"Scales, bone spikes, tough skin, gigantism, frog tongue, four eyes, fur, tails, bones, exoskeletoendable cws, feathers, cwed legs..." I could go on and on, listing every dumb and insequential mutation I've assimited i three days but I won't, I know ead everyone down to the geic level. Just thinking ba what my palette turned into was somewhat depressed, who wants to eat mutated rats, is, and what were once humans? I sure didn't but not having to ch down on them bit by bit and not having to taste them sure helped. Quite a bit actually, I didn't even have to look at the meter-long rats with seven legs and five eyes. Even if they didn't prove to be much of an upgrade aside from the thousands of new pgues, bacteria, and viruses I've got along with the antibodies to them they were good to have. I've gotten a much better handle on the human genome and how I could ge it up to reach the desired effebsp;Previously I've been mostly in the dark, instinctually reshuffling DNA and sciss it together with enes lie I was copy-pasting funs into a code but with these varied mutant samples, I could now write the funs themselves. Well, kind of. Trying to make entirely new mutations was a hit and miss but I k ossible. Soon, I'd have diamond-hard skin with the same silky smooth toud look as the one I had now. Goals have bee, now all I had to do was work towards them. My cells became much more resistant to radiation too, which was a boon as Tyranids didn't quite give a damn about stuff like that, their immune system was so ferocious that it ate cerous growth before it could spread to more than a dozen cells. bining that with the mutant's natural resistao it was a great bination and I was feeling proud of myself for not lunging about i three days. I stood he top of the governor's spire with a few extras I got since I killed the patriarbsp;I knew a Melta or boltgun would be far too much to have so I opted for a pistol instead, this beauty was hiding under a pile of ugly bulky onry ba the stash the geealers had hidden away. I went back after only finding shitty spistols while hunting in the uy. Obviously normal, chemical propulsion pistols are out of the question, I'm in a sci-fi universe. This geous little thing could shoot psma. Real, hoo god, psma and not some molten sg or trated fme. I was tempted to pick it apart and find out how it worked but sidering the embarrassing number of spistols that blew up in my face trying to do just that I needed more practice before doing that. Despite being in this grimdark shithole I felt like a little girl in a dy shop, it was damned hard leaving a son and a mealta grenade behind after I tested them out on some unfortuant. There wasn't even biomatter left of him to absorb after the grenade which was less than optimal but cool. Both of them paled in parison to this Psma Pistol though, this little thing that fits my small feminine hands so well could bore through several reinforced bulkheads. I instantly uood eople meant when they said 'Don't get between a girl and her gun' or something at that moment. I'd murder for this pistol, try me fuckheads. It sat fortably on the left side of my waist, strapped onto a utility belt and into a holster I made from Tyranid armor. A bit overkill but with it being in Kraken's blood red color it fit well with my white and bck bodyglove. I took to expanding a chitinous shell over it whenever a shot or melee strike would damage it as it was by far the best clothing I've ever wore looking quite i. My shame didn't get transmigrated along with me, unfortunate. Well, not really. I've thought about how to signal to the ship in case they didn't have sensors or decided not to send a shuttle or something down onto the surface. I could reect with the , I could always use more soul energy anyway but I could also try sending some nal. Unfortunately, the few servitors or what I assumed were tech priests once before were in a far too bad dition to use telepathy on and I had no idea how tech worked here. I was sure there was real meaning behind the binary babble and whatever ting tech priests tend to do to aes int order but I couldn't even begin to figure out what without knowing said ts and binary code. The Psychic option was there as a backup pn but I still couldn't make a viable pn to try before that. I stood out on a baly, it was covered with barely visible gss to protect the one looking out from the violent winds this far up imosphere and miraculously it survived all the battles that took p this spire. I fidgeted with the sed and st tri I prepared for this meeting, it looked like nothiraordinary really, just a simple amulet in the shape of an 'I' adorned with a stylized skull in the middle. In short, it lica of an Inquisitorial Rosette, only a replica but I depended on them not even asking for it but then again it was good to be prepared. I was also ready to grab whatever mae spirit would be cheg out its authenticity by the balls and making sure it knew what to answer when people asked whether my tri was the real deal. I poured both soul energy and my internal energy into my eyes, enhang them far beyond what I thought possible even a week ago and my vision shifted, focussed and then it zoomed in. Infra-red and ultraviolet light joihe visible spectrum in my vision. I swept my gaze around, searg for the material representation of the soul steltion I saw so clearly with my soul's eyes. I found it without much trouble, the distance might be ed in the but direostly said the same in such cles. My eyes made out a dot, shining with infra-red light as it radiated heat in the void of spad I zoomed in further. I've been frowning for a while now, thinking about how to signal them or lure them down onto the p but it seemed like I shouldn't have worried. In inal Imperium fashion, the only way to check out a fucked up p not responding to ynals is to send a nding craft down and check it out with your flesh and blood eyes. Dumb as hell and dangerous but ve in this situation, or they were just that fident. I'm just a lone girl stu this p, nothing dangerous on this rock at all. I observed the small dot of a nding craft drift closer and closer to the p, it was engulfed in fmes as it broke into the atmosphere. When the fmes died off it was close enough for me to make out details beyond its mostly bck color and blocky shape. Its side had some remains of painted golden lines and a white blob which I assumed depicted a skull onbsp;it's always skulls and gold. It was quite unimpressive really, especially to my eyes that wao see streamlined sci-fi ships already but had to watch this brutalist block float of metal float around. Its only saving grace was that the thing robably more armored than nuclear bunkers bay earth, seeing as it was as rge as a two-floor family house despite only being a nding shuttle. I watched the shuttle approach, flying closer and closer to the city but muy annoya started cirg the hive city. After spending twenty minutes gring at the far-away block of irritation I decided to just wait, I was sure they'd nd sooner or ter. I took out my fake rosette and gred at it, I had no idea how every single imperium tech could identify a real rosette and obey the ands of its holder. Well, I had some ideas but none of them had any solid foundation, I only khat renegade groups could fiddle with the ted that this made the rosette useless against them, but this took time and most importantly loyal tech priests. After cirg around a bunch of times and even going around the p ohe damned shuttle started to head towards me, probably because they had the same idea as me: if there was information on what happened here, it'd be in the governor's pabsp;I watched on as the shuttle closed in on the nding pad located highest on the spire and sequently only a handful of floors beh me. I had some doubts about its ability to hold that much weight but it was their life they were pying with. I tucked away the rosette into a satchel hanging off of my utility belt on the right side of my waist. With that do was time to meet these people. By the time I reached the floor ected to the pad, they were already out of the shuttle which gave me just enough time to observe each of them before revealing myself. I didn't feel any of the stronger souls down here even though the was a bit more fucky than usual around the people. No, that wasn't quite right. It was less fucky than it should have been, it was somehow suppressed. What the hell? Then I remembered the Grey Knights and their Wards, some sort of weird symbols that somehow suppressed demons. There should be Wards for psykers too, I didn't remember reading about those but then again I wasn't a lore nerd and I focused on Nes when I read books. Didn't matter, without psykers, I could use soul energy to observe them. My attention was easily drawn to the woman standing at the head of their formation, lithe battle armor c her form and her shoulder-length bck hair getting thrown about by the winds. The woman had a severe expression that wouldn't be out of p a military official but the man on her right fit that role much more. With a rge burn scar leaving a fourth of his head bald and his gaze snapping about alertly, searg for any danger. He also had a big-ass gun in his arms and was almost two meters tall. The st figure that stood out of the gaggle of well-anized and obviously well-trained military grunts was the rge and unmistakable form of a tech priest. Nah, tech priests weren't three meters tall with only half of their face remaining anic, this was a much higher ranking than a tech priest, probably a Magos or even an Arch-Magos Even though I disliked the meicum as a fa I knew some stuff about them as Belisarius Cawl was one of the best real stists and iors in the gaxy and I enjoyed his book. Okay, a Magos, a VIP and what looks like an Arch-Militant with a bunch of his underlings. Said underlings wore bck tactical gear simir to ecial forces wore bae but with weird helmets that had ied green night goggles. I couldn't tell what sort of ons they had but they looked to be in a much better dition than anything I've seen so far. I wouldn't put it past them to be able to off me ... if I sat down in front of them and took whatever they could throw at me with my fabsp;P3t1