"In the ruthless universe of the far future there is only war."
That is something that Kanan Scott knew very well. After two hundred years or more, as he never counted, he thought that his death would give him the opportunity for eternal rest in the...
He thought he had fallen asleep, but that seemed not to be the case. Or if it was?
In any case, Kanan seemed to have woken up in a place that was not his ship. Or at least his mind had. It was enough to look around a little to know where it was, because the accumulation of warped energy and the chaotic torrents everywhere was something you could only find in the warp. Kanas took a deep breath to try to calm himself before meeting the one or that one, or the one who had called him to that place.
Kanan: - Five years without hearing your hateful words. And here you are. One more time. Right now. -
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Slaanesh: - Fence, fence. I thought you'd be happier to see me. After all. These years you must have missed our talks. - The ork's face could not be more neutral, despite the god's imposing tone of voice.
Kanan: - Good. If you have brought my conscience here it is because you have something important to say. Or some macabre request to make of me. - The god laughed mischievously.
Slaanesh: - Very perceptive as always. Talking to you is a pleasure. So sharp a blade. But you're right. I don't usually waste my time like that. After all, I have many... matters to attend to. - The ork simply shrugged his shoulders, he couldn't care less what the god had to do.
Kanan: - Well? What do you want? -
Slaanesh: - Well... Now that you can navigate through space, I guess you wanted to go to your beloved Terra to fulfill your destiny. -
Kanan: - My desire is what keeps this miserable way of life going, but I'm not even that stupid. I know Terra's defenses very well, and these forces following me will fall long before we even reach the Milky Way. -
Slaanesh: - Mmmm. It's good to see you still have some common sense. - The ork just sighed before the comment.
Kanan: - Is that all you came to say? =
Slaanesh: - As desperate as ever. But I will take your words literally. I have a task for you. But not for now... Now I come to offer you something that will be helpful to you. -
Kanan: - First you offer me your hand and then you collect the debt... Why am I not surprised by a god of chaos? That...? Is my soul not enough to amuse you? -
Slaanesh: - Indeed... My little toy. -Those words did make the ork angry. - But what I have to offer you is worth more than any small favor I could ask of you. -
Kanan: - You're done with the detours. Just say what you want. This place is disgusting. - His tone of voice was clearly annoyed.
Kanan perhaps wanted to be more sensible when choosing his words. He was talking to a god of chaos after all, a rather unpredictable and manipulative one. One who smiled macabrely before sinking one of his deep nails into Kanan's chest.
The white-haired ork screamed and grunted in pain. His cries were heard throughout the warp, as an amount of warp energy entered his body. Kanan was not a psychic, and that amount of energy was causing his body to rebuild molecularly, molecule by molecule, atom by atom, which caused such intense pain that the sensation of being eaten alive by tyranids was no longer so painful. unpleasant or painful. Hours of agonizing pain had passed in his mind... but the truth was that not even ten seconds had passed before the god removed the nail from his body.
