trans_9 | Strike Without Meaning [Open]

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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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.

"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."

"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.

"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?

"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."

"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?"

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."

"That relieves my conscience some." Her eyes turned back to the distance where the metallic enemies were.

"Tell me what you know of the Necrons. In my travels, I have learned that some craftworlds are less knowledgeable of them than others. With yours so close to the Eye, I have never visited there for obvious reasons."

"I know that they are and were the enemies of the Old Ones and that we scoured them from the galaxy eons ago. And that they are mostly dormant now. I know that we oppose them where ever they appear, even at the cost of others," Ildraniath shrugged, "My main concern was Her, never them, I'm afraid."

"Considering your location, your priorities would be different. I bring it up simply because there is one leader they have that all Eldar should beware. He has managed to confound our Farseers and destroy one of our warhosts by tangling the webs of fate in a way that was impossible to read. If he were to ever be here..." Alendian shrugged in return. It would be simple to say that she might find herself in the brig for a while if that happened.

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