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7/5/2016 10:32:37 PM
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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."
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"I'd rather not find out ma'am, whoever or whatever they are there's a lot of them." The tribune was a veteran legionary but whatever was out there deeply concerned him.
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"Hmm... hold on. If I focus hard enough, I can maybe see what's ahead." She concentrates her mind, seeing through the warp, moving beyond the walls of the ship to see ahead of her. [spoiler]she's using her psyker powers to forsee ahead, so you can put whatever it is we're against in your next reply, like a vision.[/spoiler]
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She sees all, but in the immediate area are creatures o shadow. They edge closer and closer towards the tribune in the darkness, they number over forty, and bear crude weapons of bone and rusted metal.
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"Well, it's not bugs, but it isn't worth smiling. From what I can tell, it's chaos related."
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"Chaos? Well, this will end poorly." He held fast. "I'll hold them you go back to my men."
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"And leave you alone here? Are you crazy? Now I enjoy living very much, but I won't run while a friend dies!" She thinks. "Can't you call them or something?"
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"I can hold out until they get here, I've already called them."
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"Well then, I'm not leaving you behind. I may not have armour or guns right now, but I can still hold my own!"
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"With? Whatever that is out there has both weapons and armor. You are a living relative of the emperor, I'm just a tribune, in the grand scheme of things a lot more men like me will die, but you need to live."
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"No. You don't need to die. And I won't let you die if I have the power to stop it. Besides, I got my fists. And my mind bullets." She smirks. "We can take them on. Don't you have a spare gun I could use?"
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"Left side, laspistol. And for the record, I'd gladly do it."
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"Eh... in that case, I'll abstain. I'll focus on my pyskic powers."
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"Let's hope that's enough." He said as the shapes of the shades crept out of the darkness.
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"I think I have a way to clear them out. Just give me a second or two." She crouched behind the corner, her eyes shut and her mind focusing.
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The shades threw themselves against the shield of the tribune but he held them at bay. His sword flicking out to stab every now and again.
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Moments later, she emerged from the corner, her eyes were solid violet. She stared down the shades. As if her head had become a Tesla coil, sparks of purple lightning shot from her scalp, zapping into the shades. Whomever they struck would be flayed in a split second, the psykic energy rendering bone, flesh, metal and chaos energy to ashes and cinders. Not only that, but in the same split second, the surge of power would arc from one being to another. A very efficient means to clear a room of opponents.
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He backed away from the shades as they were killed by whatever it was she was doing, for fear of it arcing into him.
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It arced all the way to the last shade, where the current dissipated. "Phew!" She closed her eyes, shook her head and re-opened them, they were back to normal. "Mind bullets."
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The tribune surveyed the damage ahead of him, and sheathed his sword. "Well, that seems, final"
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"Good... cause right about now I'm getting a headache..." She shook her head. "Will your dudes be getting here anytime soon? I don't think I can pull another stunt this bad for the next... couple of hours at best?"
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The sound of armor clanking and men running filled the hall as forty men came barreling into the room. They observed the carnage before them and are off put, the nervously look to their tribune and to the giant woman.
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"Phew! Thank god I'm wearing clothes." She looked down at the Tribune. "Erm... is it ok if I... tell them what to do for a bit? Or if it's all up to you, I have no problems. Just... just want to make things simple is all."
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The tribune thought, then pulled his sword out and pointed to the woman. "This woman, is the daughter of the emperor, and rightful heir to the empire. What do you say? Will you pledge your sword to her?" The answer was a chorus of forty men shouting an raising their swords. "There is your answer."
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She smiled. "Alright... not too bad." She stood in front of them. "Alright fellas, simple little task for you. As you can see, I am without armour. I suspect worshippers of chaos took it, and brought it to their lair. I would go retrieve it alone, but I'm afraid I am in need of your help. Now, I am somewhat unfamiliar with your particular tactics, so I will leave the course of the battle up to you. Their settlement is organized as such: Huts and shacks are placed in a circular disposition around a central sacrificial pit. No outer defenses."
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The tribune nodded. "I can have a hundred and sixty more men here soon. From there we will encircle them and attack from there."
