Well, since the TT seems to be thoroughly exhausted, we come now to the next chapter in the tale of the Techpriestess, continued from >>95940011

>Still marveling at the dark miracle that had restored the cruiser's systems to function, Salafié made her way up out of the engineering decks to take stock of how the ship had fared. There, in corridors thick with smoke and strewn with the bodies of slain servitors, a dreadful thought came to the Priestess. What had become of the Navigator, alone in her spire during the daemonic incursion?

>Hastening to the navis sanctum, Salafié arrived to find Lady Mirabella slumped over on her throne, disheveled, cheeks stained with bloody tears. For a moment, she feared the worst, yet fluttering eyelids and mumbled snippets of prayer marked the young Navigator as still among the living, unspoiled in body if perhaps not in mind.

>It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, but as Mira opened hers to gaze upon the Priestess, she saw only her own face reflected in the glassy lenses of Salafié's bionics. She did not know what she had hoped for; perhaps just some sign of shared humanity. Mira would not, could not, put into words the horrors she had experienced in those desperate hours when the predators of the Warp had roamed freely aboard the ship, or what unspeakable oaths she had sworn to preserve her very soul from their hunger. Yet to see the Priestess utterly unaffected, regarding her with that impassive expression, Mira was suddenly impressed with the degree of her companion's inhumanity, and felt more hideously alone than even in the years of her captivity among the heretics.