A little fluff experiment

[AlbinoAlien]

sorry that took awhile horseman. I hope you enjoy it! now.....on to Seeker's story

[The Fifth Horseman]

;Y It's really fun, thanks!

[AlbinoAlien]

Seekers story

"Well, what do you think, Fadre?"
Only silence responded.
"Don't be so tight lipped you skeptical bastard. Speak!"
Still, the atmopshere clung tightly to silence.
"So you agree? Good. Me too. What about you Gadre?"
The dark chamber was light only by the soft glow of the LED console. Two figures sat before the screen, gliding the ship quietly through space.
Slowly, one of figures leaned into the others ear.
"...Is he talking to us?". The mans name was Duncan. He had recently been certified with his pilots license and was helping to guide the small Requim shuttle through space.
The other turned to his partner.
"No need to whisper Duncan. Old Seeker's been like that for years. Crazy as hell. They say the Dark Eldar did somethin' to his brain, made him lose his mind". This mans name was Razir. For almost all his life he had been shuttling special prisoners to and froe for years. Seeker was an exceptional case however. His only maximium security prisioner.
For awhile, nothing was said between the two as the prisoner continued his conversation with silence.
"So we escape at high noon. You get the key's. Fadre? FADRE! DID YOU NOT JUST HEAR WHAT I SAID? I SAID YOU GET THE KEYS! THE KEYS YOU FRAKKIN' PRAT". The silence soon enveloped the screaming, sucking in all noise as quickly as it was made.
"Should...should we do something about that?" Duncan was getting nervous. It was his first time on the job and he certainly didn't want it to be his last.
"If he gets any louder, I'll give him the old one two shock K?" Razir was tired of getting stuck with these greenhorns. As soon as he got back to station, he'd ask for a transfer.
Still, in the back of the shuttle, Seeker continued his mad rant.
"Gadre! Gadre, Are you ready? When we get outta these chains, the first thing we've gotta do is break these pilots necks. Thats right. Grab them by there weak little necks and SNAP THEM. OOoo feel there bones under your palms crack and break, the life in there eyes slowl-
Duncan had had enough. Already he was pressured from the get go, his first prisoner transport detail. Now he had to deal with the raving lunatic screaming his death.
"THRONE CURSE YOU SCUM!" Duncan landed a heavy blow into Seeker's jaw, momentarily stopping the raving mad man.
Seeker turned his face back around. A massive smile encompased it, blood pooling in between the cracks of his teeth.
"Oo! Look how close his neck is Fadre! We could snap it now, snap it now." Duncan pulled his hand backl for another blow.
The way prisoners were hung in these ships, there arms were chained to the ceiling. They hung from these chains, feet off the ground for hours on end. Many lost complete manuverability of there arms as a result. But this did not inhibit thier legs.
Like a snake striking, Seeker shot his feet at Duncans throat. Grasping it between them, he slowly began to constrict, crushing the mans windpipe.
"What the THRONE! LET GO OF IM'!" Razir was on his feet, Shocker ready. Aiming for Seekers neck, Razir let loose with the wired electricutor, sending a mass payload of volts into Seekers body.
The man hardly noticed. He continued to crush Duncans windpipe.
His face turning purple, Duncan gasped for breath.
"HH-High....ER... VolTAGE"
Razir turned up the nob. This was enough electricty to kill a man. Slowly, as his skin started to cook, Seeker let go of Duncan.
The man dropped to the floor, completely unconcious.
"Duncan? Duncan? You still alive?" Razir checked for his pulse. A fast small beat could be felt under Duncans skin.
"Thank the Emperor. Let's get you to med bay". With a heave, Razir lifted Duncan on his shoulders. Before he went anywhere however, he stole a quck glance at Seeker.
The man turned slowly off his chains. His mouth was slack jawed, drool slowly dripping down onto the floor. His skin was cooking, steam issueing up from his burnt clothes.
"You little frak, when I get back here, we're gonna have some small talk with the Conductor.
Razir had left. Slowly spinning on the chain, Seeker opened his eyes. Smiling deviously, the man lifted his feet up to his hands on the ceiling. A shiny glimpse was all that could be made out as he put the key's into his lock. A singular click was heard, and Seeker landed gracefully on the floor.
"Ha! C'mon Fadre, Gadre. Got some necks to break". Seeker stalked slowly towards the door, a maniac smile was all that showed in the dark

Albino's Notes: Didn't know what to write about you Seeker. Then i saw that you had kept a whole thread up with three whole pages of comments based on editing posts! I thought "wow, this guy must me crazy!" so i put a tad of dark eldar, a large spoonful of crazy, and some intelligence, and i came up with your story. Enjoy

[Brigand]

I am intrigued, I would join the grand List of Waiting.

[Da Mighty Camel]

That was a very nice story about Seeker. Keep up the good work, AA!

[Seeker84]

Seekers story
Albino's Notes: Didn't know what to write about you Seeker. Then i saw that you had kept a whole thread up with three whole pages of comments based on editing posts! I thought "wow, this guy must me crazy!" so i put a tad of dark eldar, a large spoonful of crazy, and some intelligence, and i came up with your story. Enjoy

This story appeases my Archon, so he will spare your soul, for now...

[Arklite]

jaha! i be next :rofl

what kind of fiendish pisstake shall i be subject to i wonder...

[AlbinoAlien]

Actually, next is Shiz_vareth

Inquisitor Solo stalked silently in the high grass.
"This is not right, this is not where I'm supposed to be", Solo thought to himslef.
The Inquisitor crouched low amongst the swaying plains, the foilaige masking his quick movements.
It was a beautiful world. The sky was brilliant blue, the grass gentle against his exposed hands. The sun shone brilliantly in a cloudless sky, and the breeze in the grass cooled his sweating forehead.
A rush of bushes to Solo's left caused him to whirl around. Nothing was there. Another rush in the grass, and Solo pulled his plasma pistol from his holster. This time, a small furry animal greeted his vision. It was no more then 3 feet high, and 2 feet wide. It stared at him with two black large eyes, and a row of small rectangular teeth overhung it's lip. In another life, he would have said it was cute, but Solo was an inquisitor, and that was not an inquisitors job. Taking another step forward, Solo slowly reached down towards the creature.
"Ahem"
Solo froze. The voice was right behind him.
"Ieh, Laddy, what'ya be doin' with that Thereopaud?". It was a strange accent. But the voice, it was of human origin.
"heh, it's okay sonny boy, youu can turn round'. Ain't gonna bite ya".
Slowly, Solo turned on his heel. It was an Eldar. But by the Emperors light, no eldar Solo had ever seen. It was drapped in what appeared to be ceremonial garb. a white garnet shirt, with a long flowing skirt dressed in a square pattern that Solo had never seen before. Across the Eldar's chest was a horned instrument, three small mouth pieces protruding from an inflated bag.
Quickly, Solo sprung his plasma pistol on the alien and pressed the trigger. Long moments past before Solo realised that the power pack in the pistol was not activating.
"Oy, boyo, thats strike one. Three strikes and your outta here, got it?"
Solo put the pistol down.
"Who are you eldar? And what...is this place?" Solo was intrigued. And with no gun to kill with, he had time to ask queastions first.
"Ha! You, pullin a pisty on me! and now your wantin' to know where youu are? Well, ta let ya know, your on the world of Dyren'thya".
"Listen xeno, this is not where I'am supposed to be".
"Oy, this is the right place human. You enacted the ritual of the Shallalieh, sacrificed the goats bladder on the shamrock stone. This is it. This is the Gateway".
Solo looked around himself. How did this Xeno know? Everything down to the goats bladder, which had taken Solo an entire year to obtain.
"So then you must know alien, that I seek the Black Library".
"Ie, thats right. This planet is dedicated as one of it's gateways. And I, am it's guardian". As he said this, the Eldar bounced on the balls of his feet, and spun in a 360 arc in mid air. He played a loud keening note from his instrument, and dramatically landed on his knees.
"Iam, Shiz_Vaerth! Guardian of Dyren'thya! Keeper of the gateway to the legendary, BLACK LIBRARY! User of the pipes, and wielder of the eternal blade of Dublin"
For a long time, nobody moved. The wind rushed by Solo and the extravagant Eldar, billowing his skirt in the wind. Slowly climbing to his feet, the Eldar sighed.
"I've been here for ten millenia boyo, so don't mind the theatrics. So, i spose' you'll be wantin to go to the Black Library now hmm?"
Solo stared intently at the Eldar. They were a highly fickle and manipulating race. Everything they said had to be treated as if it were a lie.....
"Actually, yeah, if you wouldn't mind, I've kinda gotta be going", Solo responded.
Slightly taken aback, but none the less obliging, the Eldar began to walk off in the hill side, motioning for the Inquisitor to follow him.
The brilliant sun began settling down for it's mid evening fall, slowly spirialling downwards as the duo trekked thier way across the planes. By the time the Eldar had stopped moving, the sun was set in a 45 degree arc across the sky, ready to make it's final plunge into darkness.
"Well laddy, this is it."
In front of them lay a wooden door. It was made of a fine Red Cedar. Clearly it was a mastercrafted piece of work, with decal done on the lining to appease the eye, and a intricatly sculpted handle made from what appeared to be wraithbone.
The Inquistor leered his mightiest leer at the Eldar fellow.
"And just how am i to know for sure that this is the right door alien?"
The Eldar turned around.
"Well because sonny, this is the only door on the entire planet. And it leads to the Black Library".
"And thats it then Eldar? That easy to get through to the Black Library? I find that very unlikely. Not to mention I can hardly begin to form the basis of anything remotley connected to the word TRUST with you xeno".
To this, the Eldar imitated getting punched in the gut.
"Wah? And after all this walkin' around and me NOT killing you and actually leading you to the door. You humans are so paranoid. Listen, if i wanted to kill ya already, i would have! Old Dublin's been lookin' for some action for some time now."
From almost no where, the Eldar heaved a massive claymore. It was longer then the creature was high, with barbed spikes protruding from sides of the length of the blade. It wreathed in purple energies, and seemed to scream for Solo's blood.
Supressing a gulp, Solo responded.
"Well then, it dosent seem like I have much choice".
Smiling, the Eldar reached for the door handle. What stood beyond the doorway was only 50% comprehensible to Solo's mind. The rest was merely black blanks. A swirling miasma of colors assailed what his vision could possibly comprehend. But he was an Inqusitor, and used to such theatrics.
"If you'll just be steppin' through here".
Slowly, Solo went to the door, his foot was half way through when he stopped and turned to the Eldar.
"But, what if perhaps your bluffing? Certainly thats no way to handle a claymore. And this all just seems too easy. Hmm, i just get this terrible sensation that actually i could kill YOU, and that this is all just a big trick...."
For awhile, nothing was said.
".......JUST GO THROUGH THE DAMNED DOOR ALREADY!" With a kick of his foot, the Eldar launched Solo through the door.
AHHHHH!!!!! Solo fell through the door way, darkness enclosing him.
the eldar closed the door. Patting his hands, he walked away.
"Wew, that was a bit too close". The claymore in his hand slowly wavered away.
"Don't know what i woulda done if the fellow had stayed. Good thing humans always fall for this sorta thing!"
As the Eldar walked away, he almost felt sorry for the Inquisitor. He wouldn't be getting more company till the next shipment of goats bladders in the Imperium, and that wouldn't be for a VERY long time.


Albino's Notes: FINALLY FINISHED! HUZZZAAAH! I lost a bunch of work before, so it took alot longer. I decided to go for a more comedic skit this time, making shiz depend on intelligence rather then bad ass claymore skills. Still, i think it's pretty good, and i decided to make the eldar celtic, as shiz seems to think all eldar are anway lol.

[Horus Lupercal]

Come on then Albino mate! hit me!

[Shiz_Vaerth]

Actually, next is Shiz_vareth


Not done

Aye, Good stuff, but where the bagpipes come from is beyond mah ken. Anxiously awaiting part II, one wish though, POWER CLAYMORES!!