"Thank you for esc me yourself," I said with a sideways gnce.

  "That is the least I could do," said Seleh a shake of her head, "though I don't quite uand why you'd want to go to the observatory."

  "To see it," I said as the reinforced and gene-locked door clicked open without Selene having to do anything and with a gnce I felt happiness radiate off of the mae spirit in the door, like a puppy that is happy to see its ain, "that damned p has so much smog that I never saw the stars from down there and I didn't have much time in the shuttle."

  I stride in first with the Captain following behihe observatory is reserved fh-ranking officers and this one in particur only opens for the Captain. Apparently, it should do so for others too but the Mae Spirit is being a bit of an ass.

  The whole room is designed like some sort of park reenhouse with four quarters of the circur room being made up of greenery and peculiar pnts that I never saw before. We make it to the middle where there are a handful of lounge chairs that would let us lie down as we stared upwards through the translut dome.

  I id down in one and Selene followed soon after me in the one on my right. I restricted my sight to the 'visible' light spectrum only and the cavalcade of iridest colors subsided, revealing the majestic Milkyway gaxy and the eternal darkness of space behind it.

  It reminded me of the time when I spent a night camping out and saw a simir skylihout any light polluting it. The vastness of space was mystifying and I always felt an inexplicable pull towards it.

  "That is not how I remembered axy looking," I said jokingly, running my gaze over the giant purplish pink tear rending the white gaxy in two. It ing wound iy itself and the reason ere cut off from the light of the Astronomi, the Great Rift, or Cicatrix Maledictum as the people of this era liked to call it.

  "An astute observation Inquisitor," said Selene in a voice dryer than the seas of Terra.

  "Mhm, that is my job, isn't it? Making astute observations," I nodded, not taking my eyes off the bleeding wound of the gaxy.

  "I have to ask," the woman started in a ft tone, as serious as she could be, "do you io do some of that work to the detriment of my ship and crew?"

  "How bold of you to ask that," I turned my head to stare intray eyes, seeing glimpses of my refle iallic color, "It would be rather terproductive to do so with you being my only to get off of the menu of the Tyranids, don't you think?"

  "That opped other Inquisitors before."

  "And now you are pario my peers? Judging me? Or is it suspi I sense?"

  "You never even firmed your identity with a geic database," her gaze was now b into me rather heavily, "and you've been here for weeks already."

  "An astute observation Captain," I said coldly, "though it is rather foolish to make it with only the two of us here, isn't it?"

  "Answer," she said with gritted teeth.

  "What do you wao answer, dear captain?" I id back, returning my attention to the Rift, "Why do I value my life more than my job? I didn't want the job but I 't say it's not useful sometimes."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Half-dead Inquisitors have a tendene ahey view as petent and faithful enough as their successors, the ohat named me was a touch too delirious from blood loss and missing iio make an educated decision and his adepts were far too dead to be a choice."

  "And the geing?" she was grasping at straws, I could tell, she wao trust me but her doubts were eating at her like lecherous little parasites.

  "Remember when I said that I st reported in 350?" I tilted my head at her, and when she nodded I tinued, "uhat, I actually meant the time when the delirious Inquisitor named me his successor."

  "So you never once done your job for 650 years?" her tourned accusatory but unlike what I'd expect from any of my 'peers' or a more zealous member of the Imperium, she wasn't drawing ons and was instead rexing bato her chair.

  "I was occupied with not dying," I shrugged, "that involved killing enemies of humanity in spades but yes, you are right."

  "Great," she muttered, "will I get executed for housing a pretender Inquisitor?"

  "You could just report me once we get back to the Imperium," I g her.

  "I wouldn't live long enough to do so," she gred at me with little fire behind it.

  "You might," I shrugged again, feeling like I'm shrugging an awful lot nowadays, "not that it'd mean anything, I doubt anyone could catch me withe divinatory rituals."

  As I said that my face morphed, my hair shortened and turned pitch bd my eyes gained a metallic color.

  "I might not be too good at being an Inquisitor but I am good at staying alive," my voice erfect mimicry of Selene's, though she'd never speak with the melodious intonation I tend to use.

  "That is very fug disturbing," she said, looking at her own face smirking back at her with a fair bit of distaste on her face but I sensed intrigue beh. My aura senses were gettier by the day, at first I even mistook the alien feelings for my mind going weird again but I soon realized it was a side-effect of being a psyker.

  My range was far less for this empathy field than a usual psykers as my soul was separated from the and rather far away from even the closest souls but it worked still, it was most likely some sort of resoween souls or something else that didn't he energy as an intermediary to transmit in the Immaterium.

  "Now whenever someoells you to 'go fuck yourself' you know where to e," I smirked as she choked oongue.

  I khis woman was fun when I first saw her, shame she'd probably shoot me if I told her I was a flesh-eating alien. These stigmas are annoying, I want equality.

  "INQUISITOR WATCH OUT!" Despite the loud shout distrag a sihread of my mind I easily sidestepped the charge of the geealer aiming to make a skewer out of me.

  As it flew past me, even as it started to turn back at me mid-air and sh out with its cwed arm, soul energy burst out of my skin ahe beast flying away from me. With the Telekiic Bst having taken it off of my back I leveled the psma pistol on it and fired, the sub-huma crumbled as its insides sizzled along the head-sized hole burnt into its torso.

  Before the overheating of the pistol could burn too muy skin I threw it over the first line of geealer duking it out with Orion's shadows. The pistol exhaled all of its excess heat, the superheated air got bsted toward the much too slow-to-react xenos and burnt many of them to ash. The disoriented but alive Xenos found themselves under trated fire from the Shadows, their rifles rained gas pressed into psma at the foul aliens as their srifles fired without stopping.

  With a sihought, the now cold pistol flew bato my hand and I pced it bato its holster. This little beauty was fun to use and I didn't doubt its ability to one-shot even a rger Tyranid but the overheating was a bit annoying. Well, you could say it was a feature instead of a bug but that didn't t for the not-so-small ce of it just exploding in my hand instead of waiting for me to throw it beforehand.

  Arcs of electricity leapt over my head and vaporized a handful of geealers in a line heading for me, I gnced back at Magos Dominus Zedev as his dozens of arms worked tirelessly to hack away at his enemies while some still mao use his mounted Arc-Rifles to provide le support.

  I didn't waste any more time a bato a, diving right into the enemy lines and taking off some weight from the shoulders of the Shadows. They were good both at melee and shooting but I still found them g, still, I khe reason for that was my rather skewed perception of strength.

  I shed out and bisected geealers aiming to brutalize me in pairs or more, my sword made of the same material as a Lictor's Scythe turning out to be overkill for this chaff. Zedev said it could even measure up to some weaker powerswords, due to its close to mono-molecur edge.

  They were all so slow, still if they hit me they could rend me apart easily. Or at least it appeared so as I only wore my trusty bodyglove of which I requisitioned a few dozen. My smidge of initial shame got crushed into dust as I got used to the freedom of movement it gave me, along with its cool property of not letting blood stain it. I'd give it 9/10 overall, I still wao try out whatever Custodians used for their bodysuits and stuff like that.

  It was a sughter, pin and simple but it and the previous three fights gave me the perfect opportunity to get used to fighting in my human form. Between my sword, Psychic powers and overall agility and itive speed I was a monster otlefield.

  My hair whipped around like a billowing cape even though I tied it up in a ponytail, my superhuman speed keeping it afloat even without any wind moving. I keep my eyes narrowed as my gaze snaps between enemies, pnning five seds into the future and predig where my foes will end up in that timeframe.

  My sword rends chitinous armor and bio-engineered flesh, and the coppery taste of blood lingers in my nose as I bst a row of my foes with my psmapistol before throwing it again. As the air gets turned into psma around my thrown pistol and the on sails bato my hand I already bisected ten more of the Xenos. Burnt flesh and oozone join the blood in a mixture that smells like war itself.

  "That should be the st of them," I say out loud as I tear out my bio-sword from the corpse of the st geealer. I feel the Shadow's aura cloud with fear, apprehension and pride with the st one overp the rest, to them I was a champion of the Emperor, part of his Holy Inquisition and me being a terrifying monster of a fighter was a good thing.

  Zedev was far more plicated to read, the Magos probably figured out I'd cracked his binary encryption so sihen we'd made up a game. He'd e up with new encryptiohods and I broke through them, not sure if he enjoyed ame as much as I did though.

  "Aowledgement: This was the st location known to house signifit Geealer presence."

  "Let's head back then," I stretched nguidly as my bio-sword melted and my skin swallowed it up greedily.

  "Aowledged: Callira."

  I sat down with my back against a crete pilr and watched the pair of Thunderhawks serving as our transport desd from the atmosphere and beeliowards this abandoned factory. My thoughts were pgued by uainty tely, part of me wao just wait for the splinter-fleet but another part of me khat would ens of thousands of people w and living on The Wanderer.

  Doesn't matter if the repairs don't finish in time, we won't have any other choice but to fight.

  Huh, I said 'we'. I didn't know whether to sigh gle at that while decidedly ign a handful of corpses getting shoved into tainers by servitors out of the sight of everyone else, it's not like some of my little bio-drones weren't out there b through the insides of the falleealers and transp back the collected bio-energy.

  What a weird fug life.

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