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  1. "FIRST I AM TORN OUT BY WRITHING, CHANTING WORMS WHO FEEL FIT TO SPIT IN THE FACE OF STRENGTH AND METAL, THEN I AM GIVEN TO A HARLOT WHO IS NOT FIT TO SUCK THE TOES OF THE PLEASURE PRINCE, AND NOW I AM FORCED TO WATCH THE ARSE END OF A KRAKEN FART OUT WORDS LIKE AN ORK WHO SHITS BULLETS. WHY DON'T YOU OPEN THAT SHAPED COFFIN OF YOURS TO SEE IF YOU'RE AS UGLY AS THE GOLDEN CORPSE, YOU ROTTED BRAIN PAN!"
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  3. The worst part wasn't that the sword had no concept of volume control. No, the worst part was that the Daemon Weapon's voice had resonated with the carved obsidian around them and made it echo throughout the entire fortress... making it very unlikely that anyone on board DIDN'T hear that. Red thought it'd be bad enough with Cultist-chan sticking by, but even she seemed to realize what kind of precarious position the sword had placed them in, being eerily quiet and trying to hide behind the tall demonic woman. The infamous Ahzek Ahriman was mere meters in front of them, his eyes burning like twin stars of Warpfire. His powers were only dwarfed by a few kind of beings that could be counted on one hand, and it was by his will alone that this station even existed.
  4.  
  5. And B'rian, a Khornate Bloodthirster bonded to a weapon, just insulted him to his face.
  6.  
  7. The silence of uncertainty was deafening.
  8.  
  9. Red's skeleton nearly jumped out of her skin as Ahriman finally spoke... no, not spoke. Laughed. It wasn't even the smug kind, it felt like an honest-to-gods jolly laughter as he put a hand to his side. "Oh this... this has already paid off just... give m-meeheehee a minute..." "YOU HEARD ME YOU WALKING SQUID CAN. OPEN THAT ARMOR OF YOURS THIS INSTANT SO I MAY FELLATE THE MARROW FROM YOUR BONES AND WATCH YOU FLATHER ABOUT LIKE AN ELDAR WIND CHIME! LIKE A GREAT STEAMING PILLOCK!!" Something about that statement must have been funny, because Ahriman just started to laugh even HARDER and even use his staff to hold himself up. Just shaking as his roaring merriment echoed in the halls.
  10.  
  11. It easily took five minutes for Ahriman to finally calm down to some extent... or was it seven hours? Something about this place made it seem quite unable to tell, all Red knew was that it seemed like an eternity of awkward uncertainty. Eventually Ahriman spoke once more, this time with a bit more of an upbeat tone to his voice. "My apologies, I have... not laughed like that for some time. It is one thing to feel the joy of approaching your plan's fruition, but it is another entirely to watch something so... comical. Had I known the Bloodthirster would act like that I would have done such things centuries ago."
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  13. "WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE IS PULLED YOUR BONES FROM YOUR ARSE A-" Almost immediately the voice of the sword vanished. The Chaos Sorcerer had barely flicked his hand and it made the weapon cease talking as if it were nothing. But the way it was shaking a bit implied it was still talking. Ahriman's voice echoing thanks to B'rian no longer making sound. "But as much as I needed that laugh, there is still the reason why you are here. The moment you broke the Warp Artifact known as the 'Deadlight', I have been aware of your presence. You are not of this universe, and your powers work... far more different than mine."
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  15. "As much as I wish to simply shackle you to my lab and dissect you for the education your body could give me, you can serve a far greater purpose. It is why I have given you the weapon. It is why I have brought you here... it is why I have allowed you to live."
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  17. Red had heard that kind of speak before. People who felt they had the upper hand over others, who felt as though they were talking to a simpleton. A weakling who could not compare to their 'power' or might. Normally Red would have scoffed at them, or at least gave them the benefit of the doubt while not taking it too seriously. When you travel from world to world and run into all manners of empowered villains, the egotistical quips were a dime a dozen.
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  19. But this... this was Ahzek Ahriman of the Thousand Sons. She READ about the guy on multiple occasions. At this point she was a few thousand years old, but he was older still. FAR older. He was allied with a powerful god of the Warp, he had been fighting longer than she had been alive. If there was anyone who had the power to back up their talks, it was this man. And yet instead of killing her, he wanted to work with her. That meant something.
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  21. The fifteen foot demonic girl shrugged, her sleek black armor somehow standing out from the obsidian walls that seemed to suck in the light. "You've gone through all this trouble to bribe me and bring me here, and despite the outburst from the Daemon Weapon my brains are not painting the walls. The least I can do is hear you out." It was surprising that Cultist-chan was still not talking... she would have thought the little runt would have gone off on a tangent now. Was she capable of comprehension? Was it something she saw and Red didn't?
  22.  
  23. It didn't matter either way, Ahriman wasted no time talking. "Splendid to hear. As I said before, you are an anomaly. A foreign object even by the standards of this universe. You're not from an isolated world, you're not even Xenos. You are well and truly a soul from the outside. You have powers unheard of, technology that none have ever seen... and within mere decades of being here, you have achieved much. The legendary Light of Terra, found and slowly being restored. The Heathen Star, a point where millions have fallen prey... and you not only robbed it of its plunder, but you also held off the advances of the Decapitator. You then proceeded to race Orks, and through some unfathomable means even gained the attention of the Doomrider."
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  25. Hearing Ahriman rattle off her deeds was... concerning. He could divine ALL of that? The more he talked, the more it became clear that he was very, very much aware of her actions. The skin cloak she had, the archeotech she looted from the Gateway of the Damned, the civilization she set up on that ancient planet to bind the Light of Terra crew descendents together... all the details were laid bare as though the sorcerer had been there himself.
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  27. And yet, his tone implied that he was impressed more than anything. Like he didn't expect the laundry list of deeds he was listing off. It felt a bit good to think that Ahriman was giving praise, but that kind of thinking could get one's guard down. Around someone who worshiped Tzeentch, that would be a deadly mistake.
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  29. "Well Mr. Ahriman... you're well-informed, that's for sure. My question, however, is why would past deeds matter in all this? How is it important?" Red couldn't just let this go on, she couldn't get suckered into letting him decide the flow of the conversation. She had to keep things on her terms.
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  31. "My dear, it is important because what you have done in a few measly decades is more than what a majority of mortals in this world could achieve in CENTURIES. Through some game of chance or divine providence, you have endured and benefited from some of the most dangerous places in the galaxy. This proves to me that you have a goal to serve yet... that Lord Tzeentch watches you. As do the other Gods of Chaos."
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  33. "FHOR KAY-OHSS!" Cultist-chan's sudden outburst right after Ahriman's talk was MUCH more concerning now. Actually, scratch that. This went into outright terrifying places. "Woah woah woah, hold the fuck up. Hold. The FUCK. Up. Do I LOOK Chaos-tainted to you?"
  34.  
  35. It was amazing how both Ahriman AND Cultist-chan just gave Red a blank look. Even more amazing was how one could tell it was a blank look even with that helmet.
  36.  
  37. "...okay bad example, but the demon look was before all this. I've been putting Chaos-tainted people on that planet out of their misery before they ruined the whole city! Educational facilities keep everyone aware of the dangers, machines relay orders so I don't annoy people or drive them mad, no thanks to A CERTAIN MUNCHKIN." Cultist-chan could only smile. "Hwee hohnly weesh two enlhigt-een pee-ple!"
  38.  
  39. "Yeah, thank you for proving my point. What I'm trying to say is, Mr. Ahriman... how could I be anything you say when I've kept the taint from consuming those under my charge?"
  40.  
  41. That made Ahriman do a laugh. The smug, condescending laugh. That wasn't good.
  42.  
  43. "My dear, allow me to explain... the forces of Chaos can be served in many ways, inscrutable and unseen. Though you do not pledge yourself to Chaos, or even tolerate it any more than you can possibly allow it, your actions have gained their attention. They have been watching you ever since your friend was placed by your side."
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  45. Oh... that was NOT good. Cultist-chan's giggles almost sounded a mile away, the weight of Ahriman's words still sinking as he kept speaking. "You scheme and plot to keep things working, to alter machine and man under you while keeping the wheels of change turning in a manner that favors you. You concoct plans to change the outcome; Lord Tzeentch approves of such ambition and hope. You work with the masses to organize and enlighten, while using the strange functions of your planet to endure what you can. You work with life regardless of its form; Lord Nurgle smiles with the love you show."
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  47. "At the same time, you continue to improve yourself and others. You are never satisfied with 'good enough', you crave to become better. The thrill of being more than you once were, the pleasure of seeing the effects of your work take shape. You treat your body like an artistic piece, working tirelessly to reach new heights with your craft. Your pursuits never cease; Lord Slaanesh is delighted beyond words. Finally, you show great aptitude for conflict. For war, for blood. With your powerful physical body and your technology from beyond our stars, you have erased lives. You are just as prone to using steel and fist as you are to using spell and gesture. You understand conflict... and with your new weapon, Lord Khorne will see you live to your name."
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  49. The stench of decay coming from Cultist-chan was not nearly as horrifying as her walking up to Red and hugging her tail. She could feel the chaos-tainted being nuzzle her cheek while hugging the demonic tail and speak in a soft tone. "Hweel-cohme twoo thee fah-meelie~"
  50.  
  51. Why. Why why why why why. Just. Keep it together. Keep it together, don't show fear, and take a trip to the sanitizing chamber after this.
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  53. "You will serve my purposes quite well, and once we reach the Righteous Path... I will ensure my superiority over the soft-hearted Primarch... and in time, even the rotting Corpse Emperor. How ironically fitting... that Magnus the Red shall fall to the machinations of a Red of my own."
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  56.  
  57. Jerazol was just as depressing down on the surface as it was from orbit. Nothing but dark clouds, ruined buildings and ash upon the wind. There wasn't even any plant life to take over the craters or the debris. Grand cities that had once existed, now little more than twisted caricatures of steel and bone. It was exactly what one thought the end of the world would look like, only no hope for rebirth.
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  59. Just death.
  60.  
  61. How fitting that she wear the visage of death to wander what could be summed up as a tomb. The skin of the Decapitator retailored to a more suitable standard, it kept the demonic woman invisible to a great deal of things. This let her wander around normally, just in case something was around. As a plus, it also kept her new 'partner' from pestering her with Warp Sorcery. She needed to think on this.
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  63. Ahriman had a point, yes. Actions can unintentionally benefit others. But that did not make her like him. Too many stories, too many cautionary tales. Chaos itself was a death trap, and even allowing the ex-Sisters to stay with her was treading a fine line. The Daemon Weapon turned that line into a razor's edge. Inquisitors often had the same problem; they went from making no exceptions to slowly utilizing different and heretical tools. The rationality had often been to 'use the enemy's weapons against them', and there was no denying that in some cases it could be useful. But the more they rationalized, the more they risked opening their mind to Chaos. Risked becoming what they feared.
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  65. Red couldn't help but wonder if she was becoming the same, having accepted working with Ahriman. Was it the next step in becoming a Chaos worshiper? Was she doomed to the same mistakes other Inquisitors have done, assuming they were the master when they had been pawns the moment their eyes laid upon dangerous things?
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  67. Many similar thoughts plagued her as she moved from shadow to shadow occasionally, carefully treading the graveyard that was once this planet's surface. Many of its inhabitants were still preserved as ashen statues, burned alive so quickly by orbital bombardment that they did not even have any time to scream. The sights were sobering enough, but the smell of ash and rust only served to further prove there was no living things here. Not anymore.
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  69. Her armor winked with an incoming transmission. It wasn't from the Pre-Emptive Retaliation, or any of the other ships... it was from her Motherbox. Strange.
  70.  
  71. Opening the channel let Rebecca's voice pipe through, the AI from within the Motherbox keen as ever. "Hey! Reeeed, Red Red Red I bet you're still down. You wanna talk?" Red wasn't even sure HOW the AI had known... but they had been traveling together for a while, so there was that. "Yeah... guess the bastard's words are eating at me. I really don't want to go off and go crazy like in the stories, but with everything that happened... it feels like I'm really risking it."
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  73. "BAH! He's a dick. He's just trying to get under your skin, twisting stuff any nice person would do here. Trying to make sure everyone worked together, using what you had available, trying to plan to avoid bad things... that's stuff anyone would do! Improving yourself? You're a nerd who wanted to become a GIANT nerd and see how badass you could be. Does that sound like claw-hand times to you?"
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  75. Red faded into shadows for a bit to avoid a gust of wind, avoiding a face full of ash while at it as she kept making her way through the dead streets. "Honestly I just wanted to make sure nothing went to shit. I mean even blamming potential Chaos-tainted people is bad enough, I'd prefer if we didn't have to do it at all."
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  77. "And that's expected! But Ahriman's being a colossal jerk. Trying to take your actions and claiming 'MWAHAHAHAHA TAAAAAAAIIIIIINT' like some cartoon villain? That's lame. He is all the butts. A mega-butt, a squid-butt even. Just keep on your guard and things are gonna be fine! I've got faith in you."
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  79. Red would have smiled, but the sudden snoring put an end to that. Cultist-chan really wanted to go with Red... but instead fell asleep while clinging to her tail. Like some weird koala bear that was a walking annoyance ball. The bad part was it was loud enough to be heard through the comm port. "D'aaaaaw, did she sleep? Did she act like a cuddle bug on you? She diiiiiid."
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  81. "Rebecca, she is a Chaos worshiper." "Well yeah but she's really kind of adorable in that... you know, pathetic, annoying, and slightly retarded way. It's like watching a monkey run around! A keen little monkey."
  82.  
  83. "That 'monkey' is why I have to stay away from the city and use machines to manage everything, Rebecca." At least she didn't have to walk for much longer. The sensors were showing the bunker was nearby, and within it the Cogitator Core showing a piece of the map. Once they got that, they could head to the world of Grace. "Either way, you're right. Ahriman's using us, he's just taking the time to make more jabs in hopes of making us stay or something. We just have to stay the course, keep our guard up, and make this temporary partnership a one-time gig."
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  85. "Yesssssssssss. That's the Red I know! It is you, yes it is. Don't let being a nice person drag you down here, they're just taking advantage of it! Show them that they're being a big doofus in thinking you're that easy to tempt over!"
  86.  
  87. For the first time since that Thunderhawk ship arrived on the planet, Red was smiling. Maybe this would all go to plan after all.
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  90.  
  91. "My dear ally of Fate, was this really part of your plan?" Ahriman's tone of voice was annoyingly condescending.
  92.  
  93. But in all truth, Red had to wonder that herself. The disembodied voice of Ahriman was surprisingly clear over the sound of screams, gunfire, pieces of her cover (which was more or less a metal slab she found), and the Chaos Sisters going all out. It was bedlam out there. It was bad enough that they were fighting off an army of cannibals on this forsaken world of Grace, but these cannibals were WELL ARMED. Treasures that could erase tanks with a single shot, scanners that could pierce anything she tried to hide behind, and armor that performed as well as it looked... and they looked very very shiny. Where they even GOT Astartes Armor was beyond her.
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  95. To make things worse, she couldn't even call up the Engiseers in orbit to take pot shots for fear of accidentally destroying the real Cogitator Core. Either there were countless fakes here or these wretched flesh-eating barbarians had a lot more ingenuity than Red gave them credit for. Maybe it was both.
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  97. "You know Mr. Ahriman, it's not exactly as easy as 'scoot down and ask for a cup of sugar' as you made it out to be. It'd be MUCH more simple if you got your ass down here and h-" "WE DON'T NEED THAT ARMORED CASKET, WOMAN. A MAGE IS ALREADY DEAD AND I DO NOT TAKE HELP FROM WALKING CORPSES, ESPECIALLY ONES WHO CANNOT DEIGN TO WEAR A PROPER HAT."
  98.  
  99. "Hwee khan ahgree oun that, meester Ber-hyan! Kwohrne mahst b-"
  100.  
  101. And she got cut off when her head exploded. She knew that Cultist-chan could just revive using someone, but getting coated in her blood every time someone shot her just because she didn't understand 'take cover' was REALLY getting old. Especially when all it was doing was causing her grunt troops to scream and explode as she popped out like some horrible butterfly from Hell. ...or maybe like a Chestburster. She really needed to brush up on some movies sometime.
  102.  
  103. Yet it was Lethe of all people who started to giggle at the sight. "Pfffftahahahahahahaha, the ignorant little shitling's head popped like a zit! Best thing I've seen all day!" The laughing soon stopped when the pillar she was behind lost a fair chunk from an explosion, sending her forward on the ground. It would have been the end of her if a sudden burst of ear-piercing sound wasn't blasted from nearby to vaporize the second projectile that was sent her way. "LETHE GET THAT FIRE BUTT MOVING!!" Red was seriously thanking whatever gods were watching for the fact that the Sisters were on top of things concerning each other.
  104.  
  105. ...actually, no. That might be a bad thing to thank them.
  106.  
  107. Ahriman's voice came through her head again, still clear despite the battle raging on. "It appears you have been outvoted, my dear. A pity. I'm sure you will come up with something, despite the lack of knowledge your allies possess. A shame how mortals crave understanding, yet lack the means to comprehend it."
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  109. "Ahriman! Ahriman don't you... ...FUCK!!!" She knew he was still watching... there was no way the fabled Ahzek Ahriman would just let a prized attempt of his go to waste like this. But he was screwing with her now. Being fickle, seeing what she would do. For someone who preferred order to unpredictability, he was being an utter twat about it.
  110.  
  111. Regardless, there was still the matter of the cannibal force, and her cover was slowly getting whittled away by bolter fire and plasma rounds. She needed to figure something out and fast. Maybe she could sneak around. Maybe she could quickly chant a spell. A bomb or two might work...
  112.  
  113. "ARE YOU GOING TO SIT HERE WANKING WITH YOUR OWN TAIL, YOU WHITE-BELLIED COWARD? YOU SHOULD BE SHANKING THE DAFT DEGENERATES! RIP THEIR SKULLS OFF, DECORATE THE WALLS WITH THEIR GUTS! DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN!!"
  114.  
  115. Damn it B'rian.
  116.  
  117. Wait. Wait, no. He had a point. He was a sword that was obscenely sharp and could slice through psychic barriers. This should be CAKE for him. To GET there is another challenge, but one Red could oblige. As she grabbed the Daemon Weapon her appearance began to distort with smoke, like she was burning or turning into fog. "Lethe, Sabine! Go help the others!" It had been some time since she actually used this combination. The ability to turn into black smoke. That Devil Fruit power was going to pay OFF right now.
  118.  
  119. To the enemy, it seemed like a smoke bomb went off. She could hear them rattling, wondering if there was a misfire or if they hit something. It was only when the black smoke kept pouring and rushing towards them they realized something was wrong. Ammo flied and hit nothing but blackness, or in unlucky cases their own allies. Confusion turned to anger as they all started to fire in every direction, unsure of what was going on.
  120.  
  121. Centuries of practice were put to work. The ruins the cannibals were using as cover were turning against them, the demonic woman using them to scoot from place to place any time she slayed one. Muscles honed from genetic engineering and countless hours of training could overpower any servos the enemy had, pinning or even breaking them outright before driving the Daemon Weapon into their body. A mind that rivalled the processing ability of some supercomputers could calculate the trajectory of fired shots to let her avoid them effortlessly, or determine if her smoke form could let them pass through. It quickly became a killing floor.
  122.  
  123. All the while, it was hard to tell what was causing the screams. Maybe it was the Khornate blade shearing through power armor and flesh as though it were not there, spilling blood and machine fluid alike. Maybe it was the smoke pouring into the throats of those unlucky enough to not wear helmets, burning ash destroying them from within as they asphyxiated at the same time. Or maybe it was that blade and bullet alike simply passed through the demonic-looking enemy as though she were not there, the only warnings of her presence being the sound of blood dripping and the laughing of her blade.
  124.  
  125. "AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! FIGHT, YOU INBRED WRETCHES! SHOW ME YOUR METTLE, SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH! LET ME CARVE INTO THE MUSCLES YOU WORK, THE WEAPONS YOU STRIKE WITH! LET ME TASTE YOUR SCREAMS AND YOUR BLOOD, REWARD ME WITH THE SOUND OF YOUR SKULL HITTING THE FLOOR! YOU WERE EAGER TO FIGHT BEFORE, FIGHT ME NOW! SHOW ME YOUR WORTH!!!"
  126.  
  127. It was... concerning. Quite concerning. Despite its size, the weapon was unnaturally easy to wield. It sliced through powered armor, flesh, and stone in a single swing, as though she were cutting grass. She could see the fear in their eyes sometimes... in one case, after she had carved someone in half diagonally, when they realized what happened. She could feel their lungs cook as the burning ash killed them from within. She could feel enemy fire pass through her as they realized death was upon them. It was one thing to stare down a mob in a 'modern' world and solve the issue by standing there and letting fear take over, but this... in a world like this, yet this single blade with her abilities turned the tide so quickly.
  128.  
  129. Which was why it came as a surprise when a hand reached out from the smoke and grabbed her, forcing her to turn corporeal as they slammed her against a wall. Well, it was more 'through' the wall considering she went right through the stone and cracked the stone wall after that with the impact.
  130.  
  131. "Ow..." Red groaned a bit as she tried to pick herself up, her back slowly mending the damage thanks to her regeneration. Where the hell did THAT come from? Seastone should only be able to affect those powers, so how could someone do that? Then again, psyker abilities could do crazy shit. But this place didn't seem the kind to produce them, so how?
  132.  
  133. Turned out she didn't have to wait long to find the answer, a few shots going off as she could feel plasma burning through her stomach and a single bullet go through her throat. THAT knocked her down quick enough, the blood keeping her from even screaming. The black-suited soldiers coming out of the dissipating smoke with strange-looking technologies and weapons drawn... yet no sound was made, save for their footsteps. A clean ambush. Someone had been trailing her.
  134.  
  135. She tried to turn into smoke again, but another shot from a plasma rifle to her already charred stomach caused her to lose focus. She really needed to update this armor... well, she WOULD if she survived this. To the credit of the ambushers, that was looking unlikely. Goes to show what happened if you tried to treat some places like a game.
  136.  
  137. They all primed their weapons and took aim as Red gave a smile. It was a good run.
  138.  
  139. "BEEP BEEP"
  140.  
  141. The next thing Red knew, a motorcycle came in out of nowhere and ran the first wave of ambushers over in a splatter of red and black, the only telltale signs being the scent of... burning meth? Oh. Oh NO.
  142.  
  143. The next few minutes as she stayed still and let herself heal was filled with screams and guns going off, all dwarfed by the sound of a motorbike and a cloud of airborne drugs with a single scream. "SNORT IT YOU BITCHEEEEEEEEEEEEES!"
  144.  
  145. How in the fuck did Doomrider of all people get HERE? No, WHY was he here? What purpose did he have in doing what?
  146.  
  147. No, just... take advantage. Let him do his thing. Just crawl away from this and try to regroup, heal up. It felt good to talk after her throat finally mended, even if she had to cough up the remaining blood. "W-wh... what the fuck just happened." "I DON'T KNOW, BUT THAT FIRE-HEADED ADDICT IS STEALING MY KILLS!!"
  148.  
  149. "Dude, FUCK the kills. I'd rather let him do his thing and we find what we came for." "YOU KNOW HE'S GOING TO DO JUST THAT. IT'S NOT HONORABLE TO THE ENEMY IF YOU FUCK THE CORPSE." Mental note to self, B'rian is a terrible person to converse about others with. But barring that unpleasant image she'd take what she could get, and right now she was getting one hell of a distraction with Doomrider effectively painting an 'attack me' sign on them.
  150.  
  151. Of course, she only got half a kilometer away before an explosion of drugs and flame went off in front of her and the Daemon Prince was there. There were no words spoken, but Red knew with that armor and his daemonic abilities, he could KILL her before she could blink. Worse than that actually, he could do far, far worse. The Slaaneshi-aligned forces were the one force you NEVER want to get captured by; you'd rather take a bullet before that happened. It said something that even B'rian fell silent.
  152.  
  153. And then Doomrider held out an open hand. Uttering a single word. "Gimme."
  154.  
  155. The statement took Red off guard. "I... what?" Doomrider looked to his hand again. "Gimme. You've got STUFF, girl. Stuff that is beyond here. You are a GATEWAY to unseen concoctions and items. I help you, you hook me up. That's how this fucking works, now GIMME."
  156.  
  157. ...WELL. That... you know what, no. Just go with it. When a Daemon Prince tells you to drug him, you drug him. "Um... right I mean give me a minute let me get something..." Right, just need something crazy. Need something really good, something insane... maybe. She could tell Doomrider was trying VERY hard to be patient, but was still very eager to get something as Red started to summon things and mix together. A crystal, a few golden orbs, and some kind of strange glass. She smashed the glass and crystals into power, put them in a bowl and placed the golden orbs in before handing it to the Daemon Prince. "Here? I mean... go ahe-"
  158.  
  159. It didn't take him a second to faceplant into the bowl and begin sniffing like a vacuum cleaner bred with a bloodhound.
  160.  
  161. It did however, take a second or two for his burning skull to intensify in heat, the color turning blue as his eyes started turning colors. His voice reverberating as he spoke. "YeeeeEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEES! HOOOOOOLY YES I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS BUT THIS IS AMAZING IT'S LIKE I'M SNORTING THE UNIVERSE!!! MY BRAIN IS HAVING A FUCKING ROCK CONCERT AND I AM BOTH STAR AND AUDIENCE!" Red didn't know what was more terrifying, the fact that Doomrider was yelling this or the fact that he gave her a great big hug. Giggling like a lunatic before putting her down and jumping on his bike, the exhaust pouring out a mishmash of kaleidoscopic vapors rather than the usual drug exhaust. "FUCK YES. FUUUUUUCK YES I CAN DO IT I CAN SEE IT! I. CAN. TASTE. IIIIIIIIIIT. BUCKLE THE FUCK UP GUYS BECAUSE DOOMRIDER IS SKULLFUCKING YOU ALL!!!"
  162.  
  163. Red and B'rian were speechless as the Daemon Prince took off at full speed, not even caring that he went through a few walls... or people in the process. The myriad of colors staining the ground wherever his wheels touched.
  164.  
  165. "UM... WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GIVE HIM?"
  166.  
  167. "Dragon Crystals, Golden Chi and Necro-tempered Glass mixed and powdered into a bowl."
  168.  
  169. "THE FUCK ARE THOSE."
  170.  
  171. "...you'll find out later, B'rian." Red was just wincing at just what she might have unleashed, before consulting her scanners for the next signal on this rock. Maybe she could get people to double their efforts if she let them know a Daemon Prince was tripping the fuck out on this planet.
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