Post by Solstice on Nov 13, 2008 17:01:50 GMT -5
The roiling warp storm pulsated with a noxious purple glow, born from the imagination of countless millions and the will of chaos. It was small in comparison to its like, an echo from a time long past finally ending its trek through the centuries. It hovered faintly above the shining black floor plate of the battle barge only reflecting itself for brief moments before once again fading to the other side of the threshold and then disappearing completely leaving no evidence of its passing as it seeks purchase in our plane.
In the navigation deck's domestic quarters Silith rolled in his sleep, having nightmares about a time he barely remembers. Memories of a black space craft landing on his back water
world causing more commotion than this years harvest festival the season before. He remembers the town retainers approaching it slowly with las pistols at the ready then going white in the face when the landing bay door opened to reveal five female warriors slowly approaching the crowd of people yet not making a single noise. They said nothing to the townsfolk as they scanned the surrounding area, fixating there gaze on the crowd of people he was watching them from. They made hand motions to each other as two of the five went to each side of the crowd and the other 3 heading right in his general direction. They carried pistols unlike the las pistols that were so common on his world. He noticed they seemed to be fed ammunition from a cartridge slung under the weapon and were brilliantly adorned with images he remembered reading about in school when learning about holy Terra and the immortal god emperor that most citizens of his world thought to be a tool of those in power to subdue the masses. The townsfolk just looked in amazement as the unit approached the crowd of people in perfect form, as if they were the five appendages of the black craft that brought them to their world. He was mesmerized by them, staring wide mouthed in absolute amazement until like a crash of lighting the moment of wonder is replaced by one of fear as they all drew there odd pistols in perfect synchronization and drew a bead on his temple and they parted the crowd to get to him. They made no sudden movements and their faces were expressionless. They slowly approached him as if ready for some unseen threat that resided within his small frame but he understood nothing of what was transpiring this previously un-eventful day. After what seemed like an eternity they reached him, and with fluid motion they clamped a device to his forehead, spun him around and binded his hands and legs with bright steel clamps and in what was no more than an instant of pain and confusion they were carrying him back towards the black vessel. He then saw his mother screaming and running towards the 5 strangers. The leader took a side long glance at her as she approached, and leveled her pistol at his mothers head. She seemed to not take notice of the gesture of warning and approached with the wild look in her eyes only a mother about to lose her child could produce, a look obviously as alien to the leader of the visitors as they were to the folk of his world. Without changing the expression of her face one mote, she pulled the trigger of her pistol and with a loud crack that sounding like a concentrated explosion he watched in absolute terror as his mother's head exploded, spraying the surrounding people with blood, pieces of skull, and chunks of brain matter. They just stood still in shocked silence as the 5 sisters walked up the boarding ramp with their prize in tow. This was Silith's oldest memory of his past life, and really the only one that wasn't scoured from his mind by the sister's of silence on his long trek to Terra after being abducted from his home world, a world he doesn't remember the name of, a world among untold millions, a world most likely long forgotten by the cold administration that rules humanity, for in the uncaring times he lives in there is no time for softness, no room for childhood memories and reflections of a stolen childhood, for in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium there is only war.
Silith awoke in a cold sweat and with a splitting head-ache. Being an astropath meant that head aches were as common to him as breathing. Why would he have that dream all of the sudden, even though it's far from the first time he's had it. It felt so vivid and real this time. It has been countless years since his vision was taken from him, his only sight from the third eye that lets him peer into the warp and allowing him a dark and blurry impression of his surroundings that allowed him to traverse the barge without walking into everything but did not allow distinctions such as seeing someone's face or witnessing the stark magnificence of space. Since his only memory of his time with sight is a memory he wishes he could forget, it doesn't bother him all that much. A sharp pain seeming to split his mind in two forces him to the cold floor besides his cot. This is a pain he is not familiar with but is. As it gets worse it becomes all he can perceive and he realizes that it is something he is all too familiar with. It is the warp, like when he opens his third eye and lets the chaotic majesty of the warp enter his mind, but this time, this time it feels like his third eye is opening not to take in the warp, but to let it out. He feels building pressure in his mind and loud ringing echoing through out his skull. Suddenly fear truly sets in as he gains an inkling of understanding as to what is happening to him. He feels the warp begin to gain purpose, as if taking hold of his psychic power and bending it to its own will, once the master he is quickly becoming the slave. The brilliant pulsing light of the astronomicon is lost to him and all he can feel is warp energies building in his mind and quickly filling it to its capacity, something the sisters taught him to never let happen lest he attract the attention of the beings that roam that alien hellscape. But this time he is being pushed to his limits and he is powerless to dam the flow of fell energies building in his mind. He starts to crawl and make his way to the doorway of his cabin but he falls to the floor half way and begins to scream. That scream is cut short and his voice is stolen by the most intense pain he has ever felt. The sounds that should be coming from his mouth instead turn into a brilliant purple light, and he can feel his mouth begin to widen, but compared to the pain in his mind he feels nothing of this, almost as if this transformation is as natural as eating to him now. He can feel his mouth widen into a gaping maw and soon after he feels bones start poping and reforming then he loses consciousness from the pain, panic, and absolute terror about what is happening and the certainty that if this is what he thinks it is he has doomed his crew to a grisly death. Its not long after this that Silith is no longer the person he once was, and has been mutated by warp energies till even his human form is unrecognizable and that his body has taken the shape of a huge void wrapped in flesh with one side an open portal to the swirling miasma of chaos. And as if to mock the fears of Silith the portal does not gain permanent purchase in this plane but instead erupts in a flash of sickly lavender light that bathes the chamber in Silith's mutated entrails and crackling aether. When the energies fade and all the commotion returns to the mundane normalcy of the material realm, all that is left is 4 robed figures in shining black power armor standing in the fetid charnel house that was once Silith's cabin.
In the navigation deck's domestic quarters Silith rolled in his sleep, having nightmares about a time he barely remembers. Memories of a black space craft landing on his back water
world causing more commotion than this years harvest festival the season before. He remembers the town retainers approaching it slowly with las pistols at the ready then going white in the face when the landing bay door opened to reveal five female warriors slowly approaching the crowd of people yet not making a single noise. They said nothing to the townsfolk as they scanned the surrounding area, fixating there gaze on the crowd of people he was watching them from. They made hand motions to each other as two of the five went to each side of the crowd and the other 3 heading right in his general direction. They carried pistols unlike the las pistols that were so common on his world. He noticed they seemed to be fed ammunition from a cartridge slung under the weapon and were brilliantly adorned with images he remembered reading about in school when learning about holy Terra and the immortal god emperor that most citizens of his world thought to be a tool of those in power to subdue the masses. The townsfolk just looked in amazement as the unit approached the crowd of people in perfect form, as if they were the five appendages of the black craft that brought them to their world. He was mesmerized by them, staring wide mouthed in absolute amazement until like a crash of lighting the moment of wonder is replaced by one of fear as they all drew there odd pistols in perfect synchronization and drew a bead on his temple and they parted the crowd to get to him. They made no sudden movements and their faces were expressionless. They slowly approached him as if ready for some unseen threat that resided within his small frame but he understood nothing of what was transpiring this previously un-eventful day. After what seemed like an eternity they reached him, and with fluid motion they clamped a device to his forehead, spun him around and binded his hands and legs with bright steel clamps and in what was no more than an instant of pain and confusion they were carrying him back towards the black vessel. He then saw his mother screaming and running towards the 5 strangers. The leader took a side long glance at her as she approached, and leveled her pistol at his mothers head. She seemed to not take notice of the gesture of warning and approached with the wild look in her eyes only a mother about to lose her child could produce, a look obviously as alien to the leader of the visitors as they were to the folk of his world. Without changing the expression of her face one mote, she pulled the trigger of her pistol and with a loud crack that sounding like a concentrated explosion he watched in absolute terror as his mother's head exploded, spraying the surrounding people with blood, pieces of skull, and chunks of brain matter. They just stood still in shocked silence as the 5 sisters walked up the boarding ramp with their prize in tow. This was Silith's oldest memory of his past life, and really the only one that wasn't scoured from his mind by the sister's of silence on his long trek to Terra after being abducted from his home world, a world he doesn't remember the name of, a world among untold millions, a world most likely long forgotten by the cold administration that rules humanity, for in the uncaring times he lives in there is no time for softness, no room for childhood memories and reflections of a stolen childhood, for in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium there is only war.
Silith awoke in a cold sweat and with a splitting head-ache. Being an astropath meant that head aches were as common to him as breathing. Why would he have that dream all of the sudden, even though it's far from the first time he's had it. It felt so vivid and real this time. It has been countless years since his vision was taken from him, his only sight from the third eye that lets him peer into the warp and allowing him a dark and blurry impression of his surroundings that allowed him to traverse the barge without walking into everything but did not allow distinctions such as seeing someone's face or witnessing the stark magnificence of space. Since his only memory of his time with sight is a memory he wishes he could forget, it doesn't bother him all that much. A sharp pain seeming to split his mind in two forces him to the cold floor besides his cot. This is a pain he is not familiar with but is. As it gets worse it becomes all he can perceive and he realizes that it is something he is all too familiar with. It is the warp, like when he opens his third eye and lets the chaotic majesty of the warp enter his mind, but this time, this time it feels like his third eye is opening not to take in the warp, but to let it out. He feels building pressure in his mind and loud ringing echoing through out his skull. Suddenly fear truly sets in as he gains an inkling of understanding as to what is happening to him. He feels the warp begin to gain purpose, as if taking hold of his psychic power and bending it to its own will, once the master he is quickly becoming the slave. The brilliant pulsing light of the astronomicon is lost to him and all he can feel is warp energies building in his mind and quickly filling it to its capacity, something the sisters taught him to never let happen lest he attract the attention of the beings that roam that alien hellscape. But this time he is being pushed to his limits and he is powerless to dam the flow of fell energies building in his mind. He starts to crawl and make his way to the doorway of his cabin but he falls to the floor half way and begins to scream. That scream is cut short and his voice is stolen by the most intense pain he has ever felt. The sounds that should be coming from his mouth instead turn into a brilliant purple light, and he can feel his mouth begin to widen, but compared to the pain in his mind he feels nothing of this, almost as if this transformation is as natural as eating to him now. He can feel his mouth widen into a gaping maw and soon after he feels bones start poping and reforming then he loses consciousness from the pain, panic, and absolute terror about what is happening and the certainty that if this is what he thinks it is he has doomed his crew to a grisly death. Its not long after this that Silith is no longer the person he once was, and has been mutated by warp energies till even his human form is unrecognizable and that his body has taken the shape of a huge void wrapped in flesh with one side an open portal to the swirling miasma of chaos. And as if to mock the fears of Silith the portal does not gain permanent purchase in this plane but instead erupts in a flash of sickly lavender light that bathes the chamber in Silith's mutated entrails and crackling aether. When the energies fade and all the commotion returns to the mundane normalcy of the material realm, all that is left is 4 robed figures in shining black power armor standing in the fetid charnel house that was once Silith's cabin.