonet and shine a light into the turrets optical sensor. If it was active the turret would fire harmlessly at the mirror. if not, then it was safe. She couldn't remember how many times they ran though the routine of shutting the turrets off, then reconfiguring them. They had such an understanding of the machine spirits in the weapons they could make a techpriest blush with whatever face they had left. The flaw in her plan was she had nothing to get the mirror to stick to. Normally they would use chewing adhesives; she had none left. She showed the eldar what she was hoping to accomplish.		They shuffled closer to the doorway, neither was brave enough to poke their head out. They knew they had deactivated the generators, but didn't know if 'it' was still in control of them. Liena remembered another trick her sergeant taught her. She rummaged through her pouches to find a mirror as she drew her bayonet. The guardian gave her some space as she did. The idea was to attach the mirror to the end of the bayonet and shine a light into the turrets optical sensor. If it was active the turret would fire harmlessly at the mirror. if not, then it was safe. She couldn't remember how many times they ran though the routine of shutting the turrets off, then reconfiguring them. They had such an understanding of the machine spirits in the weapons they could make a techpriest blush with whatever face they had left. The flaw in her plan was she had nothing to get the mirror to stick to. Normally they would use chewing adhesives; she had none left. She showed the eldar what she was hoping to accomplish.
	He watched as she kept placing the mirror on the end of her knife and saying "Ecce" He figured she was trying to look at the turrets to see any sign of operation without showing herself. He had such an item on his person. It was a foldable optical device used specifically to look around corners. He pulled out the device, earning a tilt of the guardsman's head. He placed the optics to his face and bent the end to show her its use. The Eldar gently pushed the woman aside and curved the device around the concrete door to look at the turrets. Nothing was active on them. He assumed it as safe. but he needed to be sure. He slowly reached his hand out the doorway. Nothing happened. He waved his hand, again nothing. He pulled his hand back in and let out a sigh. He turned to Liena and let out one of his alien smiles. She halted her pained breathing to lift an eyebrow at him.		He watched as she kept placing the mirror on the end of her knife and saying "Ecce" He figured she was trying to look at the turrets to see any sign of operation without showing herself. He had such an item on his person. It was a foldable optical device used specifically to look around corners. He pulled out the device, earning a tilt of the guardsman's head. He placed the optics to his face and bent the end to show her its use. The Eldar gently pushed the woman aside and curved the device around the concrete door to look at the turrets. Nothing was active on them. He assumed it was safe, but he needed to be sure. He slowly reached his hand out the doorway. Nothing happened. He waved his hand, again nothing. He pulled his hand back in and let out a sigh. He turned to Liena and let out one of his alien smiles. She halted her pained breathing to lift an eyebrow at him.

	The familiar sight of the open expanse of nothing greeted them as they made their way west. Liena was keeping up with the Guardians slow pace, but she couldn't help but wonder where they were going. Her company was destroyed, the only hope she had was finding other Imperial Forces before the orks found them. Yet she didn't know which direction they were heading, just that the eldar kept looking at something on his arm, then off in the far distance. She hoped whatever it was that he kept looking at was friendly. They kept walking, and walking. The pain from her broken ribs was beginning to become too much for her to bare. She tried to urge him to stop, but he didn't pay attention to the tugging at his arm. He kept walking. He felt he wasted too much time in the outpost, and that they'd be too late. The human's pleas for rest would only dwindle their chance of escape. Instead of giving in to her cries, he tossed another arm under her leg and lifted her up. Her pain began to subside, there was no more harsh jolt from footsteps anymore. She was still intrigued by his ghostly steps. There wasn't the slightest indication that he was walking. She closed her eyes and pretend she was floating.		The familiar sight of the open expanse of nothing greeted them as they made their way west. Liena was keeping up with the Guardians slow pace, but she couldn't help but wonder where they were going. Her company was destroyed, the only hope she had was finding other Imperial Forces before the orks found them. Yet she didn't know which direction they were heading, just that the eldar kept looking at something on his arm, then off in the far distance. She hoped whatever it was that he kept looking at was friendly. They kept walking, and walking. The pain from her broken ribs was beginning to become too much for her to bare. She tried to urge him to stop, but he didn't pay attention to the tugging at his arm. He kept walking. He felt he wasted too much time in the outpost, and that they'd be too late. The human's pleas for rest would only dwindle their chance of escape. Instead of giving in to her cries, he tossed another arm under her leg and lifted her up. Her pain began to subside, there was no more harsh jolt from footsteps anymore. She was still intrigued by his ghostly steps. There wasn't the slightest indication that he was walking. She closed her eyes and pretend she was floating.

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	"Gratia" She didn't notice she was more relaxed in his grip.		"Gratia" She didn't notice she was more relaxed in his grip.
	They shuffled closer to the doorway, neither was brave enough to poke their head out. They knew they had deactivated the generators, but didn't know if 'it' was still in control of them. Liena remembered another trick her sergeant taught her. She rummaged through her pouches to find a mirror as she drew her bayonet. The guardian gave her some space as she did. The idea was to attach the mirror to the end of the bayonet and shine a light into the turrets optical sensor. If it was active the turret would fire harmlessly at the mirror. if not, then it was safe. She couldn't remember how many times they ran though the routine of shutting the turrets off, then reconfiguring them. They had such an understanding of the machine spirits in the weapons they could make a techpriest blush with whatever face they had left. The flaw in her plan was she had nothing to get the mirror to stick to. Normally they would use chewing adhesives; she had none left. She showed the eldar what she was hoping to accomplish.		They shuffled closer to the doorway, neither was brave enough to poke their head out. They knew they had deactivated the generators, but didn't know if 'it' was still in control of them. Liena remembered another trick her sergeant taught her. She rummaged through her pouches to find a mirror as she drew her bayonet. The guardian gave her some space as she did. The idea was to attach the mirror to the end of the bayonet and shine a light into the turrets optical sensor. If it was active the turret would fire harmlessly at the mirror. if not, then it was safe. She couldn't remember how many times they ran though the routine of shutting the turrets off, then reconfiguring them. They had such an understanding of the machine spirits in the weapons they could make a techpriest blush with whatever face they had left. The flaw in her plan was she had nothing to get the mirror to stick to. Normally they would use chewing adhesives; she had none left. She showed the eldar what she was hoping to accomplish.
	He watched as she kept placing the mirror on the end of her knife and saying "Ecce" He figured she was trying to look at the turrets to see any sign of operation without showing herself. he had such an item on his person. It was a foldable optical device used specifically to look around corners. He pulled out the device, earning a tilt of the guardsman's head. He placed the optics to his face and bent the end to show her its use. The Eldar gently pushed the woman aside and curved the device around the concrete door to look at the turrets. Nothing was active on them. He assumed it as safe. but he needed to be sure. He slowly reached his hand out the doorway. Nothing happened. He waved his hand, again nothing. He pulled his hand back in and let out a sigh. He turned to Liena and let out one of his alien smiles. She halted her pained breathing to lift an eyebrow at him.		He watched as she kept placing the mirror on the end of her knife and saying "Ecce" He figured she was trying to look at the turrets to see any sign of operation without showing herself. He had such an item on his person. It was a foldable optical device used specifically to look around corners. He pulled out the device, earning a tilt of the guardsman's head. He placed the optics to his face and bent the end to show her its use. The Eldar gently pushed the woman aside and curved the device around the concrete door to look at the turrets. Nothing was active on them. He assumed it as safe. but he needed to be sure. He slowly reached his hand out the doorway. Nothing happened. He waved his hand, again nothing. He pulled his hand back in and let out a sigh. He turned to Liena and let out one of his alien smiles. She halted her pained breathing to lift an eyebrow at him.

	The familiar sight of the open expanse of nothing greeted them as they made their way west. Liena was keeping up with the Guardians slow pace, but she couldn't help but wonder where they were going. Her company was destroyed, the only hope she had was finding other Imperial Forces before the orks found them. Yet she didn't know which direction they were heading, just that the eldar kept looking at something on his arm, then off in the far distance. She hoped whatever it was that he kept looking at was friendly. They kept walking, and walking. The pain from her broken ribs was beginning to become too much for her to bare. She tried to urge him to stop, but he didn't pay attention to the tugging at his arm. He kept walking. He felt he wasted too much time in the outpost, and that they'd be too late. The human's pleas for rest would only dwindle their chance of escape. Instead of giving in to her cries, he tossed another arm under her leg and lifted her up. Her pain began to subside, there was no more harsh jolt from footsteps anymore. She was still intrigued by his ghostly steps. There wasn't the slightest indication that he was walking. She closed her eyes and pretend she was floating.		The familiar sight of the open expanse of nothing greeted them as they made their way west. Liena was keeping up with the Guardians slow pace, but she couldn't help but wonder where they were going. Her company was destroyed, the only hope she had was finding other Imperial Forces before the orks found them. Yet she didn't know which direction they were heading, just that the eldar kept looking at something on his arm, then off in the far distance. She hoped whatever it was that he kept looking at was friendly. They kept walking, and walking. The pain from her broken ribs was beginning to become too much for her to bare. She tried to urge him to stop, but he didn't pay attention to the tugging at his arm. He kept walking. He felt he wasted too much time in the outpost, and that they'd be too late. The human's pleas for rest would only dwindle their chance of escape. Instead of giving in to her cries, he tossed another arm under her leg and lifted her up. Her pain began to subside, there was no more harsh jolt from footsteps anymore. She was still intrigued by his ghostly steps. There wasn't the slightest indication that he was walking. She closed her eyes and pretend she was floating.