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7/5/2016 4:32:51 PM
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The tribune looked at the centurion and the legionnaire she indicated, and shook his head.
"Ma'am I must protest, if who I believe you to be is correct I could be executed If anything were to happen to you."
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"Bah, nothing's gonna happen, as long as you come along! We'll be fine, I'm sure. Besides, you seem to have an idea who I am. You know what I'm capabpe of!" She smiles. "It'll be fun, I'm sure. We'll get to bust some bugs if there are any in the way!"
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He sighed and turned to the centurion. "Flavius, you stay and make sure this work gets done. I'll escort the lady on my own. My failure will not reflect on you." He turned to the woman. "Lead the way then."
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"Well then... onwards!" She turns around, roaming the corridors with the lone tribune. Perhaps now was the best time to inquire about this strange woman.
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The tribune wasn't a short man, but he had to really try to keep pace with the giant woman. "So if you don't mind me asking who are you?"
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"Well, my name is Ariel. And, as you guessed, I'm a biological daughter of the Emperor. But I wasn't raised by him. I was raised by Malcador."
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"Malcador, I thought he was dead. He was said to have perished on the golden throne during the great heresy."
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"Yeah... I know." She says, sadly. "He died right before my eyes."
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"Oh, I see. I did not mean to open old wounds. It was then you were entrusted to the sisters of battle?"
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"No, not exactly then. That was... what, almost ten thousand years ago? Back then, the sisters of battle didn't exist. Back then, the Inquisition took care of me, under order from Malcador. That was the age of apostasy."
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"I see, troubling times for the imperium. Only stories remain of that time, and the accuracy and bias of those are questionable at most."
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"Well, let's just say it was a bad time for everyone. It was after that period that the Ecclesiarchy took hold of me."
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"They used you as a symbol right? It seems like something they'd do."
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"Well, being the only known relative of the Emperor at the time, they did stop both the Inquisition and the High lords from killing me. Plus I'm a woman, their soldiers are women, see the connection? Honestly, I find them all insufferable. At least the Ecclesiarch is a nice man."
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"I see, do you know how you came to be here? I for the life of me haven't figured out how an entire legion disappears and reappears here."
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"Well, it's the most annoying thing. I was taking a shower and right as I was about to shampoo my hair, I popped into this dreadful place! It's most annoying..."
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"I can imagine. But how do you know there will be clothing this way? This is as far out as the scouts have been."
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"Well, since I was brought here with my towel, I'm hoping that the rest of my apparel came through. Besides, I can sense my pendant is here. I just know."
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"Pendant?"
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"It's a little pendant that dad gave me."
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"What's it do?" The tribune stopped then and pulled his sword out a quarter of the way. "Somethings ahead, I can't tell what though."
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She raised an eyebrow. "It's a pendant. With a picture in it. It helps remember the good times?" She seemed somewhat puzzled by his question.
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He nodded and stepped forward more, unsheathing his sword, and raising his shield to cover his front.
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"Anyway... I think my stuff might be just around the corner." She does as said, turning the corner. "There it is!" She runs to a pile on the ground. It was, indeed, her clothes. "Don't look!" She waited for the man to turn around.
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He walks past her sword at the ready and blocking an oncoming hall. "Make it quick and quiet." He hissed, he knew he saw something the shadows
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Ariel drops her towel, making her naked. First, she slips on her cute little pink panties. After that, the satin bra made just for her own size, considering sizes don't yet exist for women many feet in height. After that, she slipped on her pale, tight jeans. They are a bit worn, but it is her favourite pair. Then comes her tee shirt, upon which rests the logo of one of her favourite bands, Rush. It was a bit tight as well, lifting her breasts up just slightly in a nice way, giving her a very busty cleavage. She put on her shoes, then placed the little pendant around her neck, the head resting in between her breasts. "Much, much better. Now, all I need is my gear... and if it isn't here, I can only assume somebody took it. But who?" She had a sudden realization. "Please, please, please don't be bugs. If it's bugs, I will cry."
