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"Greetings Chaubrartedduxumnaehinaghyleolnua, I am very honored to have one such as yourself in my presence. I am Magos Adsiltia of the forge world Talieed. I am humbled and excited to have you aboard and I have been looking forward to meeting you. I am keenly interested in learning about you and your technology should you wish to share your information with us. I suppose that my Captain has shared with you this knowledge yes?" The outsider remained silent for a moment, looking down at the Magos. The lacking of any visual representation of a face would mean reading their observations of the creature simply impossible, which was probably for the best. Their sensors reached out, silently caressing with unfeeling tendrils of data and questing feelers that would surely go unregistered, what they found did not fill them with great pleasure but they let those thoughts sit for a moment as they gave their reply.

"I have taken and absorbed the memories and thoughts of your Captain, I am well aware of the mission and purpose of your Mechanicus from the perspective of the Captain." They turned their head finally to look out into the empty void. The orb tracked along with the viewport, seemingly never shifting position as though it were affixed to the glass itself. Wherever this frigate was going to find itself the orb would be able to follow with great ease. They were not under any way under the assumption that this craft held the capacity for being able to move faster than their own craft, the size of the frigate notwithstanding if their landing craft were in the same vein of propulsion then logically the frigate too would be of a similar breed. No, they decided, the orb would have no difficulty following this primitive craft.

They turned their attention back to the Magos when they realised that she was still talking. As her hand extended they finally realised what that feeling they had felt was- Distaste. Looking down at the mechanical limb, reading the sheer lack of real organic matter within this creature they realised that for the first time in their existence they felt a sense of distaste at the idea of these Mechanicum Humans. Their devotion to the ideals of technology and progress was commendable, praisable even, but their desires to meld flesh with machine with no true goal in mind was wasteful and unnecessary. And to compound the matter these additions were hardly improvements to their base matter but rather of some false fervour in the vain hopes of achieving a past that had long since died rather than try to grow the future for those yet to come.

Though they disliked the idea intensely of attempting to draw more information from this creature, this Magos, they knew that their directive was far more important. They would serve as they were bid and their personal feelings on the matter would have to be put aside. As they reached out to grasp the hand of the Magos, now understanding it was a method of greeting rather than an offering of absorption though that too was also their goal, they paused. Their hand halted in the space between them. Something was wrong.

Looking down at their armoured forearm they saw and registered the light green sheen that covered their form was growing and dimming in intensity out of their control. A sense of confusion ran through them as small arcs of energy crackled across their body unrestrained, hissing and crackling as they struck across each other. Their head darted to and fro as they tried to assess the situation, their sensors fluctuating wildly as they tried to also resolve what was going on. Everything was functioning correctly, the fault was not theirs but rather they were being acted upon by an outside force. As they tried to assess just what was affecting them they saw it.

Even if they hadn't been linked the orbs sensors they would have been able to see it eventually. The space around them had changed, now it was filled with energy instead of matter. And there was something very very wrong with this place. Stepping away from the Magos they marched towards the viewports into the strange space, pushing servators out of their path without even registering they were there, more than one they simply knocked over by walking into it and carrying on past. Their sensors reached out, attempting to understand this place as they halted at the far end of the command deck.

This seemed to be a place of compressed energy and space that acted both in and outside of the space that they had just left. It seemed entirely likely that this realm intercepted as well as ran parallel with this new dimension, but that didn't explain what was causing these fluctuations... Unless... They were now in some form of fifth dimensional space. Something was wrong with this dimension though, though true the Will was permeating it it was not the dimension that they knew. Rather than be rich and bountiful it was a torrent that shifted and warped over itself, both less than the realm they knew and more chaotic. This wasn't a rich ocean of Will, it was a roaring river, shallow, lesser and yet infinitely more dangerous and unknowable.

Their left hand raised once more, feeling forth with the Will they channelled forth a flame from their hand. A small ball of blue fire sparked to life a few inches above their open palm. Everything seemed to be operating normally for a moment, their sensors detected no abortion with the Will at first but then it changed, tinges of red and purple began to cascade through the flame as it began to shift in size and heat out of control. They released the ball of blue flame as easily as they had projected it, whatever was wrong with this dimension was affect with their continued with their projection of the Will. And something told them that the Magos was well aware of what it was.

They turned to look sidelong at the Magos, their arm mounted weapon shifting back into a firing position as a precaution. "What has your dimension done to this realm, primitive? How have your kind corrupted the Will?"