by ChristianC » Wed Dec 22, 2010 6:08 pm
Vipsanius loved the warp. In many ways, it was one of the Great Mysteries that plagued mankind on a daily basis. Who cared about the fungi nature of orks, or the elusive, beautiful and deadly eldar raiders when the twisted, obscene maelstrom of chaotic matter stared into them every day? So many took this mysterious force for granted, or put their faith in the mutants who claimed it as their domain... But Vipsanius had faith that the Adeptus Mechanicus would eventually solve this puzzle, scheme out the depths of the Warp, the Immaterium, like the human mind. It was complicated, but it was ruled by a set of principles... as complex as they were.
So instead of gibbering in his cell, like so many others, Vipsanius instead took this opportunity to carefully observe the crew, watching them... taking some, a minority of course, statistically unnoticeable, tested them. Prodded their minds... exposed them to any sort of hallucinogenic he could find. If he could reproduce even the slightest the effect these "psykers" had on the warp, he would be another stride closer to unlocking the secrets of Karma, the workings behind the universe.
But then they left the Empyrean because of these perceived threats, and Vipsanius clicked angrily as he sunk his knife into the brain of another lost crewmember, ending the man's gibberish suffering with a frown behind his masked face. Very well, he would continue his work later, he had made some progression, after all.
So, finding himself on the bridge, Vipsanius leaned heavily on his staff of rank and chuckled dryly into the vox-modulator.
"Indeed, a wise move lord Rajender... one should be wary of predator playing prey... or prey pretending to be predators, pray tell, if we do encounter hostility, what plans have you for our escape should their numbers... inevitably outnumber us?" he clicked and whirred as he stepped over to the consoles, running his spindly fingers over them and his visual enhancors glowing faintly under his hood.