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[Shrugs] You'd be surprised at what we understand. I may not be logical, but I am a political officer.

Previously I had to fill out paperwork to even get breakfast. The complexity of the Imperium is both surprising and depressing.

Breakfast, you try getting them to give you a suit of Terminator armour, seriously, took 2 weeks just to fill out the forms.

it would have been quicker to fly to mars and make the request in person....

So the Eldar came back, then. I have made you atone for your crimes, so perhaps we may move on from here.

*gestures to Eldar scalps*

At least my hunt fought and understood why I fought them. Now, BC, I hate to make you relive your death, but do you know if Frank was there when the bomb went off?

*chuckles softly*
Human, I have been fighting for over 50 years, sometimes with your kind, sometimes against. And in all my years your kind has NEVER understood. We try to warn you about threats that are coming, and you choose to ignore them, believing that we're lying to you. And when the Dark Kin raid you choose to believe that it is the Craftworlds who strike at you, even though it is obvious that we don't care about that. Let me inform you. You understand NOTHING.

*to 2BJ1*
You dare hunt my kin?
*eyes glow with power*
You might want to run wretch, before I rip your soul apart.

Just fifty years? Sit down, casual.
*A semi-sphere of screens begins forming behind me; each displaying a Windows 40,000 startup logo*

50 Years, 200 give or take a few. From Early Legion, Redacted to the Invasion on Prosapro, never came across Eldar in that time, your lot seemed to keep your distance during the Golden years. We where wining, we had taken more ground than ever.

Until the damned fool Horus....

*tugs beard*
damned fool destroyed us all

Who said I was only 50 years old? That's just how long I've been fighting for. I've spent 300 years prior to that walking various Paths of the Eldar. Sometimes I miss my time on the Path of the Healer.
*sighs*

I spent a few hundred years as a combatant in the Mechanicus, maybe forty before that as a civillian. It was not fun getting here.
*Shivers*

Marla posted some of your work from the path of the painter, it was interesting if not very confusing.

Now I feel young, only ,200, but 200 of mankind's greatest years and a few of its darkest

[Shakes head] Unlike other cultures, ours is less a tradition or philosophy, and more a dictatorship. Look at how many times they kidnap or harm their own people. Look at the fact Externinatus even exists...
[Takes off hat and rubs head] And I'm not claiming that's a good thing. But I'm not responsible for what the Imperium does.

But if you'd deign to explain what you're doing, I could give it a go trying to grasp the concept.

Now I feel really young...

A very nice painting, yes. Terrible backdrop though. Fething Macha.
*Looks at Co'tor*
How old are you?

*sighs*
Alright, I suppose I probably should try to give your kind some credit. In the past your kind hasn't given me much reason to, but I suppose I should try to
*straightens a little*
Basically, without revealing any secrets of my kind, you are very important to the Seer Council of Iybraesil, my home. While I don't know all the specifics apparently you are a topic of interest amongst the seers of the Council. When you appeared to be in danger in my vision it caused some trepidation amongst the Council members, so I was sent to assure them of your safety

Was not so grim before. We where genocidal, but not the same xenocide, we had hope, heck our tech was improving and the life was not too awful.

It was a better Time bc. Its this new post Horus version that's so grim and dark, people forgot the impirial truth.

 Verviedi wrote:
A very nice painting, yes. Terrible backdrop though. Fething Macha.
*Looks at Co'tor*
How old are you?

Biologically? 26 Tau'cyr. That would be about 21 of your human years. I'm mid-30s chonologicaly, but that's what stasis travel will do to you.

 Verviedi wrote:
A very nice painting, yes. Terrible backdrop though. Fething Macha.
*Looks at Co'tor*
How old are you?

Are you insulting my painting human?
*eyes glow with power*
You may have come into your power, but I am still far more powerful than you

Whoa whoa whoa! Easy now! I said it was a great painting, but what she used it for ruined it in my eyes.
And everyone elses.
Seriously? A wood chipper?

Tau, oh yeah that fish race that we never met back in my day. You where still in casves right?

Hey , can,t we augment him, we have a medic, a eldar and a tech priest. We could add a few hundred years I'm sure!

[Considers] ... is an Eldar council like a government?

The only reason I could see that your people would care about my safety would be the effect my death would have in terms of Slaanesh. I know you're on the cusp versus the ruinous powers. [Rubs neck] But surely I'm not that lost at this point.

*space wolf jokes* I've seen inside your head, your not lost but that was some odd stuff your into.

Sorry, my powers can be awkward, though. *makes spectral wolf puppies bound up and curl next to everyone*

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Considers] ... is an Eldar council like a government?

The only reason I could see that your people would care about my safety would be the effect my death would have in terms of Slaanesh. I know you're on the cusp versus the ruinous powers. [Rubs neck] But surely I'm not that lost at this point.

Now THAT, I cannot tell you. Just rest assured that the Eldar have an interest in your safety

*adorable spectral wolf puppy starts nosing wk and being generally cute*

Hey, just because we do war, we can do puppies.

Ooc beacause puppies lol

*scratches the puppy idly*
*begins to meditate, runes swirl around me*

[Looks slightly disquieted] Please stay out of my head. Some of those thoughts are planted by Perron to feth with Inquisitorial psykers.
...especially the one with the cordless vacuum cleaner. And the one where I set fire to a Xenos orphanage. Only around half of those things ever happened, and not always the half you'd expect.
[Looks at Kimmy] And she can't see in there at all, she just sees images of tanks. Had a bit of help there. I don't like lying, but she's not old enough to see me at my worst.

I'm not running from a murderer of innocents. If you have a problem with me making you pay for your crimes, then say it. I must warn you though, your Eldar have helped me make my psychic abilities gain in strength.

You should wear*looks up ibay quickly and floats data slate over*

Necklace of nullification, limits your minds ability to be read, comes in pink and gun metal.

Only 2,500 credits, on sale. 50% off.

Ooc 4 psykers, ooh could be fun.

*chuckles softly*
You may have acquired powers, but you are no match for my psychic might. I committed no crime, you threatened me with the gloom prism, so I removed it from the Room. You murdered several innocents because you thought it would prove you right. Who is the real monster here? But if you wish to challenge me, then prepare yourself.
*eyes glow bright with power and the wind begins to pick up inside the Room*

*sits back with ale to watch seal clubbing*

Now, wait, eh your powers barely register, not even past...
Oh this will be funny

Oh, for feth's sake.
*The wind begins to slow down as the climate-control system goes full blast*

*shakes head, and clucks disappointedly at WK*

That is where you are wrong. The Krootox had set down the gloom prism, and you got rid of the Krootox, not the gloom prism. And my hunt was against warriors, who I had talked to and explained why I brought arms against them before I fought and defeated. My kills were honorable, yours was one in panic, and unjust. Not just that, you sought to misdirect me from my goal by sending me to Hrud.

*gives a small, sad smile*

They weren't enough to stop me.

*gestures to the Hrud rugs in front of a fireplace*

I thought they would make the place more festive.