Prologue.
944.M37 Imperial Calendar.
Retrofitted old Consortium Vessel ‘The Valiant Star’
The disembodied thing that had once been known as assistant magos Rho-Karun,stretched its perception into the network of ocular receptors that were scattered throughout the Living areas central room.
Now elaborately decorated and fitted with comfortable bedding for the Valiant Star’s remaining indentured Ymiri ‘servants’, all fifty of whom were women. The patchwork bits of brain and grey matter of both Karun and three other now deceased individuals, prepared to interface with the small army of vat grown servitors that he had specially grown and forged for this moment.
Had Karuun still possessed lips at all..he would be licking them in anticipation for what was coming.
But he had recently discarded his remaining living body completely, and after his successful mutiny against the Valiant’s Arc Shipmaster Jour-Omnica, he had ascended completely by installing his cybernetically augmented brain into the ships command throne, claiming a piece of the former Shipmasters frontal lobe in the process.
The other Magos had been similarly dealt with, their knowledge and resources now his.
He then turned his attention to the ships on board Ymiri slaves, initially about one hundred in number, they had been Tribals taken from the world of Erohna, a planet filled with ancient technology and infrastructure from humanities lost ages.
He had separated the men from the women under the ruse of a ‘work transfer’ and then fired all of the males out of an airlock into deep space, leaving him with just fifty two indentured auxiliaries to command the ships stonekin robotic troops.
Obviously they had been reluctant at the new status on the ship at first, a few examples had to be made, and three of the oldest and most injured were servitorised publically for the others to see, which calmed things down and made them manageable.
Rho-Karun employed the ‘reward and punishment’ formula to get the Ymiri women cooperative to his plans, giving them a lavish group bathhouse and a large communal living chamber along with greater freedom of movement on board ship, but also punishing trouble with time in exhaustive ‘walking wheels’ to wear down resistance.
It had worked perfectly, and now, his ‘consorts’ had eased into their new life completely, going along with his increasingly lewd rules and edicts.
All of the women now freely coupled with each other, the overtly sexualised environment he encouraged and relentlessly pushed blossomed into a ship culture of zero restraint. The women openly went about unclothed or dressed in the skimpy ‘Sororitas’ outfits he had issued that would surely see him elaborately executed by the Ministorum for imitating in such a scandalous fashion.
Not that he cared what the priests of the Imperiums lesser peoples thought. As a member of the old Adeptus Mechanicus, and living in the all but forgotten Gamenor Frontier, he was truly beyond their reach.
His mind once again gazed through the ocular feeds. A long line of nude and toned bodies, covered in sweat and various lubricating oils, awaited what was to come next. The hearts of the ‘male’ vat servitors all thundered in unison, as each one’s Neuro core was interfaced directly with Rho-Karuuns mind.
These things he had crafted, they were utterly horrific. Stitched together vat grown parts that loosely resembled a muscular male form. Some had long, tentacle-like finger appendages, others had mouth orifices unnaturally wide, with multiple flicking tongues, and worst of all, the ‘things’ that were supposed to be genitalia.
Rho-Karuun however, was already near insane with lust, he no longer cared if these grotesque constructs would be harmful to them or not, all he wanted was sex.
Unrestrained and never ending!
The brain fragments of the other three late techpriests fired off some remnant neural activity at what was coming, the jolts of protest only served to arouse the deranged brain floating in the center of the Valiant’s bridge even further.
He raised the main door to the central living area, and as one, a horde of puppeteered sex servitors approached the nervous women inside.
One.
The Sisterhood.
217 M39 Imperial Calendar.
“You have fresh Contacts incoming…Coordinates 255 491, about thirty signatures.”
“Acknowledged! Moving Cohort three to intercept and cover.”
Sesta Mas flicked some of her curly red hair behind her ear with a quick push. She’d forgotten to tie it back before the raid commenced and was now swearing to herself quietly.
The attack on the large asteroid was fully underway. Twelve of the sisters were on the surface of its most even part, protecting the mineral extractor and commanding the one hundred and eighteen Stonekin Cyborg troops fending off the Silicate Xenos that inhabited the whole belt.
Sesta provided both orbital support and intel on the creatures movements, directing the servitor piloted support platforms to provide covering fire for the surface bound forces.
The information flowed into her brain’s Sub lobe directly. Data on damage inflicted to the incoming swarms flowed into her consciousness. Her mind’s eye was flooded with imagery from each of the sisters’ Ocular feeds, along with status reports on their personal armor, shields and available energy reserves of their suits.
So far none of the Silicates had reached her kith directly, the Stonekin were still safely absorbing the incoming enemies as the sisters commanded their actions on the surface.
“Status report.”
The voice of the Valiants Lord echoed through the command center. Seemingly from every shadowy corner.
Their Lord, their ‘master’….and ‘lover’.
“The Stonekin line is holding for now, but losses are starting to be inflicted. Larger creatures are emerging from the burrows, and the swarm is now deploying vacuum flyers.”
There was silence for a second, the voice then spoke, a flat, monotonous series of commands reverberated throughout the room…and within Sestas head.
“Power up the underside lance batteries, target and seal the nest entrances with a low stream of fire, twenty percent should be safe. The stonekin losses can be easily replaced once the action is concluded.”
“Understood M’lord.”
“Give EnKali this targeting data on the larger creatures, She will find them easier to dispatch with recalibrated pulses of fire.”
Sesta transmitted the targeting and recalibration data down to the sisters lead commander. All as one, they inputted the changes to their pulse weapons for when the Larger silicates got within range.
“The Extractor is at seventy percent capacity. Not much longer!”
Sesta felt a slight vibration flow down her, as if someone was gently stroking her with ethereal fingers.
“Here they come! Check your targets and fire at will!”
Sister Consort Enkali opened fire upon the creature that was diving towards her position, she then activated her suits jump thrusters and performed a fast evasive action as it smashed into a molten puddle of ichor where she had just been mere seconds before.
She fired one more stream into the disintegrating chitin exoskeleton of the dying creature before rounding on the next target.
Neither she nor any of the other fighting sisters could hear any sounds of the battle, the asteroid had no atmosphere and they were within a vacuum, sealed up and protected by their Flex-alloy suits and personal shields.
The entire fight occurred in absolute silence around them all. Massive explosions that would deafen anyone near in a breathable atmosphere could only be felt as vibrations through the asteroids surface.
Vacuum warfare was an eerie experience. To watch as death unfolded in complete silence around you. The only sound being the ventilation of your own rebreather as it fed the wearer oxygen.
“Stand by for incoming barrage. I’m targeting those openings on the surface.” Sesta’s voice came through her helms intercom.
“Thats…a bit of a risk isn’t it?!”
“Don’t worry, the lances won’t be at full power, and the asteroids curvature means the shockwaves will fly off into space…you’ll be fine yi big baby!”
Enkari laughed at the jibe. All of the new arrivals to the sisterhood had long settled with each other and the older members.
Her father had once told her that when you’re at the point you can insult each other and laugh about it, you were kith!
“We’ll have to see who the babby is when the evening feast comes! But were all green down here, fire away when ready!”
Still smiling, Sesta Mas powered up the lance batteries.
The sisters were finishing off the first wave of the bigger creatures as the supporting stonekin continued to hold the lesser swarm at bay. Globs of sizzling orange ichor floated all around them in the low gravity that the dense asteroid produced. The amount of it in front of the stonekin line had merged into a massive gelatinous cloud, slowly flowing like a gentle river in the vacuum.
Enkari and the other sisters saw the first of the Valiant’s lance strikes hit the nests on the asteroid in the distance. The swarm, now acting on instinct, pulled away from them and rushed to the destroyed entrance points out of preservation of their egg chambers, the need to save young overriding the urge to attack the intruders.
The fire from the Stonekin gradually wound down as the slowest stragglers were dealt with. The goopy mist of the alien creature’s blood started to obscure the carpet of silicate bodies that lay on the rocky surface.
Enkali watched as the Valiant continued to pound the surface, sealing more entrances, the massive shockwaves from the blasts skimmed right overhead, the asteroid far too small and light in mass to hold the kinetic wave within its gravity. She issued her closing orders for the action to the rest of the fireteam.
“Tighten up everyone! Let’s pull the last of the ores up and get off this rock!”
She smiled at the chorus of agreement that came over the mimstream in response.
‘How long have I been here?! Where are the others?!’
It took a while for ‘him’ to realise his mistake. The others had been gone a long long time.
He had made sure of that.
His mind floated within the systems on the old bridge for a while, the quiet and lack of data input soothed him, allowing him to clear and reorder his thoughts.
It was strange. He had the company of all his consorts, he could touch and feel them through the hands of the proxy servitors, enjoy them intimately and observe them coupling and loving each other via the ships advanced sensory network.
Yet he was still, utterly and completely alone.
He no longer had a body, what little that was left of the human being he once was, was itself now slowly decaying away through the sheer passage of time. A few pieces of brain, connected together with artificial synaptic feeds, some of those pieces weren’t even his own originally. The ghostly echoes of their voices and memories occasionally pushed into his awareness.
He re-entered the ship’s sensory network. He watched as Enkali’s fireteam and the remains of the attached stonekin cohort boarded back onto the ship. He entered their suits hard datastores, detecting the adrenalin rush of recent battle flowing through their circulatory systems.
He activated the synapse chips fixed to the backs of their necks, gave the returning women all a slight rush of arousal. He observed their faces reddening as they talked to each other, preparing to exit the flex alloy suits and head to the showering facility.
There was an eighty eight point four percent chance they would act on the hormonal input he had given them once they entered the shower. The visual stimulation of seeing one another unclothed would provide more sensory incentive to begin intimate contact with each other, and the addition of several traces of Ymiric pheromones via the air vents should seal the deal, so to speak.
His mind flowed to the command center that now acted as the Valiant Stars bridge. He gazed longingly at Sesta Mar from all available angles as she worked on the post battle reports.
Her hair was a full and rich shade of red, called ‘ginger’ in the old tongue, it curled pleasantly down just below her shoulders in locks. Like all of his Ymiri brides, she was at her peak physical condition, Flex alloy undersuits all had large translucent pieces, mainly across the midriff and the upper legs and arms. He could see firm muscle flexing as she focused on the station in front of her. Data inputs and sensors on her body indicated that she was thirsty and had an elevated body temperature.
He could see beads of sweat slowly trickle down her front, down between her bosom. He zoomed one of the ocular feeds in further, looking at the glistening cream skin underneath the transparent piece that made up the neck part of the base suit. He recorded the length and width of each droplet accurately, their precise chemical composition, along with the time they appeared before logging them into the archive for later review and categorising.
There was once a time when he would have felt something, but the part of his brain responsible for that experience had long disintegrated. Now his motivation was more the absence of that feeling that kept him going. That ‘this’ time, he would be able to quantify the impulse, to put a fixed number to comprehend once again what he was supposed to feel!
But it never came, the cold logical parts telling him that he will never experience sensual passion and desire again. He had made his choice long ago, and there was no going back.
As of the current date, there were fifty nine indentured Ymiri Women active onboard the Valiant Star’s duty roster, and a further twenty kept in stasis on the cryodeck. All of them were purchases from the world of Erohna, the homeworld of the Rustwalker tribes.
Some would have once been nomads on their technology littered world, others from enslaved kith bands that scavenged the ancient ruins or mined rare minerals under the watch of the ruling Gamenite house that held dominion of that system.
But like all of the Ymiri planets captured during those distant ages, slaves were the main commodity.
He made regular trips back to Erohna when some of his consorts reached a certain age, usually their third century of life, he would purchase new blood before ‘ascending’ the elders into Gelded suits, which was just a fancy way of saying he turned them into elaborate servitors.
He then deployed them alongside the other Servitor robots that the Ymiri like to call ‘Stonekin’, time and the ravages of many battles would take care of the rest.
Their ultimate end, after reaching 300 years, was to serve and eventually fall in battle.
Obviously the onboard Ymiri never knew of this dark fate themselves, they were told that they would ‘retire’ and be allowed to live as free Ymiri on Erohna once they came of age. Which of course was a lie, the Gamenite houses would never allow the natives of these worlds such freedom.
But their role on the battlefield was only part of their ‘duties’.
When ‘he’ had been alive, he had been what many would call a sexual degenerate. Despite being an ascending Techpriest of the ancient Mechanicus, most of these remnants that fled alongside the Gamenites were horrified by the partial lobotomization that the more orthodox machine sects expected of their ranks in order to rise to senior positions.
It was not enough to give up the body, the flesh, but one must also forgo some of the very biological structure that allowed the human soul to truly shine. To be one with the Omnissiah, it was all…or nothing.
Many, quite understandably, would never accept that. They were happy to strip away their frail bodies, replace their organs and bones with cold metal, even their physical senses they could give up.
But the brain, the very vessel that allowed them to be who they were, was too much to defile,to replace with technology on a whim.
There had to be a real reason before the frontier exiles did that. Before ‘he’ did it.
He had craved the touch of flesh in life. He had once tried to pursue a romantic relationship with another member of the Valiants group of Magos, a woman whose name he had long forgotten, but who still lived on in a grisly fashion, as the side lobe of the patchwork brain he was now.
She had spurned him however, which had not been a surprise. It was likely at the point he had approached her she had already replaced over half of her own body already, and he himself had been well on the way to a life of metal as well, even at that time.
In life, he had desired to explore the fruits of passion, but never could. In his ascension and biological death however, there had been no limits…once.
A perverted mind like his, with no living body, and access to technology and vat forges that the Valiant had, could truly explore the most depraved appetites, and the original Ymiri slave women at the time had been completely at his mercy.
They had been dark times. Most of those early experiences he had deliberately scrubbed from his memory for some reason, replacing them with ‘the rules’ that his earlier self had forced his later mind to follow.
It was like this, for over a millenia, aside from the scrubbed memories of the first years, he had access to a record archive of thousands of battles, fought by generations of Ymiri ‘brides’ he periodically bought from the Rustwalker homeworld. His hard systems were filled with memories of countless orgies that the sisterhood partook with his blessing, and with the aid of floating spherical servitors, he could touch and feel, explore and caress.
But that was it, ‘The rules’ allowed for no more!
The fireteam had already begun their shower session, his consciousness floated to the sensory feeds within the room, and sure enough, all of them had coupled up, stimulating each other and providing release.
He was content with this, the session would provide a lot of information and data for him to process, and as the women loved each other, he began taking his measurements.
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