I’ve always considered the Cadian Kasrkin Corps as a set of personal heroes. In many ways, I hold more respect for them than even the venerated Astartes. It seems little to go to battle for the glory of the emperor if you are practically immortal, after all. I like having them aboard, and I find that I’ve grown to make a few friends with them as time has gone on. When we went to meet with Nixios, I suited up along with them, to conceal myself and to have a better view what was happening… and a better view is certainly what I got.
Once again, Elenora had no trouble capturing my eye, so much so that I had difficulty paying attention to the proceedings, which was fine because I had little to add. Stubber handled things well as he always did, and we came to an arrangement… one that I admit I find haunting, but not so much so that it will prevent my participation. Still, there are too many questions; a battle cruiser. A space hulked battle cruiser. Would it be the same as the Lionheart? Gellar fields and Daemons? My sword hopes so. I’m sure it was an impressive gesture when the Kroot joined us right in front of him, but not enough to make him budge too much. I wonder if we might have been able to swing a better deal than the 30-70 split we negotiated, but it will go far more smoothly I think if we take things as it goes now. With improved business, no doubt that 30 split will be quite large. It’s also hard to say what things will change in the future.
Once again, however Elenora stole my attention. I could tell she knew something, perhaps she was amused that Nixios was squirming, or maybe it was the smugness of knowing that things weren’t as we thought. I was glad for the helmet, otherwise my staring would have been quite rude. In the armor, she couldn’t have known I was, nor that I was even the one from before. Even so, I thought I caught her look my way once or twice- perhaps she did know. Finding that the hermetic suit had clensed some sort of custom pheromone added to the theory. No one else seemed to be effected, which tells me that it was meant for me… I’m not certain if I should be flattered or alarmed. I’m not sure whether I regret having my helmet on or not right now.
Leaving footfall was a good thing. It was neither a planet nor a ship, but something in between; I couldn’t make myself feel at ease in such a place. We had a month until we had to move upon the battle cruiser Nixios indicated, so in the mean time we’re setting out to recon our next objective. We set our sights on an old colony that had long since lost contact with the Imperium. It was a solid 4 days of travel, and I spent the time with my Cadian friends. I had hoped they might teach me a little more about weapon handling, tactical rifle handing and such; for some reason though, it didn’t come up. I did learn an awful lot about usage of improvised weaponry however, so the next time I need to hit someone with a bottle, I’m going to do it like a g****mn master.
We soon arrived on the planet, and found it quite interesting. There was hardly any vox traffic, and none of it off planet. The space was absolutely devoid of normal traffic. After landing on the planet, I was surprised to find that it showed signs of heavy population, very advanced cities. This was not the deathworld colony I had expected to be evacuated. After we landed, we were given a guarded reception, but it turned quite warm once it became clear that we were from the Imperium. They reported to us that quite some time back, there was a warp storm that had come into the system and it had been evacuated for that, and since then, the sister planet to it had been launching occasional assaults whenever it was close enough to launch them. Strange news indeed, because there was no storm when we arrived, and not really any sign of a storm. We attempted scans of the other planet, but found that they were jammed in several areas.
I had been concerned about the discrepancies in their report about the warp storm. If there had been one, why had it subsided? Could it return while we were trapped in the system and force us to land…perhaps indefinitely? Frankly, there was no way we could tell. Even in my time spent in the navy, and all the information of the void that I had, I simply did not consider myself competent to know. So naturally, I decided to consult perhaps the only one on board who could know, our Navigator Meseri. A short time later, he contacted me and asked me to come to his quarters. Admittedly, this was a fascinating request for me to receive, it would be the first time I’d ever actually spoken to an Eldar. He was taller than me, quite a bit so but not as much as I’d expected. It was strange seeing how human he appeared, I had never seen one without those strange conical helmets before. He was remarkably pleasant, but what he had to report was what really interested me. Evidently, there was no warp storm, not once here anytime in the recent past and nor was there any great danger of one forming. He detected something… evil on the sister planet as well. These are some interesting developments to say the least; it looks like we’ll have our work cut out for us.