Post by Melissia on Jul 9, 2009 18:57:45 GMT -5
Story behind the subjugated xeno used in the "Hot-Blooded" roleplay thread.
In a dark cave on a desert planet, a massive figure is chained and otherwise heavilly restrained to a sturdy metal chair. His normally fierce eyes glaze over with the effects of psychic powers and powerful drugs.
"State your name." The feminine voice was... oddly soothing, and yet commanding. It was a type of voice the xeno had never heard before.
"My name is... Groknar Skullsplitta..."
"And who do you serve."
"... Gork... and Mork..."
"Do it again, Kelai. He's almost broken."
"Yes, milady."
The Ork grunted in pain, squirming around in his bindings as his mind started to swim, and his eyes glowed from the effects of the psyker.
"Now, let us begin again. State your name."
"...Groknar Skullsplitta... sir..."
"And who do you serve?"
"... the... Emp'rer... sir..."
"Good! And how best can you serve the Emperor?"
"Fight... 'is en'mies... sir!" Though his words were even mroe slurred than normal due to the drugs, an insane grin came upon the ork's brutish face. His pain would be over soon... and he would enter battle. That he now fought for a purpose made no difference to him anymore. He'd have his battle. He'd satisfy both his natural lust for battle AND his newfound desire to serve the human god in the same way.
"Right! So, want to do some fighting today?"
"Yes! I WANNA FIGHT! FER DA EMP'RER!"
A grin came across the faces of all those in the cave, that matched the Ork's grin. Today would indeed be a fine day for war.
In a dark cave on a desert planet, a massive figure is chained and otherwise heavilly restrained to a sturdy metal chair. His normally fierce eyes glaze over with the effects of psychic powers and powerful drugs.
"State your name." The feminine voice was... oddly soothing, and yet commanding. It was a type of voice the xeno had never heard before.
"My name is... Groknar Skullsplitta..."
"And who do you serve."
"... Gork... and Mork..."
"Do it again, Kelai. He's almost broken."
"Yes, milady."
The Ork grunted in pain, squirming around in his bindings as his mind started to swim, and his eyes glowed from the effects of the psyker.
"Now, let us begin again. State your name."
"...Groknar Skullsplitta... sir..."
"And who do you serve?"
"... the... Emp'rer... sir..."
"Good! And how best can you serve the Emperor?"
"Fight... 'is en'mies... sir!" Though his words were even mroe slurred than normal due to the drugs, an insane grin came upon the ork's brutish face. His pain would be over soon... and he would enter battle. That he now fought for a purpose made no difference to him anymore. He'd have his battle. He'd satisfy both his natural lust for battle AND his newfound desire to serve the human god in the same way.
"Right! So, want to do some fighting today?"
"Yes! I WANNA FIGHT! FER DA EMP'RER!"
A grin came across the faces of all those in the cave, that matched the Ork's grin. Today would indeed be a fine day for war.
