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>Thus the Priestess began, picking up where the Rogue Trader's report had left off, telling of how she had continued on after the rest of the expedition had fallen, until she stumbled upon an ancient Webway portal, whisking her across the galaxy to one of the long-dead worlds of the fallen Eldar empire, where she wandered in madness through daemon-haunted plains of glass amidst spires of twisted bone.
>She told of her "rescue" aboard a ship that (she swore most insistently) she did not realize housed a Chaos warband of the Black Legion. How and when she had made that discovery, Salafié was somewhat coy about, yet she recounted the servitorization of the ship's menials in such bloodcurdling detail that the Lord-Captain did not think to question her on the omission.
>As Cassius sat in appalled silence beside her, the Priestess went on to tell of her betrayal and assassination, how her augmetics had sustained her long enough to set her servitors loose upon the heretic crew, revelling in the slaughter before succumbing to her wounds.
>There followed her resurrection by means nanotechnological, her discovery of the imprisoned Navigatrix, her seduction thereof, and all the tantalizing details of their trysts together. Finally, Salafié told of her ill-fated journey through the Warp (that she carefully omitted any mention of the emissary of Vashtorr must tell the reader much of the temptation she yet felt in that direction).
>And so, the Rogue Trader was left to absorb a story of such mad absurdity that it could only possibly be true, the implications of which left him deeply troubled. For though he had long protected this wayward Priestess from the prying eyes of Imperial authorities, a captured cruiser crewed by the servitorized remains of a Chaos warband was not a thing that could be long concealed. And yet, as he felt a familiar warmth press against him, mechanical claws slowly drawing him into an embrace, already a plan was forming in his mind.
>Thus the Priestess began, picking up where the Rogue Trader's report had left off, telling of how she had continued on after the rest of the expedition had fallen, until she stumbled upon an ancient Webway portal, whisking her across the galaxy to one of the long-dead worlds of the fallen Eldar empire, where she wandered in madness through daemon-haunted plains of glass amidst spires of twisted bone.
>She told of her "rescue" aboard a ship that (she swore most insistently) she did not realize housed a Chaos warband of the Black Legion. How and when she had made that discovery, Salafié was somewhat coy about, yet she recounted the servitorization of the ship's menials in such bloodcurdling detail that the Lord-Captain did not think to question her on the omission.
>As Cassius sat in appalled silence beside her, the Priestess went on to tell of her betrayal and assassination, how her augmetics had sustained her long enough to set her servitors loose upon the heretic crew, revelling in the slaughter before succumbing to her wounds.
>There followed her resurrection by means nanotechnological, her discovery of the imprisoned Navigatrix, her seduction thereof, and all the tantalizing details of their trysts together. Finally, Salafié told of her ill-fated journey through the Warp (that she carefully omitted any mention of the emissary of Vashtorr must tell the reader much of the temptation she yet felt in that direction).
>And so, the Rogue Trader was left to absorb a story of such mad absurdity that it could only possibly be true, the implications of which left him deeply troubled. For though he had long protected this wayward Priestess from the prying eyes of Imperial authorities, a captured cruiser crewed by the servitorized remains of a Chaos warband was not a thing that could be long concealed. And yet, as he felt a familiar warmth press against him, mechanical claws slowly drawing him into an embrace, already a plan was forming in his mind.
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