Strike Without Meaning [Open]

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Alendian knelt in a large, flat, and obstacleless area - one she had created for this sensorium trial. Robed and without armor, she had a long rifle in her hands. Slowly, she plinked away at incoming targets far, far out in the distance. Metal machines with weapons that glowed a bright green. No, there was no danger since she had set them to just march forth. No attacks, no weapons blazing. Just mindless machines. Mindless so she could keep her own mind wandering while knocking off head after head on the metallic skeletal creatures known as Necrons.

For Alaitoc Eldar, what she was doing was wrong. She was using a weapon and skills she had gained on a previous path in life but Alendian wasn't quite known for her rule following. Still, she was forced to wonder how much the situation had changed from home. Was this the right thing? Was making use of what she knew really going to cause problems on a scale larger than she could view? Alendian had it in mind to ask the Farseer but she wasn't from Alaitoc. Just as Alendian couldn't understand why the Biel-tan were so aggressive, the Farseer would probably have trouble understanding why those from Alaitoc were so strict.

It probably wouldn't hurt to ask in the end.

With a barely audible noise, another shot left the rifle and pinged into a head of yet another Necron. Releasing a sigh, she realized it was going to be a long day.

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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"What was that sigh for? That was a pretty good shot." Synthetic Human decloaking off the port bow Zouichi had wondered what Alendian was doing, since this particular exercise didn't look very challenging... But perhaps she was thinking something over. That's what humans did, didn't they? Engage in mindless activity while they were processing their latest problem.

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"It was there for you to not intrude upon my personal thoughts." Which signified that, yes, she was thinking of something. Relating it to humans was no good either since mental preoccupation seemed to be a past time across many different cultures.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Sorry, Alendian. Zouichi knows humans. Therefore you will be getting compared to humans in 3... 2...

Irritation when interrupted: fairly typical behavior for a preoccupied human.

"I'm merely here to collect on a promise. You mentioned you'd show me your stealth technology." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Unless you've forgotten?"

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She halted the oncoming Necrons and pulled herself to her feet. Sheesh.

"You are fortunate because you arrived at a proper time." Alendian tugged at her white robe...or more accurately described as cloth covering most of her body that had a hood.

"This is it."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi looked curiously at the robe. "Mimetic coating?"

There were stealth technologies in personal use on Earth, too, but none of them looked quite like Alendian's clothing.

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"Cameleoline." With that, she willed the cloak to work and it did. It completely turned her invisible, except for her head and rifle which were not covered. A search on any spectrum of vision would reveal nothing was there. Glorious Eldar technology.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "Not bad. Heat signature?"

Human stealth suits generally didn't take the form of robes -- too loose, too many variables to account for. Better to tailor the fit to the body.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

Did someone mention aggressive? Because someone has found the Necron Sensorium assault, and he's cleaving into them, a frenzied dervish of black and white armor, shattering breastplates and severing heads with the zealous abandon of an Emperor's champion. As usual, he doesn't even notice the Eldar at first. War has called him, and he answered.

[quick_strike]

War may have called but the Necron aren't answering. Alendian watches the scene through her scope with a smile but even in a rage, Erhart should be able to notice that the Necron aren't responding. More teleport in to replace the ones being destroyed but they don't even raise a weapon at Erhart or even look at him.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

With a wrench, he removes his helmet, looking around him in a pile of shattered black skeletons.

"What is going on here?"

[quick_strike]

She snorted in response. Though far away, she could hear him just fine and she was sure of the opposite, thanks to his horrific modifications to his body.

"Only a fool would attempt to recreate the ancient enemy fully in this machine. That would be asking for more trouble than it is worth."

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"I recreated the forces of the Archenemy with no difficulty. Do you fear these techno-abominations so much that you can't even face them here?"

[quick_strike]

"I do not fear them. I know them. Our race has been fighting these vile abominations since before humans existed. They are even more dangerous than the ravenous Tyranids."

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"They're just raiders, nothing more. Why is it that the Eldar have faced so many things and crushed none of them? Were you always so weak?"

[shootingblancs]

"A pretty girl and a crack shot? Be still my heart."

Yep, that's a voice coming from behind you. And a young man standing at the sensorium door with his arms crossed over his chest.

[quick_strike]

Her head turned back to look and she scowled. Being hit on by a human...looks like he took her first in that area. Not that it mattered since Alendian would be hard pressed to find a human attractive.

"Not interested."

[shootingblancs]

"Well, that's a shame. Your loss," he shook his head with an exaggerated sigh.

"You're not bad with that thing. Military?"

[quick_strike]

"In your terms, yes. In my terms, 'Aspect Warrior'. But do not be fooled. This is a weapon I should have given up using years ago." Which was part of the problem she was facing. She pulled herself back up to her feet and shouldered the rifle so she could face the guy.

[futureisclear.livejournal.com]

Ah. Necrons. Servants of the C'Tan. ANd here was the only other Eldar on board, carefully blowing them apart with shots from a longrifle. Ildraniath watched impassively for a few minutes and then finally stepped forward to crouch next to Alendian. She'd never taken the path of the wanderer when she younger. She'd stayed aboard the craftworld, honed her skills and had once walked the path of the warrior.

"Revisiting an old ally?"

Ah, euphemisms.

[quick_strike]

"Yes. And wondering if it is the right thing to do."

As far as the Necrons were concerned, Alend's craftworld carried a different story. One they seemed reluctant to share, in the least. So much information had been lost over time and hording it seemed...odd, in her opinion. None of it mattered anymore, of course.

"Where I am from, this would be considered the wrong thing to do. Carrying over things from our other paths in life is not our way. I myself wonder if that should matter now."

[futureisclear.livejournal.com]

"It is... unusual, but I see nothing wrong with using the memories and experiences of your past life to aid you in the now. The point of walking the Path of the Warrior is to learn how to control your anger. The Path of the Wanderer to slake your wanderlust and restlessness. If we could not learn, we would not survive."

Slightly unorthodox, but Ulthwe tended to care more about results.

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"I am not wise nor is my mind's eye open to the depths of the universe but I do question things. If we...everyone here are in this situation, do we still need to fear the Great Enemy? Is She even," she paused to gesture around her, "out there?"

By 'She', Alendian meant Slaneesh, obviously. The thought had crossed her mind more than once but she never thought to question it because it was a constant fear her entire life. Why would she question it now?

[futureisclear.livejournal.com]

"I would rather not find out the difficult way," Ildraniath replied, "It is best to be cautious when it comes to Her. Letting your guard down could prove disastrous - so I will continue my vigilance and I would suggest you do the same."

[quick_strike]

"Of course." She hooked her rifle to her back and pulled herself up. "Then, in your opinion, as long as I continue to exercise what I have learned and need to do as an Aspect Warrior, whatever skills I choose to train in my extra time does not matter?"

[futureisclear.livejournal.com]

Ildraniath dipped her head in a nod, "Of course."

She looked up, meeting Alendian's gazed. There was a distant coldness in her eyes and voice, "Do whatever you must do to preserve the future for the Eldar race. I sanction it."