I grab her hand. She tries to push the knife forward to no avail. Admittedly, she is strong and fast, likely due to augmetics, but I am simply better.

  I slow my perception of time significantly. I remove her knife and remove it via tesseract. I throw her into her room, and look around the hall. No one. Good. I step in and close the door. I draw my gauss pistol.

  "Well. This has gotten much less interesting." I mutter, and point the pistol at the woman. "So. I believe we will have a conversation. You will answer truly and quickly. I advise against fighting me in this." I state calmly.

  "No!" She yells.

  "I wasn't asking. Now, were you reborn?" I ask. She hesitates. I gesture with the gun, as if telling her to get on with it. I didn't have all day, someone could barge in, after all. That would be... unfortunate.

  "I... I was."

  "Excellent. Tell me. What is your opinion on the immaterial? Have you gotten contacted? Called?" I ask. This was one of the things I need to know. If she has, I was going to kill her. I'm not taking the risk of a chaos champion with knowledge like mine.

  She looks confused, before her eyes widen. "No! I've never been contacted by the dark gods! Even if I was, I would never submit to them." She began to look upset.

  Ah. That is great news! I might not disassemble her now. I teleport my pistol away. "That is great news! The hard part is over. We can now discuss like civilized beings" I state, before grabbing a chair from my vault. I sit down, and gesture for her to do the same.

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  She slowly gets up, and sits on her bed. I take a minute to look over the room, now that the potential threat was minimized. Her room was sparse. It only had a bed, a holo table, chair, and some pictures.

  "First, allow me to apologize. I know barging in was rude, but the situation did call for immediate action. And allow me to reintroduce myself. I, am Overlord Verotep, of the Vkeroketep Dynasty. It is a true pleasure to meet you, miss Freshki Zarcono." I state politely.

  "I-its fine..." She states, hesitating.

  "Please. Call me Verotep. In this moment, you may ask any questions you wish." I reassure her.

  "Ok... Uh, why are you plain..." She asks, then she winced.

  If I could, I would smirk. Out of all the questions, why ask that? Heh. "Ahem. It is due to the fact that a being of my station has a large amount of ornamentation. It makes one conspicuous. If needed, I could return it to its base state."

  "Uh, sorry. My next question, i guess, is how do you know about my previous world?"

  "For one, I believe a proper term would be previous reality. Second, because I know a necron to whom such has happened as well. Interesting, no?"

  "...it's you."

  "Unfortunately not. No."

  "It is... Others of your kind would just kill us all, just for existing. You however, are doing... whatever, by being here. What are you doing here, by the way? Are you just taking a pleasure cruise?"

  Hm. She seems to be picking up steam. Do I care if she knows? Hmmmmm. Noooooo? No. "If that is wat you think, then surely it is correct. Now, why am I here? For a vacation! Haha. Is there anything else?"

  "Why did you point a gun at my head?" She asks, looking annoyed.

  "Because I will not tolerate a potential champion of the immaterial. The galaxy was born free of its taint. The old ones infected this galaxy. The eldar made it worse. Humanity, may just kill it. I will not tolerate it." I state flatly.

  "Now, I would love to continue this chat, but I've much to think on, and I now have actual work to do. Thank you for your time, miss Zarcono. Good day." I turn and walk out without another word. I needed some messages sent to the tombworlds...