Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

She could sense them too, beautifully simple minds, none of them attuned to the warp but all detectable within it. Rough and rambling thoughts, some in a comprehensible-if-crude low gothic, most more carnal and emotional sensations, the basest stuff of thinking. They would do, for a start at any rate... Astarael nodded to Patience, sliding her helmet onto her head and taking her bolt pistol in one hand, holding the door with the other as Patience opened it to step into the building. She focused, wary of running into any orks herself as she advanced. She didn't doubt she could handle a few greenskins, but she would much prefer to be able to direct them to the others instead, possibly with a little 'encouragement' along the way. Quietly she began to plan. They were already to be divided by Patience' own will, now all that was left would be to conquer... The orks were meandering around, some were fighting each other as the greenskins did, but most of them were moving rather aimlessly, lacking opponents to provide them a direction for their violent impulses. The chaos psyker began to touch their minds as they wandered close, taking that instinct for violence and twisting it slightly, bloodlust into carnal lust, and since the orks were by their nature exclusively male, those she touched would be on the lookout for females. Just to make it a little more fun, she added an impression -something that the orks took as akin to a gut feeling or loose idea- that there might already be some females in the base, just to make sure the orks didn't all start packing up to go find some women elsewhere on the planet. There were other settlements here after all, though many of them were far away... When Jonelle and Patience did eventually meet the orks, the greenskins would be on partial alert, and quite ready to exercise their new urges on them. It wouldn't make them any more dangerous since they'd still be charging straight at the women, and so many would get cut down, but if one got through, they would try to grapple, pin, and ravage rather than simply attacking, and that would -if anything- make them more dangerous at that point. After all, blades and clubs could be deflected by armor or skill, but a grasping hand needed to be evaded... Jonelle would be in twice the danger in fact, as the orks seemed to be congregated in the armory, with several grots, a half-dozen mekboys, and a pair of nobs tinkering with various looted weapons and armor. For the part of those orks she encountered herself, Astarael meant to sneak around them where she could and then psionically urge them to go the way she'd come. She doubted she'd run into enough of them that sister Rosamond would be overwhelmed, but they would keep the sister of battle from leaving the ship for a little while, ensuring the others would have no reinforcements but Astarael herself. Finally, as one last finishing touch, she planted a little seed of Chaos into Henrietta's mind, the faintest touch of warp energy that would provided a catalyst for her to suffer it's perils once that power built up to a critical mass. And with Astarael around, one could be sure that any warp trickery -even so randomly induced- would likely be slaaneshi in nature...