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You wait patiently, as the Techpriest goes from each pod.


"Yes, yes, these are fresh. No mutation noted," he says to himself. 


You continue waiting, as time passes. The techpriest endlessly goes from pod to pod, and you feel like you're going to pass out from boredom. Eventaully, the techpriest leaves the room. You wait patiently, counting to a hundred after the techpriest has left, before you know he's left.  You walk over to the doorway, putting your head against it to listen for anyone on the other side. You hear nothing, so you open the door, revealing a barren hallway. You try to remember the directions that you were given, walking along. You keep moving, before you see a squad of Skitarii moving quickly towards your location. You don't think they've noticed you. You look to either side of the hallway. There's a door on either side, the first being open, and leading into a room that seems to be filled with electronics and machine parts. There's also the room behind you.

You head into the closed room

You quickly open the door behind you, stepping inside and closing the door behind you. The room seems to be empty except for a few dozen pipes and valves. You wait patiently, and after a few minutes, you open the door once more, continuing down the once again empty hallway. After quickly floating through the air towards your objective, you come across a massive golden door, topped with a massive icon, with an outer circle of an eight point star, an inner circle of a cog and a half mechanical, half human skull in the center.
You wait patiently, as the Techpriest goes from each pod.


"Yes, yes, these are fresh. No mutation noted," he says to himself. 


You continue waiting, as time passes. The techpriest endlessly goes from pod to pod, and you feel like you're going to pass out from boredom. Eventaully, the techpriest leaves the room. You wait patiently, counting to a hundred after the techpriest has left, before you know he's left.  You walk over to the doorway, putting your head against it to listen for anyone on the other side. You hear nothing, so you open the door, revealing a barren hallway. You try to remember the directions that you were given, walking along. You keep moving, before you see a squad of Skitarii moving quickly towards your location. You don't think they've noticed you. You look to either side of the hallway. There's a door on either side, the first being open, and leading into a room that seems to be filled with electronics and machine parts. There's also the room behind you.

You attack the Skitarii

You move forward with a roar, firing a burst of flames and a blast of psychic energy. The Skitarii are machines built for war though, equipped with the best Magos Cern can get. Plasma, bullets and fire fills the air. You snap one of their necks before firing flames at another one. Plasma slams into you, sending you to the ground. You attempt to fight back even though you're now missing a lot of flesh, but a Skitarii quickly scuttles forward and drives its drill into your throat, killing you.
You wait patiently, as the Techpriest goes from each pod.


"Yes, yes, these are fresh. No mutation noted," he says to himself. 


You continue waiting, as time passes. The techpriest endlessly goes from pod to pod, and you feel like you're going to pass out from boredom. Eventaully, the techpriest leaves the room. You wait patiently, counting to a hundred after the techpriest has left, before you know he's left.  You walk over to the doorway, putting your head against it to listen for anyone on the other side. You hear nothing, so you open the door, revealing a barren hallway. You try to remember the directions that you were given, walking along. You keep moving, before you see a squad of Skitarii moving quickly towards your location. You don't think they've noticed you. You look to either side of the hallway. There's a door on either side, the first being open, and leading into a room that seems to be filled with electronics and machine parts. There's also the room behind you.

You hide yourself in the shadows of the doorway with your psychic powers

You step into the doorway, feeling shadows swarm around you, hiding you from sight. You watch as a few Skitarii march, scuttle or crawl past, before one of them stops suddenly. It turn's it's head directly behind it's back, staring at you with three red, cybernetic eyes and one real one.


"New scent detected. Analyzing for target." 


Suddenly, it's jaw drops open, as a speaker attached to the back of its throat lets out a horrible shriek of static. The Skitarii all turn, immediately noticing you. They attack, swarming over you with drills, buzzsaws, claws and teeth. You attempt to fend them off, but you're in close range, outnumbered and unprepared. You last a measly few seconds.
You're crawling through shit.


Despite your pleading, your reasoning, your refusal, your threats to skin people alive and show their souls what true suffering is, you're crawling through shit.


You crawl along the pipe, your skinny frame still struggling to move forward. You doubt anyone other than you or a starved slave could've fit in here. Realistically, it was the only logical to choice to send you in.


They made you crawl through shit, though, so fuck them.


 "OK, I should be close enough, I should be close," you say to yourself aloud, repeating it like a mantra.


A surge of shit comes down a pipe, splashing the stream of excrement, sending some into your open mouth. You stop repeating the mantra aloud. You close your eyes, trying to block out the smells. And the tastes. You reach your hands up after another few minutes of crawling, finding a hatch. You quickly force it open with a burst of energy. You rise up in the air, slowly squeezing yourself through the hatch. You collapse out of the pipe, falling onto the ground of a large room. You look up, seeing dozens of pods with glass displays, filled with a clear, colorless liquid. Inside, dozens of identical men, all with the same shaved head, float, pipes connected to their mouth and nostrils.


""What the fuck?" you say.


"They clone bodies to turn into Servitors," Meliodas explains. "The joys of the Imperium!"


You hear a door open at the end of the room, and quickly step behind the pod. You peer out of the pod, seeing a spider-like Techpriest who's little more than a pincer, half a torso and a head attached to eight robotic legs. It walks along, looking at each pod momentarily, before moving on.

You ambush the techpriest

You move forward, firing a burst of electricity. You hit the Techpriest directly in the head and he lets out a howl of pain, as you continue pumping him full of electricity. It melts his eyes, which drip down his face, as the Techpriest lets out a final yell, before slumping over, his eight legs keeping him standing. You flick your wrist, toppling the Techpriest over. You walk over to the doorway, putting your head against it to listen for anyone on the other side. You hear nothing, so you open the door, revealing a barren hallway. You try to remember the directions that you were given, walking along. You keep moving, before you see a squad of two dozen Skitarii moving quickly towards your location. You don't think they've noticed you. You look to either side of the hallway. There's a door on either side, the first being open, and leading into a room that seems to be filled with electronics and machine parts. There's also the room behind you.
With a narrowing of your eyes, the prostitute's neck is snapped. Drake releases her body, staring at you. 


"You're... well, you're a threat," Drake says, dropping the knife and standing.


"You're coming with me," you say.


"Sure, sure," Drake says. 


You bind Drake's hands together with invisible chains, and force him to march forward. Drake immediately becomes compliant.


"Can I grab a few things?" Drake asks. "My... dreams get pretty bad. I have terrifying nightmares. I have medication that helps. Please, please can I get them?" Drake asks.

You force Drake to leave

"No, we're going!" you growl.


Drake nods slowly, before drawing a pistol from his belt, aiming at you. You fling the pistol out of his hands, dragging him into the air.


"Please, I'm sorry, but I can't be captured. They'll kill them!" Drake asks pitifully.


"Them?" you ask.


"Yes. Kyros has my two children taken prisoner aboard this ship, my two baby girls. If I don't report to him every hour, he'll hurt them!"


"I've read your report. You don't have children."


Drake's look of terror and desperation slowly morphs into a grin.


"Alright, you got me. Shall we go?"


You snarl, smacking Drake into the ground. He lets out a pained yell, before you raise him up again.


"Give me one reason not to kill you," you say.


"Fuck you. Just go ahead and kill me," Drake laughs, spitting blood out of his mouth and giving a grin, his teeth bloodied.


"Is that your final answer?" you ask.


"You need me alive to pilot this ship, dipshit," Drake says.


"Perhaps. But I could easily peel off your skin, turn your bones to dust, char your flesh and twist your limbs off."


"You need to happy, Karth," Drake grins. "My jobs to navigate the ship, make sure we're not lost in the Warp, boarded by daemons or make sure we don't come out of the Warp and straight into the sun. If my life's not worth living, such as if someone peeled off my skin, turned my bones to dust, charred my flesh and twisted my limbs off, I'd just make sure this ship goes straight into a star."


"Just break him. The powers of the Warp will send you where you need to go. You don't need a Navigator. Tear this rat apart!" Meliodas says.


You growl, walking out into the hallway, Drake floating after you. You quickly reach an elevator, tossing Drake inside.
You turn from the scene of your killing, and head towards the rooms where Amadeus scuttled off to. A faint light shines through the door, which you kick in, easily finding the Navigator as he lies in an empty bathtub, holding a dagger to the knife of a half-dressed prostitute who still looks to be in her early teens.


"Stop! Don't move a muscle! You get any closer to me, I slit this bitch's throat!" Drake shouts, snarling at you.


"Does he think that'll work? Fool," Meliodas laughs.

You move forward

You step forward.


"I swear to all the Dark Gods, I will open this bitch up!" Drake yells.


You move forward once again, before Drake slices the girl's throat open, blood dripping down her chest.


"Well. Now what?" you ask.


"I... I'm necessary to operating the ship. You can't kill me."


"So be it," you say. "You're coming with me."


"Sure, sure," Drake says. 


You bind Drake's hands together with invisible chains, and force him to march forward. Drake immediately becomes compliant.


"Can I grab a few things?" Drake asks. "My... dreams get pretty bad. I have terrifying nightmares. I have medication that helps. Please, please can I get them?" Drake asks.
You turn from the scene of your killing, and head towards the rooms where Amadeus scuttled off to. A faint light shines through the door, which you kick in, easily finding the Navigator as he lies in an empty bathtub, holding a dagger to the knife of a half-dressed prostitute who still looks to be in her early teens.


"Stop! Don't move a muscle! You get any closer to me, I slit this bitch's throat!" Drake shouts, snarling at you.


"Does he think that'll work? Fool," Meliodas laughs.

You telekinetically disarm Drake

With a narrowing of your eyes, the knife flies into your hands. The prostitute stands, shoving Drake away.


"Out," you command, as the prostitutes nods in thanks and leaves.


"OK, OK, you're skilled," you say.


"You're coming with me," you say.


"Sure, sure," Drake says, standing up.


You bind Drake's hands together with invisible chains, and force him to march forward. Drake immediately becomes compliant.


"Can I grab a few things?" Drake asks. "My... dreams get pretty bad. I have terrifying nightmares. I have medication that helps. Please, please can I get them?" Drake asks.
You fire a jet of flames, and the Dancing Blades quickly retreat out of the range of your fire. They dance along the edge, waiting to strike.

You teleport behind the enemy

You teleport behind the enemies, immediately sending out bursts of flames to incinerate those closest to you, before a shock of lightning runs through another. Still, this si close combat, their specialty. They move with incredible speed, dodging your blows. One gets in close, stabbing through through the neck. You shudder, blood running down your killer's blade, before your soul expires.
"I can smell him. He's here," Meliodas says.


You step inside the doorway, looking into a marvelous palace. There's a huge grand staircase, with above it a massive chandelier of candles, the only illumination for the room. Beside it is an obsidian, bejeweled statue of a dragon, emitting a long burst of flames made from a bright red and orange gemstone, sits beside a marble table laden with roast meats, delicate pastries and fancy wines. You spot Amadeus, lying on a large silk couch, wearing an opened red silk hooded robe. On his forehead is a third, closed eye, while his normal eyes are focused on the girl in front of him, on her knees performing fellatio. You momentarily blush, before remembering that you're an insanely powerful psyker and not a fucking child.


"Drake Amadeus, you're coming with me," you say, as Drake lets out a yelp, kicking the girl off him and stumbling back.


"Shit, it's Karst! It's Karst! Get him the fuck away from me!"


You step forward, before seeing a dozen girls emerge from the rooms upstairs, walking towards the grand staircase. They move with insane flexibility. Some behind back and walking with their heads peering out between their legs, before twisting their heads around a hundred and eight degrees. Some on all fours, their legs stretched back around their shoulders to allow them to walk forward at an odd angle. They move with delicate grace, before they each draw a pair of curved knifes, continuing to walk towards you. You see Drake Amadeus scuttle away from the corner of your eye, but it seems you have a bigger threat.


"Ah, Slaaneeshi whores. Make their deaths quick. They'd just enjoy you drawing it out," Meliodas says.

You take out the chandelier

You look at the Troupe, before flexing your hand and grabbing hold of the chandelier and sending it hurtling into the staircase. Most of the Troupe dodge, but a few are too slow and crushed by the chandelier. You take a deep breath as the chandelier's candles go out, leaving you in total darkness. You focus, and you can still vaguely see the Warp presence of the Troupe. You need to wipe them out, and quickly.

You fire a jet of flames

You fire a jet of flames out, engulfing a pair of Dancing Blades. Unfortunately, this has the side-effect of illuminating the room, and now being able to see, the Troupe strikes. Immediately, three of them are upon you. You fly out of the way of one and set the second alight, before the third leaps at you. You back out of their way, avoiding a sword blow, before you're stabbed through the back, and you collapse to your knees, before a blow takes your head off.
You look at the Troupe, before flexing your hand and grabbing hold of the chandelier and sending it hurtling into the staircase. Most of the Troupe dodge, but a few are too slow and crushed by the chandelier. You take a deep breath as the chandelier's candles go out, leaving you in total darkness. You focus, and you can still vaguely see the Warp presence of the Troupe. You need to wipe them out, and quickly.

You telekinetically send furniture at the Troupe

You feel their presence, slowly picking up the couch with your mind. The furniture flies towards them, and you feel their Warp presence flicker and die. You slowly move around the room, moving slowly and quietly, before you send a statue to crush another. You continue to move and weave, sending objects to crush and impale the Troupe. It only takes a minute before you hear the last one scream in pain as the dragon statue crushes them. You spray fire into the air, illuminating the room, just as she dies. Now, time to get back to the objective.
"I can smell him. He's here," Meliodas says.


You step inside the doorway, looking into a marvelous palace. There's a huge grand staircase, with above it a massive chandelier of candles, the only illumination for the room. Beside it is an obsidian, bejeweled statue of a dragon, emitting a long burst of flames made from a bright red and orange gemstone, sits beside a marble table laden with roast meats, delicate pastries and fancy wines. You spot Amadeus, lying on a large silk couch, wearing an opened red silk hooded robe. On his forehead is a third, closed eye, while his normal eyes are focused on the girl in front of him, on her knees performing fellatio. You momentarily blush, before remembering that you're an insanely powerful psyker and not a fucking child.


"Drake Amadeus, you're coming with me," you say, as Drake lets out a yelp, kicking the girl off him and stumbling back.


"Shit, it's Karst! It's Karst! Get him the fuck away from me!"


You step forward, before seeing a dozen girls emerge from the rooms upstairs, walking towards the grand staircase. They move with insane flexibility. Some behind back and walking with their heads peering out between their legs, before twisting their heads around a hundred and eight degrees. Some on all fours, their legs stretched back around their shoulders to allow them to walk forward at an odd angle. They move with delicate grace, before they each draw a pair of curved knifes, continuing to walk towards you. You see Drake Amadeus scuttle away from the corner of your eye, but it seems you have a bigger threat.


"Ah, Slaaneeshi whores. Make their deaths quick. They'd just enjoy you drawing it out," Meliodas says.

You fire bolts of Psychic energy

You fire bolts of Psychic energy, but the Troupe easily dodges the blasts, leaping, ducking and jumping. You only manage to catch one, killing her instantly, before the Troupe strikes. Immediately, three of them are upon you. You fly out of the way of one and set the second alight, before the third leaps at you. You back out of their way, avoiding a sword blow, before you're stabbed through the back, and you collapse to your knees, before a blow takes your head off.
You press down on the button, and a voice crackles through.


"Password?" the deep voice asks.

You say "I don't know the password, Kyros didn't tell me!"

"Bullshit. Kyros would've without a doubt told you the password. He's not an idiot. Fuck off, rebel scum."


Well. That was unsuccessful.

You attempt to break down the door

You press your hands on the door, and begin to melt through the thick steal, as steel drips to the ground. Suddenly, you feel your energy hit an odd texture, before the anti-personal defenses prepared their blows, tearing your head off.
"Bullshit. Kyros would've without a doubt told you the password. He's not an idiot. Fuck off, rebel scum."


Well. That was unsuccessful.

You try the intercom again

You press down on the button, and a voice crackles through.


"Do... do you think I don't know it's still you? There's a camera here, bud."
You press down on the button, and a voice crackles through.


"Password?" the deep voice asks.

You say "I'm here to escort Amadeus to Kyros' chambers!"

"Bullshit. If Kyros wanted Amadeus, we would've got a message. Fuck off, rebel scum."


Well. That was unsuccessful.
You press down on the button, and a voice crackles through.


"Password?" the deep voice asks.

You say "I don't know the password. I'm here to kidnap Amadeus. Can you let me in?"

"Wh... what?"


"I don't know the password because I'm not here on Kyros' orders. I'm here to kidnap Amadeus."


"It's just you out there."


"Correct," you reply.


"There's a shit ton of trained killers in here."


"Yeah, I know," you say.


"And you've come to kidnap Amadeus by yourself?"2


"Yes," you confirm.


"Well, I respect your honesty. Come right in. I'm going to have to kill you, but fuck it, I'll open the door."


The doors clicks open. Well, that was... easy.
"Wait!" you shout, preparing for the bolters to fire.


Surprisingly, they don't. Well, time to reason with them.

You say "I'm a loyalist to Kyros!"

"Well, what do we do, Sarge?" someone asks.


"Fuck, if the mutiny succeeds and we're found with a loyalist, we'll be killed," another man answers.


"If we kill him and Kyros wins, we die."


"We'll say he asked to betray Kyros," the sergeant says.


You attempt to put up your shield, as the heavy bolters fire. You immediately raise your shields, as bolter fire thuds into them. You feel them, like a tapping on your mind. Unfortunately, by the sheer amount of bolter fire being shot at you, one finds it's way in. It slams into you, blowing your chest open. You collapse to your knees, as your shields fail as you lose focus. Bullets riddle your body, killing you instantly.
"Wait!" you shout, preparing for the bolters to fire.


Surprisingly, they don't. Well, time to reason with them.

You say "The mutiny is going to succeed. Join us, or perish."

"Fuck, what do we do, Sarge?"


"The radio makes it sound like the loyalists are having their ass handed to them, and the prisoners are close to taking the complex! The psyker's right! Abandon post! Join the mutiny!"


The guards lay down their bolters, and begin running towards the elevators. You shrug and allow them to pass, making your way down the hall. It's only a minute before you arrive at a massive, thick metal door with an intercom.