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  Selene Voss"CAPTAIN," Selene would have liked to have time for herself, to think things through, to get a handle on the absurd situation she'd found herself in but as life teo, it didn't let her, "CAAPTAAAIIINNNN!" "WHAT?" she snapped back at the annoying idiot that was screaming at her door just half an hour after she had gotten into bed, yeah she couldn't sleep but damn it! Couldn't they let her catch a break? "e in already a!" At her order the door unlocked, two of Orion's men standing guard outside letting the slightly dishevelled officer into her room as she pulled the coat hanging on a nearby chair over her nightclothes. "Well, it'd be best if you saw for yourself captain, you should e for the bridge," the officer started, making Selene's irritation spike before he tinued, "It s the Lady Inquisitor!" She wao bite his head off for a moment, Seraphina's death hit her hard, especially after nearly dying in that shockwave and apparently being stranded right in front of a Tyranid Splinterfleet. Selene wouldn't have called the Astropath a partner but she was certainly more than a friend, her loss was stantly weighing on her mind and straining her nerves. She sighed, breathing in and out through her nose. A practice she'd gotteo when she had to calm herself ba the Guard, she wouldn't say it ht but her parents might have been right in their decision to send all of their children into the Guard. However, it didn't help her opinion on it that she was the only ohat survived long enough to retire and take up her grandmother's profession. "If it's something insequential you are ing the sewage system for a month," she said as she quickly pulled on some pants and tied together her coat with a belt. Her sidearm slid into a holster on her side, then she jumped into some boots and she was off, striding past the officer who quickly fell into step behind her, silently. "What in the Emperor's name is she doing?" Selene found herself saying before she slumped bato her ornate chair, the thing was more than gaudy enough to be called a Throne in her opinion but appearances mattered. She stared through the reinforced window at the magnified form of Inquisitor Ea floating around nguidly in the void of space. She was horrified for a moment, already hating the task of finding out who mao throw the enigmatian through a space-lock when she moved, obviously alive as she stretched. The woman did some exercises that Selene realized were meant to rex joints and tendons. "So," she started, somewhat uainly, "I had to e here, instead of sleeping, because?" "What should we do about this Captain?" asked one of the braver officers. "About what?" she asked, turning her gaze at the woman who was now floating in a lotus position, spinning slowly in random dires, "The Inquisitor stretg aating?" "Yes?" "None of you noticed when a space-lock ened?" "...No Captain, there was no alert for it," the officer said with snation. "There is nothing we do," Selene shrugged, "for all I know she used her authority to open our space-locks without notifying any of you, I'm going back to sleep." I want to get some damned sleep before having to give a speech at Seraphina's funeral... She khat was the least the woman deserved for all she'd done for them. Meditation and Yoga supposedly helped calm one's mind, unify the soul and the body, yin and yang...or something. I never paid much attention to the spiritual part as my focus was on which exercises helped in making my figure more...ated, yes. I don't think this vanity is new, nor is my narcissism. What was new was my whimsical and uable mood swings. Well, I called them mood swings but iy, it was nothing like that. With most of my mind being made up of the brain-power of my eldritch body which didn't feel anything the rest which usually came from the brain of the form I took teo influence me. It wasn't too problematic yet, I was sometimes more cruel, apathetipathetic than I'd have liked to but this was a shitty gaxy to be in, those were supposed to be positive things. So why was I trying to do this spiritual fusioation thing? That was because if these escated iure it could be a huge problem. I was me, not a monster, maybe a bit but not fully. I had to keep my inal self intact, if ged in some ways for me to still be me. I didn't fear my body ging into what it has bee, nor did I fear my soul eling supernatural energies. what I feared was my mind ging, me losing my emotions fully or morphing into something like the Hive Mind, driven into insanity by an unquenchable hunger. I've noticed my unnatural respoo threats and that my only seemingly stroion that still kept going strong was greed. Unfivable, I will enjoy my reination, I'm going to mess around with my form like an I'm building a Bionicle, I'm going to learn how the tech worked in the Imperium, I'm going to go mess with the Tau, I was going to.... I had so many fun things ahead of me, that I couldn't let this gaxy drag me down onto its level, degrade me into a mindless monster. I was overdramatizing that for sure but I remembered books where the MC was on a slow but straight road to hell. hat wasn't my future, I was going to have fun and be happy. Why did I want to pull my soul closer then, you may ask? Well, I figured, if the body affected the soul, shouldn't it go the other way around too? Uher people whose soul was the imprint they as a perso on the immaterium I was a Soul first and foremost. A Soul that was ging to fit my body, nuh-uh, if that was to tinue on like that I'd be an apathetic mass of white tentacles. Usually I don’t think this would ever happen, Demons never got affected by the ohey possessed but then again, they didn't have souls. Luckily for me, my body wasn't some malicious thing(mostly), it didn't have sentienor did it have much more than some base instincts. I could think back when I was just a soul, that was the foundation of my pn going forward. My mind was like a pyramid, at the bottom were my mind-threads, separating under Mind-Cores that oversaw everything they did and directed resources and above those was me, omnist above the bottom-feeders of this mental pyramid. For everything but my Main Mind the apathy would do, calcutions, simutions and other such things didn't require emotions, the only one I HAD to have feelings in was my main mind. I assumed my eldritch body had some natural instincts which it'd act upon if I wasn't possessing it, based on my observations so far it should be something like, 'survive, eliminate dangers, assimite, evolve', I wasn't sure if I could even remove these instincts but what I've pnned should mitigate their downsides. My mental hands grabbed the end of the cord eg me to my soul and I ected it to the top of my enormous mental pyramid. My mind was a temple, a server room, and a pace all in one and the ey of it was anized into this giant pyramid that made up my mindscape. Semi-Real and Semi-Immaterial the cord ected and my mind and soul felt ected like never before. In some stories I've read anizing the mindscape was the first thing any telepath should do befetting into anything deeper. My Soul looked human still, it could spread and morph but when I didn't focus on it, it returo my form as Ea. Was it because I saw myself more as Ea than a Lictor? Or a tentacle monster? I've put tape onto a colpsing dam but it wasn't repaired, this would let my soul influence my thoughts much more but if my soul ged too much I'd lose myself all the same I assumed. So, what if I forced my imprint on the Immaterium to ge? Or to remain as it was right now? I'd o do much more self-refle if I wao do that but until I could somehow put my soul into a sort of stasis it was the only option. There was also the possibility of my soul trying to acclimatize to this new reality, searg for a baween soul and body or something like that. If that was so then I’d have to guide this process so it didn’t fuck me up even more but at least it’d mean that there was ao this uainty. If I was looking it that way all of my inhumaions and instincts aimed to keep me alive, apathy made sure I didn't die uselessly because of my emotions and greed gave me an iive to grow, and have a better ce at survival. So this is a high stakes 'fake it till you make it'? Though I was a human once so faking to be something more simir to that shouldn't be hard. I sighed, my lungs trying to expand but the only thing that filled them was some random hydrogen atoms floating around the void of space. The other reason I was out here spinning like a moron was to test how resistant I'd bee to the extreme envirohat absp;The answer was mixed, I was still waiting for Zedev to return and e through with his samples of two iing creatures but I already had a solid foundation for being space-resistant. Sor radiation wasn't a problem anymore, the cold was somewhat unfortable but I could ma the worst was by far the ck of air. I had to stantly waste bio-energy to energize my cells as oxygen wasn't getting transported through my blood. Bio-energy didn't make oxygen for the cells or anything like that, oxygen was far too inanic for that, what it did was give some sort of energy to every single cell that kept them going eveer than oxygen could have. This robably because I was just better when I flooded my body with it. The Ambull sample would help with this as those ugly bugs could live off of heat and radiation of all things. If I could incorporate that and their extreme temperature resistao my body I'd be good to go as far as spacewalki. The st problem was the actual walking part of the space-walk, or float in this case. All I could do noush and shove myself around with telekinesis or small bursts of pyromancy. Something about exhaling mass pushes me iher dire than the mass. Yeah, I know, I was a hard sci-fi nerd, how was it that I didn't remember the exact physics ws? Well, I kheir effects, mostly, and that was enough. Speaking of physics, Hard-Sci-fi had a hard-on for radiators and other tricks space-ships could use to give off heat but I couldn't see humongous wings on the ship from the outside that could be a radiator. I'll have to dig that information out of someohey should be boiling inside, as far as I saw up until now physics funs as far as no fuckery is abound so there should be an actual ao this. My nerdy i ignited like a r inferno and I shot back towards the ship, making sure to blend through it somewhere my peepers couldn't see me. I slipped through tightly closed bulkheads serving as space-locks easily and I dripped down onto the floor. I retook my human form and somehow my clothes were still in one piece despite the fact that while it was inside my tendrily body I had squeezed myself through a crack that was less than a naer. I shook my head at it, whatever phase-teology or bullshit my body seemed to do by instinct was far beyond my uanding of teology or sce for now. I'd have to crawl my , bit by bit, just like with the geic temptes. Bit by bit, inch by inch, I'll have it all in the end. P3t1