Fear is a powerful motivator, fear of destitution, retribution, death...those were the fears that compelled Hraelga once, so many, many moons ago to leave the hive, to leave the Bryn'adul warmachine behind and hide, hide from her master, her father, the glorious titan. However, after so much pain, so much fear and so much madness, her mind had been broken, reshuffled, stitched and repaired, shattered again and ripped apart, only to once again find itself in a lucid-ish state.
The images of the Titan mocking her, haunting her and for some reason pushing her, brought Hraelga's most primal feeling back to the fore: her unbound, undaunted rage. Even after all these years, all these decades, she was still in her very core: Hraelga, Marauder of the Bryn'adul, Commander of the Draelvasier warmachine destined to remove the blight of these fleshlings from the face of the universe.
As her white, bone-like hands and claws shattered through the transparisteel, so too did the image of the Titan, the monster who haunted her very nightmares, but whose call she also could not ignore and something...something within her told her that her kin...or at least the kin that was her kin, were once again rearing their head. Even know, in this strangely elevated state of rage and bloodlust, Hraelga could feel the Bryn, the Drael...and their might, their power bristling and awaiting the sign to once again begin the hunt, begin...the cleansing.
In what was ostensibly a white and red blur, the former Zealot and Marauder hacked and slashed her way with unmatched precision and brutality through the aliens, the weak fleshlings that stood in her way. However, when she finally found herself standing in front of a large transparisteel window, Hraelga could see her own reflection...it was strange...the fact she could even see, considering she had a massive cranial plate covering most of her upper head, bloodied sinew and muscle seemingly laid bare, but for some reason she didn't feel any discomfort through it all.
She was curious, rather than disgusted or afraid, her appearance seemed to not offend her at all, as it gave her a distinctive look in her own opinion...something she had valued so much: her own opinion, her own mind. Yes, she was her own self, even if these aliens had broken her, injected her with strange substances and remade her into what she was looking at now, she could only appreciate this...new look, which she found brought her to a new level beyond what she had been before...
"GRaaahElp...Mehhh"
Her head tilted a bit, her sharp fingers sliding across what looked like some sort of control panel in front of the transparisteel divider, as her fingers touched one of the buttons, the transparisteel became see-through and on the other end of the thick sheet of hardened see-through material, Hraelga noticed another member of her race, from what she could gleam, it had to have been a brute, the distinctively bulging muscles and broad frame made it clear, even though this one seemed to have undergone a similar transference and transmutation as Hrarlga had undergone.
"Krhill...mehhh"
The gurgled sounds were enough, enough for the reborn former marauder to understand them. She understood this blighted brute's wishes, their desires. Death after all was better than failure in their minds...their tiny, inadequate minds...yes, the Bryn'adul were once all she had, but now...now she wondered if perhaps the Bryn's old tennets weren't exactly that: OLD.
"Phreaase...Krhill...mehhh"
Again her boney fingers slid across the buttons on the console, seeing some which had a label with an image, with one button in particular having a flame on top of it. Tilting her head a bit, the former marauder pressed the button carefully, her lips curling into a wicked, toothy grin as the place where the Brute was held was suddenly lit up in white hot flames, the beastly remains of a proud warrior blistering and being incinerated faster than their extraordinary healing powers could save them.
"Death suits your kind..."
Tathra Khaeus
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