128 – Trouble in Paradise?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I guess that’s that,” I hummed. “They probably got bored with wasting energy on something futile.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It is much more likely that the Overlord whose territory we just left loathes the guts of whoever we irritated on the other side of the Rift,” Val retorted, being the foremost expert of Necron psychology on the ship.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Meh,” I shrugged. “What’s important is that we are officially in Tau space … or will be once we enter the next system. Hurray!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Selene gave me a soft chuckle while fae pped excitedly. It only took a pat to the head to get her out of her post-almost-dying-on-the-ork-ship depression. She was back to brown nosing me, which I was honestly not sure if it was better or not. <i><span style="font-weight:400">I don’t have the heart to just stomp on her happiness because I’m weirded out a bit.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now we just have to stumble our way to the other side of the Tau Empire and we’re golden,” I said as my gravitational sensors were working overtime to detect any spacecraft before they detected us. My Illusions and camouge carapace was a thought away from going online, but having it constantly on while drifting through deep space would be wasteful as all hell. “Stealth or diplomacy? What are we thinking, crew?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Diplomacy,” Selene spoke up before the snort working its way out of Val’s throat could fully form. She gave her teacher — <i><span style="font-weight:400">I guess that’s what he is to her?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> — a reproachful re. “The Tau, for a change, are a race amenable to the diplomatic approach. They would respect you more for going that direction, though I suppose it does depend on the specific Water Caste member you get assigned as your handler / liaison.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I sent her a nod, then nced at Val. “Any counter arguments?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It is likely they’d prefer to send you somewhere themselves, and not allow you to act freely and go wherever you please.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Would they though?” I hummed. “And even if they did, the Tau have no protections against Telepathy. All I’d need is a small nudge to make sure they let me be. Or, to make them assign me where I want to be assigned.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They might feel something is amiss,” he said, though I could practically smell the resignation in his aura. <i><span style="font-weight:400">You should learn to ept a loss.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even if they do,” I said. “What are they going to do if we just … teleport away and continue on our way under stealth?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They <i><span style="font-weight:400">do </i><span style="font-weight:400">have advancedmunication systems that could inform their counterparts near your destination about you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wiping their minds before leaving should be easy,” I shrugged. “And even if not, it is what it is. I’m willing to risk that much. I doubt they would turn away practically free mercenaries on the front.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Val still looked sour as a lemon, but held his tongue. Selene looked mostly happy, probably to be back in a somewhat civilised society while Fae and Bob just nodded along in the background.
<span style="font-weight:400">I gave Zedev a nce. As I should have expected, he ignored the conversation. His mind was whirling a thousand miles a second, I could tell it, but he kept to himself. Oh well.
<span style="font-weight:400">As for our newest mushroom.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We ain’t gonna scrap with the Fish’eads?” he asked from his spot in the corner.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No,” I said. “We are going to fight for them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But they break like twigs.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They have fancy toys though,” I shrugged. “And can make me fancy toys of my own that don’t look like a middle schooler’s science project.”
<span style="font-weight:400">His jaws snapped shut at thest part, looking mostly confused at why I didn’t like his mek boys’ attempt at making stuff. He didn’t seem to get the idea that they were ugly as sin.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">And their knowledge isn’t even gic so I can’t eat it. Shame. </i><span style="font-weight:400">I tried. I tried three times even, just to make sure. Coincidentally, Throgg made three mek boyz yesterday. Wonder where they went.
Well, that wasn''t quite right. There<em>was</em>knowledge coded into their gics, but it didn''t work for me. Not at all. Sucks, but it is what it is.
<span style="font-weight:400">Anyway, with no Tau or any other ship in sensor range, I reached further for a muchrger gravitational well. Space was vast and empty, so I wasn’t surprised when the nearest star system was five light years away.
<span style="font-weight:400">My sensors worked on a simple metric. The further away stuff was, the more gravity it had to generate for me to feel it. I could feel separate star systems for about a hundred light years away, but beyond that it all blended together.
<span style="font-weight:400">Spaceships though? Barely a single Lightyear if they were small stealth or scout crafts.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Found ourselves a destination,” I said. “We’ll take a stop there in the asteroid belt for a few days while I rebuild the ship to look serviceable and presentable for the blueys.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So another few days of thumb fiddling?” Selene asked neutrally. I couldn’t tell whether she was annoyed or didn’t care at all.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Curse you Val for teaching her how to cloak her emotions. </i><span style="font-weight:400">Well, not that I thought she was angry with me. She was adept at making that known even to someone denser than a neutron star.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">She probably just doesn’t want to bother me with her boredom and disappointment. </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene was an adorable little marshmallow like that. <i><span style="font-weight:400">I can leave working on the ship to drones or a clone driven by my mind cores. I really should spend more time with Selene outside of fighting together.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’ll see,” I smiled at her. “We could go exploring a bit while the ship is rebuilt and Throgg here poptes it with his boys.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Exploring?” Selene hummed, tilting her head curiously. <i><span style="font-weight:400">My heart.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yep,” I said as I bounced on my ankles. “<i><span style="font-weight:400">Surely,</i><span style="font-weight:400"> there is something fun to check out in an alien star system.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fun,” she seemed to roll that word over in her head. She gave a shrug. “Okay. What about the rest of them?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They can stay on the ship of course,” I ran my gaze over the group, my eyes promised a slow death in the deep dark void of space if they barged in on my nned date. “Maybe work on waking up that cog-head.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Zedev gave off a soft buzz in response, vaguely sounding like a binary ‘I am awake’ but sped up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Or not,” I shrugged. “Val, you’ll be on Ork watching duty. Beat em ck and blue if they act out, but try not to kill too many of them. That would dy our departure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The Eldar’s eyes narrowed, and he gave me a grinning nod. I would have been worried about the Orks getting brutally murdered down to thest member if I didn’t know he took my words for thew. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Well, when I order him to do stuff that is. He has no problems questioning my every move when I seem uncertain.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">His mind was a weird space and one I didn’t want to even dip my toes into.
<span style="font-weight:400">Getting a round of nods, I smiled and set our course for the asteroid belt surrounding the star system. I ran a second round of deeper scans once we got closer and determined that the system was deserted and dead all around.
<span style="font-weight:400">Two gas giants orbited the smaller yellow star along with a few smallers, but none of them were habitable. The only thing I found in the goldilocks zone of the system was a number of smalleroids that weren’t evenrge enough to be rounded out by their own gravity.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Bummer. </i><span style="font-weight:400">I thought. <i><span style="font-weight:400">But it’ll be a perfect ce to hide out for a bit before continuing onwards.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">I made the shiptch onto thergest asteroid in the system’s equivalent of the Oort Cloud — <i><span style="font-weight:400">since they only called the sr system’s outer asteroid belt that; I think? — </i><span style="font-weight:400">and handed off my basic schematics for the ship I wanted to my mind-cores.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t want much, just something around the size of a Light Cruiser which had enough space to house an Ork warband. And more importantly, to keep them all on a separate deck from the one we would be living on.
<span style="font-weight:400">Forcing myself to not fuss over the details had been challenging, but telling myself this was just the first alpha 1 prototype helped. After that, I snatched up Selene, and we were off to explore this dead star system while the others fiddled their thumbs.
<span style="font-weight:400">******
<span style="font-weight:400">“What a strange turn my life has taken,” Selene murmured, her hand squeezing mine as wey on the reddish wastnd. She stared up at the looming sun up above, taking up the majority of the sky with how close the we were on was to it.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stayed silent and just squeezed her hand back. Turns out her new body could survive in about 400 Celsius and breathe in acidic air. It used up bio-energy, sure, but she didn’t seem to care about being on a that seemed to have an obsession with being the most urate representation of the biblical hell as possible.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tell me something,” she turned her head my way. “What were your ns when we first met?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I just wanted to get off of that dead world,” I shrugged. “I would have starved to death soon enough. One way or another, I nned to have the first ship that came my way to get me to a with actual life on it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What if I figured out you were some strange alien and tried to have you killed?” She asked curiously, keeping her emotions unconcealed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I wasn’t much of a nner back then, and it only got marginally better since then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Guess,” she asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I suppose my first choice would have been hiding somewhere in the bowels of your ship,” I said. “I didn’t even know basic telepathy back then. Brute force was all I used, even with my more esoteric powers.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I suppose that would have worked,” she deted. “Even if we knew what to look for, finding a single person that can change between different human shapes and whatever else would have been a monumental pain.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That was the idea,” I said. “Why are you asking?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve just been wondering about the ‘what-ifs’,” she said with another, stronger squeeze. “I see you brutalise your enemies in ways I didn’t know possible, and I can’t help but wonder how close I came to being just another corpse on your path to power.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’ll never know,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I suppose,” she hummed, then flipped herself over to her side and propped her head up with a palm. “I want to visit my home in the future. When we have time, I want to go and see what became of it. I fear even with the Regent’s amicable disposition, his bureaucracy might have gotten muddled on the way and somehow the people my family was supposed to be responsible for paying the price for my … ‘frolicking with xenos’.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, where is it?” I asked, before smirking. “Also, you did much more than mere ‘frolicking’.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s entirely your fault.” She rolled her eyes with a smile. “Aliens were supposed to be big, ugly and want to murder my guts in creative ways, not … whatever you are.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Apologies for being so dazzling,” I batted my eyshes at her. “Anyway, your home? Where is it? What’s it like? I don’t think you ever talked about it before.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a shithole, and my family only ruled it in name,” she said sourly. “It’s aptly named ‘Voss’ and is a smaller Forge World in the Sr Sector. Compared to the reigning Arch-Magos, the current Governor there is little more than the bat with which the priests smack over the head any diplomating to bother them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I doubt even the Imperium’s pigheaded bureaucrats would be stupid enough to alienate an entire forge world just because someone from the governor’s familymitted a tiny bit of heresy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well,” she scratched her cheek and averted her eyes. “I might technically be the ‘governor’.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?” I raised an eyebrow. “You don’t look too governor-y to me, and aren’t you a Rogue Trader? How does that even work?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My Uncle is the acting governor,” she shrugged, flopping down and putting her head on my shoulder. “And being a Rogue Trader came first and superseded any other position gained before or after it. Having the Emperor’s own signature and crest on a piece of paper is quite a thing, after all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I think the only ones you should be worried about would be your family members,” I said, then noticed the constipated look on her face. “What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I just want to check up on the,” she said after a moment, huffing. “Uncle can rot away as a servitor for all I care.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean, sure we can go check it out in the future,” I said. “How much of a hurry are we in? I really wasn’t nning on getting anywhere close to Terra in the next century or more.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No hurry at all,” she said with a weary sigh. “We’d only make it worse if we strong armed the bureaucracy. I just want to see what the consequences of my … choices are.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay,” I said, my voice sounding a bit small even for me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Stop that,” she whacked me over the shoulder. “I am a grown ass woman. My choices are my own. You should only feel guilty if you fucked with my mind when I decided to follow along with you and to be with you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I- No!” I jumped up in indignation, sending Selene rolling around in the dirt as she was half-wrapped around me. “I’d never!- AH, sorry!”
<span style="font-weight:400">She picked herself back up and stopped a metre away from me, looking up into my eyes for a moment. “I apologise too, that was … well, not uncalled for, but in bad faith. Sorry, I couldn’t help but want to see how you’d react.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I- I get it.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, closing my eyes and taking a lungful of acidic air. “But I thought- I mean, I hoped we’d be past the stage where we doubt each other’s intentions.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t doubt the intentions of the current you,” she said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh,” I blinked, squinting at her a bit as she shifted ufortably. Fuck me sideways. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I decided we’d go on a bit of exploration. I continued testily. “Well, I hope I’ve put your worries to rest.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Selene looked away with a grimace as I crossed my arms and let how much her doubt <i><span style="font-weight:400">hurt </i><span style="font-weight:400">flow through our bond. At least she didn’t conceal the overwhelming guilt she felt in return.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry,” she said meekly. “I-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I said I get it, didn’t I?” I said, frowning at her. “That doesn’t mean it hurts any less. Or that you could have picked another time to do this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not often we are alone together anymore,” she said weakly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I said I’d always make time for you, didn’t I?” I huffed. “You just have to ask.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry,” she said again as her guilt intensified.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Whatever.” I shook my head and tried to banish my hurt, with more or less sess. “If you have other doubts, speak up now to rip off the band aid. I don’t want to have any more conversations like this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t,” she said with a soft shake of her head. She stepped up to me and reached out to touch me, her hand hovering just above my shoulder, but not going further.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared into her grey eyes, seeing them glimmer in the sunlight with just the slightest hint of unshed tears in them. It tugged at my heartstrings.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Stupid idiot. People got divorced for less. Why are you like this? </i><span style="font-weight:400">I berated myself. I pulled her in for a hug, popping my chin into her fluffy ck hair. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Hopefully, this will set aside her worries. Hopefully, I can forget this.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Her hug tightened as she buried her face into the nook of my neck. I rubbed her backfortingly as waves of relief flooded into my mind, surging through our bond from Selene.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why am I the oneforting you?” Iined.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry,” she murmured.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Stop apologising,” I poked her in the side. “I swear your ancestors must have been Canadian.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s a Canadian?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A strange type of human that can’t help but apologise after every sentence,” I said. “I think it''s coded into their genes.”
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Mistress,’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Val’s voice buzzed in my ears as he tugged on our telepathic connection. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘It seems we have been detected. The Magos says there is an iing transmission from deep space and I feel something approaching us from that direction, still far away, but the ship won’t be ready by the time they arrive. What are your orders?’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">I sent back. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Any ETA?’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I’d say anywhere from half an hour to a day. It’s hard to predict distances and velocity urately at such great distances.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Alright.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Look at me,” I said to Selene, closing off the link for now.
<span style="font-weight:400">The smaller brte looked up, her eyes slightly bloodshot.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s alright,” I said, squeezing her. “We’ll be alright, okay? We talked it out and you can feel my emotions. It’ll be alright, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right,” she said, giving off a choked snort. “What now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now,” I said. “I’d say we make a small house and do some more ‘frolicking’ to make up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You mean sex.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yep,” I chuckled. “I heard makeup sex is awesome. Unfortunately, we have nosy space fishesing to be a nuisance, so will have to postpone that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She rolled her eyes, but there was a soft smile on her face as she gave me another squeeze, one strong enough to shatter the spine of a weaker woman. To me though, it just felt nice.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a n.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s see what our visitors want,” I said, as I gave her a peck on the forehead. “We can go explore some Taus on the way together. I’m sure they have some interesting stuff to see around there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ready to teleport?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Go for it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">With a nod, I let Blink do its magic and we appeared back on the ship.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Zedev, report!” I said, as I reluctantly disentangled myself from a simrly reluctant Selene.
<b>“There is an iingmunication signal,” </b><span style="font-weight:400">he said, now fully back to how he was when I first met him in all his mechanical-arachnoid glory. <b>“I have not answered their hail as of now. I am unfamiliar with the signal itself or the frequencies used myself, but databanks show this is the universal ‘Hail’ of the Tau Navy.”</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, let’s see what our blue friends-to-be want,” I said as I cracked my neck and put on my fanciest silky robes. “Answer their Hail and make me a holographicmunication thingy if you can.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Zedev just gave a nod as mechadendrites whirled around him and lights shed across his mechanical parts.
<b>“Connecting … 3 … 2 … 1 … now.”</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">A bluish hologram sprang to life a few metres before me, disying the form of a 180cms tall Tau.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Identify yourself, Human.” He bit out like the word was a curse. “You are trespassing in T’au space.”
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Well, this is starting off more interesting than I thought.</i>