170 – idental Conquest?
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘We may have a problem.’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene’s voice buzzed in my ears and I sat up straighter, ignoring the soldiers rushing about to pack their stuff for a moment.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Yes?’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">I said. ‘<i><span style="font-weight:400">What’s up?’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Well,’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene drew the word out, sounding hesitant. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘It seems we might want to reconsider the initial ns. Whether they did it by themselves, or if there are some cultists influencing the media … the citizens kind of loathe us … or rather, the strange white-d warriors that dropped from the sky and killed their Queen. I don’t think taking them in as your citizens would be doable in the short term.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘That’s not good.’</i><span style="font-weight:400"> I mused, blinking despite myself as I processed the news. That would likely make them ept me as their new queen or whatnot, rather challenging. But that brought up the question of whether I even wanted that all that much? After thinking it through, I shrugged. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Well, it’s mostly whatever. If these people are too much of a pain in the butt, I’ll just dump them on the Tau’sp. I’m not dead set on making citizens out of them.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Really?’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene asked, a vague sense of surprise radiating through our bond. ‘<i><span style="font-weight:400">But you were so … I guess it doesn’t matter. It would have been nice to know though, I’ve been worrying over nothing.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">I listened to her grumble for a short while, a smile fluttering across my face. Still, no matter how much Selene’s want to help me in what she thought was my ‘n’, I still felt guilty for the needless stress I’ve been unknowingly putting her through.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘<i><span style="font-weight:400">Sorry,’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">I sent while transmitting my genuine feelings of guilt her way. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘No need to worry about it though. If I can get a city’s worth of citizens, either from this or as immigrants from other Tau worlds, I’ll consider that a win. Not that we need citizens right now, the city won’t go anywhere and there isn’t much actual benefit to having citizens.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">I could probably tax them, then use the money to buy new fancy toys from the Tau, but that was about it. I could build better than them, was entirely self-sufficient with energy and I most certainly didn’t need them to serve in some PDF to protect me. Likely, getting actual citizens to take care of would be more trouble than it was worth, but if I ever wanted to bring real change into this gxy, I would need to look beyond a simple cost-benefit analysis.
<span style="font-weight:400">I came here because some shithead sent raiding Chaos cultists my way and I wanted to make sure they knew that kind of thing wouldn’t fly. I had done that and more, free citizens would have been nice, but maybe I could find something even more interesting if I stuck around with Cain.
<span style="font-weight:400">Inquisitors were a rare breed. There were untold billions of humans spread across a million worlds, but only an infinitesimal fraction of those humans are Inquisitors. Their authorities were technically without limit, and they were only supposed to answer to the Emperor himself. The fact I had run into two in thisst week was a statistical impossibility, almost.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">There </i><span style="font-weight:400">has <i><span style="font-weight:400">to be something important here. </i><span style="font-weight:400">I reaffirmed my perhaps silly decision totch onto the retired Commissar like somemprey.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I suppose there isn’t.’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene said after a few seconds of silence, a soft sigh reverberating across our bond. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Still, if you want, this situation might still be salvageable. I’m pretty sure if I asked Zedev, he could take control of whateverwork governs the media of this. We could bend the rhetoric to favour us more … it’d be a longshot without studying their culture first, but anything would be better than the fear-mongering currently being broadcast worldwide.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Do you think it''s worth it?’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">I sent back, feeling curious about what she was actually thinking. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I mean, we have time. We could just go find another that isn’t actually worshipping a Chaos God in a top hat.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘It just feels like a waste not to try,’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene said, but sent the vague feelings of a shrug my way. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘It’s your choice though. They won’t be my citizens even if we do manage to convince some … well, you could force them toe, but I take it that’s not the way you want this to go?’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Nope.’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">I tapped my lips in thought, considering my options. Well, there wasn’t anything lost by giving this a go. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Alright. I’m game. Let’s try and see how it goes and then we can decide whether to go through with it once we see some preliminary results. What do you need me to do?’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘For one, could you at least make a drone somewhere where I can talk to you through it?’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene started. ‘<i><span style="font-weight:400">This telepathic thingy is nice, but I’d like to see your face when I’m talking to you.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘That could be somewhat problematic with the nk around here,’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">I said. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘My link to the drone could snap if I’m inattentive and the thing would go on a rampage.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Maybe take the rampage contingency out of it?’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene suggested dryly. ‘<i><span style="font-weight:400">Plus you never lost control of thebat drones down on the while hunting cultists. You’ll be fine. Also, I’d need some measure of control over those drones, if you won’t be directly controlling them.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘You can just ask the drone I’m about to make for you to order them to do stuff.’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">I shrugged. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘And you can ask me whenever. It’s not like I can’t multitask.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">‘<i><span style="font-weight:400">You get weird when I do that.’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene shuddered. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘It’s like talking to a robot.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Yeah … well, nothing I can do about that. It’d be even creepier if I gave my mind-cores fake personalities. Cause those are what’s controlling my drones when I’m not doing it manually.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Right.’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene sent, then huffed. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Well, that’s that. Still, I would appreciate it if you helped out. This is going to be a pain in the ass even if it seeds.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I … I’ll see what I can do.’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">I answered, my attention returning to my Avatar as I felt a pair of eyes staring at it rather intensely. Cain wanted something, and by the few vague strands of thoughts swirling around on the borders of his mind, it was as I feared. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I think I’ll be back sooner than I thought. Though I might have to leave again in two days.’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Beats not having you around,’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">Selene said. <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘See youter?’</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Yep, I’ll be right back.’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">I gave her a telepathic hug, then let the connection dim.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can I help you with something, Ciaphas?” I asked, looking up at the man from the shoddy old armchair I had imed for myself. His eyebrows twitched ever so slightly at me so casually calling him by his given name, but he masked it well enough.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We will be leaving in a few minutes,” he stated. “I am here to thank you for your help in escaping those terrorists and to apologise. Most likely, I had been the target of those lunatics and you’d just gotten swept up in the crossfire.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re wee?” I raised an eyebrow. He most certainly was feeling the proper emotions to be meaning at least a part of what he was saying, but none of them were his actual reasons for talking to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We are loathe to endanger a civilian more than necessary,” he continued, then stared at me firmly. “We will leave some supplies here with you, some food and water. I’d rmend staying in this safe-house for a few days toy low while whatever pandemonium is going on out there dies down.”
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Hmmm. Rather smooth. </i><span style="font-weight:400">I mused. He didn’t even ask me whether I wanted toe with, but just talked like me staying behind was a foregone conclusion. Well, that could work for me. Especially with all this nastiness with whatever Selene is nning.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re leaving me here?” I asked, putting on a fearful expression. “What if those terrorists find me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They’ll be following us, most likely.” He nodded, acknowledging my gripes like he actually gave a damn and wasn’t just trying to be rid of me. He wasn’t sure what, but something about me was rubbing him the wrong way. I could tell. So he decided that leaving me behind was a great way of getting rid of that added variable he really didn’t want in his ns. “There are several exits from here, and it is hidden enough. I’ll have one of the troopers quickly show you all the escape paths. Buting with us would be even more dangerous. We are soldiers and are likely to be running right towards thergest concentration of danger. Wherever we are heading, is not a ce for a civilian to be.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see,” I said slowly, giving a nod.
<span style="font-weight:400">And that was that. I sat back while they packed up and left in short order, on to meet up with the curious Inquisitor and likely in a hurry to get off the.
<span style="font-weight:400">The moment they were well and truly gone, I slowly got up and calmly left the building through one of the back doors. It was likely meaningless as I doubted they would evere back to collect the few surveince devices they had left behind around the building, but it paid to be careful.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t want to light a fire under their butts and give away that I was <i><span style="font-weight:400">weird </i><span style="font-weight:400">just by never showing any sign of having left the building despite not being inside either.
<span style="font-weight:400">I Blinked, and space twisted around me, cradling my body for a nanosecond before it spat me back out.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wha- Oh, you’re back,” Selene said, looking up from the holopad she was glowering at before with a start. “Or are you? Is that a drone?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nope,” I said, smiling as I sauntered over and sat up on the edge of her desk. “All me. As real as I can get.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re done with whatever you were doing?” Selene asked with a doubtfully raised eyebrow, but I caught a hint of hope in there too. Aww.
<span style="font-weight:400">“For now,” I said, feeling a little guilty. I leaned down to give her a loving peck on the lips, and she happily returned it. “I found the most atrocious <b>tanna</b><span style="font-weight:400"> ever made while down on the, wanna try it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uhhhh.” Selene blinked, hesitating for a second before just giving me a shrug. “Why not?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I just grinned and teleported a bit of leftover tea leaves from that cafe then made her a nicerge mug that I filled with boiling water.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So,” Selene continued, eying the floating mass of water I was levitating above my palm as it started bubbling from the heat I was channelling into it. “What did you mean by ‘for now’?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I left a handful of trackers and bugs on the bunch I was with,” I said, smirking as I felt the dozen mental signatures of the little beads I had attached to various stuff the troopers took with themselves. Some dimmed asionally, even going fully dark for a bit beforeing back online, likely from close proximity to Jurgen. But they worked, and let me keep track of Cain’s bunch. “I’m going to check up on them before they leave the. Or if they stumble upon something interesting. Inquisitors are supposed to gravitate towards weird or interesting stuff, no?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“And you think following that Inquisitor will let you nab whatever interesting thing they are after?” Selene raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at her lips as I gave an eager nod. “What makes you think that inquisitor didn’te here just for the daemon prince?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know.” I shrugged, mentally controlling the leaves to swirl around in the boiling water for a bit. “They are supposed to have some sixth sense for strange stuff.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If they do, it will go haywire the moment that inquisitores anywhere near you.” Selene mused. “I don’t know of any ‘stuff’ in this gxy that’s stranger than you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You would be surprised,” I said, images of some of the most horrifying beings supposedly inhabiting this gxy shing across my mind’s eye. “Also, that was a horrible attempt at flirting, if it was intended as such. I prefer being called hot over ‘strange’.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your head is already big enough.” Selene rolled her eyes good-naturedly, then smiled. “You need me to tell you how ‘hot’ you are?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have a way with words when you want,” I said in an exaggeratedly dreamy tone as I swept the finished <b>tanna</b><span style="font-weight:400"> into the newly made mug with a flick of my wrist. “Is it so bad that I love to hear you praise me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It isn’t,” Selene said, her hand reaching out to intertwine her fingers with mine over the table. Her voice dipped to a mock stern tone as she continued, “but if you want praise, you’ll have to work for it, young Miss. Sitting there and looking pretty just won’t do.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m good at it though.” I grinned, feeling the by now familiar warmth in my chest spread even at just her slight admission of my beauty.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You are.” Selene rolled her eyes, then took a tentative sip of the drink I had made for her. The moment the liquid touched her tongue, I watched her face go stiff as the amused quirk of her lips curved down in distaste. She ced the mug down, then looked up at me. “That was horrible. Where did you find it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Apparently, it is a popr drink on the of Valha.” I shrugged. “They were serving it in the cafe.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t think I’ve ever taken anything that sour into my mouth,” She said with a grimace, then poked me in the side. “I was working on writing up an announcement speech for you when you popped back up. I am going to get back to writing that, and while I’m doing that, you can make up for the crime you’vemitted against my tastebuds by giving my legs a much needed massage.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Announcement?” I raised an eyebrow even as I was already looking for a nicefy couch to steal for Selene to lie down on. If the adorable cutie-pie wanted a leg massage, a leg massage she would get.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, announcement.” She said, her face twitching towards the fake leather sofa that popped into existence with a thud. “What’s that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A sofa,” I answered in an equally helpful manner, then swept her up into a princess carry and carried her over to our newly procured sofa. I doubted the ‘Eternal Queen’ would be needing it, seeing as she was pretty dead at the moment. “Will I have to read the announcement or something?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No,” Selene said, taking being hoisted up and dumped back down on the sofa with all the grace one could manage while smiling all the way. “I think it’d be better if I did it. It’d give the impression that you are some greater figure, above the lowly task of giving speeches to the citizenry of a conquered.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We didn’t ‘conquer’ the,” I said, frowning a little as I pried her legs out of their boots and the pants covering them. “We just … “
<span style="font-weight:400">“Killed their sovereign, killed her loyalists and now we are staking im to the citizens,” Selene said, then cut my next words off with an amused look in her eyes. “‘But we were rescuing them from demons.’ Is that what you were going to say? Because that’s what every conquering power does, they ‘rescue’ the conquered. Either from barbarism, the wrong religion, corrupt rulers or whatever else.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But we <i><span style="font-weight:400">did </i><span style="font-weight:400">actually save them from a damned daemon prince?” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It doesn’t really matter.” She shrugged, leaning back with a blissful smile on her face as my thumbs started working the knots out of her right calf. “Would you be a dear and give me the holopad? The sooner I’m done with the speech, the better.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, one holopading right up!”