Chapter 339 - My SI Stash #39 - Alter by taovkool (Warhammer40KXMulticross)

-Another fic that is on a hiatus but since it's a rare Warhammer R34 Economy SI, I'm putting it in! Also because i've never seen Reines being used in one of these fics~

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Rated: M

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Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/alter-r34-economy-warhammer-40k-si.11347/ (taovkool)

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Chapter 0+1

(Tattletale)

The girl woke up with a jolt.

Awareness came in an instant and Tattletale realized that she was floating n.a.k.e.d inside a tank, filled with red-colored liquid and strapped to various cables and needles on her back. Two of which interfaced directly into her head. Strange sigils covered the tank making her unable to see outside the tank. A magic cult? Well, who knows. Tattletale felt like she couldn't care less.

She had no idea who captured her. She had no idea where she even was. She could feel pain spread throughout her entire body. Yet, despite all that, she felt fine. Relaxed. Comfortable, even. The fact that she was in pain felt irrelevant. The fact that she knew nothing of what brought her in this situation is not even worth thinking about.

Thoughts are incompatible with known personalities. Tattletale-self is Mastered.

Tattletale blinked. Well, she thought, that explained it.

She should not have been surprised. Her power was still working as ordered. Although she does not have the same degree of control over it. It showed no hint whatsoever on what the water or what these weird magical sigils were. It felt like her passenger was also significantly affected by this mind-affecting power.

She knew that she should have been angry that someone messed with her head. Instead, all she felt was acceptance and contentment. As if everything was the way it should be. It must have been part of the package of being brainwashed. She wondered if this was what Heartbreaker's victim feels like, before instinctively denying it. No, there was no false love inserted here. No layers of deception painted over her mind. She knew, even without her power that this was more than simple mind control. It felt... deeper. More intimate.

Not mind control.

So her power agreed.

She read a paper on Master effects once. Tattletale remembered something about identity and personality to be similar to writing on a book. A series of memory affecting the personal history of a person and the mindset they view the world. Any mind and emotional control intrude on that view. It forced a mindset not their own, distorting the mind with personal logic and personality both being put under intense pressure. Like another person writing on an already written book causing the words to overlap. Whatever is happening to her does not feel any way like that.

Tattletale-self train of logic functions perfectly without any significant changes. No external mental intrusions detected. Yet a comparison between the current and previous characteristics of Tattletale-self was far too comprehensive. Conclusion, Tattletale-self identity is being significantly altered.

Altered. Yes, that felt more like it.

Instead of overwriting the book of her mind, someone is erasing bits and pieces of it and writing their changes in her book. Changes in her mind. No, not mind. This is less mind control and more soul control. An alteration of her very soul. The core of her very being.

At this point, she wouldn't even be surprised if souls do exists. The fact that hers were now being altered by an unknown intelligence made Tattletale felt like she should have been more horrified on what was currently happening. However, what she felt was honest admiration and expectation. She couldn't wait for it to finish changing her. To finally fulfill whatever purpose will be imposed upon her soul.

Changes to self include alteration towards moral priority, core social concept, logical reasoning, s.e.x.u.a.l identity, and survival instincts. Personality 88,92% unchanged. Master considered Tattletale-self's power and personality the main asset.

Her power was informative but Tattletale was focused only on a single part of that revelation. Master. She couldn't move any part of her body, yet Tattletale smiled to herself in reverence.

Added the Master as the superior figure. Added the Master as the subject of absolute loyalty. Added the Master as a figure of worship.

Well, now. She wondered what kind of man this Master is? And it was a male, she was sure. Changes in s.e.x.u.a.l identity was a pretty big indicator. The silhouette image of a man in her imagination is causing her to shiver. Tattletale felt pretty certain that s.e.x would be one of the services her Master would demand. Does that mean her Master wanted a s.e.x slave then? Hot teenage girls on demand? Tattletale wondered what her new Master would be or what he would look like, before deciding it was ultimately irrelevant.

Her Master is her Master. Tattletale would love him, she knew that without a doubt. It doesn't matter if he was a fat old man or a handsome muscular jock. It doesn't even matter if he was a murderous villain like Jack Slash, a selfless hero like Taylor or just a common beggar you could find everywhere in the world. She would love and she would serve. Any order he'd made, she would do it. Anyone he told her to kill, she'd kill. Anyone he told her to save, she'd save.

Tattletale shuddered in anticipation. That certainty of purpose, it felt good. Whatever it is her Master is planning to use her for, she had to be ready to do it. Whatever flaws he has, she had to make up for it. And she was pretty certain this Master of hers has flaws. It might seem absurd that she, as a newly altered Tattletale, could think of her newly sworn Master so negatively. But the logic is simple. No matter how perfect it seems no man is ever without flaws. The fact that she could even think that her Master as not some perfect being when she is strapped to a soul altering device, showed that her new Master understood that as well. A realization that brought her joy and relief in equal measure.

Then a voice came out of nowhere and she felt euphoria.

I call upon thee.

It's him. She knew instinctively, that it's him.

Her Master is summoning her.

The sigils glowed. The red liquid in the tank turned into darkness. Sweet, blissful darkness. It sprang from the sigils like a liquid tentacle and entered her. From her mouth. From her lower parts. Were she able to, Tattletale would have m.o.a.ned. She couldn't describe it. She couldn't describe the sheer, delectable feeling of pleasure that she felt. She couldn't describe how Right it feels. It covered her entire body. Like a suit. Like a dress. Like a cocoon. A Shadow binding of her entire mind, body, and soul into the Dark.

If she could speak, if she could move, she would have long screamed out loud in pleasure and thrashed hard enough to rupture this entire tank. As paralyzed as she was, only muffled sounds came out of her mouth. The Dark is spreading to her insides. Her liver, her lungs, her heart. Everything about her was being painted black. God, the experience was beyond orgasmic. She wanted more. She wanted it to cover her entirety.

The Dark left her brain, her mind for last. She knew that when it does, she would cross a line she'd never come back from and doesn't that just sound delightful? Hurry up, she thought, hurry up and take me there! Yet it didn't. Not yet. It was intent on prolonging this. It was enjoying it. Making her gasping and m.o.a.ning in pleasure. The Dark was pressing in her every cell that was ever involved in the relaxation, pleasure and extreme happiness of a human mind. Until at the end, when it seems like even her sanity at her limit.

And at long, long last, when the Dark entered her mind, a voice she never knew she longed for resounded in her head.

Sarah Livsey. Lisa Wilbourne. Tattletale.

Yes, Sarah thought. That's me. That's all me, Master. Sarah Livsey, the daughter of a pair of corrupt socialites and sister of a suicidal boy. Lisa Wilbourne, the runaway, the puppet, and the friend. Tattletale, the villainous second in command and eventually the leader of the Undersider after everything fell apart.

That was all me and what I was before is now irrelevant. My experiences, my history, my body, my mind, my soul, my very self. The things that made me who I am. All of it now matters less than dust. Now, I am your slave. Your Servant. Give me the order, Master.

Come.

She came.

(The Third)

Awareness came within moments, and Tattletale was rather surprised that she could stand. Normally, had someone been suspended in a liquid, unable to use their muscles for anything for long periods of time, they would be incapable of using them and would have fallen face-first to the ground, she did not. Her augments flaring within her, a key part of her being coming into play as she landed lightly on her feet, completely ignoring her own nudity as the Dark formed into a cloak around her.

The room she was summoned into felt like the bridge of a ship she'd seen on Star Trek. Except it was a dozen times larger and more opulent and significantly more functional than the fake stage she'd seen. Beneath her feet were magic circles. No, a summoning circle, a new knowledge informed her. Designed to summon the women from the multitudes of reality to be Darkened as a new Servant to serve her Master.

"Huh, is this a spaceship? How fancy."

It really was. The consoles, the technology, hell, even the decorations like the carpets and the golden clocks, all of them looked like it was beyond what humanity of her world could ever create. Not even tinkers like Dragon.

And then Tattletale looked ahead, saw her new Master and knelt. Head bowed and she fell to her knees as if she was a supplicant being addressed by a king. She did not know why, to be honest. It just felt right something natural for her to do.

A man was sitting on the throne, and obviously it was her Master. He was flanked by two beautiful women. Both with dark cloak similar to her own.

One looked like she was barely sixteen, she had an amused look on her face. Her power telling her that this girl was assessing her as a threat, as an asset, and as a new family member...? That last one was a surprise. A Thinker then. While Tattletale's power lies in analyzing cues from small details, this girl seems to specialize in the bigger picture and long term plans.

As for her character, this girl looked just as fanatically loyal to Master. She'd gotten the same soul alteration treatment Tattletale herself has gotten then. A bit of a sadist. A lot of masochistic elements, mostly reserved for Master. There was something about familial starvation there as well. Seems to think of Master as her big brother? A preference for i.n.c.e.s.tuous relations then. Explained the new family member part. A sister in service, huh? A similar enough concept to a soldier's camaraderie of brothers in arms. Tattletale could accept that, she supposed. Taylor taught her that siblings are not always of the same blood. And she did wonder once what s.e.x with a girl she'd considered her sister would feel like.

The other one was a blonde with a goth-like appearance. She was beautiful, like a pale doll. Also impassive and held a neutral look on her face. A knight, her power told her, one with an unnatural devotion. This woman does not assess her for threats or anything like that. Oh, make no mistakes. If Tattletale suddenly became a threat this woman would kill her, because as far as the physical threat goes this woman was the greatest one in the room. A Brute 9 or 10 with something extra on the side. But she has a great enough faith in their new Master and his powers that this woman did not doubt for a second that Tattletale, her king's new summon, would never be a threat to him. Wait, she saw Master as a king? Something like a king, at least. Good to know that the Master's physical protection is in good hands.

As for Tattletale's own Master, he looked like an ordinary man with a blue denim shirt and jeans. Of course, she knew better than that. Her own power telling her of the unknown high energy field surrounding him. He was tall, around 6 feet with an athletic body. The ripples of muscles she could see from his shirt made her almost drool for a moment. His face was handsome. Caucasian and in his mid-20s.

He also looked really, really tired.

And now she was concerned, "So Master, the name's Lisa." Because Tattletale sounded rather less personal, and this is the man she'd be offering her entire life to, "Need any help there? You look exhausted."

Really, what were those two doing? If they are bound by the Dark just as she is now, they should know that Master's health and safety are paramount! Judging by the concerned glances by the two women, they apparently knew their mistakes. Or at least shared some of her concerns.

"Oh, you know, Lisa," Her Master sighed tiredly, it's less physical and more mental exhaustion, "It's just one of those days, I suppose."

Starting World: Warhammer 40K (4000 Points)

Control

Bindings: Fearful Shroud (Dark) > 200 Points

Lure: Dragon Musk (Attribute: Darkness) > 200 Points

Lure: Siren's Song > 50 Points

Other: 1 set of standard 3 Command Seals > 1 set is free

Other: General Seals > 10 Points

Total Cost: 460 Points

Perks

All Affinity > 80 Points

All Defense > 80 Points

Psychic Paper > 5 Points

Warranty Plan > 5 Points

Sweet Home > 50 Points

Heavenbuilt > 100 50 Points (AI Waifu Chosen)

Dragonblood > 200 Points

Total Cost: 520 Points

Waifu Chosen:

Nasuverse - Saber Arthuria (Everdistant Utopia): 200

Nasuverse - Reines (Imperial Strategist): 50

Worm - Tattletale: 10

Total Cost: 260

Chapter 1

It is the 25th Millennium of the Age of Technology and humanity is at its apex.

Under the banner of the Federation of Earth, mankind has flourished. An age of colonization known as the Stellar Exodus has begun. For more than a hundred century the Stellar Exodus has expanded the domain of mankind to hundreds of worlds, spreading the civilization of man across the stars. With the newly created Navigator Gene, men can travel the space faster, expanding Terra's colonial subjects from hundreds into millions. With the invention of the artificially intelligent humanoid constructs known as the Men of Irons, humanity tamed and conquered all the dangers of the galaxy. With their strength of science, reason, and technology. With their progress of art and culture. This is truly mankind at its greatest.

But even in this age of prosperity, the dark shadows loom across the galaxy. The rumors of a new breed of human mutation known as psykers have caused quiet discontent among those who had seen a peek of their twisted nature. Far-flung colonies had begun to taste the freedom of independence, and questions arose as to why they have to obey the selfish edicts of distant Terra. The Sol system, the very homeworld of humanity itself is not without threats. Beneath the byzantine rule of the Federation of Earth, vasts organizations and corporations such as the Olympus Mechanical Industries of Mars, the Venusian Collective, the Umbral Administrative Corporations began to plot and scheme against one another, as the ambitions of men drove them to seek more power.

The threat beyond might be even greater, for let us not forget that many of the aliens have not looked kindly upon the rise of mankind. Mighty Eldars, proud and decadent, with their vast realms, grand battlesh.i.p.s, and beautiful Craftsworlds, they ruled the galaxy with an iron fist and they looked at humanity with annoyance as the primitive Mon'keigh began to slowly encroach upon their domains. The maggot-like Slaughts, always ever-elusive and eager for the flesh of men, hid amongst humanity and enacted their terrible conspiracies with unknown purpose and unholy rigors. The Orks, galaxy's eternal pests, with an endless hunger for war and battle they built their stellar empires from the blood of millions of species. Rising and falling faster than the wind. And the blood continues to flow.

Yet even those shadows pale to the ones that lurked beneath. For within the very space itself lies a horror hidden to most. And they look upon the gleaming Milky Way with malevolent glee.

This is the story of the final pages. The last dawn before the darkness. The end of the golden age upon which the dreams of men rested. And the beginning of the darkest ages of humanity. The age of endless war.

(The Master)

"What the shit is this?"

Reading through the passages, nobody could blame me for being a wee bit terrified. It's bad enough that I woke up in the middle of a colony that is being ravaged by green-skinned giant things that reminded me of Orks like in Warhammer. Having direct confirmation that I am stuck in f.u.c.k.i.n.g Warhammer of all the goddamned places are not doing my nerves that great. Not to mention I started off with nothing but the shirt and shorts I slept in. To say I was having a panic attack and turning batshit insane was an understatement.

I've spent a week in this madhouse of a world. A week of wandering about corpses, ruins of a city with weird architecture, and things constantly trying to kill and eat me. F.u.c.k, I don't even know what the name of this world is. Mostly because I can't read the local languages. What with them all being aliens and stuff.

Oh, you thought this was a human colony? No. Of course not. When did I ever get that lucky? It was the colony of some alien mollusk. With colored slimes put on as signposts and thousands of buildings that remind me more of a snail's shell if you enlarged it to the size of a skyscr.a.p.er. Of course, this being Warhammer, the orks obviously just want a good fight and starting bashing and shooting everybody in sight. I'd be a lot more sympathizing with the locals if the snail-uh, mollusk people here aren't trying to shoot gooey acid stuff at me from their body parts.

It's really surprising how unsurprising it is that the aliens here don't seem that fond of humanity. The first time a group of them look at me, they pointed with their tentacled head and started screaming in the weird tone. Panic sounded rather universal like that. Kinda like what would happen if people saw a live tiger wandering around in the Big Apple, all menacing-like.

Between the orks and the snails, how did I survive you ask?

Two things, really.

One, the mollusk people designed their weird cities with a lot of small alleys and interconnected back entrances. With my short stature, I can hide in lots of places here. Lots of places to run and take cover in as well, since every building always connects to another building. Thank god I keep up with my cardio. My job as a stunt double really depends on me being fit. I'd be really, really dead otherwise.

Two, empty spaces. There doesn't seem to be that many orks and snails in this ravaged city. Only a few hundred at most. Listening from the stunted ork speeches, it looks like the 'big waagh' is happening in the southward of the planet, and the orks that are left here apparently missed the 'big fite' for this city because their bikes broke down a month ago. Apparently the warboss here killed the mekboys for the crime of 'can't repair any junk worth shit.' Of course, killing your mekboys also means that the orks are stuck here because nobody can get them any transport out. Gotta love that orkish ingenuity.

The snails? Can't speak snails, but I made a guess that the snail people here are the ones that survived that fight and hid, only emerging when they thought it was safe. Probably a surprise for them that there are still orks around. Being the squishy human that I am, I mostly follow Nicolai's doctrine of 'let them take each other out' and take to luring each patrol of orks and snails into places where I've last seen the patrols of the other. Bloody effective in killing the bunch of bastards.

It was on my seventh day that I realized that something was wrong. For one thing, in these last seven days, I don't sleep and I don't feel any hunger or thirst either. Most importantly, I thought going seven days without food or drink or sleep was normal. Someone really laid the whammy on me, and the whammy only revealed itself on the seventh day.

As it turns out, that was because this shit popped up in front of me.

A Week of Assessment Completed. Temporary Affinities disabled. Temporary Defenses disabled. Mental Core restored.

Results: Acceptable.

Reward: R34 Catalog Enabled.

And then the f.u.c.k.i.n.g passage about Warhammer 25k showed up and I screamed in terror as my mind wanted me to several days ago.

When I finally started calmed down, it was already night. The day and night cycle in this place was pretty long so I must have been sobbing in my makeshift hideout for several hours. Must have been my luck that no orks or snails showed up in my breakdown. Long story short, I started reading the Catalog - which apparently popped up in front of my eyes like a game icon whenever I said 'catalog' - and my head felt a bit of a relief. At least I have some ways to turn this around in my favor. And I can't say having fantasy waifus turned real is not something I anticipated as well. Worst case scenario, I can just get Ciri or Elizabeth and get the f.u.c.k out of this universe.

Then I read a note down below that said 'log' and I wanted to scream even more.

Added Restriction: Lock the timeline of Alternate Dimension 'Home Sweet Home'. Users exiting the Alternate Dimension will find that no time at all has passed since entering the Alternate Dimension.

Added Restriction: Alternate Dimension 'Home Sweet Home' is tied to the Dreadnaught. Lost of the Dreadnaught will hurl the Alternate Dimension into a random location in the Warp.

Added Restriction: User and his Summons are not allowed to leave the designated universe until the beginning of the original timeline during the 40th Millenium.

Motherf.u.c.ker.

(The Third)

"So that's what happened."

We moved to the war room because obviously a throne room/command bridge is not that conducive for a strategy meeting. Well, less moved and more teleported. Because who needs walking when you can just teleport everyone across the ship with your mind?

We sat on a fancy chair and in front of us was a round table with holographic interface. Some drinks and food were served by the ship's automated dispenser thingy but they all tasted f.u.c.k.i.n.g bland. I think I saw Miss Arturia crying a little when she bit into the burger. I refrained from cursing of course because I'd rather die then insulting Master like that. Is this why Master needed the maids? And here I thought it was just because it's a fetish of Master's or something.

There was a lot to take in with Master's retelling. It surprised me a bit, this anger and murderous feeling I have for the orks and the snails. I noticed that Arturia, the knight, was frowning, and Reines' smile got even sharper. They felt the same thing, and through our shared connection with The Dark, the hatred swelled up.

"Pretty much. There were lot more swearing than screaming after that," Master sighed, I know he noticed the rising anger but he seemed to see it with satisfaction, "When I finally had enough of moping in my own shit, I bought all kinds of perks. Summoned Arturia and Reines there. Then I figure I need a spaceship of my own because I refuse to spend another second in that hellhole"

The perk, mind and soul affinity, is already paying its worth with how easy it is for me to memorize every part of Master's words.

"That was a few hours ago, correct?" I asked, just as a formality. That and to make conversation. These two noble girls seems like the type to ignore a commoner like me unless I directly talk to them.

"Since Master bought the dreadnought, yes." Arturia answered, expression as calm and stoic as ever, "I was summoned yesterday. The orks and the snails were in the way and my sword was required to extract Master out of the city."

"I was summoned after the dreadnought," Reines shrugged, "And then Miss Lisa here. I assume it had to something to do with her abilities?"

"Lisa here is basically girl Sherlock Holmes," Master smiled at me, and I barely restrained my grin at the compliment. "She's good at analyzing clues and deduction. You're great at long term planning, Reines. Which is why we're here now."

Master waved his hand. And then holograms with pictures of several people and text descriptions appeared on the round table. My power, ever helpful at times, told me that the process was automatic as the ship interfaced with Master's mind. Rather fancy for a strategic presentation. Nothing but the best for my Master, of course.

Reines started reading the texts at a rate that was seventeen times faster than a baseline human. I honestly felt rather inadequate at that. Thankfully, Arturia is a bit more of a normal reader, but then her eyes focused more on the abilities and threat level on each of the dangerous persona that seemed to play a part in this galaxy. Meanwhile, as I parsed over the words of the texts, my power was supplying several details that were hidden in it and I felt that familiar feeling of trepidation whenever I encounter someone or something way beyond my own power to handle.

"I don't exactly have a Holy Grail for meta-knowledge purposes so the first thing we need to talk about is the lore of this f.u.c.k.i.e.d up universe." Master scowled, "Games Workshop called this game Warhammer 40K."

Barely five minutes into the meeting, and I certainly agreed with Master's definition of f.u.c.k.i.e.d up.

Like, holy shit, this place is even worse than my own f.u.c.k.i.e.d up multiverse.

The space of this particular Milky Way universe is apparently connected to the Warp. A Hell-like mirror dimension ruled by four God-like beings that have nothing better to do in their daytime planner than to f.u.c.k over everything that lives for shits and giggles. Right now, there are only three of the assholes around. The last one, the God of Pleasure and Excess, is going to be born sometime this millennium by the Eldars. A race of space elves with triple the usual prideful elf tropes and quadrupled all the decadent l.u.s.t what with their monthly planetary orgies going on in their various core worlds.

"Four entities with a Beast-like nature achieving the power of ultimate Godhood," Reines grimaced, "That is not good."

"Tell me about it," I groaned. I gleaned enough about this Beast thing from that simple statement. Their equivalent on an Endbringer. I knew a comparison even worst than those bastards of Eidolon though, "Four more Scion with an even more insane attitude and they like to change up the rules on reality the same way kids wanted to draw their crayons on white walls."

Arturia grunted, "I do not think we have enough resources to challenge them in open combat. Are there any women that possessed equal power to them in your Catalog, Master?"

"The Tier 11, maybe." Master frowned, "Don't have any tickets for them though. Getting them is going to be hard enough, and I can't go out of the universe to get one."

"In that case, we steer clear out of their path." Reines sternly said, "Even killing their servants, those Daemons, can draw their attention. Until we have more assets to deal with their warbands, Master, you have to-..."

Reines never finished her words when she realized Master was looking at her with an intense frown. Why does he look kinda miffed at her now?

Ah, draconic nature. Being told what to do pissed him off, even though Master knew that Reines was right. Not to mention, Master's very nature is made of Darkness itself. All the dark lord I knew about in the stories are people that don't like being refused or ordered around by their lesser. And if Master's nature of Darkness is defined by his own perception, then this modern perspective should apply to him as well. Master would have accepted it if Reines said something like 'I advise we steer clear out of their path,' instead she phrased her advice like she was ordering him around. Now she's staring at him with a placid gaze back. Deep down though, I knew Reines was panicking. She knew she made a mistake. But her pride won't let her apo-...

Reines' chair and the holographic table disappeared along with the food and the drinks. Reines managed to stay in balance even after her chair disappeared and ended up standing instead of falling into the floor but then a wave of something passed through from the connection from Master to Reines. Reines shuddered, her gaze broken by the feeling of pain, pleasure and the intense order to submit.

Reines knelt and submitted.

"Reines el-Melloi Arschitorte," Master began, "While I do admit that your intelligence is vastly beyond my own, it seems you lack the understanding of which of us is the greater."

"I-..." Reines gasped, "I apologize, Master."

"Strip," Master waved his hand, Reines' chair and the table appearing back, "Then sit and listen. After the briefing, I'll lay out our objectives and ask for your advice."

"Yes, Master." Reines shut her eyes.

Ouch, public nudity for the prideful noble girl? Now that's harsh. Still though, to her credit, Reines obeyed. She slowly took off her fancy coat that looked like Chinese imperial regalia. Wait, it was a Chinese imperial regalia? Where the hell did she get that? She's British right? Is she from a sort of an alternate Opium War? Regardless of my questioning look, Reines began stripping. Her fancy shirt, her surprisingly daring black bra, her designer jeans, and hot black panties were on the floor. When Reines touched her stocking, a wave of disapproval came and she stopped. Now only dressed in her black jacket and stocking Reines' face was red as she took her seat back, she was trembling and Master's punishment filled her with... happiness?

Ah, right. masochist to Master only. The girl's trembling because she's desperately holding back her own grin. Uwaaaah.

I looked back at Arturia, wondering what a knight like her would feel about this. Yet she just cooly stared at the n.a.k.e.d Reines. This woman seemed to have no problem with Master's orders. No, not 'no problem', I widened my eyes at the revelation. This was her advice, my power told me. Simply feeling emotional response through the Dark is not enough for Arturia to ensure Master's safety. She doesn't have my power so instead a test of character is needed. Based on her attitude up until now, this Reines girl seemed to greatly value her pride. So the best test to make would be to hurt her pride and see what Reines' response is. Judging by the simple feeling of a supportive nod sent through our link with the dark, Arturia seemed to approve of Reines.

Well, no. She approved Reines for passing this first test, but if Arturia had her way, she's going to prepare even more tests of loyalty for her. Start small, and then expand into bigger tests. Acting through mouthpiece? Constant vigilance and paranoia? Shit, this Arturia woman doesn't really ring the same with her King Arthur namesake at all. In fact, this Arturia woman acted and behaved like a stereotypical knight, but she seemed to have completely abandoned the very fundamental concept of honor and chivalry itself. Not to mention, the way she looked at Master... it's not the way someone looked at their lover or a knight looking at her liege at all.

A fake knight, hm?

She's going to do the same to me, I bet. Or rather, she's going to get Master to do the same to me. If Master knew of my history, then the most obvious emotional lever to use would be either Taylor or Reggie. None of us can leave this universe even with someone with a dimensional travel power so that only left the Catalog to get those two here. With her bug control and commanding ability, Taylor might have some use to Master, but Reggie is absolutely useless. Summoning him - if it was even possible to summon a man - just to tests me would be a waste of points and I would have to reprimand Master if he considered it, punishments be damned. Hmm, summoning Taylor and then ordering me to torture her? Or maybe Taylor would torture me? Possible. Might serve as an initiation test for Taylor as well if she's going to join us.

I might need to make a proposal about an official version of this initiation test. Since death was not a concern with Warranty, we can ignore all physical consequences in favor of molding their mentality. The time limit on Warranty is a concern though. Maybe I need to take a few pages from the Slaughterhouse Nine. Psychopaths they might be, whenever Jack is bored with his usual murder and mayhem or Bonesaw is stuck in her 'artistic mood', they have a great record for physically and mentally demanding tortures without killing the poor bastards or bitches involved.

Still, while I would accept and do whatever tests Master has for me. I have to admit, this Arturia woman greatly concerns me. There is a great amount of dependency between this woman and Master, and I'm not exactly certain which of them are the superior ones. It's not a surprise considering that Arturia was the first of us that Master summoned. Yet I can't help but think that she might need a few tests and trials of her own.

Meanwhile, Reines, still rather tastefully n.a.k.e.d, sat back to the chair. I started grinning at her apparent attempt to stop her hand from touching herself. That would be disgraceful, especially with Master in front of her. After all, he just told her to strip, not to play with herself. Reines noticed my grin and gave me an irritated frown.

Our brief staredown was stopped when Master waved the hologram back and continued with his briefing.

There's a lot of aliens and monsters introduced here. More details on Eldars and Dark Eldars. Future Eldars' reliance on seers and their continued tendency of being a race of arrogant ass are leading them to a path of self-destruction where they burn the souls of their entire species for a final f.u.c.k you against Slaanesh. Dark Eldars are hedonistic assholes that get their assholes bigger the more they indulged in hedonisms. Eventually, they started going insane because they can't find enough 'hedonism' to fit their bigger assholes. The Tau, still a bunch of primitive cavemen in these days and age, is going to one day become alien communists with a lot of shady shit in their closet. Whenever somebody started talking about a Greater Good, lots of people are usually dead at the end of the day. Tyranids, thankfully still light years away from this galaxy, are psychic monstrosities that wanted nothing more than to feast upon the galaxy and they made Nilbog looked like chumps. A bunch of warmongering species known as Orks, has a weird fixation with calling wars 'Waagh', and reproduce by way of spores instead of raping any space elves. Gotta admit I felt a bit disappointed by that. Not to my tastes, so it must have been a bleedout from Master's own preferences. I should take more notes about that.

Since we already know about Slaanesh, Reines, who is starting to get comfortable with public nudity, asked what gave birth to the other three Chaos Gods. Going back even further, there's some more bullshit about aliens known as Necrons and the Old Ones. They went to war. The Necrons lost. They went sore loser like Germany did after World War I and called upon this extradimensional being known as C'Tan for power. They called it, 'The War in Heaven'. Predictably, it went shit for everyone involved. The Old Ones made a lot of new races that became a problem right now, then they went the way of the dinosaur leaving us to deal with their mess. C'Tan, who reminds me disturbingly of Scion, got betrayed by the Necron leader and got broken down into different fragments. The Necrons turned into machines and then tried to sleep their entire problem away. The Chaos Gods were born during all those centuries of madness, and none of the major actors gives a f.u.c.k all about them until they started f.u.c.k.i.n.g up the Milky Way.

Facing up against them was humanity, which in the future is going to be a xenophobic Empire led by a God-Emperor figure that started the Great Crusade to conquer the stars for the sake of atheism, scientology and the good of all mankind. But then he's stuck in his chair because his sons think he's an asshole with unwarranted religion phobia and a shit parent too boot. I took note as Arturia grimaced a little at hearing about Horus Heresy. Well, she looked as impassive as ever but my power is running about 500% right now and I can analyze even the smallest twitch on her mouth.

I think I'm starting to have some ideas on who she is.

The briefing continues for more than 6 hours.

The Eldar Gods. Cegorach. Psykers. C'Tan. Mag'ladroth. Mechanic.u.m. Rogue Traders. Inquisitions. Black Library. The Emperor's Primarchs. The Great Crusade. Etc etc.

Every single detail about every single threat in this galaxy was described, discussed, and dissected. And yet, there were still more that went unsaid. The snail alien that Master encountered on his first planet was species unrecorded by Master's knowledge. It's a big galaxy, there were certainly details that were missing.

Out of topic, I'm really, really starting to get sick of the ship's automated food system. We really needed those maids activated ASAP.

"Let me say this myself," Master grimly said, "This universe from this 25th until its 40th Millenium is going to be a nightmare to live in. Which is why we need to prepare for our survival until the time comes when we can leave this blasted universe."

Master waved, and then my mind is filled with the knowledge of how to operate the holographic round table in this room. Not only that, but there were also blueprints of the ship. The number of points that Master has yet to use. The list of women in the Catalog, their skills, their history, and their characteristics. Judging by the looks on Reines and Arturia, they were given the same info as I have.

"There are several dilemmas that I'm facing." Master closed his eyes, "Even if I can order around this Dreadnaught, it's not an optimal setup. We need more personnel."

When he opened his eyes, Master looked at me then at Reines.

Oh. Oh, so that's what he wanted us to do. I shivered and started rubbing my legs closer.

"This is why I summoned you, Lisa, and you as well, Reines." Master said, "What I have given you is the sum of what assets we have. What I need is advice on how to use it. We need several researchers, several medical officers, a group of AIs to man the ship, engineers to maintain the ship, and pilots to man the drones. Which girls should I summon and enslave to fill this blank?"

So we're choosing the women that Master is going to summon? The ones that are going to be summoned and swallowed by Master's Darkness? I licked my lips and resisted the urge to masturbate right here right now. God, that sounded so hot.

"Aside from that, there are other choices I need to make." Master continued, "Should we settle a planet and forge our own empire or do we continue a nomadic life on this ship? Should we join the Imperium or do we leave it to rot? Should we openly declare our existence and do what we can to stave off the end of this galaxy? Or do we live the lives of exile, avoiding any and all galactic entanglements?"

"Discuss." Master ordered us, "Give me options, girls."

Arturia Pendragon (Everdistant Utopia) (T8): 200

Role: Battlemaster

Alteration: ???

Reines El-Melloi Arschitorte (Imperial Strategist) (T6): 50

Role: Strategic Operations

Alteration: ???

Tattletale (T4): 10

Role: Intelligence

Alteration: ???