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The Daemon within awoke, and jolted Kay awake. Grumbling, the Elysian, or Daemon, neither was sure who was in control anymore, turned himself sideways away from the warm bed and swung himself up. Shambling steps and shuddering muscles saw him brought through endless hallways to the impromptu eating area they had made in this Space Hulk of theirs. Another Daemonhost was there, with a sympathetic look on her face, the dead and rotting flesh twisting and peeling with her already frayed face-muscles.
"Do you want your morning recaf?" asked the Enne with a polite tone. The Khornate nodded, rubbing his eyes to try wake them up. The Nurglite woman stood, then walked over to the machine that would make their morning recaf.

Meanwhile, back in some ass-end of the ship, the Slaaneshi woke up. She felt sore in just about every place other than where she'd have liked. Yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she could already tell the Khornate had left. As for the Nurglite, she never slept. A soft whirring sound came from the left, and she cracked an eye open. Looks like Tee still hasn't gotten up. The ex-Techguard flipped through a book quietly. Probably written in machine-code, or something else just as incomprehensible.
"Hey, did you see where Kay went?" He grumbled something, ignoring the Slaaneshi Daemon-possessed Cadian. Standing up, she stretched out her muscles, reveling in the feeling of unwinding. The ex-Techguard, for his part, managed to not look too interested.
"Kay went for his Recaf, Esh." Considering the sound came from someone so robotic, it sounded... Delicious. Ess thought about her options. She could just stay here, or she could try to ignore Kay's Khornate rage. Eventually deciding she couldn't stay here anyway, Esh left Tee to his own devices. Making her way to the... The... that room where the food is, Esh saw the Nurglite and Kay. Yep. Just as expected.

The liquid finished its cycle and Kay took it, still boiling, and gulped it down as quickly as he could in his sleep-crusted state. Then the heat and the energy kicked in. He put it down, drew himself up, and let out his morning bloodthirsty roar. "BY KHORNE, I'M GOING TO KILL SOME FUCKING BUGS!!" the Khornate screamed, running out of the door and barrelling down the hallways to hunt for more of the Tyranid beasts that had managed to get onto the Hulk before its transcendence into the Immaterium.
Enne shook herself lightly to clear the ringing in her already rotting ears. Sighing, she sat down, shimmying her legs open to accomodate for the bulge in her stomach that had contained the source of her power. This flesh was long dead, it was no trouble to get inside it and corrupt it. The womb of this one in particular was particularly virulent, and this suited a Great Unclean One, her Uncle Tobuscus, very well. So now she spent her days experimenting with poisons and poxes and contagions inside her own flesh. Little did they know it was her who was defending them. In her quiet emissions of gas when they weren't around, she was adding to and strengthening the Miasma that surrounded them. It had kept the Tyranids away, certainly.
She sighed and looked up to see Ess. Ever since she had sneezed while saying her name, making it an 'Esh' sound, they had not let her live it down. And Enne was sorry about that. "Good morning, Ess." she said as politely as she could.

The mumble that came from Ess' mouth sounded vaguely like, "G'mornin, Enne." Sitting down at the single table that Tee built from scrap metal, I picked up Kay's cup. Some Recaf swished around inside, still fresh. Downing the remains of the cup, Ess felt much more awake. "So, Enne, anything new today? Or is it just going to be another day of waiting for Kay to calm down, and listening to Tee complain about the state of our only vehicle?"

"I believe not. But Tee does think he has found a way to repair the Warp Drive so that it's working again." said the Nurglite calmly, massaging and poking at the bulge in her front. A small bubbling sound was heard, and she reached around the lump to wipe away some pus from an open wound. Wincing, she withdrew her hand and smiled. Pus was orange, the Miasma was ready to be released.
"If you'll excuse me." she said, getting up and waddling to her private bathroom. Once inside, she lay down on the ground and heaved, pressing down on the lump on her abdomen. The sacs inside burst, and briefly light orange dust seemed to burst out. She held her breath, the power of fresh undiluted Miasma being powerful enough to make her light-headed even as she walked outside her bathroom and continued walking to another room.

Now, Ess was no stranger to mind-altering chemicals. Especially after the first year of her Possession. This was the first time her entire vision had been tinted orange. Ugh, and that stench. Must be something new that Enne cooked up. Ess took the time to reorganize her thoughts, and ignore the smells the possessed corpse released. A working Warp Core would mean they could go somewhere. Maybe even get new supplies, instead of relying on Tee to recycle everything.

Meanwhile, Kay was having the time of his life. His hands swung, ripping off Tyranid spines and limbs alike. Glorious red ichor splattered and sprayed all over the place, and the crazed howl of bloody glory never left his beaming face. The Tyranids' pathetic claws ripped at his flesh, and he revelled at the pain and the blood and the slaughter. At that point neither man nor Daemon knew who was in control of the body, only that there was them and the endless bloody slaughter.
Both Daemon and man howled in their bloodshed, and the shedding of their own blood. Blood was all the Blood God cared for, and he did not care for where it came from.

A screetching noise reverberated through all the levels of the deck. There was a cough, and another metallic sound. "Ahah. Got it working again. Alright. Fixed the ship-wide vox. Now, to-" A few noises could be heard in the background, then a massive whirring noise followed. The entire ship seemed to hum for a moment, before it rocked, thrummed, and rocked again. "And... That would be the Warp Core coming back into effect... Let's just see where we got spit out. Oh, that's- Well, the Warp Core's functionality is the good news. We're out of the Warp. The bad news is that we're stuck in a decaying orbit over something big enough to kill us when we hit." A few shuffling noises later, and the vox crackled into silence. While nobody could be sure where Tee went after the transmission cut off, they knew he'd come up with something. The Mordian always did.

Enne felt the vibrations and the rocking of the ship, and she threw her hands over to the walls to steady herself. Then another shock rocked the ship and the Nurglite Daemon fell forward. Right onto her stomach and the lump which was all the plagues and poxes she had inside her spilling through her broken and rotting flesh onto a brownish-green mess on the floor.
Her eyes went wide and she jumped up onto her feet, abdomen split open and the new lips and strips of her stomach-flesh dangled forward, trailing red ooze while an unidentifiable grey mush gushed out with a terrible stench. Pain like she had not felt in years seared into her mind, and a low scream went from her mouth as she dragged herself out of the room, where the contents of her burst stomach, which was to say dozens upon dozens of poxes, contagions and viruses lay stewing and mutating, emitting evil green and black smoke which managed to snuff out the small lights that managed to light up the hallways.
"HELP!" she managed to cough out as a few lumps managed their way up through her body into her throat. Enne coughed, splattering small bits of reddish and greenish pieces of flesh across the floor in front of her. Nurglite or not, that was a bad thing.

Ess ran up to Enne, and considered slapping her. The Daemon in that corpse wouldn't feel it too much. That nastiness spilling from Enne's guts began corroding the walls, and Ess' eyes began to water. Then, she noticed something. Enne's nose had fallen off. Whether the drugs she'd taken caused it, or the sheer absurdity of the situation, she began to laugh. Something urged her to pick it up and say 'Got your nose!', but this was far from the right time.
Grabbing the corpse's arm, Ess dragged her into a side hall, and shoved her next to a vent. "You do know that's the only safe place to eat or sleep on this Hulk, right? And you just fucked it up. Tee isn't going to fix this." Speaking of which, he needed to find a way for them to get off this Hulk before impact.

"...Okay." said Enne, wiping a bit of her internal materiel away from her nose. She managed to stagger to her feet and tried to force the remains of her flesh back inside the empty space inside her gut. It didn't work.
Kay meanwhile was now wandering through the empty passageways, paw shielding his eyes and mumbling quietly. His recaf had run off again and he woke up in a pile of Tyranid corpses. As though that was a bad thing.

Another crackling noise broadcast throughout the ship. "Huh? Great, it's working again. Alright people, get your behinds to the Main hangar. I've got a way off of this damn Hulk, and I've got a way to fix our vehicle to it. Let's get out of this boat before it hits." Tee's voice cut off abruptly at the end, but the point got across. Ess left Enne to her own devices, and headed for the Hangar, avoiding the massive, expanding cloud of toxins the Nurglite had released.

Enne coughed, and got walking again. Her body would be patched back together one way or another. But now the Nurglite had to worry about getting to Tee's vehicle, which would take them away from the ship and into the warp, perilous as that was. Enne merely made her way behind the sashaying form of Ess. She took a moment for the sight in her following her, wondering just what some of the others found in round hips and large breasts anyway. Then the Nurglite shook her head a little and carried on following the Slaaneshi-possessed woman.
They entered the carnevous hangar to find Kay on the ground mumbling, and Tee was throwing sparks around, which made tools levitate and move about, working on the hull of the craft that lay in the middle of the space, in a unflattering light which was cast down from spotlights above.
The vehicle sat, decorated to suit the tastes of those of Chaos Undivided. How considerate of him, Enne thought back about the Tzeentchian daemon possessing the man, and the absolute rudeness and unkindness of some of them.
It was a Valkyrie, or at least something that looked like one. The angle of the wings, so much like that of a bird's wings at the bottom of its beat, was near unmistakeably like that of a Valkyrie. The engines looked more or less welded to the frame, which looked stressed and cracked as it is. But they had no time or reason to complain, for just behind it was the surface of a world, clearly visible and growing larger and more detailed. The four Daemonhosts quickly jumped into the vehicle as the Blue-hued-eyed one's hands started sparking and melted into the controls. The craft took off and flew out into the blue, and then sharply sideways as the small transport craft tried to exit the path which the ship would travel in, pulled by the planet's gravity into the gleaming opal of whichever world that was

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The Daemon within awoke, and jolted Kay awake. Grumbling, the Elysian, or Daemon, neither was sure who was in control anymore, turned himself sideways away from the warm bed and swung himself up. Shambling steps and shuddering muscles saw him brought through endless hallways to the impromptu eating area they had made in this Space Hulk of theirs. Another Daemonhost was there, with a sympathetic look on her face, the dead and rotting flesh twisting and peeling with her already frayed face-muscles.
"Do you want your morning recaf?" asked the Enne with a polite tone. The Khornate nodded, rubbing his eyes to try wake them up. The Nurglite woman stood, then walked over to the machine that would make their morning recaf.

Meanwhile, back in some ass-end of the ship, the Slaaneshi woke up. She felt sore in just about every place other than where she'd have liked. Yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she could already tell the Khornate had left. As for the Nurglite, she never slept. A soft whirring sound came from the left, and she cracked an eye open. Looks like Tee still hasn't gotten up. The ex-Techguard flipped through a book quietly. Probably written in machine-code, or something else just as incomprehensible.
"Hey, did you see where Kay went?" He grumbled something, ignoring the Slaaneshi Daemon-possessed Cadian. Standing up, she stretched out her muscles, reveling in the feeling of unwinding. The ex-Techguard, for his part, managed to not look too interested.
"Kay went for his Recaf, Esh." Considering the sound came from someone so robotic, it sounded... Delicious. Ess thought about her options. She could just stay here, or she could try to ignore Kay's Khornate rage. Eventually deciding she couldn't stay here anyway, Esh left Tee to his own devices. Making her way to the... The... that room where the food is, Esh saw the Nurglite and Kay. Yep. Just as expected.

The liquid finished its cycle and Kay took it, still boiling, and gulped it down as quickly as he could in his sleep-crusted state. Then the heat and the energy kicked in. He put it down, drew himself up, and let out his morning bloodthirsty roar. "BY KHORNE, I'M GOING TO KILL SOME FUCKING BUGS!!" the Khornate screamed, running out of the door and barrelling down the hallways to hunt for more of the Tyranid beasts that had managed to get onto the Hulk before its transcendence into the Immaterium.
Enne shook herself lightly to clear the ringing in her already rotting ears. Sighing, she sat down, shimmying her legs open to accomodate for the bulge in her stomach that had contained the source of her power. This flesh was long dead, it was no trouble to get inside it and corrupt it. The womb of this one in particular was particularly virulent, and this suited a Great Unclean One, her Uncle Tobuscus, very well. So now she spent her days experimenting with poisons and poxes and contagions inside her own flesh. Little did they know it was her who was defending them. In her quiet emissions of gas when they weren't around, she was adding to and strengthening the Miasma that surrounded them. It had kept the Tyranids away, certainly.
She sighed and looked up to see Ess. Ever since she had sneezed while saying her name, making it an 'Esh' sound, they had not let her live it down. And Enne was sorry about that. "Good morning, Ess." she said as politely as she could.

The mumble that came from Ess' mouth sounded vaguely like, "G'mornin, Enne." Sitting down at the single table that Tee built from scrap metal, I picked up Kay's cup. Some Recaf swished around inside, still fresh. Downing the remains of the cup, Ess felt much more awake. "So, Enne, anything new today? Or is it just going to be another day of waiting for Kay to calm down, and listening to Tee complain about the state of our only vehicle?"

"I believe not. But Tee does think he has found a way to repair the Warp Drive so that it's working again." said the Nurglite calmly, massaging and poking at the bulge in her front. A small bubbling sound was heard, and she reached around the lump to wipe away some pus from an open wound. Wincing, she withdrew her hand and smiled. Pus was orange, the Miasma was ready to be released.
"If you'll excuse me." she said, getting up and waddling to her private bathroom. Once inside, she lay down on the ground and heaved, pressing down on the lump on her abdomen. The sacs inside burst, and briefly light orange dust seemed to burst out. She held her breath, the power of fresh undiluted Miasma being powerful enough to make her light-headed even as she walked outside her bathroom and continued walking to another room.

Now, Ess was no stranger to mind-altering chemicals. Especially after the first year of her Possession. This was the first time her entire vision had been tinted orange. Ugh, and that stench. Must be something new that Enne cooked up. Ess took the time to reorganize her thoughts, and ignore the smells the possessed corpse released. A working Warp Core would mean they could go somewhere. Maybe even get new supplies, instead of relying on Tee to recycle everything.

Meanwhile, Kay was having the time of his life. His hands swung, ripping off Tyranid spines and limbs alike. Glorious red ichor splattered and sprayed all over the place, and the crazed howl of bloody glory never left his beaming face. The Tyranids' pathetic claws ripped at his flesh, and he revelled at the pain and the blood and the slaughter. At that point neither man nor Daemon knew who was in control of the body, only that there was them and the endless bloody slaughter.
Both Daemon and man howled in their bloodshed, and the shedding of their own blood. Blood was all the Blood God cared for, and he did not care for where it came from.

A screetching noise reverberated through all the levels of the deck. There was a cough, and another metallic sound. "Ahah. Got it working again. Alright. Fixed the ship-wide vox. Now, to-" A few noises could be heard in the background, then a massive whirring noise followed. The entire ship seemed to hum for a moment, before it rocked, thrummed, and rocked again. "And... That would be the Warp Core coming back into effect... Let's just see where we got spit out. Oh, that's- Well, the Warp Core's functionality is the good news. We're out of the Warp. The bad news is that we're stuck in a decaying orbit over something big enough to kill us when we hit." A few shuffling noises later, and the vox crackled into silence. While nobody could be sure where Tee went after the transmission cut off, they knew he'd come up with something. The Mordian always did.

Enne felt the vibrations and the rocking of the ship, and she threw her hands over to the walls to steady herself. Then another shock rocked the ship and the Nurglite Daemon fell forward. Right onto her stomach and the lump which was all the plagues and poxes she had inside her spilling through her broken and rotting flesh onto a brownish-green mess on the floor.
Her eyes went wide and she jumped up onto her feet, abdomen split open and the new lips and strips of her stomach-flesh dangled forward, trailing red ooze while an unidentifiable grey mush gushed out with a terrible stench. Pain like she had not felt in years seared into her mind, and a low scream went from her mouth as she dragged herself out of the room, where the contents of her burst stomach, which was to say dozens upon dozens of poxes, contagions and viruses lay stewing and mutating, emitting evil green and black smoke which managed to snuff out the small lights that managed to light up the hallways.
"HELP!" she managed to cough out as a few lumps managed their way up through her body into her throat. Enne coughed, splattering small bits of reddish and greenish pieces of flesh across the floor in front of her. Nurglite or not, that was a bad thing.

Ess ran up to Enne, and considered slapping her. The Daemon in that corpse wouldn't feel it too much. That nastiness spilling from Enne's guts began corroding the walls, and Ess' eyes began to water. Then, she noticed something. Enne's nose had fallen off. Whether the drugs she'd taken caused it, or the sheer absurdity of the situation, she began to laugh. Something urged her to pick it up and say 'Got your nose!', but this was far from the right time.
Grabbing the corpse's arm, Ess dragged her into a side hall, and shoved her next to a vent. "You do know that's the only safe place to eat or sleep on this Hulk, right? And you just fucked it up. Tee isn't going to fix this." Speaking of which, he needed to find a way for them to get off this Hulk before impact.

"...Okay." said Enne, wiping a bit of her internal materiel away from her nose. She managed to stagger to her feet and tried to force the remains of her flesh back inside the empty space inside her gut. It didn't work.
Kay meanwhile was now wandering through the empty passageways, paw shielding his eyes and mumbling quietly. His recaf had run off again and he woke up in a pile of Tyranid corpses. As though that was a bad thing.

Another crackling noise broadcast throughout the ship. "Huh? Great, it's working again. Alright people, get your behinds to the Main hangar. I've got a way off of this damn Hulk, and I've got a way to fix our vehicle to it. Let's get out of this boat before it hits." Tee's voice cut off abruptly at the end, but the point got across. Ess left Enne to her own devices, and headed for the Hangar, avoiding the massive, expanding cloud of toxins the Nurglite had released.

Enne coughed, and got walking again. Her body would be patched back together one way or another. But now the Nurglite had to worry about getting to Tee's vehicle, which would take them away from the ship and into the warp, perilous as that was. Enne merely made her way behind the sashaying form of Ess. She took a moment for the sight in her following her, wondering just what some of the others found in round hips and large breasts anyway. Then the Nurglite shook her head a little and carried on following the Slaaneshi-possessed woman.
They entered the carnevous hangar to find Kay on the ground mumbling, and Tee was throwing sparks around, which made tools levitate and move about, working on the hull of the craft that lay in the middle of the space, in a unflattering light which was cast down from spotlights above.
The vehicle sat, decorated to suit the tastes of those of Chaos Undivided. How considerate of him, Enne thought back about the Tzeentchian daemon possessing the man, and the absolute rudeness and unkindness of some of them.
It was a Valkyrie, or at least something that looked like one. The angle of the wings, so much like that of a bird's wings at the bottom of its beat, was near unmistakeably like that of a Valkyrie. The engines looked more or less welded to the frame, which looked stressed and cracked as it is. But they had no time or reason to complain, for just behind it was the surface of a world, clearly visible and growing larger and more detailed. The four Daemonhosts quickly jumped into the vehicle as the Blue-hued-eyed one's hands started sparking and melted into the controls. The craft took off and flew out into the blue, and then sharply sideways as the small transport craft tried to exit the path which the ship would travel in, pulled by the planet's gravity into the gleaming opal of whichever world that was