Battle brother Raymius lay on his back, the battlefield was quiet now that the battle was over. Raymius thought back over what had happened, surrounded by the bodies of the fallen enemy and his battle brothers, they had fought bravely against overwhelming numbers of Tyranids. Raymius himself had slaughtered many of the vile creatures until something huge and black had come up behind him, he had reacted too slow and had paid the price for that mistake. The thing had ripped him in two, Raymius could not now even see where his legs lay, he was covered in blood and from the waist down...missing.

Raymius lay there, with the world around him coming and going to greyness, until he started to hear noises, movement, someone or something was picking over the bodies. Every now and then a strange noise, not unlike a thousand people quietly saying "wop" would float over the marine and then there would be more shuffling and rustling. Raymius opened his eyes as he heard the noise approach him, it was a Dire Avenger. Unmistakeable in it's blue armour and high helmet, the filthy Eldar scum was looting the corpses! If he had the strength, Raymius would teach the xeno a thing or two, but then he saw another figure... a marine... from the Imperial Fists! Why were they helping each other, and why would a marine stoop to looting corpses? Another shadow fell over Raymius, he could not see what it was, it bent over and placed something on his chest and then everything went black with a "wop".

As suddenly as it had gone black, it was immediately bright, strong lights positioned around a large metal-walled room, many more xeno scum were here and appeared to be stripping and sorting the equipment from the bodies. A shadow fell over Raymius and a voice said "This one's still alive, got no legs, but still moving" another voice answered "He said that he would want to see any survivors, plug him into some support and send it to Him". Raymius was dragged from the room, down a narrow corridor and into a room where he was fitted with a life support system and placed on a glav platform before being taken to meet whoever this "Him" was.

The first meeting between Raymius and The Scientist as he referred to himself, was strange to say the least. He was tall, for a normal human, thin and had messy grey hair and wild staring eyes. The Scientist wore a brightly coloured shirt (with flowers and strange trees on it) and khaki shorts with many bulging pockets with various tools and things hanging out here and there. Over these clothes The Scientist wore a white lab coat (open at the front for the moment) dirty, well used and with strange designs drawn over most of it, he would stand in front of the marine with his hands in the lab coat's pockets and stare intently at every part of what remained of Raymius.

They discussed The Scientists plans and it was clear to Raymius that he was insane. The discussion ended abruptly after The Scientist had talked about his immortality and Raymius had scorned him and preached about the Emperor, The Scientist had said he would show him what was what and had Raymius taken to another room, empty save for a small stage at one end. Raymius was positioned facing the stage.
The Scientist entered the room followed by a huge mechanical monstrosity, 10 feet tall at least, all pistons and sharp angles. The Scientist spent a great deal of time describing how he would create some new legs for Raymius using a similar pattern to that of the machine. Raymius was not interested and would rather just be killed than brainwashed and mechanised by this madman. After 2 or so hours, The Scientist then said he would show the marine something that would shake his faith in his "dead" emperor. "Heretic" thought Raymius "I'll see you die a painful death for this" he said aloud. The Scientist laughed at this for 10 minutes, breaking down into hysterics at least twice before saying "that is precisely why I have brought you here Raymius". While the marine was still trying to remember when this madman had discovered his name, The Scientist asked "are you a god?", Raymius answered "no", "ha, but you believe your Emperor is? We shall see..." The Scientist shouted "KILL" and the machine suddenly sprouted all manner of sharp implements and blades, Raymius tensed but could not move. He was not in danger though, the machine turned upon The Scientist and proceeded to tear him to pieces, blood and flesh were spread around the room in a flurry of violence. The screams of the madman (mixed with laughter) were still ringing in the marines ears when he was dragged from the room and taken to a holding chamber by hands unseen.

It could not have been more than an hour after this that the door to the room he was in was opened and Raymius was struck dumb, he could not believe what he was looking at... The Scientist stood there, as clear as day, a huge grin on his face and not a scratch on his body.
"You see" The Scientist said, "I am truly immortal"
"What trick is this, that could not have been you in that room" Said Raymius
"Oh it was" said The Scientist
They talked and Raymius questioned The Scientist about what had happened and could only conclude that he was present in the empty room. The Scientist even described what it felt like to be torn apart, and Raymius knew what this was like.
"We are alike, you see? Both torn asunder and now both here" The Scientist said.
"I am not like you" Replied Raymius
"No, indeed not. How rude of me, here I am uninjured and you still have no legs." Said The Scientist "where is your god emperor now, to bless you with new appendages? We both know where he is, you may call it a throne but it is a coffin. Is he here to save you from damnation? No. But I am here, I will always be here...Ha Ha. I will give you new legs, better legs and you will follow me to you next death and the death beyond that, again and again"
Raymius could not find the words to describe this man.
The Scientist continued "May I call you Ray?" and without waiting for a reply "Not that it matters, you will be number 11 soon. Well, Ray when someone asks if you are a god, you say YES! Ha Ha, well I do... What would your Emperor say? Oh nothing...because he's DEAD, HA HA!"

The Scientist left Raymius to the last of his thoughts before he gets the customary brainwash. He was still laughing as the door slid shut behind him, "What is life anyway? I think I'll go and check on the next body I'll have..."

The kabal's raiding party streamed out of the webway portal a short distance from the target city. Theirs' was a small kabal, and they had been pushed from the sector that they had raided for many years. It had been a while since they had had a good supply of souls and slaves and they were taking more and more risks to get them. Then they had discovered this planetary system; 3 habited planets and their associated moons, all full of people, little in the way of defensive measures, and far from aid in a relatively quiet sector of the galaxy. This could be the break they needed.

K'orashk watched as the first of the sleek crafts, bedecked with blades and spikes, reached the city and destroyed the meagre defences before they could retaliate. The city was now theirs to plunder. They would round up the population, harvest some souls immediately with the help of a Haemonculus, and then take the rest as slaves, minus those that had been promised to the Haemonculus in payment for joining them.

Everything worked out perfectly, the people behaved like the cattle they were and the soul harvesting was begun with the Haemonculus plying his trade with the utmost professionalism. K'orashk was already beginning to feel better than he had for months and it was clear that the rest of the raiding party were also feeling the benefit of the fresh souls. There was an atmosphere developing that K'orashk couldn't put his finger on, but didn't feel right. Maybe it was just that they had been starved of souls for so long, but K'orashk was experiencing sensations that were almost approaching that which he remembered from the better days in his past.

K'orashk felt himself smiling, and could see many of the others were also. He noticed that some of the raiders had laid down and were sleeping. This was not right, he knew it, but K'orashk felt like sleeping was a good idea, it was the right thing to do, and he slumped to the ground. He saw the Haemonculus stumbling about, before his vision became too blurred to focus on his surroundings. K'orashk laid his head down on his arm and closed his eyes, a smile still on his face.

K'orashk awoke in a strange metal room. He could see nothing but 3 plain metal walls and found that he was strapped to an upright surface, also metal, and just slightly wider than his shoulders. The room smelt unfamiliar and sterile and he could hear no noises. After a short while, K'orashk discerned the sound of footsteps approaching and then heard a door open into the room. "Drugs" a voice said behind him. "Carefully selected, dosed, targeted and delivered." the voice continued. A man walked around to stand in front of K'orashk and smiled "That should answer the important question you have. The people of that planet had been infused with a cocktail of drugs that would neither affect them nor be metabolised by them. I just had to wait for someone like you to come along". K'orashk went to shout abuse and demand to be released, but found that he could not talk, could not make a noise. The man looked at him "Ah yes, a side effect of the drugs. That will wear off in a day or so." The man studied K'orashk and mumbled to himself for a while. K'orashk struggled against his restraints, "I see you are eager to get going. Let's see if your motor skills have remained unaffected" the man said and reached behind the metal plate that K'orashk was strapped to.

As soon as the straps released him, K'orashk sprung into a fighting stance and attacked the man. He aimed to plunge his fingers into the man's throat... and missed, the man was standing behind him and yet did not appear to have moved. K'orashk spun and struck out with his foot... again, he missed. The man did move out of the way, but it was such a subtle move K'orashk only just missed. He attacked again and again, using all his skills, moving as fast as his trained body could go. Every time, the man seemed to be one step ahead. He could not move as fast as K'orashk, but his timing was perfect and his movements always put him out of harms way. K'orashk continued to twirl and twist, attempting to land a blow with any part of his body. It would have only taken a handful of attacks to end a fight with one of his peers, and yet this simple human had remained untouched for hundreds.

"I see everything appears to be in working order..." The man said while ducking a backhand chop "...you can stop now and sit down." He said. K'orashk stopped immediately and slumped to the floor, in spite of himself. "First stage programming. You'll do anything I say." The man smiled again. "More to do before you can be used though, and don't worry about not connecting, I know everything that you do and more besides, I can read you like a book." The man explained as if he were talking to a child. "But anyway..." He said waving an arm "...I've been having a chat with your Haemonculus... Interesting chap. Knows almost everything there is to know about torture. I'm now educating him in something he didn't know about; Poetry. I left him listening to a selection of poems by Grunthos the Flatulent. I'm sure it will be very... educational, for him. Had to put him in a form of stasis so that he would survive. Ha Ha. Must be off, you had a great deal of equipment I want to study."
The Scientist left K'orashk in silence, sitting on the floor of a metal room.

Putty. Putty. Putty.
Green Putty - Grutty Peen.
Grarmpitutty - Morning!
Pridsummer - Grorning Utty!
Discovery..... Oh.
Putty?..... Armpit?
Armpit..... Putty.
Not even a particularly
Nice shade of green.
As I lick my armpit and shall agree,
That this putty is very well green.

SN-DE 012: Just as with their relatives of the craftworlds, these "Dark" Eldar have their souls tied to the false-god Slaanesh and their bodies become useless after death. Unlike their counterparts, they don't use these spirit stone things to prevent their own consumption, they attempt to avoid death altogether by, ironically, consuming the souls of other beings. They now have to do this or they slowly loose their own soul over time. The experiment I have running at the moment has reached a tipping point whereby the originally aggressive warrior is now so weak, so drained, that he has started to beg for help. So weak that he is barely breathing and might not last another year, let alone another decade.

SN-DE 056: I have found that I can imbue the essence of one of these Darkies, He He, Dark-Ees, I made a funny, Ha Ha. ...one of these Darkies into a device of my construction, housing a normal Sprit-stone. The essence is distilled and concentrated down, as it were, to keep a Dark Eldar warrior alive and well, without consuming souls, almost indefinitely. This will prove most efficient.