#[Psyker Conflagration] - 40k Verse

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“Yeah, I’m good.” Is all he said to the suggestion of visiting an infirmary. The last thing he needs is to relive trauma of having his head cut open and getting a needle shoved into his brain. That being said, if it gets too bad, he supposes he can try and stomach it for a few minutes. But, it seems like the Cornerian is doing a good enough job already. With a quick cough of blood splattering the floor, he spit out any remaining in his mouth into the splatter. “‘s for how... Well, ‘s a long story. Long story short, th’ Imperium sent an Assassin after me- Goddamn Culexus...” He muttered to his side, nursing the wound on his shoulder where the supposed Assassin seemed to sink it’s fingers... Going off by the multiple circular holes sunk into the flesh of it.  “But, hey, y’ seem t’ be handlin’ it well. An’, ‘sides, I’ve been through worse. Should tell y’ ‘bout th’ time I nearly lost an arm. That was wild.” He chuckles, clearly not all that perturbed by the rapid loss of blood from the various wounds on his body. 

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It wasn’t often he encountered a Xeno that didn’t immediately recognize what he was and where he came from and tried to immediately kill him. Though he was still stuck with that idea that all Xenos must be terminated with extreme prejudice, the Abhuman resisted the thought. After all, he wasn’t apart of the Imperial Guard, anyhow. They abandoned him, long, long ago.  “I guess y’ could say that. ‘S th’ first time I’ve ever really... Ventured outside a’ th’ Milky Way galaxy an’... Well, le’s jus’ say that I didn’t exactly intend t’ do so. Damn Rift Storms- Any ways, y’ guys seem t’ be about th’ only kinda help nearby that can repair this hunk’a junk-” He pats the side of his ship. It was about the size of, say, a few Arwings. Interior was connected, with some a room for sleep in the back. To say it was a choice spacecraft would be lying. It looks like it’s held together by some welding and a prayer. “An’, if ya could fix this, that’d be great.” He sets his military duty Chainsword down on the ground. It was about what it sounded like- A Sword that, instead of having a blade, had chainsaw teeth poking out with an engine built inside it, and a throttle lever at the hilt.

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“Any engineers out there? Need ‘t repair somethin’ I, uh... ‘Found.’ On th’ battlefield.” Zhagaak pulls the giant curtain hiding said vehicle, revealing it to be an Imperium Knight. Not only that, but a Knight Errant. A weapon meant for taking on tanks. A giant mechanical humanoid war machine probably capable of slicing through heavily armoured vehicles like butter. Well, at least, in it’s tip top condition it’d be able to do that.  Right now, as a rusted, blood stained and broken-in-several-places war machine that looks like it needs a full refurbish? “... Uh.” He’s waiting.

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“Ahhhh... So you’re a bucket head, then?” Zhagaak produces a picture of an Adeptus Arbites.

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“Clever. Real clever. Now, answer th’ question or I’m jus’ gonna have t’ figure out wit’ a bit of surgery.” A rev of his Chainsword punctuated his threat. Though the prince was definitely taller than him standing up, the Bovigor seemed to have the advantage in terms of being armed. Lasguns were certainly not the most destructive or deadly of the weapons in the Galaxy they originated from... But they still worked.  It was a shame that Zhagaak’s time spent in the Imperial Guard had practically put that seed of hatred for ‘Xenos’ within him. But, it was almost like muscle memory- Besides, all the Xeno’s he’s fought certainly aren’t the friendliest. Orks, Eldar, especially the Drukhari. 

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“Th’ God Emperor sits upon his throne, decrepit ‘n dyin’ every day t’ protect us from horrors beyond this world. If that ain’t godly, then I dunno what is. ‘Course, Chaos Tainted people like us ain’t exactly makin’ his job any easier.” The Abhuman looks to the side, a little saddened by the statement. He quickly tries to regain his gruff, tougher persona he had on.  “T’ insult th’ God Emperor ‘s heresy- Had th’ Ecclesiarchy heard y’ spoutin’ such nonsense, I’d imagine they’d send an inquisition squad after ya t’ either be killed silently or have a public execution. An’, trust me, th’ silent kill’d probably be preferred t’ what they have for Public Executions.” A small, nigh undetectable shiver from the Abhuman betrays the fact that he isn’t lying. Seeing a human soak in a Phosphex bath for a week straight isn’t exactly a pretty sight to behold. 

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The former Imperial Guard member pauses at the question being asked. He didn't know how to feel about a Xeno asking him this question, but he supposes he doesn't really have much of a choice in the matter. He looks to the side. "Was after th' Imperium rendered us 's mutants. Less than human. Monsters. 'D worked for them for years... An', yet, they kicked me out, shipped me t' some backwater planet on th' edge 'a no where. I was at least happy I was alive." Zhagaak pauses as he tries to dredge up the memories. "Well, I was happy 'til th' Ordo Hereticus arrived. Seems that they had a hit out t' take care 'a us." There's another pregnant pause, as the Abhuman stares off at the distance. "Th' whole housin' district where me n' m' comrades went to was reduced t' smoke n' ash. I barely 'scaped there jus' 'cause I at least overheard th' Ordo comin'. Though that doesn't mean I got there unscathed." He shows off a few scars- Taken from Bolters and Lasguns- Riddling his shoulder, his chest, and various other parts of his body. Stuff that his armor usually hides. "Years. Years 'a service. An' then that. Th' Emperor has deemed me unworthy, I guess. 'S only a matter of time at this point."

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@purrfectoutlaw continued from this ask (X) The little rifle actually made the Beastman belt out an amused laugh. He’s seen Laspistols more deadly than that little needle gun she has- What is that? Some 31st Century tech she salvaged? The Cornerian might as well have pointed a popgun at Zhagaak, he probably would’ve had the same reaction.  With a rev of his Chainsword, he bore down on the pink cat humanoid. “Y’ been livin’ under a rock or somethin’? Or are ya jus’ tryin’ t’ get th’ drop on me?” Zhagaak’s voice drops to a grumble, as he brought the blade of the chainsword to the barrel of the rifle. Though he didn’t start to slice into it, he did make a bit of a notch in the barrel as sparks flew off of both it and the chain blade of the weapon.  “Abhuman. Or. Xeno.” Another rev of the Chainsword bathed both of them in sparks.

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Zhagaak, readying a stolen Chainsword and a Bolter by his side, takes a pause. “. . . Awful lotta strange animal-like humanoids ‘round these parts... Either they’re a new breed ‘a Abhumans, or... They’re Xenos.” The way he emphasized the word ‘Xeno’ didn’t exactly sound... Good. 

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“’Ay. Magic Pain Glove. What is my type?” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” “Th’ glove has spoken.”

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Let’s Get This Started

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The Laughing Knight

“Pffffft-! By the Emperor, what happened!?” The pilot noted, jovially, at the bruised and battered body of Zhagaak, who trudged into their Carrier Ship. Flopping down onto a pilot seat, the Abhuman let out a heavy sigh as he quickly pointed to the first aid station. With a nod and a smile, Istrus quickly brought over the contents to Zhagaak. Istrus, all the while, kept his smile, before chuckling.  “I’ll assume that a mission went awry aga- Pffpftpft- Again...?” The Knight asks, covering his mouth as he studied Zhagaak. With a silent nod, the Knight giggles to himself. “I offer my condolences-!” The next laugh, he was not able to contain- He practically collapsed onto a nearby empty pilot seat, holding his gut as he let out a round of raucous laughter. Zhagaak, though understanding the Knight’s deal, could not help but still feel mocked at.  “Aahhhhhh- Beg Pardon! I’m sorry, sorry. Alright, alright- Ahem.” With that, the Knight was able to return his emotions to zero. “So, you need my help, then?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, before smirking. “More than willing.”

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💬 i heard a rumor that you're a xeno sympathizer

"Hard t' not sympathize wit' 'em after bein' treated like one, gonna have t' be honest." The Abhuman murmurs, before slouching in his chair.

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Magh Meall. Though the Bovigor couldn’t quite tell what it was named after, he can tell why it was a popular spot for a lot of humans. He came here often- Away from the other visitors eyes, of course. It was a beautiful, idyllic sort of world. One where even the Imperium didn’t want to corrupt too badly. Or, at least, they haven’t got the chance to, yet- They did have various fleets of Imperial Guards orbit the planet.  Zhagaak only really came here if he felt like he needed to just find a place to hide or take a breather- Which was often. It’s hard enough working as a freelance warrior under the Imperium, who could choose to kill you at any moment. He just needs time to unravel and relax as it were. It at least takes the Abhuman’s mind off of the constant pain of the goddamn needle in his brain.  Unfortunate that the Bovigor couldn’t rest this visit. No, he knew why. He had only heard about them, but he didn’t figure that the Imperium was really that interested in him that they were gonna send them. Then, it dawned on him. The needle- That little piece of humming and whirring tech locked up in his skull. Experimental. Not used after most of the participants died. It only made sense that the Imperium would want their tech back before it fell into the wrong hands. Cringing at the sensation tingling at the back of his brain, he turned around. A few meters away, stood an Assassin- The unforgettable mask design designated them as a Culexus Assassin. There wasn’t any words exchanged between the two. What could he say, really? They weren’t able to be persuaded from their job. Even if they could be, he was a Beastman. They wouldn’t particularly listen to reason from him of all people. Reaching for his gun, the [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] Blade stabbed through the Assassin’s arm, though it didn’t seem to care. Blood seeped from the edges of the Bovigor’s eyes. His strength was waning. Thank god the needle suppressed his Psyker connection to the warp. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even have the strength to fight. The Culexus had strength to spare, though, and[DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] Zhagaak stood over the corpse of the Assassin. His mind was on fire. He could feel his sanity slipping.  So much for relaxing here, he supposed. Limping away, body covered in wounds and bruises, he made his way to his ship.

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Curious Finds on a Dead Planet

@vixxcn wanted to do a thread with 40k Zhagaak!

It wasn’t often a Planet had life left on it after a Space Marine sweep to flush out any remaining Heretic Legions. Zhagaak was simply hired to help rat out any sort of hidden Chaos Marines, but it quickly became apparent what was happening when he saw other Beastmen Bounty Hunters with him. Yes, the mission was true. But this wasn’t a mission for the Bounty Hunters. This was a Strategy. They knew they weren’t going to survive finding any sort of Chaos Marine- How could they? But, after all... Who’d miss a few tainted Beastmen? And so, like good soldiers, they carried out their mission.  The Abhuman sat on a piece of wall. He couldn’t really tell who they were, but going off their fondness for Chainaxes and brutality, he probably assumed they were World Eaters. The Beastmen didn’t stand a chance. Obviously. But, with the World Eaters lured out, the Ultra Marines secured a quick victory, and left the weak and wounded to die. And, that’s where we find Zhagaak.  Alone. Bleeding out from a wound in his side where he got hit bad from a Chainaxe, and promptly wishing he were dead, as, of course, the needle implanted in his brain was acting up.  It was for this, and this reason alone, that when he saw a Blue Humanoid Fox in a sort of Pilot’s Suit walk up to him, observe the... Mess and then finally see the only one that was observably alive, he didn’t really believe it. I mean, the Brain can conjure up some screw-y imagery sometimes, especially when one is dying, right? “Oh, ‘course this ‘s gonna be th’ last thin’ I see... A goddamn blue fox on their hind legs. Jus’ rub some goddamn salt in th’ wounds while ya at it...” He muttered more to himself than anyone in particular. 

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Zhagaak found himself in a bit of a situation- Stuck on an Alien planet with no food or water for miles. Desert Planets tend to suck shit. But, he has a trump card. “’Ay, Magic Pain Glove. Tell me what t’ do.” He puts on the black glove. “GRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- I see, never would’a thought ‘a that.” The Abhuman slides the glove off as soon as a verdict was reached mentally.