Not to be one upped by m husband...
From my Dark Heresy character...
(if you care to read)
So straight out of my sanctioning, without any time to think, although sometimes I still feel afraid to think…afraid of what might come out…what might happen. I have this journal, I have had it forever, I can’t even remember when I got it, but I’ve decided that now is as good a time as any to start writing in it.
May my words please You, Great Emperor
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We were on our way to training yesterday when we were rerouted to Sepheris Secundus. At least I believe we were rerouted, I was in meditation when I realized we were landing in a different location than expected. During our journey I mostly kept to myself, still unsure how those around me would take to a psyker. I am proud to be who I am…to have survived being sanctioned…to be able to serve the Emperor in the way I do. Yet I still know that my talents are not always trusted. Maybe this mistrust is another trial sent to those like me…a trial sent by the Emperor to continue testing my will.
I digress…
We are an interesting group, to the say the least, very different, and I can only assume that we come from different backgrounds. Since we landed, I have made witness to the talents of my teammates and saw a glimpse of what we may be able to do together, Emperor willing. There is Barick, the Adeptus Arbites. He seems to be a good heart and good shot. Zarkov seems to know a lot about what is going around us…another good shot, although I still do not know what to make of him. Our adept, Sila is gorgeous and appears to have lived a pampered life. And lastly, an usual tech-priest…I will admit that I have never had much dealings with tech priests.
When we landed I was instantly over-whelmed and felt completely in over my head. A young soldier greeted us and lead us to a Sargent (I believe). I will only admit to myself that I was so over-whelmed by what lay ahead of me, that I didn’t “come to” until we were lead to the mine. (I do remember someone, maybe Zarkov, ask me if I could do anything to figure out what was wrong with the men we heard screaming and/or laughing horribly in the tents as we passed. I must have met his question with a terrified look, as he didn’t ask me again.)
It seems that we were here because the Commissar had lost some men in a part of the mine known as the Shatters, which, as it turned out was very aptly named. We were lead to a very large door, one of the largest and heaviest I think I have ever seen. It took about half an hour for the men to open it, although I was still very much on the edge and trying to keep my mind focused…it could have been 2 minutes or 2 hours. The door closed behind us in a large, deep thud, and then there was silence. I felt as if we were being shut in our grave. And I guess in a way we were being shut in some one's grave.
We came to another door (much smaller this time) and went through. I found my fear had forced me to walk in the back of the group. Once on the other side of the door, my fears were justified and my head began to hurt with the sight before me. Blood everywhere and…in a pit: heads…bloody heads…expressions of pain and terror...blank eyes looking back at us…
I couldn’t stay there and begun to slowly walk backwards…I couldn’t remove my eyes from those looking back at me…and then I felt it…a cool, sticky breath on the back of my neck. I didn’t even have time to react, to turn around to see…Zarkov yelled for me to drop and instinctually I did. I fell, covering my head as I heard what I assume was Zarkov’s shotgun going off right above where my head used to be. I quickly crawled towards the group and by the time I reached them and stood, whatever it was, was on the ground. It was a horrible sight…a horribly disfigured mutant. I have seen pictures of mutants, but have never seen one. And this one….it looked as though his face was melted…and then I thought about how close he...it was to me…
We continued on, and came to a door that couldn’t be opened by just one person. Sila, Barick, and myself seemed to be the most fit, so together we pushed and something pushed back in resistance. I faltered a bit, but the other two managed to push the door open. Something scuttered across the floor and under a table. It turned out to be a miner. He appeared to be extremely frightened, but seem to be alright physically. Barick and I tried to convince him to go out to the exit door and that he would be fine. He refused, or was it his legs that refused, so Barick threw him over his shoulders and took him to the door and told him to wait there. Zarkov wanted to shoot him, which seemed cruel to me.
We continued on and walked right into a room where 4 more mutated miners attacked us. A few shots managed to hit my companions, and in the heat of the moment I heard Zarkov mention needing a flash-bang. I knew there was the possibility that it could stun my companions as well, but I had to try something…but I suppose I didn’t focus enough beforehand, as the next thing I remember was waking up on the ground, winded and injured. They told me I had glowed bright white and a loud bang came from my form, then I elevated off the ground, lightning emanating from my body. I guess it worked though, because the mutants were dead. Next time I need to allow myself a second to focus.
Then we came to a room with an odd pink glow, and I guess deep down in my gut I knew what that meant...we were about to face the thing I hate and fear the most...a daemon. One came and attacked. We took a few hits from it, but those with weapons disposed of it quickly. Then slowly the crystal, the thing emanating the pink glow started to flash. It became brighter and brighter and the flashing became more and more frequent. I couldn't remove my eyes from the glow...I knew what would be happening next, but was unsure what to do. It seemed I wasn't the only one to be made nervous at the flashing, Barick took a shot at it, but that only knocked a chip off of it and slowed the flashing for a moment. Zarkov yelled for us to leave, which I did at a run, and he placed something at the foot of the crystal which made an explosion that I felt in my gut and my heart. I need to understand these things that I hate...I need to research daemonolgy.
Down the hall we came to a room that held all of the gas tanks, a sticky situation as of course we knew better than to shoot a round off in there. as we were already starting to figure out how to handle things together, we managed our way through.
We came to another door which we could not open, but it seemed that I wasn't the only one who wanted to leave as soon as possible...we quickly made our way back to the first door and found that the miner Barick had saved had been following us around this whole time.
We found our way back to the large door and it seemed to take twice as long to get out. Even though the eeriness that I felt in to the mine had seemed to disappear when Zarkov's explosion destroyed the crystal, I still did not want to stay around longer than needed. And unfortunately, our miner friend was not "alright." He too had been exposed to whatever it was mutating those poor people. The Commissar took pity on him and gave him a bullet and rest.
Our first task is finished, and successfully. We are to stay here and rest for a bit, although I am not sure how long. But for now I will take the restless rest.
May my thoughts please You, Great Emperor.
~~~~~
(if you care to read)
So straight out of my sanctioning, without any time to think, although sometimes I still feel afraid to think…afraid of what might come out…what might happen. I have this journal, I have had it forever, I can’t even remember when I got it, but I’ve decided that now is as good a time as any to start writing in it.
May my words please You, Great Emperor
~~~~~
We were on our way to training yesterday when we were rerouted to Sepheris Secundus. At least I believe we were rerouted, I was in meditation when I realized we were landing in a different location than expected. During our journey I mostly kept to myself, still unsure how those around me would take to a psyker. I am proud to be who I am…to have survived being sanctioned…to be able to serve the Emperor in the way I do. Yet I still know that my talents are not always trusted. Maybe this mistrust is another trial sent to those like me…a trial sent by the Emperor to continue testing my will.
I digress…
We are an interesting group, to the say the least, very different, and I can only assume that we come from different backgrounds. Since we landed, I have made witness to the talents of my teammates and saw a glimpse of what we may be able to do together, Emperor willing. There is Barick, the Adeptus Arbites. He seems to be a good heart and good shot. Zarkov seems to know a lot about what is going around us…another good shot, although I still do not know what to make of him. Our adept, Sila is gorgeous and appears to have lived a pampered life. And lastly, an usual tech-priest…I will admit that I have never had much dealings with tech priests.
When we landed I was instantly over-whelmed and felt completely in over my head. A young soldier greeted us and lead us to a Sargent (I believe). I will only admit to myself that I was so over-whelmed by what lay ahead of me, that I didn’t “come to” until we were lead to the mine. (I do remember someone, maybe Zarkov, ask me if I could do anything to figure out what was wrong with the men we heard screaming and/or laughing horribly in the tents as we passed. I must have met his question with a terrified look, as he didn’t ask me again.)
It seems that we were here because the Commissar had lost some men in a part of the mine known as the Shatters, which, as it turned out was very aptly named. We were lead to a very large door, one of the largest and heaviest I think I have ever seen. It took about half an hour for the men to open it, although I was still very much on the edge and trying to keep my mind focused…it could have been 2 minutes or 2 hours. The door closed behind us in a large, deep thud, and then there was silence. I felt as if we were being shut in our grave. And I guess in a way we were being shut in some one's grave.
We came to another door (much smaller this time) and went through. I found my fear had forced me to walk in the back of the group. Once on the other side of the door, my fears were justified and my head began to hurt with the sight before me. Blood everywhere and…in a pit: heads…bloody heads…expressions of pain and terror...blank eyes looking back at us…
I couldn’t stay there and begun to slowly walk backwards…I couldn’t remove my eyes from those looking back at me…and then I felt it…a cool, sticky breath on the back of my neck. I didn’t even have time to react, to turn around to see…Zarkov yelled for me to drop and instinctually I did. I fell, covering my head as I heard what I assume was Zarkov’s shotgun going off right above where my head used to be. I quickly crawled towards the group and by the time I reached them and stood, whatever it was, was on the ground. It was a horrible sight…a horribly disfigured mutant. I have seen pictures of mutants, but have never seen one. And this one….it looked as though his face was melted…and then I thought about how close he...it was to me…
We continued on, and came to a door that couldn’t be opened by just one person. Sila, Barick, and myself seemed to be the most fit, so together we pushed and something pushed back in resistance. I faltered a bit, but the other two managed to push the door open. Something scuttered across the floor and under a table. It turned out to be a miner. He appeared to be extremely frightened, but seem to be alright physically. Barick and I tried to convince him to go out to the exit door and that he would be fine. He refused, or was it his legs that refused, so Barick threw him over his shoulders and took him to the door and told him to wait there. Zarkov wanted to shoot him, which seemed cruel to me.
We continued on and walked right into a room where 4 more mutated miners attacked us. A few shots managed to hit my companions, and in the heat of the moment I heard Zarkov mention needing a flash-bang. I knew there was the possibility that it could stun my companions as well, but I had to try something…but I suppose I didn’t focus enough beforehand, as the next thing I remember was waking up on the ground, winded and injured. They told me I had glowed bright white and a loud bang came from my form, then I elevated off the ground, lightning emanating from my body. I guess it worked though, because the mutants were dead. Next time I need to allow myself a second to focus.
Then we came to a room with an odd pink glow, and I guess deep down in my gut I knew what that meant...we were about to face the thing I hate and fear the most...a daemon. One came and attacked. We took a few hits from it, but those with weapons disposed of it quickly. Then slowly the crystal, the thing emanating the pink glow started to flash. It became brighter and brighter and the flashing became more and more frequent. I couldn't remove my eyes from the glow...I knew what would be happening next, but was unsure what to do. It seemed I wasn't the only one to be made nervous at the flashing, Barick took a shot at it, but that only knocked a chip off of it and slowed the flashing for a moment. Zarkov yelled for us to leave, which I did at a run, and he placed something at the foot of the crystal which made an explosion that I felt in my gut and my heart. I need to understand these things that I hate...I need to research daemonolgy.
Down the hall we came to a room that held all of the gas tanks, a sticky situation as of course we knew better than to shoot a round off in there. as we were already starting to figure out how to handle things together, we managed our way through.
We came to another door which we could not open, but it seemed that I wasn't the only one who wanted to leave as soon as possible...we quickly made our way back to the first door and found that the miner Barick had saved had been following us around this whole time.
We found our way back to the large door and it seemed to take twice as long to get out. Even though the eeriness that I felt in to the mine had seemed to disappear when Zarkov's explosion destroyed the crystal, I still did not want to stay around longer than needed. And unfortunately, our miner friend was not "alright." He too had been exposed to whatever it was mutating those poor people. The Commissar took pity on him and gave him a bullet and rest.
Our first task is finished, and successfully. We are to stay here and rest for a bit, although I am not sure how long. But for now I will take the restless rest.
May my thoughts please You, Great Emperor.
~~~~~