Chaos Fluffy, not Beardy

[Roultox]

(Warning, this is going to be long)

 

I went to drag out my wordpad as usual to write down some fluff I'll stick to after all my short stories and compilation of data and feedback from various sites responding to them. I spent a few days with the Daemon Codex in my hands, along side the Chaos Space Marine codex and it hit me. Well why dont I get serious this time, getting a half gallon glass full of Tea and sit here typing it all out for feedback. Start up my 300 song random player and engross myself here without stopping. I got 6 hours to kill. :D

 

 

Basic Concept.

So you can get what I'm going by. First there are these warp infused nurgle infested techno-virus enhanced by sorcery and the warp core of a space hulk. The other half, which are daemons is the basis that the great pause (all of space, every single square inch of it) can be somehow harnessed if just a small portion every square light-year is still use-able power. Material Universe power, much like the Emperor, C'Tan and Tau Etherial's aura of calming. (I know the Emperor is the warp as well but his power eating all those psykers are material universe reaped, not from the warp).

 

Crud I forgot I put mozart in my rock folder, damn it. :P

 

Forgive typos and mispellings, I will fix it later.

 

Writers notes: Keep in mind I like to write stories where the person can place themselves as the protagonist, this can be mistaken as me talking about myself, but pay attention to that I do not set a gender to the main character to enforce this, same with the timeline, it can be placed among recent 40k events without hassling with dates.

 

 

 

Passive

 

Adrift in space, so cold. Floating around and in nothing, its lonely. Coasting in one direction, nothing but dots to be seen. I see flickering in the distance, it must've happened a million years ago. I try to count and connect the dots to pass the time, but its useless. I dont remember anything, its been so long. I've forgotten why I am here, or why I still move. Its frustrating. I dont have the will to sever my head, I know it wont end there. It feels like an eternity passed, with an eternity to remain. Drifting in the dark. I cannot feel my skin, I sometimes forget I'm here.

 

Its tranquil. I like black, its soothing. I saw something pass in the dark next to me, like a passing blanket out of the corner of my eye. My eyes adjusted so well to starlight, but this shape eludes me. I twist around, its still there, slipping around my sight. "Who's there?", no response. "I know your there, I can feel your pressure", an easy bluff. I hear a faint whisper, its been so long since words rang in my mind, I forgot how to co-ordinate my thoughts. The whispering maddens me, since it started it wont stop. So bothersome, frustrating me because its too faint to make out, but loud enough to make me curious. Screaming in torment for days, it seems like I'm regaining my concious mind. This isnt good, I dont want to stop my halfsleep, it took me so long to get there. "Please, make it stop, I'll do anything", the whispers silence. I get scared, because I'm so weak and broken inside, whats going to happen I wonder. I feel an echo in my body, not a tremble or vibration, it feels like there is energy inside me bouncing within my skin like echoes. I start to feel shivers rippling within my body, a small sense of satisfaction in this long forgotten sensation. "What are you?"....

 

"The right question in the fruit is", an odd response I get, "A what?" I mutter, "Exactly" it responds to me. Somehow it made sense, but it didnt, like it knew what to ask me knowing how I would answer, to explain what it is. I think I get it, its a creature with no purpose, how did I understand it so easily I wonder? It felt so manipulating, its made its point clearly to me. "What do you want?" I ask, ready for the category it would ask of me. "I want you to do what you want". Its response, it felt too good to be true. "Give me power, I want to reach the stars, I want to snuff them out, all of them!", my outburst of long kept anger sifting through my fingers, it felt good. Another voice spoke to me, this time it was a strong growl rather then a thousand whispers. "Make them bleed, destroy them!", I felt a sick sensation, I feel a wet leak from my ears, I knew it to be my blood, what else could it be? Feeling this curdling sensation I grip my stomach in agony, I havent felt pain in so long it feels new to me. There comes a nurturing sensation, like someone cradling me in their arms like a child. "Dont worry, let it all go", a feeling akin to my own thoughts, being adrift for so long, I succumb easily to it. I feel relaxed, the pain withered away instantly, the pain is still there but it doesnt matter to me anymore. This is strange. Then, a voice of a tempting nature speaks to me, and it asks me questions I will never answer no to. "Do our bidding, become the gate-keeper, our Frozen Icebringer of hope, freeze the stars and we'll grant you power, help us help you" of course answering yes to all of this, I am so weak after thinking about it.

 

I didnt pay attention to anything other than the voices for a little while I failed to notice my bodies changes. I felt, very mobile and rejuvinated. Almost like I was ready to go swimming up river with the confidence to make it. I have no memory of feeling like this ever before, so it was new to me. My eyes start to close without my consent, being forced shut, I didnt know my eyes could go dark. My mind escapes my body at that moment, being tugged by an invisible unrelenting chain, I see my body, seemingly lifeless. I recognize my face, and my memories return like a flood of thought, I know now its too late. I've made a mistake. They waited until I forgot myself, those... I go to scorn them in my thoughts, and I cant, like a silent force wont let me. Im so scared. (Note, lightyears, a billion LY's away needs a billion years of that light to reach you for you to see, a star that dies a million years ago thats 1 million LY's away is still visible to you nearly 1 million years later) ... This tugging dragging me so far so fast, the stars actually move around me. An aura of gas envelopes me as I pass through various clouds of substances I know nothing about, asteroids and planets zip by so quick I can barely notice they were there. I pass by a nearby star, a brief moment of pain pounds my body as the heat scorches me. I turn to face where I'm going, and I see something glowing in the darkness. I see an explosion and a writhing cloud so large in the distance, filled with purple, pink and red. It looks like an ocean, and its getting larger, no wait I'm getting closer. This is so scary, I want to go back to my serenity. I cover my eyes right before I enter, and like a shockwave I pierce the voidless ocean within space and time. Its painful one moment, satisfying the next moment, and every other feeling and sensation you can imagine whips me from inside. Like lashes to make someone submit, I'm trained without pause.

 

 

 

Enlightenment

 

Ive learned so much, I learn how I can freeze things in such a way that I could appease my gods. A large eight pointed cross engraved into my body the eight lines circle and curve across my skin spanning my ankles to my neck and wrists with the center over my heart. The engraving is deeper then what the scars show, my muscle and bone bears the mark like scar tissue and indentions I feel them as I move. For the god of rage, I freeze my enemies mercilessly, shattering their tissue and rupturing their veins and arteries, with a final frozen neck to guillotine them in red ice. The god of twisting ways, I cast mirror images of myself like clones and surround them, even reflect their image like a mirror before sharp icicles pierce their flesh. For the god of decay, I freeze the surface, letting them die slow, immobile deaths. Lastly, for the god of pleasure, I let them feel the lick and lure of a cooling breeze letting their lungs freeze from within, suffocating them gently. Freezing whatever I touch, and the ice breath of frost, lastly gifted with with both a frozen gaze and slick permafrost blood. I learned of the loathsome evolution of the human race, and their competition. Unwanted by my Daemonic peers, I catch many duels every day. I've lost so many duels, it seems unfair. Having my head lopped clean of my shoulders and watching the world spin around me as I roll is not fun. My skull cannot be taken, for my body was left behind still drifting in space. This realm known as Chaos makes no sense, but yet it makes sense, because its not supposed to make sense, if you undertsand what I mean. Watching creatures walk into mirrors and seemingly their reflection walks in the opposite direction past them, as their dopplegangar reflects the same image. Seeing gliding stones light as a feather float in high gravity as if the law of gravity was broken, while other stones become dust to crystal under the pressure. Existence here is a mere subject to what it is naturally, so it has purpose, and is fair no matter how unfair it may seem. Its so, wonderful....

 

At times I would listen to ancient daemons tell me their tales of terror slaughtering in the name of their patron. I would wander the voidless void on my own pilgramage. I havent started counting my duels until recently, I've started winning more and more to make up for my losses at first. I learned how to avoid the swipe of a Daemonette, the decapitating blow of a Bloodletter, and the fires from the Horrors of pink and blue. Yet I havent found the weakness other than freezing the morbid Plaguebearers entirely to stop them, even as they thaw they move again so shattering them is the only way to victory. My capacity for my chilling abilities grow as I learn to use them more efficiently and effectively. Its only a matter of time until my masters will make use of me. Somehow, I dont want to leave this place, a part of me wants that tranquil silence, and part of me wants to adventure towards the path these gods set before me. Speaking to the great gods, and a few lesser ones I noticed I had no choice but to serve, my soul bent to their very presence. I consulted even with the goddess Isha, and secretly gave messages to a Harlequin messenger to the god of laughter. It all became very clear to me, the battle for power makes me just a pawn, I grew irritated at the thought of this. Foresight from the changer of ways kept a tight lip, because no measure was seen to take care of that side of me. The rebellious side. My training continued in all aspects of combat, litturgy and whatever else I felt I required. What took an eternity within this ocean, so many things to keep my mind from the maddening loneliness I endured before. Before I knew it, my eyes opened, and I was back drifting in space. Was it a dream I wonder? I dont remember if I had any such maddening dreams before. I try to look at my body and feel around, but its the same as before, no feeling to the touch, no pressure to the skin, just a body floating in space.

 

I would say, not even an hour passes until I see a ship approaching me. That dark blanket dissapears from an object uncloaking its stealth systems, a probe looking me over. An arm swivels out from its compartment and grabs my waist, careful not to harm me it seems. I let it take me without a struggle, its a rescue I think. Come to think of it, the stars, something is wrong. The pattern of stars are unfamiliar with me now, how long were my eyes shut for? I dont like this, as the probe secures me in its containment block I pound my fists against the hatch. I feel warmth inside this thing, and its painful. It musnt be that warm, but its warmer then space so it hurts. I keel over in pain and groan, its just like before when I experienced pain. No wait, that was in my dream? Or was it a dream? I cant think straight, I'm in so much pain. I hear a buzzing sound, and a voice, its a language I dont know. "Quesh'la du'savare mue le kash?" in a questioning tone, yet I dont respond. Somehow, whoever was controlling the probe got the message and a chilling vapour envelopes me within the containment cell and I relax. Again I hear the same words spoken, and I just respond "I dont understand you". A few minutes pass I suppose, counting the seconds in my mind to keep my thoughts far from my situation. "Is you human?" I hear, a stutter from a bad translator making me jump from the sudden sound, and I turn slowly to the camera watching me. "I dont know" I respond in full truth. Somehow I never asked myself that question, perhaps subconciously avoiding it for some reason, I think I'm not human anymore.

 

 

Decisions

 

While I travel inside this thing, feeling the tug forced to the back of the cell as it speeds forward. I stand against the wall until my momentum matches the probes, and I'm weightless once again. It was a nostalgic feeling, the feel of gravity. I hear the speaker sputter more questions but I ignore them. If I've lived this long, they can wait until I adjust. The probe slows down slowly at first until my body touches the front of the cell, then slows rapidly as my body is pressed against the wall. We must be there, I was interrupted at seconds number 104428, perhaps I should've counted until the hatch opened. From one container to the next, treated as only a foreign object would be treated. They stuff me in airless containers, then fill it with various chemicals, of which I've lost my sense of smell so I dont know what I'm exposed to. Test after test, I feel their lasers scanning me constantly. I feel energy all around me, glowing capsules and observing eyes. Attention I try to ignore but its annoying. A mere rat to their curiosity, I would rather be in space right now. They slowly expose me to gravity, letting me regain my balance as I relearn how to cope with it. Its like they want to restore me, perhaps for more tests. I'm getting sick of it. They've stopped asking me questions, perhaps it was my defiant side not wanting to answer. I feel something stab my back for a split second, and I feel ill. "What did you do to me?" I hear no answer. The agony makes me squirm in violent convultions ready for it to stop at any moment, the thought of it never ending pushed from my mind. I hear apologies spattered half-heartedly from the speaker, I just answer with curses. I cant count seconds anymore, my sanity barrier is breaking again. Higher and higher gravity takes its toll on my unprepared insides. More and more injections torment me beyond the previous one. The thought of it ending abandoned, no hope to be wished for. It would be a long while before I'm rescued. I ponder how I know such a thing, but the answer eludes me but somehow I feel I know the answer. I close my mind to the outside, the tortures continue endlessly but I stop trying to struggle. I fall limp, and I dont care anymore, I'm used to it now. Their words dont reach me anymore, I'm safe from them now. I own my mind, and they cant have it. I dream of the empty space, and I feel at ease.

 

I hear an explosion's shockwave inside my dark chamber. I tap on the camera to see if they will respond, nothing. At least for a while there was nothing. A voice I've not heard before speaks to me. That same question in that unfamiliar language sparks hope inside me. "I speak english" I respond, in hope of whats to come. "You are now property of the Tau Empire", hearing that, somehow I lost that feeling of hope. The chamber, I feel it moving yet I cant see where I am being taken to. Some time passes, wonderful time that has no torment attached to it. I almost forget what situation I'm in, the chamber opens. I cant make out the well lit room its so bright, my eyes adjust slowly but I see four figures standing beyond the chamber. They seem to be in bio-suits and the room around me is as cold as my chamber. One of them steps forward slowly, perhaps scared of me. The faceless mask seems to tilt to one side, and one hand reaches out for me to grab it, I refuse the hand. I walk out slowly, trying to keep my balance as I move. I fall down near one of them and they go to pick me up, "Dont touch me!" I scream at the alien. Quickly falling back to the edge of the room they give me my space. I stand upright and I look at them with my now adjusted vision to see them clearly. They try to ask me questions, I still wont answer. However, this is my chance to hurt one, but what if they want to help me I wonder, I need to know more. Searching for lies, I stare at them. I see their legs are unlike mine, and their fingers are less, that much I can tell from the suits. I turn around and re-enter my chamber, closing the hatch to resume my dark silence. I dont need them, I just want to go back to my silence and darkness, it doesnt matter if there is gravity or glowing dots to count. Just leave me alone. Im taken and stored somewhere, every once in a while I hear a voice speak to me, sometimes they would play music, or hold conversations with the telecom turned on to entice a response from me. I just plug my ears and close my eyes. At least the torture stopped, at the very least.

 

I suppose years pass. I'm given the silence I've wanted finally. They gave up, I'm glad. As I go into hypothetical theories, something to pass the time toying with intellectual games I'm interrupted when the hatch opens and someone enters quickly before closing it. As the chilling vapor rejuvinates the temperature to my comfort, I notice this person's suit is different. This alien of same shape hands me a suit thats designed for me, and tells me the suit will keep me cold. I dont know whats going on, but it seemed interesting. I suppose I should answer this persons intent just for the fun of it. I slip the suit on, and the alien checks my seals and turns on my suit's functions and I feel refreshed. Walking out of the cell comfortibly while the alien acts nervous as if eluding capture. I dont know whats going on, but I dont care, lets just get it over with. Shots rang out aimed at us, bright blue and yellow lights passing us like sparks from a fire. The alien takes a hit to the arm at the elbow, the creature screams in pain as the rest of its arm bounces on the floor. I pick up the severed limb and wave at the people shooting at us, somehow they stopped firing for some reason. The alien drags me into a nearby room panting and groaning in pain. I look at this creature, seems like its a civilian, not a soldier. No trained posture. Clutching its gaping wound, I feel sorry for it. I unhatch my gloves from my containment suit and my touch to the severed limb freezes it instantly. Watching me, the alien nods its head and holds out its bleeding wound. Instead of touching and sealing the wound, I somehow feel I can heal this creature. I press the limb against the wound, curiously the alien allowed me to do so. Slowly, the alien squirms in fear while the frost consumes its body entirely underneath the suit. It stopped moving, but its not dead. I re-seal the suit where it was torn to contain it, and I slip my gloves back on. I sit there, the persuers knowing us to be trapped just wait outside tapping on the door. The alien re-awakens, and sits upright quickly checking its arm, then looking at me. I smiled, however the alien couldnt tell through my visor. This is fun. I stand at the door, opening it slowly and I walk out with my hands up for them to see. They lower their guns and question me in their language, I play coy and act like I cant speak through my visor. They tap my visor giving me the consent to move and open it. I open it up, and they stare at me, I stare back. I exhale quickly at their helmets, and the most funny thing they start kicking and screaming on the ground like chickens with their heads cut off. Closing my visor and breathing normally, the alien steps out slowly from the room we were in, looking at the twitching corpses on the ground and then looking at me. This really is fun. I should make this my new hobby. If I could shut everyone up, conceal them in darkness, and preserve them forever like me, that would be my dream. Let them all stop and pause in eternal ice.

 

 

Fire and Ice

 

We escaped, or rather, didnt have to escape. I froze the entire ship and its inhabitants. Mostly military with some piloting the transport ships that were docked. I came to the energy core near the center of the ship and I placed my bare hands upon it. From a hard boiled brew of antimatter to a cold fusion transfusion took place, warping and twisting the energies. My power overwhelmed the batteries and generators, to become a cold fusion design of my own to power the ship. Nobody needs a warm core with me around, this is satisfying. A ship with just two, a frozen companion that moves, a corpse with a living mind, an automation of the first I've transcended into my kind. Removing her helmet, and learning each others language, our escape with this large ship and many years to talk gave me a social yerning. My habit of wishing to be alone was finally broken. She was disturbed, she wished there were no casualties in our escape, it turns out that she was a extremist against the Empire, wishing for a freedom. Her races prohibits mating between the four types of her race, a type of retained breeding where crossbreeding means castration or worse. I knew something was wrong when I heard the Empire 'owns' me. Somehow I feel accomplished pausing those soldiers to rest. She reprogrammed the ship to my every whim, the bodies collected to the decompression chamber to eject when I felt like it. Some years passed, we took our time and enjoyed each others company. Sexual pleasure being impossible so dont get the wrong idea. The database revealed many enemies to her peoples Empire, she beckoned me to help her rid them, and turn their worlds to ice for her people. Talk of creating rebellions would destroy her empires defenses so her dreams could not be realized. All this talk made me want to shut her up, but then again I would miss her if I had done so. Cant win for losing. I told her to bring up the three nearest systems she would like me to attack and I will pick one at random. Turns out that I chose an Ork infested world by the name of Ulsh'tyrah, besieged constantly by infamous warlord Goregob. Gleefully she pits the engine to full speed and we make our four year journey there. Meanwhile, she works up the weapons systems to work under the chill and recalibrate them to fire their new ammunition. During then, I toy with my powers to test my limits, and I find that the ice connected to ice that I control can jet forward spikes, or create a haze, glossy sheen to cover or confuse with mirrors, this ship will become the perfect trap.

 

So then, begins the war. Nearing the system I call bubbles, the gassy planets that circle the sun here look like gigantic bubbles, thus the name. Some calls for help, the beacon presenting a Tau ship is here catches the Tau inhabitants attention and cries for help. The name of the lass-alien helping me I have a hard time speaking, I know her just as lass. She speaks on the transmitting waves of all frequencies to bring the flies to the web. They swarm unto us like nothing else, a mere hour there were thousands of ramming ships bursting through the hull and unloading their cargo of greenskins. Watching them through hidden cameras, doing nothing and with the bridge relocated to a secret room, all their efforts were for nothing. Sometimes shooting at eachother by mistake, the idiocy of this species made me giggle like a child, this game is fun already. I wondered what color they change when frozen, when something is frozen quickly or slowly they differ slightly in color, I wanted to try all kinds of death on these green rats. Just like my cell was a torture chamber, this ship will be theirs. A grin slits my face, my hands touch the veins of ice and within a moment, red ice and lifeless corpses are all that remain. Of course they didnt satisfy my curiosity. Maybe I killed them too fast, to lure more in I suppose, oops. Lassie gets pissy with me but I dont mind her, I'm having fun. "Ram that space hulk" I command her, she looks at me like a child unwilling to hand me her toy. Eventually she gets the point, they will blow the ship up if they cant take it over and its too damaged to flee now. A space hulk, perhaps meant for a nearby system, or to crash into the remaining strongholds of the Tau in the system gets rammed. The crash and debri is a sight to behold, explosions ring everywhere as the weapons ring out shots in defiance as their guns trail with a computers aim. The chill creeps inside the half heated space hulk, splintering power lines and pumps, stopping functionality making it an easy feat to destroy those aboard. That wasn't enough, I wanted to kill them faster. They must die now. I leave my seat, and act like I have to do something nearby, and I freeze-lock the door behind me shutting her out of harms way.

 

This is too fun not to be there in person. A blow from the shadows strikes me, seems like an ork thawed out enough to shoot a round. I notice part of my abdomen blown wide, I dont give into the pain just yet. Walking over to the ork, re-freezing his gun arm, I stand over his half frozen body. He spits at me and I catch it with my hand, freezing his spit into a fine blade. I hold it with two fingers right above his eye, dangling it on the verge of falling. The fear in this creatures eyes, so invigorating. I walk away with a new red iceblade, not mentioning how I obtained it of course. This will be so fun, I'm shivering with excitement. She screams at me through the cameras speakers but like all the other speakers before, they're only worth ignoring. I cleave myself my first victim, oh this feeling, I must have more. Again I cleave another, and I find a little one, I think they call a grot? Like a soccer ball I use my foot to launch it upwards, and I slice it in half. Like a game I find a few more and see if I can decapitate it without cleaving its arms or head. Funny sounds they make, like saying "gulk" with a high pitched voice, how entertaining! I come to a large chamber covered in valuables and rusty guns. I dont pay attention to the large figures at the other end of the room but I dont care, they aim their guns to fire and shoot, but all they do is blow apart an Ice-Clone I walked in there as a diversion. From above I slide down a thin icicle like a pole just out of sight near them. They cackle and laugh, thinking they've killed me. Their laughter lessens by one, and they turn around. Finding their comrade frozen, and in my hands two ice blades wishing to become larger. Darting left and right I slide in on glassy ice beneath me and sever legs as I pass them. Their guns sputter and a few stray rounds strike their own in the panic, I feel a large bash from atop my shoulder and I'm stricken to the ground, sliding fast. Turning instinctively I throw one of my blades into the face of one of the larger ones, but its blocked just in time and shatters on the thick plasteel plate. I throw my second sword, and this time it doesnt shatter but consumes and envelopes the creature in a thick layer of ice. I hide to recover from my ambush's failure while shots ring out from the angered Orks who I've taken their legs. Their blood half frozen where I sliced them, slowly creeping up their veins to their vascular system and shutting down their blood flow. A unworthy way to win but a victory none the less. As time passes, and their guns stop firing, only one stands against me now. The rest of this big boss' ship frozen stiff, his soldiers taken from him paused for eternity. He bears his Kombi-Skorcha, waiting for his chance.

 

I refreeze myself where I've taken hits, slowly regenerating in agony, I feel the intensity of battle. I bring myself to stand, and devise a plan. I walk out from behind my cover, and he spouts a few shots at it, shattering the clone. Not to be fooled he looks up and finds another to shoot down, another farce. One behind him attacks with a weak blade, bearing only a few minor cuts he brings his huge chainaxe down on top of the clone, enraged the Warboss thunders to the cover where I was, and finds another clone to smash. The plan not working, the boss saving his Skorcha until he finds me, this is not good. I slip out of cover with four other clones following me, the warboss believing my clones to be weak he aims for the rear ones thinking I would hide behind them. No, I was in front, my first action as I closed within arms length, I place my hand onto his skorchas fuel container, freezing it useless. After that the boss' gun ran out of ammunition, firing its last shot into my shoulder, paying the wound no attention like an automated monster. The boss tries to run, so I froze his feet. He tried to swing at me, so I froze his arms. He tried to bite me, so I froze his teeth and shattered them. He tried bribing me, so I froze his tongue. He tried begging and crying, so I froze his lips shut. He tried staring at me in anger, so I froze his eyes open. After all that, I knew he could survive. For some reason I didnt want to take his life, like a baby in my arms, I could drop his life easily. A sacrifice to suffer, rather than to die, this is befitting my first war victory. No fire can melt me, let his hatred burn.

 

(Part two will continue later, someone is dragging me away from the computer, I will continue asap, sorry)