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Abrubhor The Corrupted

"Your feeble mind shall know true power!"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Specmarine

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Name: Abrubhor The Corrupted

Age: 3,214

Appearance:Image

Occupation: Chaos Sorcerer of Chaos Undivided

Legion: Word Bearers

Equipment:
Power Sword
Corrupting Book

Powers
Psycic warp magic

Personality: Abrubhor is a sly and manipulative. He is evil to the core, wanting nothing to do besides make anyone his pawn in his plans. He furthers the conquest of chaos by all means.

So begins...

Abrubhor The Corrupted's Story

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Walking through a Grove, a massive figgure is a set of red power armor wandered the area. Clutching his head as he did. He had just recovered from his grievous wounds, however he could hear whispers inside his head. Powerful whispers...and he was following their words.

"Ah yes captain...So glad you can assist me in a recovery...Our deal stands...You find this artifact...and I give you the power needed to fight that shadow dragon when he appears...All so you can honor your chapter and the Emperor..." The twisted voice in his head spoke.

"Quiet fiend...I only do this for the Emperor and not for your sake!...You will honor our deal once this is over!...My brothers already view me as different! I will regain my honor for the sake of the Emperor!" The marine spat back as he continued on.

"Of course dear captain...I will keep my end of the bargain, just find that artifact for me and I will do the rest...There are no Eldar to interrupt you...none of your brothers seek to follow you...Only the locals here can stop you...Find the dagger, and you will gain power to best that dragon..." The voice laughed as it faded away back into the warp.

The setting changes from the-grave to The Wastelands

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On The Surface

On the surface, a tear of reality opened up as a massive armored figure stepped out of it. Armed with a power sword, his very presence seemed to corrupt the very land around him. "Ah yes...there should be my shipment arriving right...on...schedule." The figure laughed darkly to it itself. It looked in the sky, directly at a ship that was in flight. The Cobalt Glaive...it held a treasure that he wanted.

He began to channel his psychic powers. "Time to gather my package now..." The figure spoke as he raised his hand at the ship. If the ship was unprotected from any psychic means, the ships flight capabilities would suddenly glitch out, egines would start to flicker on and off, generators would shut down for short intervals and the lights would just shut off. The Sorcerer was trying to force it to land, or even crash land...although he rather not damage the item he was trying to find.

Of course...if his plan to use psychic powers failed...he would have to use more...direct means to make it stop.

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Such conversations took little time to occur and as another made designs against the craft Plinth absorbed the information with glee. A truly alive space to walk upon. She understood the memory of life running under their hooves from the limited understanding she'd been given by Jinhai. Her plane had a memory of life that was but remained profoundly incomplete. Merely structure. She showed Craig the place called Losthome, a thing of plants and eccentric madness a random assemblage of memory. Below it cold metal and gears trundling on. Above it more ground the whole of the place a sponge of interlinked properties with no soul linked by an eternal machine. They knew it could see them but if it cared they could not discern. Just sets of red eyes of some impenetrable mind looking out at them impassively from between a foggy abyss of gunmetal gears. She thought the comparison of the living threads tethering beneath all Cra to those heartless machines were somehow close but held apart.

Then a pounding redness of tethers lurched through the ship her sense of taint throbbing madly everywhere pulling her into the present. Plinth recoiled her legs from the ship channeling such energies splitting apart into the balanced insulating cloud. Next she reached into her pack and pulled hard at the armor stored in the pocket of reality there goading it into activity by charging it. A muscle instinctively tensing the ferroplasm armor weave poured over her head the horned helmet dragged along to clamp shut. The gauntlet clinks together over her hands. She eyed Craig projecting a sense of great worry. Plinth shouted alarm to Craig and her brothers Jinhai. She didn't know what was going on but she didn't like it.

She worried more at Craig with an image of her Censer that was somewhere with the Imps and reached out to figure out where it was.

The Jinhai under Ean and Akio tensed hard as they were pushed to awareness from their largely idle state. The eyes of Jinhai poured upward through the collar of both so Jinhai could see. Plinth had put them at alert. Both flowed down onto the palms ready for weapons previously known to them to wrap a conduit around them.

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There was so much more Akio wanted to ask the Captain of the Cobalt Glaive. Now that he had his answer of where the resources were pulled to power the Arsenal, what kept the Refinery running? How were these resources gathered? Were they pulled from the atmosphere or did they come from other locations. Did Captain Ean have to stop constantly to gather resources to power this ship? He knew enough about space to know that it was void of most atoms, so would Captain Ean have to fly within the confines of planets to gather resources? How close would he have to fly by the sun to gather it's solar elements? This technology was new to him and he wanted to learn more about it. Of course he knew Captain Ean could and would eventually answer all the questions Akio had, but for now he would let man conclude his tour and wait until they were in private quarters to question him further.

Or not. As soon as Akio nodded, he felt the ship lurch violently. Lights began to flicker and technology buzzed all around him. He felt his own stomach moving in his body as the ship lowered in altitude. He knew Captain Ean couldn't have done this. He was standing right in front of him. Turbulence was putting it too lightly...this was something else. And as Akio reached into the Shadows to pull the answer, he knew Captain Ean would be reacting to the sudden change in the atmosphere from calm to hectic.

Luckily, this would be one of the easiest Shadow reads he'd ever conducted. Though Akio couldn't learn much about this being's past, he could learn much about this being. A user of the Psyche, he would gather first. The Shadows dripped from it, the air around him whispered it, and Psychic beings were among the easiest to detect, especially powerful ones that didn't mask their own self. A being of destruction and chaos would come second, from his nearby environment. He would feel the connection between this being's abilities and the ship's malfunctions, finding a direct link. No doubt this was the perpetrator.

Ean Falcor has many physical bases covered...but what was his standpoint on magical defenses?

A gaping flaw was coming to fruition as he took to glancing into the future...just a minute or two ahead. Any more and the Psychic might sense the tampering of time and be slightly more equipped as to what it was dealing with here. Every edge was needed.

After a careful read and an overall analysis, Akio snapped back into the present and turned to Ean. "You're dealing with a pirate who wishes to plunder your ship, in a figurative choice of words. In actuality, the threat is a strong mind altering fellow who warps the world around him...us included. His efforts are what is causing the ships to fly ruggedly. He's trying to make the Cobalt Glaive land. He will succeed in doing so." There was no denying it. Every instance and scenario he passed through showed the Cobalt Glaive on the ground, either in good condition or in some sort of disrepair.

"Your favorable option is to land the ship yourself, Captain Ean. Land it next to the being who is causing this warping. You will have to play defense while he plays siege. I can and will make your burden easier, however." A slow easy smirk was forming across his face, one that proclaimed confidence and esteem towards the Captain of the ship. He also remembered something...something very important that had mostly been ignored since their entry onto the ship...the presence of the Jinhai.

"Jinhai, I will need your help in this fight," he said, "I'm glad you have not left us."

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The Bridge
"Emily, we're getting a signal down on the surface." A technician read out to the helmswoman at her post. "Yeah I see it... odd. Whats a person doing alone out in the-" She never got to finish her sentence, as the ship began going haywire, systems going haywire, the ship's engines fluctating. "Holy crap! Send an alert out all systems, we've got trouble coming, and get The captain back up here now."

Traveling the ship with the Cra
Craig looked to Plinth, concern clearly evident on his mouthless face, radiating from his mind. Memories brought to him by the Cra collective mindspace, he shared with plinth the images of a chaos being. "We are under assault, though I do not know why they seek to harm us." He said to her, turning and heading towards the bridge. "Do not be afraid, however. We will be safe."

Touring with Ean
When the shaking and flickering began, Ean looked all around at the chaos, barely listening to Akio as he went on. Ean took a few steps to the side of the ship and placed his hand on the cool surface of the wall. Immediatly, the flickering, shaking, and all else ceased, and the ship returned to flying normally. Ean looked up at Akio then, slipping his hand off the wall as though nothing had occured. "I'm sorry I missed that?" He said, before shaking his head. "Ah we'll have to return to the tour later, right now I have a feeling I'm needed on the bridge."

The captain took off at a steady jog to the transit station, signalling the tech to start the process for sending them to the bridge. Once Akio was in place, they were sent. Ean barely waited long enough for the transition to complete before stepping out of the station and onto the bridge, briskly hopping up to the captains chair and bringing up his interface. He went over the systems and made sure the damage was minor before adressing the problem at hand. "Sensors got a hostile entity down on the ground, some chaos lord or other. He tried to bring us down I guess. Good thing our girl isn't so easily shoved around." He said, raising screens connecting to the arsenal, hanger, and the barracks. "Chief, get the arsenal loaded for a rocksteady, We may be sending boys down and I want them safe." He said to the engineering chief in the arsenal. "Theo, get hummingbirds in the racks and some drop ships prepped for launch." Was his order to the Airchief in the hanger bay. "Captain, get your best men and send em to the drop bay, We got some folks from chaos trying to give us trouble, arm appropriately. And hey, this is me giving you fair warning." He smirked at the Imp Captain in the barracks.

He then looked up to Emily. "Keep us up in the air, and out of range of that dumbass who thinks he can ground my ship. And get Craig to bring our employer up here, I got a feeling our rude guest is after the cargo she wants us to pick up. If that's the case, our MO at this point is pretty straight forward, we hold off the wack jobs, grab the cargo, and get off the planet. Understood."

"Aye Captain!" Rang out through the bridge as the crew set to work.

Ean would then turn to Akio with a smile. "This right here is what your job is whenever I'm not available."

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The sorcerer scoffed at the ship as it returned to normal. "Figures I have to do more..." He simply spoke as more portals opened up, from one signal came one hundred. Many armed themselves with Las-cannons infused with unholy magic. Warp infused energy. The hand held, long ranged, anti-vehicle option.

"Slaves, down the ship but do not destroy it...I need it partially intact to obtain what is rightfully ours...That treasure shall and will be mine...they deley the inevitable..." The sorcer pointed, and the armored figures that appeared silently obeyed their order and aimed wepaons at the ship. With a bright red glow on their weapons, they fired long ranged energy shots at the ship. Filling the skies with red energy fire.

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Things trying to bump me in the night

Plinth calmed a bit when she felt another mind war with the tainted force and win on home ground. It had the seeming of humankind in pushing across the struts like it was home. The captain? Raising an eyebrow at Craig with a smile she thought Craig didn't wield quite that sort of power. The Agi seemed to her built for activities more of growth than those forged in the fires of destruction like herself. Even if her central purpose was making growth from fire.

She voiced her other concern to Craig not wanting to have to picture it, "Actual demonkind of tainted Humankind? Oh great. At least you're not the one they keep trying to tie down. We're all blood of the Fallen Emperor and they all want little royal demons."

The redness faded from her vision and Plinth could tell her Censer was somewhere moving about the ship. The flame she curated inside had blown out so wherever they went it was with haste. Perhaps the Imps she gave it to were looking for her now?

Forward into the hallway she glided over deckplate behind Cra the world in grayscale before her seen through the insulation of her helmet. She sang her siren song as she went a soft pleasant humming tune one could almost hear the psionic words that drove them. The tainted mind might find it exceedingly painful to listen to as it attempted to force a chaotic mind into stability. Craig could see in Plinth's mind the faint network of a psionic resonator she maintained to curate the broadcast.

Weapons worn

Akio's Jinhai responded quietly, "We are here to protect Humankind and the Mada. My skills are yours to direct."

A new cloud of thought left its mark in the shadows waiting for a faint potential to send a bolt of power. Jinhai's power was an arcane will at ease with the direction of shadows. It seemed as much an arcane factory of immense depth able to respond to what the shadows desired. The well of its power roiled through arcane paths as the Jinhai prepared for war.

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Akio's brow raised as Captain Ean touched the surface of his ship...effectively eliminating the threat the ship was currently facing. So the Captain did have more to him than he seemed, Akio thought as he walked with him back to the transit station. Unfortunately, he had repaired the problem so quick and used his ability so fast that the Wanderer had little to no time to determine what it's root was...or even what it contained. He could guess Technomancy. He did know one of those beings at some point in his life.

Appearing on the bridge next to Ean, Akio witnessed the Captain relaying orders across from crew member to crew member, developing a defensive strategy and getting ready for the fight. Akio decided not to repeat himself this time. Captain Ean had a plan and it was likely that he wasn't going to be deterred, regardless of what Akio said. Akio just scratched his chin and nodded, studying the various forms of life warping around the initial target and charging cannons of pure corrupted energy to be fired at the Cobalt Glaive. He couldn't get that image out of his mind.

The Cobalt Glaive was going to be grounded...one way or the other...

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The Bridge

Craig and Plinth would come into the bridge right around the time the first barrage of weapons fire hit the Glaive. A shield shimmered into visibility as it absorbed the blasts, and a crewman called out "Shields holding at seventy two percent sir, we can hold maybe five to ten minutes of this but no more."

Ean nodded. "Son of a bitch has another thing coming if he thinks he's taking us outta the sky." He muttered as he raised coms across the ship. "All hands general quarters, non essential personnel to bunks."

He then gestured at Plinth. "Oi, normally I wouldn't ask an employer this, but from everything I've seen so far you seem the type to enjoy a fight. You were standing there next to the boys from the imperium back in the business district after all. Here's the trouble, I'm sending some of mine down to deal with those.. things down there that are shooting at us. If you feel up to it, I'd like you to join em, keep em safe. Chaos soldiers is what they are, and I won't lie, My boys are gonna need some help against them."

He then sent comms across to the arsenal, refinery, and most all other stations. "Listen up, the moment you get your orders set and squared away, let me know, I'm redirecting as much power as possible to the shields to keep us up. Captain, your taking three bunkers down near the enemy. Their chaos so no need to hold back like usual, I'll even send feidy along as soon as he's ready. Get your men in the tubes, your dropping right after the birds drop some fire to soften em up. Everyone who's not going in a bunker needs to get to the pod bay and prep for drop."

He paused a moment to take a breath, before saying aloud. "Oh jeeze, ya know I nearly forgot about you guys." He raised a hand to look at Jinhai attaching to his palm. "You've been so quite I just about forgot you where there. Listen, the cargo were picking up, I'm getting a feeling that that's what the suckers after. I need exact coordinates as to where were going. Oh and another thing, dunno exactly how it all works, but could some of you go with your uh... your sister. If we lose communications, I'm hoping you guys will help us out there as well."

Ean then turned to Akio. "First mate." And here he smirked "Do me a favor, take the station directly behind Emily. It gives a real time top down view of everything within sensor range under the Glaive. Keep an eye on our boys, and another on the bad guys. Anything stands out to you that you think I need to know, call it out. Your in charge of the ground, I'm gonna get our birds up and running."

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Redistribution of interests

Ean and Akio could feel the Jinhai pulling away in pieces as it slithered around their mind. Motes drain out of every available surface a thick fluid pooling into two lump on the floor which then pour together into a much larger section. Yet some of it remains behind a thin scarf around Ean and Akio's neck. The individuals pass memories to each other in a thin sparking of psionic interfacing. As the purple light dies down from the pile of Jinhai four humanoid bodies emerge of equal volume. Then the 5' high Jinhai split again into four even smaller copies of the same individual. The 16 miniature Jinhai of little but growing distinctivenesses arrange themselves in a two layered circle to discuss their options

Said one, "There is an agreement then. The roles can be passively assisted"
"Yes, " said another, "Efforts can be more effective spread across the entire group."

A third spoke to Ean, "I will join with your warriors each."
"Jinhai are capable of unified effort from any of their points as long as they are not significantly distant", said the first.

"If a Jinhai cannot fit inside their armor myselves can divide further", Said another.

A fifth and sixth regarded Ean and Akio each in a moment that could be described to singular threads of mind as gazing through a looking glass as it shattered. Each of the Jinhai gave their awareness independently to both men. The individual shards of the mirror even a reflection into shadow as the Jinhai passed along to Akio both his and the shadow's own touch. Each Jinhai a gate for the shadows to cast with power across the distance a living channel from beings of order home to a place where light was not king.

Ean was handed their awareness of terrain. A proportionate map of everywhere Jinhai had ever been or were down to the pebbles on the soil. They helpfully clipped out an in-between of the Almanac they gave Ean sized to the task at hand for their location. The live room at one side moving through space though the outside of the Glaive is frozen in time from the last point they'd seen it. Dark hollows lie at any inbetweens such as where the Jinhai had not yet been inside the Glaive. In the other corner the psionic foundry at the outskirts of Lorandor.

Distinct feelings of scale in the darkness beyond the container as Jinhai's almanac spread across the universe just beyond that permeable mindspace. Even other realities in pages of their Almanac like Aetherius and Genesis though if he pressed for coordinates in other planes gained an utterly inexpressible metaphysical concept of a location in multidimensional space relative to where Ean was standing. Much of the interior of the Psionic foundry gained an increasing amount of such concepts attached to the end as he went further into the large cargo door where the brick of crystals was tethered together. A second Zhou under construction was still partly woven ferroplasm weave but constructed enough to deliver the heavy package. Dozens of Jinhai waited there patiently for the cargo to arrive.

Once more into the flailing tentacles

Plinth nodded while her claws rubbed at the armor on her midsection her voice made hollow by the helmet, "We ride for the protection of Mankind! I'm ready to aid them when my Censer gets here. I think it's heading this way I kinda don't know the layout. You know, I hope the stitches hold."

She looks backward at the door then to Craig, "Are they trying to teleport it around? That won't work well without me holding it."

Her flat affect to negative emotions made control easy of fear as much as it was an armor against the center of demonkind's emotive powers. She put her hand on her hip quipping, "The Demonkind better not get touchy-feely I have a headache! Besides, Mada only date mankind!"

Floating for duty

Feidlimid called forward to Emily from the communications system, "Am I needed for deployment? The ship quivers around me."

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"All a matter of time now...those pathetic shields won't hold forever...My powers are not needed here...they are lucky not to face my full powers thanks to their cargo...What is this?...I sense movement...going to the ground?...They seek to eliminate my puppets...then let them come..." The sorcerer spoke as he stood around and waited.

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Akio kept his eyes out, listening to the information being spread from person to person, keeping his eyes on their enemies below them. He had his awareness all around and didn't miss a thing. 72% shields left, a few minutes away from zero. Plinth would lead the ground charge, Jinhai to split their...selves across the forces. Ean would've already found Akio in that position, analyzing the ground from the station behind Emily. That didn't stop him from turning to the Captain and nodding as he understood the instruction.

He turned his gaze towards the ground view, where the Psyche user and it's minions haven't moved position. Normally, that would be a good thing. The Wastelands were baron and devoid of any cover for them to hide behind. There wasn't really any place they could sneak attack from. However, their boldness is what struck and resonated with the Wanderer. They must've merited that confidence somehow...meaning that they had more on their side than they initially showed.

He lowered his gaze from the monitor to Emily, her fingers constantly working about three miles a minute. He wasn't quite sure whether he should interrupt or what exactly he could do in regards with her. She had her own tasks and he didn't want to halt her from doing those. At the same time, he remembered when he first approached Emily with Ean. She could talk without skipping a beat.

He stood and watched.

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Emily responded to feidy. "Yes Fiedy your up, get Alex and prep for drop, your going in behind a pod storm." she said to through the comes, never missing a beat.

Ean nodded as the information came through, and related a slew of directions to Emily. She run the engines up and started them moving to pick up the cargo, but the trajectory would take them directly over the enemy. Of course, that was exactly what Ean wanted.

Less than a minute later he revived confirmations across the board.

"Hanger here, birds are in the racks and ready to launch."
"Arsenal is locked and loaded."
"Pod bay, we are ready for drop."

Ran smiled, saying aloud so Akio could hear "alright everybody, let's show these forces of chaos what we can do, eh?"

Following a resounding "aye captain", several processes would begin simultaneously, in such a beautifully perfect choreography. The various departments synchronized to create a seemingly chaotic mess of events. But when followed carefully, the sequence could be discerned.

The Hangar
To best understand what was happening, a look into what events led to the final symphony are needed. From the barracks troops would file out to their various sectors. Ground forces went to the pod bay and arsenal, while pilots went for the hangar. These pilots wore a customised combat armor like the standard issue IMP warsuit, but with several important differences. For one, the suit lacked the wings and thrusters the standard armor introduced, for another the only armament they carried was a single charge pistol, and a combat knife, both in a holster compartment in a thigh plate. And then there were the sockets, which will be explained shortly.
Each pilot located and moved under their designated hummingbird craft. The ships looked like little more thAn long rounded bullets, with one end tapering slightly before rounding out, and the other sporting two prongs between which glowed several output slots, the weapon system to those who would recongnise it. Each ship was about twenty eight meters long, and about five meters at the widest.
From the belly of each ship, a section opened and seperated like ribs sliding apart to reveal a mechanical arm that reach down to the pilot. This arm had a hand that split into four fingers, and each "finger" had multiple docking mechanisms. These sought out the sockets in the pilots armor, on the backs of the hands, the heels of the feet, the ankles, calves, thighs, upper and firearms. The "palm" of the hand had similar Dockers that integrated to the sockets located along the spine, shoulderblades, and finally locking to the collar none. Once full integratio, as complete, the instinct drive system kicked in. Each pilot was now able to control their ship like it was an extension of their body. They moved, and so would the ship.
The arm would then pull the pilot into the ships ribs, which would seal up once more. W9tiers moved the ships into loading racks, again a mechanism remiscient of bullets being loaded into a guns magazine. Once they were loaded, the airchief gave Wan the notification. And once he had given the go ahead, each ship in the magazine, five per, were launched along the glaives magnetized runways, and off the converted launching ramp.
Inside of a minute ten hummingbird craft were in The air, and the pilots opened the wings, like those the glaive used to fly, and began orienting themselves into a dive at the enemy.

The Arsenal
The rocksteady loadout is one the IMPs use regularly. It consisted of bunkers, defensive turrets, reinforced walls, and the odd utility device, mining rigs and communications beacons, mostly.
Out of all of these, the bunkers were perhaps the most elappreciated and impressive. Polycrete reinforced with carbon steel, sporting an electro kinetic generator that powered a plasma field barrier. Into these would be loaded four IMPs, along with a supply cache that held enough ammunition and rations for a week of prolonged combat, though unfortunately the plasma shield circuitry had never been able to operate in combat conditions for longer than thirty seconds. They were still trying to figure out a way to fix that.
In any case, once the go ahead was given by the captain, three of these had been dropped into the firing columns, which extended from their housings in the bottom hull of the ship. They took aim at strategic locations around the enemy location, and fired. They would impact shortly after the hummingbird bombing run.

Pod Bay.
In the barracks, one poor sob by the name of Kenny had somehow been left with point he censer, having no idea what it was, but being told to get it back to its owner, while also having no idea who that was. Needless to say, Kenny was more than a little stressed.
Thankfully, he was part of the battalion that would be taking to the fight in the relatively gentle drop ships.
The other batallion were loading into individual drop pods, which were being slotted into launch towers twenty at a time. With about fifty towers in the drop bay, each loaded to full bear, the cobalt glaive was able to drop up to a thousand soldiers into combat in less than a minute.
Now, compared to some other military endeavors, such as the famous imperial space marines, it wasn't nearly as impressive, but the cobalt glaive had a few advantages that nobody else did. The pods were made from a cheap yet durable material they made in site in the refinery. Each pod could survive orbital entry without breaking a sweat. But in addition to that the pods also make use of a trick borrowed from an encounter with some rather arrogant aliens Ean and the crew had encountered before. Each pod generated a holographic field around itself, making shimmering copies that three off the aim of even the most advanced anti aircraft or orbital defense systems. It was by no means foolproof, but compared to other drop pod systems, it was for more effective.
Each pod contained a single soldier, a minor guidance system, a ressuply cache, and communications equipment. This meant that each pod not only allowed the soldiers to be dropped right into the frontline, reinforcing already present troops, but also ressuplied that line, and insured they had communications available.

But perhaps the most fascinating part of the this particular tactic the cobalt glaive used was the effect it had on an enemy. The holographic field, when viewed from below, makes the pods look like meteorites falling from above. When there's over a thousand of these falling at once, it's rare that an enemy force can do much more than stare in awe.

Needless to say, this is the pod storm that followed the launching of the three bunkers.

The bridge, again.
Ean had given the go ahead, and the simultanous launching of the ships, firing of the bunkers, and dropping of the pod storm, brought a smile to his face. He then turned to plinth. "We're going to be moving ahead to get to the cargo. If you would be so kind as to head to the launch bay to board a troop transport, if be much obliged."

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"Silence demon! I will destroy you before you get a chance! You will not harm even the air of the city!" Carnaelegaar roared in anger. "And indeed you can...captain..." A voice echoes in the captains mind.

Only he could hear the voice as time seemed to slow to a crawl for him. Inside the warp, the laws of time were almost non-existent. "Did you forget so...easily captain...You gained power to destroy your enemies...so...very...easily."

"Silence sorcerer! I do not need to use these...powers yet. I will beat him with the aemperos divine gifts!

"Are you so sure captain?...Do you have the time to continue calling on your...psychic powers? You waste your gift Captain...Use your new power...obliterate the creature..."


"I-I-I can do this...I will for the Emperors sake!"


"But this is for his sake...The demon threatens the city...the people...the loyal...servants...of the Emperor himself...Will you risk this?..."

"No...I will not risk their lives. I will kill the demon...I will...tear it to shreds..."

The dark voice laughed which echoed in his mind. [b]"I knew you would come around!...Yes captain...use your new gifts to shatter the creature...make it suffer...until next time..."
The voice laughed once again as it faded away. What a fool this captain was, he would be such a...useful pawn...his very presence will be a great honour for Chaos.

Back in reality, the Space Marine was now sheathed in something...off...his figure was now surrounded with warp energy. Something was off about the human. "Nothing has...hurt me demon...However, something will indeed hurt you..." The man...laughed as he did not just channel his psychic power. He drew from the warp itself now.

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The eldritch horror shifted form again. He would smile if he could. "Finally. A challenge." The creature said to himself. He yet again shifted form. The entire platform turned into an inside-out fourth dimensional maze, full of obstacles and perils. "You think yourself clever boy? You've not begin to grasp the true extent of my powers." The maze starts to close in and flip around. "Show me, puny ant. Show me what your people are made of. So that I may assimilate those worthy into me."

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"You call this...dimensional maze a challenge? I could breeze through this without a scratch. But enough cowering demon...I grow tired of these games now..." The Captain spoke as he took off his helmet. Using the lens as a miniature mirror he admired his flowing blonde hair. Such handsomeness...why would he hide his face?

Tossing the helmet aside, using the power of the warp itself and with a powerful blast far beyond his normal prowess. It would attempt to shatter the reality surrounding him. His very soul was now feeling the affect of the warp. He was no longer a space marine, no longer a loyal servant, his goals all gone...he now had one thing in mind. More power...and to preserve his beauty.

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The monster disintegrated... only to re-materialize away from the now-power hungry space marine. "Now what could have corrupted him enough to make him drop his heroism? Whatever it was, it's of no concern to me. I'll lay waste to the citizens for old times sake and then find the one who walked out of that portal." R'ystelhar then vanished, in hopes of hitting the right spot.

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As the ships began to dive to them, the sorcerer laughed. "Such simple machines...they think to harm me? How amusing..." The sorcerer slammed his sword into the earth as a dome began to phase into reality. The souls of the damned chained to his will wailed in agony as they shelled the legions of chaos behind the barrier. Their warp fuelled weaponry passing through with unnatural ease, however material grade ordnance that struck the barrier from the outside would have...a much harder time passing this foul barrier.

The sorcerer could have constructed the barrier using warp energy. However he felt like using the souls chained to his whim to sow fear in the enemy. The screams of the damned could be heard, and it would have been clearly heard from those with psychic powers or affiliation with psychic potential. The souls could not be saved no matter how hard one tried, they were chained eternally inside the warp, who knows how long they have been there...and it was a grim reminder that those who fell here would join them as well...

For the mass of drop pods however, the Chaos Space Marines did not stare at awe. They were the forces of Chaos, they were the incarnation of Chaos and destruction. Veterans of wars and battles, and dealt with horrors beyond mortal minds. It was even made more so as the sorcerer saw through the clever trick. Holo-fields...just like the Eldar used but far more 'primitive' as they would always put it. The sorcerer simply began to psychicly direct his forces and aimed at the real pods. Just like the Imperium Drop Pods, however each seemed much smaller in comparisson...perhaps only one soldier were in each pod?

The sorcerer simply shrugged. They were willing to face them on the ground? How foolish he thought...he decided to have a little fun and projected his voice in all their minds. "Come then little lambs...come to your slaughter, may your blood feed the soil we stand on and your souls shall become one with Chaos!...It is not too late to join us, imagine all you could have compared to what you do...Power...pleasure...wealth...it could be yours...Just pledge your life to Chaos..." The voice whispered sweetly in their minds followed by the not surprisingly whispers of Chaos. Those that faced chaos would hear these voices...they promised things that men wanted...that one wanted...that one would kill for...they would be with them for the remainder of their lives, the silent whispers of dark promises, and it would grow worse each time they encountered any further chaos beings.

"Yes...Come then...come die for useless trinkets, let your soul be doomed for eternity...die for a cause that only one person can benifit from...chaos will save your life...it will give you new purpose...just accept the gift..." The voice soon faded away in their minds. To only prepare to face the ones foolish to challenge a legion of Chaos.

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Armor unto the breach

Feidlimid floated through the ship which was ever twitching and moving. A floating creature by nature it always seemed like these ships were jiggling and moving around him. He held on and crawled along the floor with his tentacles gripped tight to deckplate. Into a teleporter to move him across the vast ship after a moment of pure white he found himself in Alexander's hangar. A huge war machine made in the image of a man piloted by one whom is most decidedly not. Internal bladders swelled as he floated quickly upward from the mech's feet to its legs to reach the pilot's gantry he rarely used.

The mech's pilot approached an interior of a spherical space filled with holes suitable for his tentacles to interface with control hardware. The floating pilot drags himself forward onto a long steel gantry and into the dark space where his bioluminescence took over the dark with a soft rose-colored glow to the interior. Various bright control elements shown in the dark as he turned around to face forward and settle into the small holed hemisphere of a pilot's seat. Bladders fully retracted he engaged the restriction hardware with a flick of a switch deep in the machine. It kept him in the pilot's seat and helped stabilize blows.

The characteristic pulsing of his interior luminescence shows through the crack of a closing hatch. Both his hearts and breathing sacs cause a small concentrated brightness as if Alexander now had a heart. As the hatch locks down the mech's systems hum to life with seven independent tentacles to press at control hardware or serve as wetware access points. The mech's hands sprung to life gripping the weapon load presented to it to prepare for launch.

It didn't take long for the building sized mech's readiness with Feidlimid's dutiful and practiced efforts. That much the launch crew knew. He was already done in the little time until they released him into the air to smash a dust cloud into the wasteland below. A shining warrior the size of a building projected arm shielding lit amid the cloud to swirl a shelter down the arm for a twin lascannon held in both hands. A short power sword on Alexander's back handle-down and a pair of rotary autocannons on each hip at the ready.

Feidlimid's mind recoils from the muffled taint that projects through Alexander's EPM and integrity fields. A tentacle adjusts the gain on a quelling field projected into pilot cabin to help focus his prescience by drowning out distractions. It was a trade-off of protection versus presence. The squid aimed to test physical limits first and rose Alexander's two handed lascannon to fire a three-burst at the shield of writhing souls. The cooling systems came to life super heating the air at its feet immolating dirt in a glowing proximity of heated rock and sand.

His voice came from the mech projected in front with one of the more heated insults his species could offer, "Nothing you carry is a weight I am also willing to bear."

Second Riders

Jinhai poured into a teliporter as one amalgam of hands and bodies as while still separate they lacked a certain solidity. The floating mass of body parts unpacked as they arrived at the destination in the pod bay. While interested in how the teleporter could move mass focused on their immediate task. Each body pouring out of the mass of Jinhai reoriented itself as a small humanoid crawling up into the hardsuits of imps or wreathing a black lace over their shoulders and back. The warriors had a second voice refuting the tainted words of chaos now. As well as a sense of each other conferred by their link through Jinhai to Akio. They lacked the volume to amplify the Imp's weapons like they had done for Ean. Still with their presence the armor hardplate could help repel tainted energies or more importantly reconstruct holes in metal and meat given a moment for the Jinhai to focus behind cover.

Coming for Kenny

Plinth nodded at Ean leaving without complaint to find her Censer and its carrier. She knew he tried to move the Censer through a teleporter and rapidly found it resistant to such movement without her. It shifted Kenny back to where he started. Plinth however could move the anchoring bond as well as teleport herself just fine and after a hop or two to get closer found Kenny running along the bridge carrying the angry red Censer down a hallway. An ornery tool the light of mankind didn't mind be held by them but it still wasn't happy about it. The armored, horned creature on a black diphanous cloud roared up to Kenny then with a ferroplasm gauntlet pushed her helmet back revealing her cherubic face.

She smiled at Kenny saying sweetly, "Thank you for bringing my Censer!"

Leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead and take the censer the threads burning out the censer turned soft and gold in her hands as the kiss took a few years of genetic damage and abuse out of his body. Formerly scarred flesh would itch for a few hours but joints abused by the effort of long years of combat and training would likely be quite thankful after they stopped throbbing.

Horned helmet sliding closed over her face Plinth headed around Kenny to the pod bay to find a battalion to drop with.

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Elsewhere in the grove, in the pitch black parts...

"This spot should be sufficient enough for our needs...Sorcerer, what is it that required my full attention!? If our presence is discovered then our operations will be in jeopardy!" One figures shrouded in darkness growled at another figure who was also shrouded by darkness.

"Of course my lord...Only the denizens of the Warp and the Chaos Gods themselves know this but...a little bird has told me that the Loyalist Primarchs have returned into the arms of the Emperor..." The other figure replied, his voice soft like velvet but each word was plagued with malice.

"I see...so the Emperors children have finally returned. This puts our plans for the galaxy at a standstill until we finish our grand goal. You have the item your new puppet gave to you yes? The one that can open a new eye..."

"Of course my lord, this puppet of mines also reported the news of the Primarchs return. He is proving to be...very...useful. Especially since he has told me that the Imperium intends to gather their forces in a massive assault somewhere....We will be free to make our move then. As for the item...I hold it on me, this dagger of unholy origin....It just requires a massive feast of souls and a...'willing'....host to have the blade implanted in their body...everything is still advancing as planned." The figure laughed as it held up a small glowing dagger, it exuded a red light and what was unsettling about it was the eye that seemed to look around, filled with hunger.

"This best not fail sorcerer, I will personally deliver your soul to the Dark gods themselves if you fail!" The massive figure warned.

"Of course my lord...I would never think of failure under your service..." The other figure simply bowed. In a mocking manner of course. "You should be glad I did not have your head removed from your body! You still have a use for me and that is the only reason you live!"

The other figure simply chuckled. [b]"Of course my lord..."[b]

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A clear mind would equate to a clear victory...

An odd thought to cross Akio's mind as the first moves were made. Ean was sending in his force while the sorcerer was preparing his own assault, all the while Akio analyzed from the bridge. He had a view of a number of higher-ups and was linked through comm to their voices. He figured anything he spoke would be heard by them and the reciprocal. As the first mate and the tactical support from the sky, he had many views to maintain and keep in order. The overall top down perspective of the Wastelands as a whole, the many perspectives from the select soldiers dropping in the pods, snipers, machine gunners, and infantry. There was certainly a lot to take in...a lot that could clutter the mind in a million different tactics, emotions, and all sorts of second guesses.

But that was his secret. Akio always had a clear mind. He needed absolute focus to do anything in relation to his power and focus began with a clear mind. He tended to not let too many thoughts or troubles bog him down as he always kept a level head. It was why he was so good at Mahjong. His poker face was legendary. He kept a coy smile all the time and was an impossible person to read. You met the same Akio at his high points and his low.

So when he got his idea to peek into the future again, his face didn't change expressions. His brow didn't furrow, nor his eyes squint in concentration. He simply closed them, painting the picture as to how the next two minutes would go uninterrupted by Akio.

The barrier was powered by a mysterious force...a force that could only take so much punishment, but could block anything Ean and company decided to throw at them. In this picture, the pods would realize this on their own accord and avoid impact, redirecting their course to formulate around the barrier...a ring of pods surrounding the Chaos Lord and their forces. Already, there would be casualties on Ean's side, a few not having the time to react to the barrier as others did and slamming into it at full force. But not enough to cause a retreat as the pods would open and the soldiers would deploy, examining the barrier suspiciously.

And then their next move...a large Sigil appeared from beneath the feet of a good number of men and from it shot forth a Spire that towered over these men, from which chains were spawned from, wrapping around it's prey before tugging them into the object. The torture that would overcome these men were unbearable to witness, even from Akio's vision. Everyone else began to form their positions, some defensive on the outside of the barrier while others ran through and began to charge at the enemy directly, which was transparent to life it seemed. The Ion blasters from the gunners at the bunkers would have little impact from far away as would the snipers, who began to retreat into the distance. But there were a select few that began to turn on their fellow men, taking their lives at the influence of the Chaos Sorcerer's words. The look of feeling betrayed on one revealed face was even worse than the tortured souls tethered to the sigil. Akio decided that was enough for now.

Back to reality, Akio began to postulate solutions. Avoiding the barrier was easy, but the Sigil was going to be the hardest thing to take care of. But the most notable aspect of the Chaos Sorcerer's tactics was the reveal of the distance game. All these methods of assault were useful from far away. In which case, there was only one way to take this...close quarters. He wasn't sure, but it was the best option to take care of the immediate threat, at least.

But maybe...maybe there was a way to break the barrier...

An idea began to form in his head as Akio opened his comm up and began to speak into it, "This is Akio Hanatori, newly appointed first mate of the Cobalt Glaive. What you've just heard is the power of influence...the power of the darkness calling out to you. It is a strong, intelligent body that wants to eat your soul for following a fallacy. You are all strong minded individuals. I can sense it even from up here. That will be your victory today. A clear mind would equate to a clear victory."

He remembered the quote his father had told him before he continued, "Now, Snipers...direct your pods towards the exterior of the bunkers. Land about as far as your rifles would become effective. The rest of you...do not change course. Do not land outside of the enemy's barrier. Do not slow down. Instead, when the time is right, eject your door in mid-air and hop out. Use whatever means necessary to slow yourselves down when you do. When you do land, get within the barrier as soon as possible. It will not stop you from walking into it. Take the fight close. Do not let them gain distance on you."

And so it was. The snipers landed a good mile and a half outside of the center of conflict, having a perfect view of the battlefield and everyone in it. Their rifles would be locked in to kill from a distance when the barrier let up. As for the barrier letting up...the initial fleet of pods popped their doors open and many an infantry person leaped out, propelling themselves in the air with equipment designed to make them hover in the air for a good few seconds...or even make a slow descent for even longer. What would strike the barrier would be nothing less than a good two hundred something bullet-shaped hunks of titanium, weighing a ton a piece and traveling at terminal velocity. Such a force of impact in such a short amount of time...it would be incredible if whoever held up the barrier could hold out against that kind of backlash for the duration and maintain it afterward. And if it broke even sooner, the remaining pods would crash into the armies of Chaos Legion forming below, likely taking more than a few casualties on the Chaos Legion's end.

And now was the time. The Cobalt's forces would likely begin close quarter combat when they landed if they hadn't begun shooting from the sky down into the group below them. And as such, it was only natural to wait for the next move to be made by the Sorcerer.

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Confused and disoriented.
Kenny had attempted twice to take the censer through the teleporter to the bridge, with no luck. The transport staff just shook their heads at him, not able to explain it. The poor man had just started the trek to the bridge on foot, something that could take about five minutes, given the size of the ship, when plinth came floating into the corrider, took her censer, have him a kiss, and flew off, leaving him standing their confused and wondering why he felt like a young man again, and not just in the mental sense.

Hanger bay

Four dropships, each of which were loaded with 20 IMPs each, not including pilots, we're ready to launch when plinth showed up. Hanger crew directed her to one of the dropships, where Franklin stood waiting for her.

As before, Franklin wore the IMP assault armor, similar in structure to the standard combat armor, but equipped for rapid insertion and special operations. The six foot bipedal humanoid nodded at plinth as she roached, his mouthpiece fitted in between the separated jaws. He spoke to her, a seemingly impossible feat, considering the inhuman nature of his features, "welcome aboard ma'am, and good to see you. You'll be directing us to the cargo whereupon we will send in preliminary recon squads. Once they give us the sit rep, well land and provide security while you retrieve your cargo. Any questions?"

The Bridge

Ean was looking over nonstop reports and data feeds in the captain's chair keeping an eye on everything from the ships fuel supply to the general situation of the battle.

Emily was directing the crew of the bridge, endeavoring to get the glaive far enough from the enemy as to be safe from assault.

Humming Birds

The squad leader for the hummingbirds had finished their first objective, the bombing run that was meant to soften up the enemy prior to the bunkers impact and the subsequent pod storm, and ordered his squad to pull back and assess.
The squad leaders name was Brokk, he was gundaraan, which is to say he was of a race of highly warlike humanoids who strongly resemble terrans, safe two features. All gundaraan have two horns that curl from their temples, and their eyes were solid black with white pupils, a result of differing cellular makeup in the eyes. Built like bulls, with thick skin covered in stiff bristlelike hair, big bones and understandably strong, they weren't the first pick to come to mind when you thought of who would pilot the graceful and light hummingbird fighters, but hey, life is strange.

Brokk was frowning as his eyes scanned the enemy position. "Not even a slight scratch.. Gods I hate chaos marines." he said, redirecting his squad and moving them into a blockade formation. The plan was for containment, keep the enemy busy while the retrieval team got the package aboard the ship, then everyone was to hightail it outta there.

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"Enough!... I tire of these games! I will drag this artifact from the corpses and repair it with the flesh of the dead if needed!...It is clear we are outnumbered...Let us even these odds..." The sorcerer spat the words as he raised his sword into the air. However his thoughts were interrupted when at least 200 pods slammed into his barrier at terminal velocity. He yelled in pain as his head flooded with energetic overflow. He had to remove the barrier now...

The howling barrier soon faded from reality allowing gunfire from both sides to travel unhindered. Several Chaos Space Marines were smashed to death by the oncoming pods of metal, however they began to switch weapon. Bolters, the standard weapon of these goliath humans. 75 caliber rocket propelled rounds of death. There may have been 100 marines, far too many of them were not even full fledged Chaos Space Marines. However they made up for it with one thing. Eternal war and bloodlust.

The Soldier closing in on them were met with the more brutal forces of Chaos. Followers of Khorne. There were three of them, that alone was already enough. Armed with bloodied axes, motorized teeth of the edges. A Bolt-pistol sidearm, and Trophies from their past kills adorned across their armor. Skulls, Flesh, Bone...who knows how much people they butchered...

They wore the same colors as the Word Bearers, However they had more red on them. Their movements were rabid, little more than frenzied dogs almost they charged from their cover. They were fast, faster than any normal space marine. Filled with endless bloodlust as per their faith to the Chaos God Of War Khorne. They closed the distance against the Cobalt Soldiers who were trying to get into close combat. A fatal mistake against Khornate Berserkers. And the last bloody skull on top of the pile, they all chanted their one horrid phrase. "Blood for the Blood Gods! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

Axes roared to life ripping through flesh and armor before they could react, Bolt-pistols firing rapidly against soldiers trying to get a bead on them. They reveled in the slaughter, and with the Drop Pods now decorating the landscape they also had cover to use. Not that they cared about cover in the first place. Two Chaos Space marine in particular began to slowly march in a different direction. An aura of pestilence seemed to follow them and the very sand seemed to rot away. Plague Marines Followers of Nurgle clambered up the hills armed with some sort of...flesh made weapon infused with metal. Their armor took hits from the enemy, far more than normal. Bullets poured at them but they appeared to shrug it off, vile blood poured as they marched forward.

They aimed their sickened weapons at any nearby soldier, spewing some sort of green liquid at them. The air died as the bile touched it, and Metal seemed to rot away as it impacted it...as for the soldiers...those poor bastards unlucky to even get grazed by it would feel their bodies filling with thousands of diseases. They bloated...they vomited everything, their skin peeled away....It was an agonizing death which took only one minute. However death was not the end, those that fell from these plague marines stood back up, little more than zombies who knew how to aim in the general direction of their enemies.

For Three marines, With far more intricate patterns on their armor they huddled around the sorcerer who has his sword raised once again channeling the unholy powers of the warp. These three marines seemed to be his bodyguards. Followers of Tzeentch, they were armed with bolters like their fellow brothers however their ammunition was far from normal. Touched by the warp, their weapon fired Infernal Bolts at the enemy searing through all armor like butter, they were deadly accurate as well, taking down soldiers foolish to get in their line of sight.

For the majority of the Chaos Soldiers, they were little more than Cultists. Flak armor, civilian issued clothing, metal trashcans even all etched with Chaotic symbols. Armed with all manners of weaponry from Imperial-lasguns to hand crafted autoguns. They did not have the deadly punch like their Chaotic masters in power armor. But they were still deadly in their own rights. They all scrambled around, firing off rounds as they were being wittled down one by one.

At least seven marines were left alive, the more 'normal' of the bunch. With their bolters they took cover but for anyone to foolish to close in on them they did not shy away from trying to butcher them with their close combat weapon. From Chaisnwords to even knives.

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"I guess we are done here...Finish your work in the wasteland and bring me that artifact. If you cannot do this yourself I will drag that artifact myself over your mutilated body...Is that understood sorcerer?" The massive figure spoke and the smaller one simply nodded. "Of course my Lord...The prize shall be yours and your ascension shall be complete...then the Imperium will fall and o one shall stand up to Chaos...goodbye...Lord..." The smaller figure soon disappeared.

The massive figure soon began to etch a sigil into the ground. "As much as I would like to show the people here the power of Chaos...I have more important matters..." The figure muttered as he tossed a body on top of the sigil and began to recite an unholy incantation.

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Now, inward to business

Plinth nodded a greeting at Franklin then swiped her metal helmet off once more. As one floating somewhat above ground she was quite tall and took a seated position upon the diaphanous cloud underneath her instead. Plinth looked Franklin up and down now more his height then replied, "Hello! Though... I'm not sure what kind you are. Well, I can still purify you if need be. I am ready to fetch the cognizance block. The Jinhai move it as close to the surface as they dare. If you have to move inside, can your men navigate outer geometries? Ah, what's the right word..."

Plinth pursed her lips the black eyes looking up to think of how to explain,"Well, The Psi forge is a kind of a physical and mental navigation hazard. I suggest you pair off and chain together for reference. The pod will need to set down just outside unless it can cross the extra-dimensional cargo column safely. I can show you."

She raised her censer whose inner light turned from yellow to a pale white. Threads of psimass swirling and burning around it gave a slight scent of bay as a small glimmer of a memory's tapestry forms mid-air. A thing likely uncomfortable to look at for most human minds at least. They often objected to remembering such inert physical manifestations of memories not their own. A telescope for the mind with a pinpoint of space as the third-eye piece.

Image

The image showed the view from a bulkhead atop an access column that bent at an angle the human mind insisted could not be. Even the entrance appeared to curve around some imaginary point even though the memory insisted it would follow a straight line. Occasionally worn signs broke the pattern to proclaim the presence of some ammo depot. A Jinhai caught walking with some glowing crystal in the still image to some direction the memory described as 'in'. Like the mind could enter hallways writ in the holographic patterns on every surface. The options themselves claustrophobic in the density of these spaces and entrances even as vast space the sense of the place had without them. Navigating the space was simple to one whom carried the almanac in them. In others, especially rigid constructions of the synthetic mind, the space represented a place that looped in on itself with such frequency it made a singular difficulty to compute paths inside of.

Of singular note a large pallet on one of the platforms with square milky-glowing crystals of emerald cut the length of one's forearm. A psychic among them might realize these things but with one rose the Living Emperor had in volume more than enough psychic force to pound a gaping hole to another plane. The meter-square pallet held easily a hundred of them.

In fact that's exactly what the Jinhai intended to do with most of it on Cryo. They'd build a gate overtop a shaped breach to reach the black storm. A core way gate in this dimension that allowed better access by Myrkul's Vein from Genesis. The rest served to build the way gate itself.

Choir of the hymn

The sixteen men possessed of Jinhai could feel a presence moving around their minds. One cold, dispassionate, it muffled the chaos draining the emotion as best it could. The other was a warm light a presence of some big sister looking on behind them. As the Jinhai made ready to conduct emanations for the fulcrum of the body, Plinth, they had a very palpable sense of standing at arms length of each other. As they took rounds the Jinhai did their best to rebuild the body at lower volumes their abilities were more limited. Cover bought time for them to work.

Other Jinhai warred with the diseases as a things not of the flesh that found themselves imprisoned in a shambling IMP needing Plinth's touch. Each a hard anchor that bound the soul to the body. Should the body be destroyed in its entire those smaller Jinhai flit like quick worms under the sand. Burrowing to another IMP pouring through bullet holes to fix the flesh behind it if they must.