Aaron Holland

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No I dont like messy, lol Im not here to fix anybody, he told you how he is, now listen.

[ first] [ prev] [ First Appearance] [ next] TOP SECRET - NOFORCON - NOXENOCON SIGMA (BLUE LEMUR) // 50 // CONFED Kteshaka'an was an Unified Outer Rims system halfway between the Great Gulf and the Unified Inner Systems, firmly in the Unified Out Rim. It was an agricultural system with moderate resource extraction. Three planets firmly in the green zone providing food for nearly 200 systems, the great gas refineries and the asteroid extraction and smelting facilities providing raw materials to the great factory worlds of the Inner Systems. For two thousand years the lemur who evolved on the middle planet of the Green Zone had been pacified. The birthrate had been controlled through genetic engineering, their numbers diminished to sustainable levels so that after their system resources were collected the species would still survive according to the Unified Science Council. The Lanaktallan had ensure that the species would be a net contributor to the galactic system rather than net consumers and for 2, 000 years had carefully nurtured the system so they could harvest the fruit of the largess of the system. Then the Precursors had came. The Lanaktallan had fled the system or entered shelters to protect them until the Precursor machines left. Even worse, the humans had arrived right after. The Lanaktallan had watched from their shelters and from their ships as the Terrans arrived, clashed with the Precursors with a fleet that kept arriving during the battle, getting larger and larger as time went by, and refused to withdraw even after taking more than 10% casualties. Finally the Terrans drove out the Precursors and began landing on the planet. Massive dropships that disgorged robotic soldiers, Terrans in heavy armor, tanks, artillery, air defense, and many other craft and personnel. Ustelet was a Hakanian, one of the small people who had managed to evolve on the middle planet of the three in the Green Zone. He had been raised to care for the Overseer's gardens outside of their luxury apartment. When he was done tending the garden, he received his rations for the day and was allowed to return to the burrows that the Overseers allowed them. He had watched the Overseers enter their shelter, stood there in the garden and watched as the doors closed and the tube had retracted into the ground with a hum. For a long time he didn't know what to do, so he went through the manor and cared for the plants. When darkness came he went back to his burrow. There he heard others repeating the same thing. Many were worried, no ration coupons had been given out and the dispensers would not give any food without the coupons. Ustelet and his warren-mates had huddled together, worrying about the lack of food. The next day the houses were still empty. Ustelet wandered around, caring for the plants, then went and stood in front of the computer terminal that was supposed to give him a ration coupon. It was dark, silent, even when he risked touching it a few times. He and the rest of his warren-mates went to bed hungry. The next morning Ustelet had been walking to his place of employment. The shuttles had shut down, just sitting in the street, when he had spotted something new. A group of Hakanian females, all walking down the street, holding infants, leading children, looking around with wide eyes. Ustelet had run forward, stopping and looking at the female. She had stared at him, fascinated by the way he looked. She was a house servant by the name of Elleft. She and other female house servants had heard crying and investigated. They found infant and child Hakanians in a building and had rescued them. Then they had started walking, looking to see if anyone had food. In desperation Ustelet had opened an Overseer food box, handing out the food to the females. He waited for an Overseer to rush up and chastise him, maybe even hurt him, for opening the box, but nothing happened. That night, many of the Hakanians did not return to their warrens. Instead, they sat out in the green places, where there were trees, bushes, plants, and pools of water, and watched the bright flashes in the sky. They oohed and ahhed over the flashes, the streaks, the patterns in the sky. The next morning they began to leave the cities, streaming out into the fields and farms and great sculpted parks. They ate what they could, drank from they could, as they left the cities. Ustelet stayed in the city. He painted arrows to where food plants were, to where water was, and wandered the empty streets. On his travels he found a display screen. On it he managed to puzzle out the meaning of the pictures. The pictures were asking if he needed help. If any of the Hakanians needed help. He pressed the icon that he needed help. The icons asked if someone could come in to help him. Looking around the empty street, where litter was blowing around despite his attempts to pick it up, he wondered why someone would ask that. He pressed yes and forgot about it. Two more days, searching the city during the day and watching the flashes in the skies at night, and he met a creature. It was big, black, made of some kind of metal that was dark it almost hurt his eyes, that seemed as if it should gleam but did not. It was bipedal like him, only it stood straight up and was huge compared to him. It had glowing blue eyes. It knelt down, and using Overseer speech, asked if he needed help. Ustelet answered that he was looking for lost females and immature Hakanians. The big one promised to help, then began to follow him around the city. Ustelet saw other bipeds, some as big as the one that followed him with thudding footsteps and the faint sound of humming, others smaller but harder to see, as if their clothing was blurring into the background. Twice he encountered females holding children being loaded into vehicles. He worried, until he was allowed to accompany the vehicle. The vehicle, driven by two of the smaller bipeds, took the females and the little ones to the farms outside the cities. There he saw the smaller bipeds, with the larger ones standing around, handing out food, blankets, water, toys, and in some cases even helping out by giving females and little ones medical care. Ustelet went back to the city, helping the search. On the fifth night, the flashes, began a crescendo and then slowly stopped right before dawn. That day he still searched, eating when he could, drinking for the stale tepid water when he found it, but found nobody. He headed toward where the ships came from the sky and looked around. He had always been curious about it, but had never been allowed near it. There were no Overseers to chase him away. He sat on some boxes and stared at all the wondrous things. He slept inside a mass transit vehicle, for Overseers not for Hakanians, then got up to wander about the massive building. He found abandoned luggage, rotting food, and litter scattered everywhere. A roar got his attention and he ran to the window to see what it was, his natural curiosity getting the better of him. Ships started landing. The Overseers began to return. Tubes of metal raised up out of the ground, doors opening, and Overseers came out. The tubes rose again and again, more and more Overseers coming out. He ran out to the big black biped, who's eyes were still glowing blue, standing next to it and watching as the tubes came up and the Overseers exited the tubes. "They left you here to die, " the big black biped rumbled in Overspeech. "They went away, " Ustelet replied, half agreeing. Ustelet saw his own Overseer and the family leave a tube. The female trotted over, reaching down and grabbing Ustelet's ear. "Why are you not tending my garden, slave? " Madame Overseer harrumphed. "You will docked ration coupons for every wilted leaf. " "Release him, " the big biped ordered, stepping in between them. The Madame Overseer gave a blubbering exhale of shock, clopping backwards. She motioned to the nearby Security and Social Police. Four of them came trotting over, three holding sting-sticks, the fourth holding a thing that Ustelet had never seen. "This, this... creature, interfered with my discipline of my slave, " Madame Overseer harrumphed. "Teach it a lesson. " "This system is under Terran Confederacy Martial Law, " the biped said, the words vibrating Ustelet's fur. "Kneel down and put your gripping hands behind your head, " an Socio-Police Overseer stated, galloping nervously around the big figure. "Or be prepared to be negatively stimulated. " "An assault upon one is an assault upon all, " the big biped rumbled. "There is no need for violence. " The Overseers jabbed the big biped with the sting-sticks. Ustelet closed his eyes, not wanting to see the big biped fall down and foam at the mouth. He wished he didn't have to hear the scream. "This is a violation of Terran Confederacy Martial Law Statues, " the biped rumbled. Ustelet heard more sting-sticks go off. "You are assaulting a member of the Confederate Marine Corps, a duly recognized and bonded authority during this period of Martial Law, " the biped said. Ustelet opened his eyes just as the Socio-Police Overseer with the strange thing lifted the long object to its shoulder and pointed it at the big black biped. More Overseer Socio-Police had shown up. Ustelet could even see LawSec and CorpSec surrounding the biped, that had moved away from Ustelet, who was now forgotten. "Do not, " the biped started. The long thing the Overseer was holding gave a loud crack and a line connected the biped with the object for an eye-watering second. The biped still stood there, a light smear on its chest. "First violation. Transmitting to Command and JAG, " it stated. Several of the Socio-Police and LawSec drew their weapons. Ustelet had seen the SocioPolice and Corpsec use those weapons to kill unlucky Hakanians who had been accused of violations of the Social Order Policy. He winced, but watched, as he had forced himself to watch the executions. More of the bipeds were
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I've argued in the past that Eldar as a whole are a lot less xenophobic and murderous than the Imperium, even if having way more reasons to be so than the human empire. It has happened in another thread that the question about Eldar feelings about killing other sentient beings has resurfaced in another topic. As promised to u/Sehtriom here I present some excerpt that I find may shed some light on the subject. Please feel free to add something I missed and enjoy the reading. TL, DR: non-Dark Eldar make quite a big deal of human killing and even suffering. Path of the Eldar, volume 2: Path of the Seer Thirianna is a Dire Avenger in a force tasked with killing everyone inside a complex, in a pretty standard Eldar engagement. Thirianna took it all in at a glance, her focus drawn towards another door on the opposite side of the room. The squad moved quickly, securing the door and a window that led to the balcony. Thirianna was first into the next room. It was some kind of eating area. A long table flanked by high-backed seats stretched the length of the room, set with plates and candlesticks as if ready for a meal. Thirianna heard a whimpering noise and leapt onto the table. She ran along its length, picking her way between the dishes and candlesticks without effort. At the far end of the room was another seating area, with overstuffed chairs and a round table. In the corner cowered a female human. With her were three children: one male, two female. Their faces were red and wet, their eyes glistening. The taint of Chaos permeates this place, said Kelamith. All must be purged. The humans made whimpering, animal noises as Thirianna brought up her shuriken catapult. The ambient light in Thirianna’s bedchamber was dimmed. She lay on the soft floor and looked at the shadows on the ceiling, watching the slowly-changing patches of dim light and dark shifting. Her slight body, narrow waisted and slender shouldered, was immobile. Her thin face was half hidden by the long sweep of white hair that lay across it, obscuring the tattoo of Alaitoc’s rune on her right cheek. Thirianna’s deep blue eyes roved from side to side as her gaze hunted the darker shadows, which constantly slipped to the edges of vision, refusing to give up their secrets. She smelled something strange: blood. A moment later she felt a pain in her hands. Lifting them up, she saw that she had dug her nails into her palms. She watched a droplet of her life fluid slide down to her wrist and drip onto her bare stomach. Something was wrong. A presence squirmed in the recess of her mind. The smell and the sight of the blood stirred it. The touch of Khaine, the anger of the Bloody-Handed God awakened. Thirianna closed her eyes, seeking peace in the darkness. Her vision was filled with the blood red of her war-mask. With a gasp she opened her eyes again. She whispered the mantras she had been taught, seeking to put aside that part of her that was Thirianna the Dire Avenger. Her brow itched, feeling upon it the rune of her shrine that had been painted there in blood. She lifted her finger to her forehead but felt nothing. There was no blood there. She had removed the rune and chanted the verses and still a remnant, a dagger shard, remained in her mind. Trying to relax, Thirianna took a deep breath and laid her hands on her chest. She felt the beat of her heart through her fingertips, swift and strong. The nagging sliver of Khaine would not go. She wondered if perhaps she should go to the shrine, to seek the guidance of Nimreith. She dismissed the idea. Thirianna felt that if something was amiss, she would be able to deal with it. Closing her eyes again, she probed at the wound in her psyche, feeling around the raw edges, hesitant to look deeper. Veiled with mental curtains, the memories within were part of her war-mask, detached from the rest of her thoughts. She felt them throbbing behind the locked synapses of her brain, insistent for attention. What could be so important that it demanded to be seen? Slowly, Thirianna folded back the curtains of her thought for a glimpse, the tiniest flicker of acceptance. She screamed, mind awash with a vision of crying children and the dying shrieks of their mother. During a vision quest, while training as a Warlock, she goes 'astral traveling' through the Webway and stumbles upon a Drukhari raiders staging point The webway encompassed the world of the tower but did not penetrate it. The threads of the infinity circuit surrounded the bubble but made no inroads towards the tower itself. Thirianna could see small figures of eldar walking along gantries and the docks, but she had no means of approaching closer. When she realised what the eldar on the dockside were doing, she decided that it was for the best that she could not come any closer. The eldar, garbed in highly stylised, barbaric clothing, bearing whips and scourges, were leading a seething mass of aliens from their ship to a yawning gate in the side of the tower. As the portal opened, the sound of shrieks and moans filled the air. Thirianna felt wave after wave of torment roiling around the reality bubble; agony unending poured like a flood from the gate of the tower. Turning her attention to the newest arrivals, Thirianna recognised humans, several dozen of them, amongst the miserable throng. The other creatures, some hairy, some scaled, some squat and misshapen, others upright with two arms and legs like eldar, were not known to her. They were all bound in energy cuffs, glowing bands of red around their ankles and necks. She could not see any more detail, and for that she was grateful. Later on, when arming and preparing in her former Temple and donning the Warmask as a Warlock, she again experiences her traumatic experience, dealing with the painful awareness of being a killer: Thirianna waited in the dark antechamber in the Shrine of One Hundred Bloody Tears, sensing the exarch in the room behind her calling the Dire Avengers to battle. She knew that she would have to reach into her memory and bring out the experience she had shut away. It was concealed firmly behind her war-mask, and Kelamith had hinted that the coming battle might bring it forth without Thirianna’s volition. Better now, she had decided, to confront this potential nightmare in the sanctuary of the shrine, than risk it taking her unawares at a critical moment. She began the mantra that brought forth her war-mask. She paused as it was settling into place, keeping a hold of her normal self to avoid being consumed with bloodlust. The witchblade in her hands thrummed with life, woken by her dark thoughts. Placing the blade to one side, disassociating herself from its war-hunger, Thirianna sat cross-legged in the middle of the chamber and closed her eyes. She pushed through the red film of the war-mask and opened herself to the memories that lay beyond. Dozens of recollections flooded through her, each a vista of death, a vignette of bloodshed. She shuddered, caught between the horror of the atrocities she committed and the ecstatic feeling that had flowed through her when she had perpetrated them. Yet there was nothing there that caused her greater concern than before. She had seen these things when she had prepared for the battle with the orks. There was another memory, so vile to her she had cast it down into the abyss of her thoughts, where even her warrior-self would not have to contemplate it. She baulked for a moment, afraid to venture further. Her skin felt slick with the blood of those she had slain, her ears rang with their wounded cries and death rattles, her heart pounded with the sensation of their fleeing life. Thirianna withdrew a little way, allowing the warrior-memories to recede, leaving her in peace again. She slowed her heart and breathing, instilling calm. If she were to unleash this dark memory she would have to do it swiftly, diving past the other recollections into its lair. Hardening her heart as much as she could, filled with trepidation, Thirianna thrust herself into the past, sweeping past the battles into the dark maelstrom of her innermost secret thoughts. She ran along its length, picking her way between the dishes and candlesticks without thought. With her were three children, one male, two female. The eldest female, the mother, shrieked something, covering the children with herself. Thirianna ignored her wails and opened fire, shredding the woman’s body. The children screamed, their tear-streaked faces spattered with the blood of their mother. The largest of them, the boy, leapt to his feet and charged Thirianna. She reacted without thought, stepping aside from his clumsily swinging fists. She swung the shuriken catapult, bringing it down on the back of the boy’s neck, easily snapping the young human’s spine. He flopped to the lacquered floor without a further sound. The two girls squirmed, trying to free themselves from the dead weight of their mother, eyes wide with horror as their brother’s corpse twitched in front of them. Thirianna looked at the youngest. She was barely old enough to walk, yet the look in her eyes seemed weighed with a lifetime of sorrow. The Aspect Warrior fired again, ripping out the child’s throat with a short salvo. The last struggled to her feet and turned to run. It was futile and she went down in a mess of blood and ragged dress, her blonde locks covering her face as she tumbled onto a rug. Thirianna looked at the sprawling bodies, the swirl of their blood and the splay of their dead limbs. They had been so fragile, so easy to slay. She laughed. Falling to one side, Thirianna let out a wild howl of despair. Her own laughter echoed around the chamber, haunting and deliberate, full of contempt for life. The seer clasped her head in her hands, filled with guilt and shame, her body convulsing as she remembered every fleck of blood on the faces of the dead children. She saw the edges of the mother’s ribs, bloody and scratched from the shuri
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