While Lord-Captain Guerra cannot fault Regent Guilliman's decision to create a limited alliance with the Eldar, he still dearly wishes the xenos would be less obnoxious. Then again he's trying to judge the arrogance and excessive vanity of aliens while a brushfire war between two Traders rages in the world for no good reason.
"Is there an autopistol available anywhere nearby? The corpse's 'death' will seem quite suspicious otherwise." Marco points out as he lifts his sidearm—a plasma pistol.
"And as I will help you, I assume you will assist me in forging this hunting trophy so the Traders might stop quarreling."
The Eldar takes hold of the picter on the bed, fiddles with it briefly and removes a side. He puts his hand inside and pulls out an autopistol.
"You where out for some time. I could not rely on you awakening before they arrived. I have no wish to involve myself in petty human matters, but if that is what it takes to secure your cooperation I suppose I will lower myself to assisting you. I do think it is...naive to assume solving the issue of the trophy will end their feud. In all likelihood you will be forced to pick a side if you want to settle their conflict in the long term."
Finding precious little beyond more psyonically active, but empty, crystals... Tallion ponders for a moment. There wasn't much of immediate use here, though he might eventually have to return for the crystals; if only to ensure they stayed out on Mon'keigh hands permanently. Still, he guessed the statue itself, given it's design, was most likely of Exodite make... when there were still Exodites on this world.
He knew his people we innately psychic; though most were not skilled in it like the Seers, Warlocks or Bonesingers were. And that much of their technology was built around that fact. Such that even an unskilled Aeldari could manipulate the Wraithbone that made up a Craftworld, at least to a limited extent, or access doors and consoles with but a thought.
Maybe, just maybe, if he meditated long enough and hard enough before the statue then he might be able to commune with it. To open his mind and attempt to reach out as best he could, despite his lack of training of skill. 'This would be so much easier if the Seer would help...' He thought to himself. He looked up into the statues eyes, opening himself up to it; hoping this both would work and wasn't a mistake.
Tallion meditates before the Statue and attempts to call upon the psionic abilities of all Eldar to reach out to whatever spirit dwells within. He will continue to do so until either a connection is made, the statue reaches out, or a clearer sign is given than a simple rumble of the cave.
As soon as you attempt to make contact, you pass out. The catgirls are left with a steadily breathing Eldar body.
You find yourself in the Void, the light of the stars and sun of this world as a backdrop. Before you is a gestalt of souls. At first they seem chaotic, with spirits moving at random in a bright ball of light, but the longer the look the more you find a pattern emerge. You see a face appear, then a full head, composed of countless whirling souls. The end result looks something like an Eldar made from light pouring through mist, down to the shoulders.
A million voices begin to speak to you in your native tongue. Inconveniently they speak not as one, but each soul speaks with its own voice. Their message is the same with different wording. Some polite, some rude, some urgent, some relaxed, some worried, some calm, with the subtlety of the Eldar language allowing for a full spectrum of tone a human tongue could not hope to grasp. It takes a concentrated effort to tell what they are saying, but somehow you manage it.
"You are trespassing on sacred ground."
"You taint the hollowed cave with your presence."
"You really shouldn't be here, the Spirit does not like it."
"You have some balls to confront those slaughtered by humans while being their pet. Do you have a death wish?"
"Are you stupid? We sent all those things to warn you and you still dare to show your face before us?"
"Please leave. It is not safe here for you."
"Do you really think this is a good idea? Hey, its you're life."
And countless more all overlapping each other, not with sound but with thought. Your mind is racing with just the opening message. You do not feel like you can handle a long conversation - it may be best to be efficient with your questions.
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