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I spend a great deal of time reading and writing fluff for battles etc. I decided to write a fluff series about my new EC army headed by Alucard. Enjoy the first installment of Alucard's Faithful.
I stood silently on the deck of his ancient Repulsive class Cruiser, staring at the small mining station floating like a toy before me. I had brought glory to Slaanesh since the time of the Great Betrayal against the Emperor. Unlike most of my kind, I do not view the Imperium as a thing to hate and destroy but as a tool to further myself. This station was just another piece to set on the board.
"Master, the preparations are made as you asked. Shall I go alone?"
I broke my gaze from the station as Lilith spoke to me. Dressed in armor tight to her body and black as night she looked like some sort of dancer from centuries ago. Her slender frame hid her strength and skill with the blades she wore with her at all times. She was Eldar, the ears gave that away as did the cold gaze. I found her on a forgotten world deep in the Eye that I had helped lay waste to so long ago. She was left behind as the rest of her people slipped away through one of their arcane gates and she had never known anything but my.....parenthood.
"No, this demands my personal attention. Ready the Dreadclaw."
She bowed and strode off the deck as I turned and looked at the station once more. The deck was empty save for me, as it had always been. I let my conciousness leave my body briefly as I felt myself slip into what was once the spirit of the ship, now a demon under my servitude.
"Launch the pods at the landing bay and make sure there aren't any complications, pickup on my signal."
The demon filled the ship with it's power, making preparations for what I had ordered. I had never had any living crew, only an un-named warp entity to man the ship. All I had were demons, demons and Lilith. I calmly walked out of the deck to my quarters, my head pulsing unremarkably from the contact with the Warp, by now it was a common pain. I hadn't slept in as long as I could remember so my quarters consisted little more than a wepaon's rack and piles of books, scrolls and half burnt parchment. I opened the wall spanning closet, gazing at the relics I'd taken from past battles. In the center of them all hung an obsidian sword, perfect down to the hilt's golden finish. I took it in my hands and felt it warm to me immediatley. The ancient evil bound inside it called out to me dimly.
"Aah, time to quench again? It's been to long."
I sheathed the sword and walked to the launch bay, thinking of all the things that could go wrong with my plan. I had maybe an hour before the Imperial Navy swept this area and a millenia old ship would draw attention. The door hissed open as I walked into the bay, my Dreadclaw already awaiting me. Lilith glanced over to me and smiled.
"The Faithful are ready father. They stand with you as always."
I nodded as she locked herself into her Dreadclaw and the entry hatch slid closed. I walked over to my own pod, locking myself in as I had countless times before and pressing the rune of activation. I felt the ships growl in reply seconds before I was fired off like a stray bolt. The pod screamed as it accelerated toward the station and I closed my eyes waiting for the impact that would eventually follow. I felt Lilith next to me, her mind close to me as she wanted herself to be. Than the pod stopped and gravity tried to fling me across the inside of the pod but my straps held me in place. I quickly hit the release button and climbed free of the Dreadclaw, Lilith already out and scanning the area.
"They seem to have no surveilance. Maybe they do not know what they have?"
"If they did, we would already be dead."
The station was actually just a large metal pad with one building on it. It was just one of millions of Adeptus Mechanicus stations in orbit above mining planets that churned out raw materials for the Imperial war machine. My armor granted my oxygen out in the void of space but Lilith had long since left the need to breathe behind. Lilith ran ahead to the station's doors and placed the melta charges on it as I gazed at the planet the station orbited. I let myself remember times when I used to be one of thousands who would land on planets like this one, bringing fire and death to it. The flash of the charges going off pulled me back to reality, I could see Lilith was already inside scouting the area for opposition. I walked inside to where she was standing as she started examining the station's controls.
"So where have the Machine God's disciples hidden my treasure?"
"It's here, buried in the piles of ore. Shall I go retrieve it?"
"No, I'll get it myself, open the door."
She pressed a few keys on the pad of the chair she sat in and a door opened in the wall. It led into the heart of the station where the ore was held until shuttles came to pick it up and take it to the various forge worlds nearby. As I walked in the door closed behind me and pairs of machinic arms unfolded from the walls, ready to sift through the ore. I walked forward to the small remote that controlled them and keyed in where they were to dig. I didn't need to dig through vast piles of ore for what I wanted, it already called out to me. A few minutes past by before the arms pulled out a chunk of ore, dully glowing white and dropped it in the vaccum sealed bin that fed it into the control room I occupied. I opened the hatch and felt the waves of power wash over me that exuded from the ore like heat from a sun. I pulled it out and started breaking it, the rock was no more than paper to me. At the ore's center was what I wanted, a white gem the size of a bolter shell. Leaving the rest of the rock behind I walked back out to where Lilith was. As the door opened to let me in I heard the sound of guns readies on me. Lilith was on her knees, held there by three servitors with iron clamps for hands. A dozen servitors with heavy bolters and melta weapons were locked onto me and a tech-priest in red robes stood bhind them. He spoke out of his throat vox, his words sounding like metal screeches.
"Drop whatever it is you have Chaos filth, your life is already ended. The Machine God does not keep his property undefended fool."
Before I could answer Lilith spat on the priests robes.
"You're already dead."
The priest withdrew a laspistol from inside his robes and shot her through the forehead. I saw her body go limp even as she smiled at me, her eyes rolling back. I looked back at the priest.
"Maybe if your god knew what he had, he'd send more than a a skeletons detail to guard it."
Even as he said something back I let my mind flow into my armor. It's unremarkable surface suddenly shone bright as I dimly heard the priest's order to fire. I felt heavy bolter rounds and melta blasts impact the armor, doing nothing more than a gust of wind would. I heard myself scream as only someone who is not inside his body can and I saw my body burn so brightly it could not be looked upon, a burning barrier to the Warp. I called to my Faithful and they came. I felt them pass through my body, seeing it happen at the same time from outside myself. Demon woman pulled themselves free from the Warp, coming into reality through me. They screamed in a pitch unknown to man and the priest flinched even as his head was removed by one of the demons claws. They scythed down the servitors before they had time to bring their guns to bear. Even before my conciousness returned to my body the servitors and priest were bloody lumps on the floor.
My mind willed them back into the Warp and each of them knelt before me as they vanished. I started walking out of the control room when I weas sure the last of them was safely put away inside of myself.
"Are you coming than?"
Lilith slowly stood back up, her forehead still bleeding as she followed me out.
"It hurt less than last time father."
Neat. That is very good, I like it alot. The idea of having a ship crewed completely by a daemon entity was a nice touch. You have written this really well, giving the main character a real sense of ancient wisdom (at least thats how I read it). I also like the way you didn't reveal anything about the "artifact", nicely leading yourself into a sequel.
Really good work mate.
Thank you very much, it was my first non-battle report fluff piece. I'll be writing a sequel soon, hope you'll readon.
It's a really nice piece of fluff..
We definately differ on certain key aspects of what Slannesh is about though.
Firstly, I think Alucard is far too lucid. He just doesn't seem to think like a man whose sensory organs are being wired directly into his brain and amplified a thousand times. I'm not saying he has to be a screaming maniac, but his reactions to every situation seem to be calculated and rational to a degree I just can't see a Slannesh follower being.
And an Eldar in service to Slannesh? That in itself isn't a problem.. I modelled one on the base of my Keeper of Secrets. But I think you treat her far too much like an equal.. I think she'd be more likely to wind up a slave, a doll, something to remove the organs of when you get bored..
Followers tend to reflect the mentality of their Gods, and I doubt Slannesh sees the eldar as anything more than walking snacks, or cattle.
that was awesome fluff man, great job! That kicks the pants off of any previous slannesh fluff i have read.
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Well the thing about Alucard is he's not really a follower of Slaanesh per-say, he USED to be. That's why he's not a crazy psycho path like your average Noise marine. I didn't go over his past and other things yet, which I will, but I can see how at first glance it would be odd. I give the same answer to who he treats and Eldar as an equal, he acts seperately from any Chaos Marine and how they usually behave. I've read alot about Marines that act on there own and sort of do their own thing but they are mostly focused on being blood crazy Imperium hating fiends. I wanted to pull away from that and try something with more depth.
This bit, to me, gave away the fact that he is a bit different to you normal Slaaneshi worshiper. To be fair to The_Giant_Mantis if you hadn't put something like this in I would have brought up the same point as him; usually the followers of Slaanesh are a little more unhinged I like the fact that the character is different, gives the story a bit of originality. Can't wait to see the next installment mate.Originally Posted by The Prince of Excess
Thank you again. I've already started to work on the next installment, it'll be under the same name. Thanks for all the positive feed-back, it really is a writing motivator!
Wow! That was one of the best pieces of fluff I've read in along time. The main character is very well portrayed. The Eldar woman(or is she more of a young girl?) getting back up was the only thing I found weird. How did she get the invuliarbility, deamonhood?
All in good time my friend. Check out the second part I just put up!