Strangely Beautiful Daemonette of Slaanesh
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The shuttle swooshed down wards onto the pad as the wind whipped up red sand everywhere.
"Just bring it down slow," said one of the foremen.
As the doors opened a man appeared in a pressure suit. It was one of the planetary governors Magistrates. As he stepped down from the metal ramp he walked toward the foreman holding up his hand as he tried to keep the red sand from getting on his visor.
"Good afternoon sir!" yelled the foreman over the wind.
"Isn't it?" replied the Magistrate sarcastically, "Show me inside."
"Yes sir! This way!" the foreman yelled motioning him to the metal door.
As they transgressed over the long metal walkway the Magistrate looked down to see what appeared to be dozens of other people in pressure suits drilling on the sides of steep cliffs. It looked extremely dangerous as one slip could send a man to his death. The space between the cliff and the walk space was only 4 feet at most.
The magistrate looked on in curiosity as he held onto the hand rails, looking while at the same time walking forward. As he looked he accidently bumped into the foreman.
"Excuse me, I was looking at the miners," spoke the Magistrate.
"Oh don't worry about it," said the foreman punching in the key code to the metal door.
As the door steamed it slide open with the foreman leading the Magistrate inside. Once inside the door slid shut behind them.
"Airlock engaging," a computerized voice said.
The rusted metal room steamed around them as the room was pressurized and filled with oxygen. Then the door infront of them opened revealing a locker room filled with pressure suits.
"Come, this way," said the foreman.
"What were those miners doing on those cliffs? That seems very dangerous," asked the Magistrate moving through the door and into the locker room.
"Oh them? Those are servitors, you didn't actually think we'd put real people out there did you? By the way, keep your pressure suit on, where going into the mines,"
"Right... do any ever fall off?" asked the magistrate following the Foreman into a hallway where other workers were moving about.
"All the time, but I guess it's necessary to get ore out," replied the Foreman.
As they moved through the hallway many workers greeting the magistrate, recognizing him by his expensive looking suit, they obviously were informed of his arrival that day. Did they know the reason to why he was there? To why he had been directed by the planetary governor? More than likely.
"So, anyway... about this relic..." The Magistrate eventually had to start talking business but the strange thing was that the Foreman seemed almost annoyed by him asking that question.
"Yes the relic, as I described it previously... It's in the lower mines, one of the servitors' drilled into it, strange thing is, it wasn't damaged at all. In fact, the drill got bent when it tried to power through it," The foreman said as he led the Magistrate into an elevator.
"And you know this how?" asked the Magistrate as the Foreman pressed an elevator button.
"Servitors video chip," Duh thought the foreman, "You'll be able to see this thing first hand and report it to the governor."
The magistrate nodded and cracked his knuckles out of nervousness.
The elevator drifted downwards, since the door was a metal grate, the duo could see through at the different levels. When the magistrate looked through the door at the levels he could see the workers moving about. At first the people moving looked basically the same, then it started to get different. The walls between the levels were no longer metal, but red colored rock. Then, normal workers started to change into pressure suit mechanics working on a power socket in the hallway, or a few burley men walking around. The most peculiar thing the magistrate saw was a man sitting facing the corner on the way farside of one of the levels. The magristrate brushed it off, figuring he was either seeing things or the man was working on something.
The elevator stopped with a *CLANK* and the grated door slid open. In front of the duo, there was no longer a bright hallway, but a utility lighted hallway filled what looked like naked men sleeping standing up. The Foreman opened the door and walked forward leading the Magistrate into the room.
"Reports for the foreman, Reports for the foreman, Reports for the foreman," said what looked like a naked half metal man with a glowing red eye.
"God damn! Isaac! I thought you fixed this one!" yelled the foreman.
A man in a pressure suit appeared with a holopad and a utility pack.
"I tried!" he yelled angerily.
"Woah, woah," said the foreman, "When's the last time you got sleep Isaac?"
"I don't know, sorry sir, I've just been feeling off lately," replied Isaac.
The foreman put his hand on Isaac's shoulder then motioned his head at the magistrate and murmured something the magistrate couldn't hear. Then the foreman and Isaac turned to him.
"We're almost there, Isaac and I will lead you to the Airlock elevator, then we'll go by rover to the relic, I've already have a team down there taking log of it," said the foreman.
"Of course, lead on," said the Magistrate with a nod.
The trio walked towards a large freight elevator at the other side of the hallway. This one was obviously more advanced, and expensive. As they entered the air steaming happened again. Then they descended once more.
The ride down was a little uneasy for the magistrate. He felt a strange feeling in his gut. It told him to leave, and how he wanted to. The lower they went, the more the feeling coursed its way into his stomach. Again he cracked his knuckles.
The door slid open to reveal a huge canopy of red rock, the ceiling of the mine had to be at least 200 feet high. It wasn't a clean cut, this cave had to have existed before they started mining. There were a lot of steep cliffs and beds of large rock formations, but these were already visibly mined out. It would have been more beautiful if it wasn't almost pitch black. The only reason he was able to make out the canopy and the rock formations was because of the utility light set up. He also could see the occasional flicker of a servitor's red eye.
Isaac pointed toward the pump station next to the elevator. There were 3 rovers parked with a few drums of fuel.
"Alright get on," said the foreman almost angrily.
The magistrate cocked his head at the tone of the foreman's voice. But it was of no matter. Soon he would be gone, out of this emperor forsaken hell hole and back on the orbiting space station. All he had to do was take a few notes, a log, and a recommendation to the governor, then he was free to leave.
The three hopped on the vehicle with Isaac entering the driver's seat which was a single spot in the front. There were two other seats on a higher level behind.
As the Magistrate climbed on board the voice inside him that told him to go back grew louder. It was almost frightening to him. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind again trying to crack his knuckles but they wouldn't crack.
The rover sped backwards and turned towards the inlet that lead through the rock formations. It was very dark and the only way they could see where they were going was the rover's headlights. They bumped over rocks as they made their way to the so called "relic".
Then something started to happen as they continued. The magistrate started to feel a want. Almost like an envy. He felt like he wanted something that he couldn't have. He couldn't put his finger on it. He began to feel angry. Just a little bit though. This made him more nervous.
I'll just take the stupid log and I'll be gone in 20 minutes he thought.
"Hey, Trisha and Andrath are you there?" Said the foreman pushing a button on his helmet for his vox-caster.
*shshshshShshshshshsshsh*
"I'm not getting any contact, they probably left," the foreman said to Isaac, "Or my vox is messed up,"
"What frequency are you on? I'll try," said the magistrate.
"4003.320," replied the foreman without emotion.
He wanted some validation that the team was there. He made himself not think of why he would need validation at all.
"Relic team are you there? over," he said.
*shshshshshshlovesshshshshs*
"Did you hear that? on the vox?" asked the magistrate.
The foreman turned to the magistrate and looked at him then looked away.
"Didn't hear a thing." replied the foreman.
*shshshshshshlovshshshsperfshsdeashshshsh*
A chill ran up the Magistrates spine and the rover finally stopped. He felt more angry, a glimpse of fire ran up his neck and through his head. He almost wanted to punch the foreman. He was so rude. He was so disgraceful and worthless. The whole assignment was bs anyways.
"It's just over this way," said Isaac pointing in a direction of a sort of cave then unbuckling himself and climbing over the rover's side.
The other two did the same as they followed Isaac into the dark cave.
DONT GO IN THERE
The magistrate pressed through his nerves out of anger and envy.
"I don't give a gak..." murmured the foreman under his breath.
fething foreman, fething rover, fething relic
DON'T DO IT
The three moved into the cave their headlamps guiding their way over the uneven terrain. Then a whisper of cold air shot its way up through the magistrates chest. Then he saw it, it was just the tip of what looked like to be a cube. As he moved closer to it his body became dazzled with pins and needles.
What's happening to me?
"What the feth is goin-"
He blinked his eyes for a second to see a face of divine beauty. It was so perfect, so flawless. It made his heart sink with want. He wanted it. He wanted it for himself. He wanted to succumb to it. All he wanted was to become apart of it and swim in the luscious beauty of what it was. HE WANTED IT.
I'LL GIVE MY LIFE
I'LL GIVE MY SOUL
I'LL GIVE MY BEING
"MINE!" yelled the foreman jumping on Isaac who fought back leaping on him trying to smash him with his fists.
The magistrate didn't notice. He just stepped over the rocks and towards the tip of the sparkling relic. It was his. He could have it. He could have it for himself. OH JOY! IT WAS HIS! ALL HIS! HE COULD TOUCH IT! HE COULD HAVE IT! HE COULD SUCCUMB TO IT! HE COULD TASTE THE ENDEVOURS OF HIS EXISTANCE!
He smiled perversely as he stepped over the rocks and towards the sparkling tip of the jewel sought after.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" screamed Isaac smashing a rock on the foreman's visor. The visor cracked and steamed as the foreman screamed at the top of his lungs. The saliva in his mouth boiled from the heat then after his 5 second scream, he asphyxiated from the pressure and died.
THIS IS YOURS
THIS IS YOUR HOME
THIS IS YOURS
"MINE!" the Magistrate yelled running towards the relic. When he reached it he put his hands on it. The magistrate was not the magistrate anymore. His mind twisted inside out and inside again. It turned a churned into a soup of imaginable want and envy. His soul trapped for eternity.
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