[ It is, of course. He hates it, that the Lord Captain wanted to preserve Marazahai's sanity by allowing him to cut his way through the population certainly still made his skin crawl. It was not, exactly, that Heinrix would go out of his way to protect them, exactly. The people of the Empire lived to serve the Emperor, but that did not mean that he wanted them to fall to the Xenos.
And yet. Here he was. Force sword strapped to his side, a chill pushing in at the edges of his perception just from the experience of being so close to Marazhai. ]
I'm afraid you are correct, but as the Lord Captain has freedom to do as she sees fit... I will at least make sure you take only what is required. The Emperor has granted her the freedom and leniency to take action, after all.
[ Icily; a puff of vapor from his lips when he said: ] You should thank her.
[ the walls, too, looked to be forming ice crystals. It is not fear that suffuses the Inquisitor, it is anger. What is there to do but accept it, and do what is required? At least he will prevent further harm.
One of the voidborn walked into the hallway, and stopped.
Paused.
The fear was palpable ]
and bless the dlc for showing me wtf the lower decks are like (bad)
[ Marazhai feels the chill on his skin, and with Heinrix’s witch powers, it practically seeps in down to the bone. For most, it would be the sort of uncomfortable that verges on painful, and, true, it is for Marazhai too. But for drukhari, that’s a pleasure. He hums out a low, quiet trill of a noise, and he flashes Heinrix a wild smile when he says he should thank the Captain. It’s like he’s deliberating whether to say something sharp or to put something sharp in Heinrix’s belly.
But the noise of easy, fearful prey moves him on from the harder bounty that is the Inquisitor. ]
Ha— You know, Inquisitor, maybe I will.
[ Marazhai stalks forward in quick steps, and with his height, the distance is closed so quickly that the voidborn barely has time to stumble over themselves. They only manage half a turn, half an utterance of “Xenos” before Marazhai grabs the pale, gangly creature by its meagre hair and lifts them off their feet. That pain pulls out a scream and no less than a purr from the drukhari. ]
Mmmm… You know, I much prefer those of you I find on the battlefield.
[ The voidborn kicks at Marazhai as best they can, but his armor does its job, and he doesn’t even flinch. It does it further when his grip tightens enough for the clawed metal to dig into their scalp deeply. Blood drips down their pale skin, but Marazhai instead turns to look at Heinrix. It’s exactly what’s expected from his kind, but it’s another thing to still to see that this is a slow slaughter. ]
The rabble you fill your ships with… Pathetic things. Don’t you think?
god i can't wait to get back to that (also i had to make more icons)
[ Heinrix is no stranger to such tortures, to the misery that comes from a slow, aching death. He sees it, and by the Emperor, he feels it in their blood, something he can barely keep from tapping into. Not to soothe the pain — for Heinrix does not even think of soothing it — but as a masochist, it is to feel their death, as if another on his soul will add to the tally, and be his to number.
The Drukhari will not, of course, remember this nobody. Normally Heinrix would not either, because they were the rabble, he was correct about that. He does not think of the victims of random Xenos atrocities to be something to strike into his ledger.
It is because he is watching them. Because he also knows the Lord Captain will not. ]
Every being under the Emperor's Light is given the opportunity to thrive. However, the reaches of man are far, and the further they become from his light, the more pathetic they become.
[ It's practiced, of course. The Voidborn so often were rabble. Of the people who would be taken, they are the least useful.
But he still rankles, thinking of Marazhai taking them. It grows colder even still, the sprinkling of ice and frost on the walls. ]
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And yet. Here he was. Force sword strapped to his side, a chill pushing in at the edges of his perception just from the experience of being so close to Marazhai. ]
I'm afraid you are correct, but as the Lord Captain has freedom to do as she sees fit... I will at least make sure you take only what is required. The Emperor has granted her the freedom and leniency to take action, after all.
[ Icily; a puff of vapor from his lips when he said: ] You should thank her.
[ the walls, too, looked to be forming ice crystals. It is not fear that suffuses the Inquisitor, it is anger. What is there to do but accept it, and do what is required? At least he will prevent further harm.
One of the voidborn walked into the hallway, and stopped.
Paused.
The fear was palpable ]
and bless the dlc for showing me wtf the lower decks are like (bad)
But the noise of easy, fearful prey moves him on from the harder bounty that is the Inquisitor. ]
Ha— You know, Inquisitor, maybe I will.
[ Marazhai stalks forward in quick steps, and with his height, the distance is closed so quickly that the voidborn barely has time to stumble over themselves. They only manage half a turn, half an utterance of “Xenos” before Marazhai grabs the pale, gangly creature by its meagre hair and lifts them off their feet. That pain pulls out a scream and no less than a purr from the drukhari. ]
Mmmm… You know, I much prefer those of you I find on the battlefield.
[ The voidborn kicks at Marazhai as best they can, but his armor does its job, and he doesn’t even flinch. It does it further when his grip tightens enough for the clawed metal to dig into their scalp deeply. Blood drips down their pale skin, but Marazhai instead turns to look at Heinrix. It’s exactly what’s expected from his kind, but it’s another thing to still to see that this is a slow slaughter. ]
The rabble you fill your ships with… Pathetic things. Don’t you think?
god i can't wait to get back to that (also i had to make more icons)
The Drukhari will not, of course, remember this nobody. Normally Heinrix would not either, because they were the rabble, he was correct about that. He does not think of the victims of random Xenos atrocities to be something to strike into his ledger.
It is because he is watching them. Because he also knows the Lord Captain will not. ]
Every being under the Emperor's Light is given the opportunity to thrive. However, the reaches of man are far, and the further they become from his light, the more pathetic they become.
[ It's practiced, of course. The Voidborn so often were rabble. Of the people who would be taken, they are the least useful.
But he still rankles, thinking of Marazhai taking them. It grows colder even still, the sprinkling of ice and frost on the walls. ]
How many of this rabble will sate you, Xenos?