P3t1

  Message received, the st chapter felt forced. I get it tbh. What I'm not going to do though is ge it, I don't want to so I won't. Instead, I'll keep this in mind while writing future chapters and try to do better.Embarrassing excuses:SpoilerI accept that it was BAD from a lyrical perspective, a cheap way to set Ea back but not from the lore and in-story reasons. She thought she found the reason for her nervousness (sneaky Orkz). She has 'ACTIVE' sehat go far in the form of soul tendrils and such, but in her humanoid form, her 'PASSIVE' senses are barely at the level of an Eldar. She didn't have the Patriarch's danger sense in her yet, nor was she paying much attention to anything going on further than a few dozeers while she got lost in the fight. [colpse] My Mind-Cores were w in overdrive until the st sed where they flickered out oer the other as the st parts of my body turo dust. Without an anchor to reality, I felt my soul thread fading and my soul floating peacefully in the middle of a tumultuous o of energy. The whole little realm I've made for myself roiled at my pain, standing at the ready to assist me in whatever I needed. My soul shivered in phantom-pain, no, 'pain' was too mild a word to describe the mind-bending agony I just went through and was still going through in a way. I forced it down to a manageable level, but I felt like I'd jump every time I saw something green for a while. I didn't want to think about all the ways I'd fucked up. Hundreds of reendations for how I could have avoided putting myself in this situation were flooding my head now that I could actually notice them without the pain clouding my mind. Hundreds of preventative measures and dozens more analyzed and dissected my filing attempts at warding off the atomization. [Reendation: stant periodig-range sing.][Reendation: Layered Symbiotic armour with nanic yers.][Reendation: stant Psychic force field kept up.][Reendation: Creation of redundant avatars.] I'll think about all of this ter. When my soul-thread wasn't fading anymore. [bat Reendation: Separate an uninjured part of you into eldritch flesh and abandon the rest of the body.][bat Reendation: Use a psychic shield to cut off the spread of the atomization.][bat Reendation: Abandon the body and jump into t...] No! Later I said! I forcefully ighem and shoved them into the bay mind, these buzzing around made my failure sting even more. Energy rushed into the fading thread and reinforced it, keeping that tiny window into reality open for me as I quickly tried to figure out what to anyself to when I felt like a brick hit my head. Soul energy spread out in a myriad of tine questing tendrils and quickly found the fading telepathiion I had with the armor on Selene, I reected with it ao e solidify. I sighed in relief. Floating aimlessly for a moment, but then I felt repulsive energy rush into the armor. I jerked up and pushed my sehrough the e a it. Selene's presence skyrocketed a moment ago and in the pce of an above-average soul stood a newly minted Psyker. It was nowhere near my own presence or even the navigators, but it dwarfed her earlier o also seemed like it let her el the powers of the and use them to fuel the Armor instead of relying on my energy. I felt flicted about that; I felt disgusted even as I was with the energy c through her veins and I knew I couldn't see her in the same light as before if she stayed this way. Every pretty smile, every smirk, scowl, frown would be tainted by me feeling like her presence was vomiting into my own. It was the same with Valenith. He barely let any energy into himself if he wasn't actually going to use it, so he didn't disgust me all the time, but Selene cked that trol. The question nohether she'd survive if I ripped her soul out of the and pced it up here with me in the Se of Souls. The answer was uain and I sure as hell wouldn't be experimenting on her. Oh, she is going wild. I should probably tell her I'm not dead or something. "Hi~" I vibrated the air near her ear to replicate my voice. She jerked for a moment, her armored fists getting ripped out from the chest of an Or the movement. "What?" she asked, fused. "Am I halluating? What is happening to me?" she whispered to herself, a fused frown t her fabsp;"I jumped ship and now I'm your armor," I said calmly. "I don't know what you assumed, but I am quite alive." "B-but I saw you die," she jumped back, distang herself from the st handful of Orcs as Zedev walked up beside her and started finishing the extermination with mae-like effibsp;"I'm much harder to kill than you may think," my voice was gentle as I felt the mixture of chaotic emotions wash over her aura, there was fear, relief, dread, hope and anger, "A little atomization 't keep me down for long." "Show yourself then!" she said, her voicharacteristically weak. "As you wish," I said as I split the tiny eldritch tendril I left in her armor into two while also taking an abundant amount of bio-energy I left i should I o repair Selene's armor mid-bat. The tiny tendril jumped off of her shoulder, her gaze following it like a hawk. I formed the tempte I wanted in my mind ahe energy loose. The tendril expanded rapidly, twisting and curling around itself as it started f my feet, calves, and thighs, then tinued on to form a humanoid shape. I wasn't much different from Sele the moment, looking like a feminine white mannequin before the flesh rippled and the white material turned into my humanoid form. "Oops," I said offhandedly as I quickly made armor to cover myself with. Is there any ce that my fy bodyglove survived that? Seleepped up to me and with a wave of my hand, her armor retreated, f a choker around her ned leaving the rest of her body in the clothing she had on herself underh it. She reached out and touched my cheek with slightly trembling fingers. "You are real," she whispered, her head tilting to the side. "Are you real?" "Are any of us real?" I mused, the my cheek get squeezed and stretched. "I awm, soy, stop stweg 'y cheek." "Idiot," she sighed heavily, "I wouldn't halluate anything stupid like that for sure," she o herself, finally viny reality as she stopped bullying my cheek and pulled her hand away. I pouted as I exaggeratedly massaged my cheek. I even made blood rush to make it seem like it was bruising. "What even was that thing?" I asked as I started looking around for the source of all this trouble. I lost a fuck load of bio-energy along with my body. Somebody is going to suffer for that. "It was a rge Orc, maybe a head taller than the rest and it stood a kilometer away that way," said Selene as she pointed in a dire, I narrowed my eyes but couldn't see anything that way, "And you killed it, I don't know what you did but there was a fsh of light and the moment my helmet stopped pinging the Orc as alive." "Oh," I blinked, "I did that?" "You don't remember?" "It was more instinct than scious thought. I was fog on not dying." "So you were dying!" "Noooo," I averted my eyes from the scathing gre b into me, "but losing that body is a fug pain. I had turies' worth of energy stored in it and I wasted it all trying to teract the atomizer." "So now you are starving?" "Sort of?" I looked around us, "Though I think I'll mah the energy I got back from your armor and all this," I waved a hand around, motioning for the corpses littering the floor. "Yoing to eat the Orcs?" "Yep," I nodded, my to matg the enthusiasm of my words, "but let's talk about you for a moment, you are flooded with Jizz Selene and I 't say it is a good thing." "What?" she frowned, "'... Jizz'?" she sounded out the words, equal parts repulsed and fused. "Yep," I nodded, "your psychic presence is also much greater. My dolences you've bee a Psyker." "dolences?" Valenith butted into our versation. "You should know that having a powerful soul isly a good thing in this gaxy." The Eldar grimaced and I think he also felt slightly offended, but I didn't quite care. "That further plicates our abyssal situation." "Quite," I nodded as Selene looked betweewo of us as she herself undoubtedly ran over many sarios in her head. A Rogue Trader must know what the Imperium did to unsaned Psykers. Bck Ships werely a secret and nor was the fact that only a tiny fra of those that reached Holy Terra came out from there as Saned Psykers. "Fuck," she said dejectedly. "While I'm not opposed to that, we'll have to do something about you stinking from all that Jizz going through you." "Could you not say it like that?" she shook her head dejectedly. "Sorry, not sorry," I forced a smile on my face, "I might have a way to help you a bit, but we should sult our resident Psyker first." "Yes," Valenith's eyebrows twitched violently as he asked, his arms crossed as he stared at us. "Would a person survive if I were to, say," I looked up at the ceiling for a moment as I massaged my with a finger, "yank their soul to another pside the ?" "'Yank'?" he frowned. "People don't tend to handle well if a Psyker does ANYTHING to their souls. It needs a profit telepath to even glimpse inside a soul without the person going atose and mind-dead." "Could she learn tute the Energy like you?" I asked back, "Not let even a drop of it inside of her body?" "If you keep her alive for a few turies and she spends all that time training under an Eldar master, maybe." "That is not very encing." "It wasn't inteo be," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm, "but it is possible, unlike your idea." "I could pce a lo her soul, plug in her e to it, if you will." "You might as well kill her," he shook his head. "She'll certainly do it if you do that. Psykers 't haheir e being cut off from the ." "I just want to stop the energy from flowing into her freely," I said dryly. "Why is it a bad thing?" Selene asked ah turned our heads her way. "You are a hole, a tunnel eg the and Realspace," Val spoke first, "and anything living in the use your open e as a gateway if you don't learn to close it off and trol it." "Didn't you say that closing it off would make me kill myself?" "You are not cutting off your e. It is more like holding in your breath stantly, not letting the outside airflow into your lungs." "I'd die from that too." "Well, you don't need Energy to survive, but you'll feel like you do," I interjected. "It is like a drug, with crackheads trying to rape your soul every time you use it." "A disgusting but apt metaphor despite me not having the fai idea what a 'crackhead' is," Valenith nodded, "The is a power that always demands a price greater than the power it gives, which is why restraint and self-trol are paramount for a Psyker that wants to stay both sane and alive." "Damn it," said Selene weakly. I felt darker emotions bubble over her aura and I stepped in to give her a hug, despite it making my stomach twist in revulsion. "It will be alright," I said. "Didn't I say artners? I'll beat up any demons that dare e close to your soul." Her aura started to settle and I smiled, tightening the hug as I indulged myself in the feeling of her soft body encased in my embrace. I felt her arms around my back a few seds in as she buried her fa my chest. This is nice, wetting atomized for. If only it didn't make my stomach . P3t1