Murderous Marauder
Location: Eol Sha
Tag:
Diarch Rellik
Extra: Shard of Heresy | Skittral Glider | Hunting Pack | Glimmering Oil
Eol Sha, a planet that had only been rather recently come under the control of the Diarchy, and even now was but a fringe outpost of the growing territory. A brutal planet, where volcanic wastes and plateaus dominated the surface, where sulfuric acid was spewed out in hot steamgeysers, and where the air was scorching hot and nearly unbearable to breathe. Still, it was here that the exiled Bryn'adul, the former Marauder of the Titan found herself in the search of stronger creatures to fight, to dominate and to convert. She knew as soon as her biologically altered vessel reached the surface, that this place was going to be a true hotbed of predatory life, not that it looked on first sight as if there would be any actual life on the surface, but Hraelga...or Hraelesh as some had started to call her within the Bryn'adul castes, had seen the potential of life in this place, she was sensitive to such things due to the glimmering oil coursing through her veins, practically guiding her to new life to infect and to convert.
After a short walk across the ashen plateaus, halfmolten rock and lakes of nearly plasmatic lava, the corrupted Aeravalin noticed movement in the distance; about a few hundred paces away from a small mound of slag she had perched upon, she could see humies, wretched pinkskins in protective suits doing some sort of meassurements on the plateau. Hraelga had no clue what these strange, soft creatures were doing, but she hated all of them, more than most of her former kind, for she had seen the brutality and cruelty these softskins had hidden deep within them, she had felt the overwhelming pain they could make others suffer and she had felt how some of these softskins had continuously injected her with unknown substances, how they watched as she was broken and rebuilt over and over again. Only THAT one, only the one with the monstrous golden and crimson eyes, only that one she did not hate, but fear to the core of her being.
"What are these softskins doing...?" She muttered to herself in a series of clicks and gutteral sounds, licking her lips as she decided that in the end it did not matter. Whatever the softskins were doing, it would not matter to her, all they needed to be was a proper warmp up. After all, she was still certain that life was present on the planet, perhaps if she was lucky, the fresh smell of these softskins' entrails could entice the planet's life to reveal itself.
Without hesitation, the exiled drael leapt from her position right in between the handful of softskins in protective gear, relishing the expressions they showed from behind their plasteel protections. With a single swipe, Hraelga's long, sharp claws managed to bisect two of the softskins, while a third was not given any chance to react when her hand reached for the softskin's helmet and plopped it off of the being's protective gear: head and all inside it. "Too easy, you softskins are pointlessly easy to kill...where are those of you who possess the magicks? Where are the ones that were called the... Jah'dah'i?"
Her attention, momentarily weakened, suddenly had her snap back to reality when she remembered there were two more softskins, which had clearly decided to make a run for it. Turning around and scanning the horizon, she let out a gutteral sounding tone akin to a laugh when she realized those softskins were only fast when it came to running for their lives. A futile effort, but still remarkable how they could be so fast only in such situations. With her nose, her tongue, her very being picking up the scent and the sensation of those softskins, her legs began to move, carrying Hraelga with great speed (yet still much slower than what she used to be capable of in the olden days) to what looked like some sort of square rock. It was what these softskins called a 'building'...out of duracrete. Tilting her head a bit upon reaching the structure, the former Bryn'adul Marauder slammed her hand against the metal door that shut her out, tearing the heavy metal apart like as if it were tissuepaper.
The screams coming from the structure were intense, the sound permeating the area beyond and drawing in massive creatures traversing the molten lava. But then the structure went silent, with Hraelga emerging, dripping with the lifeblood of those softskins, settling herself on top of the small square, duracrete structure, holding what looked like a head with a spine attached to it in her hand. "This was pointless... softskins can't even hurt me...they are so flawed."
The recording of what had happened in the research outpost had been sent to the nearest active military outpost of the Diarchy, the recording showing the last remaining scientist hastily stating to the camera who he was and what their business on Eol SHa had been, while it was clear that in the background a door was being forced open, torn off of its heavy hinges with relative ease. Screams could be heard, the sound of bones snapping, muscles and skin tearing spread in the background and before the holomessage was completed, a hand with long, white claws grasped the head of the scientist pleading for help, until with a sudden rip and tear, the scientist's head popped off of their body, with their spine being viscerally ripped out of the body. The message ended and was sent in all of its gruesome truth onto the network of the Diarchy...
