Elta Kesstel wrote:
Settling back in her seat, she surveilled the room anew, making sure she hadn't missed any subtleties from her surroundings as the Imperials had captivated her interests. Turning to the General Aleksandr after a long time considering it, she said softly, "Kind of you to have offered me a delight from your kind, in the form of that tinned treat. However... It doesn't sit right with me to take such a gesture without some form of reciprocity. I'm sure you'd noticed I bring little beyond myself here. The coin that secured my own meal I earned on the way in. I can then only hope my intrusion was not a nuisance. My curiosity was sincere. If I can repay by fulfilling unspoken curiosity, name it. I've certainly had my curiosity sated by your open answers."
" Your ehrm... venom, i presume it has no antidotes known or otherwise? Regale me about your kind, perhaps the coordinates of your homeworld would be a bit of a stretch... yes... a vial of your venom will do nicely... i could wager it with the magos biologis for other technology.. or weaponize it. My curiosity pertains to your capacities... do you spin silk as well ? "
Aleksandr put forth a little collection vial with a soft lid.
Bare thine fangs and have at it... please partake of the amasec and lho-sticks as you please. We have accords, dont mind my guardsman taking a measurement of your cranium, its very strictly for cataloging this fortuitous first contact. I concede, you are pleasant company which is more than what can be said of some patrons in this establishment.
Aleksandr continued conversing with Elta
The entomoids in our universe are rarely this sentient, by your semblance alone one could call you abhuman. The closest we have are tyranids... eurgh... I despise tyranids.
Aleksandr leaned towards Elta with wide eyes as if to add dramatic flair, gesticulating with his arms as he spoke.
" They are like deadly gigantic preying mantises what with the claws and chompers and such... very deadly and.... DANGEROUS
He paused, clearly having very vivid flashbacks, taking a moment to wipe the sweat off his forehead as this sort of thing tended to induce a fervor, perhaps it was PTSD but made more productive?
" So there I was, upon the bridge of the Martellan Imperia, Corporal Hieromento and I were tasked with holding the locus so that power could be restored to the navigation arrays, that damnable tech priest could not work any slower, all was quiet, we felt sure in our defense... hreheh... how wrong we were.. how wrong..
Aleksandr erupted from his chair leaning menacingly towards Elta, his eyes frozen in the thousand lightyear stare, breathing tachypneic, appearance intense and diaphoretic.
" THEY SET UPON US LIKE WILD RAVENOUS RABID HYAENAS, GOUGING CHUNKS OUT OF MEN WITH NO REGARD FOR ARMOR, THEY HAVE A BITEFORCE SEVERAL TIMES THAT OF A UNDERHIVE FIGHTING MASTIFF, IT WAS A BLOODBATH, MY CHAINSWORD JAMMED ON VISCERA "
Aleksandrs guards rushed in to grab him by the arms.
UN ... UNHAND ME... I HAVE TO GET BACK IN THE FIGH- what ? Mathius's tabernaculum.. oh yes i suppose thats what this place is... ahem... my apologies... heat of the moment sort of thing. In other words, just another tuesday in the imperium... hreheh... Hieromento, old chap, if it weren't for your ingenuity that day...
The lord general paused pouring some recaf out into cups
" He's dead if youre wondering... anywho, care for some recaf ? Hows that venom vial coming along ? "
The frantic pacing Drakenfell took to as soon as he permitted himself closer scrutiny of her inhuman traits left her glowing eyes wide and still as she seemed set like stone in the aftermath for a few precious heartbeats before she sensed her own self-preservation instincts were sufficiently back under her control. She'd had to physically lock down almost every hydraulic muscle in her body to avoid lashing out in panic, but the cause for panic seemed passed, and she gently lifted the phial to her mouth, inspecting the material and lightly allowed a fang to rest over it, as she contained the other behind a lip to avoid drooling. A few drops pooled at the base of the phial, to her own chagrin, the bottom of the phial gave out, and the venom spattered to the wooden table beneath. Interestingly enough, even what spilled seemed entirely harmless to the wood below, save a slight burn mark that seemed far lessened, when compared to what it had done to the phial. Muttering in frustration, she eyed the glass like it had betrayed her.
"Alas, I might have predicted this... I've been trying to figure out the cursed design of my creator, and this seems to be part of his sick intent. My venom is not a true venom. More of a corrosive, with necrotizing properties. It does its job, and promptly neutralizes itself. Few things can resist it, but even eating requires I produce quite a fair amount of this. It flash necrotizes my meal, little bits at a time, each drop only achieving so much before it goes inert, and simply becomes part of what the meal eventually is. It's.. actually somewhat sweet in its inert form, for what it counts. But while I could use it to bite my way out of a metal cage, attempting to stockpile it and preserve it for use on-demand... seems almost, if not explicitly impossible by design..."
She extended the phial back to him. "You can study it's effect. Perhaps, could even keep a ample of the inert venom that remains after. But without me present, my venom is invariably useless, as even I can only achieve anything with it almost immediately after production. I am no product of evolution or divinity. Certainly my root is, but I'm a product of madness... Woven into shapes not meant for my nature. But I am, what I am. You could call me, the first and... at least for now... last of my kind. I'm convinced the fleshweaver responsible for me is the definition of evil, and I hate him for the chaos he represents. Though whether I favor my origin or not, I must live, as all must seek to. The best I can do is to spite the vile fleshweaver for what he did by standing in virtue instead of the chaotic subterfuge he clearly intended my form to achieve."
"Alas, I might have predicted this... I've been trying to figure out the cursed design of my creator, and this seems to be part of his sick intent. My venom is not a true venom. More of a corrosive, with necrotizing properties. It does its job, and promptly neutralizes itself. Few things can resist it, but even eating requires I produce quite a fair amount of this. It flash necrotizes my meal, little bits at a time, each drop only achieving so much before it goes inert, and simply becomes part of what the meal eventually is. It's.. actually somewhat sweet in its inert form, for what it counts. But while I could use it to bite my way out of a metal cage, attempting to stockpile it and preserve it for use on-demand... seems almost, if not explicitly impossible by design..."
She extended the phial back to him. "You can study it's effect. Perhaps, could even keep a ample of the inert venom that remains after. But without me present, my venom is invariably useless, as even I can only achieve anything with it almost immediately after production. I am no product of evolution or divinity. Certainly my root is, but I'm a product of madness... Woven into shapes not meant for my nature. But I am, what I am. You could call me, the first and... at least for now... last of my kind. I'm convinced the fleshweaver responsible for me is the definition of evil, and I hate him for the chaos he represents. Though whether I favor my origin or not, I must live, as all must seek to. The best I can do is to spite the vile fleshweaver for what he did by standing in virtue instead of the chaotic subterfuge he clearly intended my form to achieve."
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