The ship was small in comparison to, say, the cruiser chasing us. However, in person, in reality, it was large compared to the average man. In the dimensions separate from reality proper though, this gs were so very different.
In some ways things were smaller. In some ways, they were bigger. A step to the right could bring you across a planet in but a fraction of a second, and a step forward could drag on for days. To the uninitiated eye, all was chaos. But to me... it was home.
More then any other place, these separate dimensions were so very fascinating. I had spent countless years just... Being here. Watching. Looking.
It is a form of madness I think, but... each time I stop myself, a small part of me says 'What's one more peek? What could it hurt?' It was so very... It. There was no comparison. No equal. I loved it so...
I basked in my return for what felt like millenia, before I returned to myself. I checked my chronosense. 5 seconds elapsed. Oh, how I love being back.
Hunting a being in realspace, versus in the dimensions is very different. The dimensions were far more fluid to me, and with my experience, I could move more freely then a bird. And in the grand scheme of things... this place was so very small.
I felt the energies of the warp close and far. Some greater, some lesser. This one... was greater... How... interesting...
I slithered over to the contact, and looked through the dimensions. I saw... a young woman. She was led by the neck from a poll. It was held by a man in carapace armor, and a las pistol. Behind him, were more humans and abhumans. Oh, but this would pose a challenge... how did I want to do this...
Ah! I know...
Vera's POV
Vera wept silently as she was pushed forward. She... she didn't want to be here... she just wanted to go home... Back to her room in the dark tower.
She was a navigator. Well, she was. Just a very bad one... Rather then her house's knack for guiding the ship's of his most Holy Emperor, she was good at more... blunt applications of psykic use.
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She, as a child, had been found to have a few true gifts in the realm of psykana. She was a mediocre, if still capable navigator. She had a pure bloodline, eye and all. No surgery required.
She also had great talent in the arts of Biomancy. She had been told as a child that such, while rare, wasn't unheard of in the house. Her great great grandfather had been a biomancer, and her great aunt, who still lived, was a potent Telepath.
She had been told she was a poor telepath and biomancer, along with already being a poor navigator. They told her that her powers were split too widely, that it effected her powers negatively as a result.
Her parents had consoled her, and said that they would pay for her training. She remembered hugging them...
She was trained from a young age to fear and respect her powers, no matter how meager. She had been shown how to protect herself, to fight both in the ways of the material and immaterial. She was shown how to guide a ship to and fro.
Not that it had helped her... She had been sent to guide a merchant ship. The contract was for 10 years. But... the ship had been boarded... She remembered the screams as her guards died. She remembered as they broke into her room, and the feeling of the blank hammering her to the ground, where she fell unconscious. She remembered wa-
She was slammed by the neck into the wall. Her legs buckled, and she fell. She cried out in pain and fear she was yanked up again. The blank spoke, a sneer in his voice.
"Quit dreaming bitch. Just fuckin walk or your next punishment will be breaking your fingers."
She shuddered, and started sobbing again. But she didn't speak. Speaking just made them mad. When they were mad, they hit her, kicked her, and-
She shuddered, and started walking again. She was helpless... She couldn't run, couldn't fight... The thing pushing her to walk was strapped with an explosive, they said, and that nixed any slim hope of running. There was just... nothing. It was so damned hopeless. She would never se her mom or da again, never see her house's home... never feel love...
Something sounded behind her, and she was jerked to a halt. She gaged, choking as she was suddenly pulled to a stop.
"What was... By the abyss..."
She turned slightly, still coughing. She couldn't see well behind her, but... but...
She saw the floor behind them filled with bodies. Their heads had been removed, nowhere to be seen. A giant pool of blood was expanding outwards towards them, and she tried to back away.
The blank dropped her collar to the ground in shock, and slowly, she tried moving it. So far so good... she moved it bit by bit, slowly, quietly, hoping beyond hope he and his few escorts didn't see until she finally got free.
She lowered it softly to the ground before backing away. There was a corner right there. She turned and sprinted for it. Shouts behind her heralded they shooting at her.
She heard stub rounds pinging off the metal plating, and saw las blasts around her. A sharp pain in her arm made her scream out, and she stumbled and fell.
She heard boots clomping towards her, and she tried to get up. A boot to the ribs halted that plan, and she wheezed out any air she might have had. She was kicked over, and as she tried to breathe, she looked up into the face of that damn blank. He opened his mouth, before a hand clamped around his face.
It was black, mechanical looking, with long, multi-jointed fingers. It gripped his head, and pulled slowly. A sword came through his stomach even as he struggled, pinning him as his neck began to twist. He screamed shrilly and kept screaming until with almost gentle care, the hand pulled the blanks head around to face backwards.
Vera stared in open mouthed horror as the body was moved aside and allowed to slip off the strange blade. Her vision began to fade. Before she fell into unconsciousness, a voice spoke. It was... dark. Mechanical and cold. Uncaring.
"Hmmm. What, now, to do with this... thing..."
