#nine thirteen

[askjenetiakrole]

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Commander Krole: *hand gestures*

Melpomanei: “On Nine-Thirteen, huntresses wear these pendants as good luck charms. It is said they prevent your heartbeat giving you away.”

A crow feather, blacker than the void, encased in amber and hung from a fine silver chain.

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(Put a 🎁 in my inbox and my muse will say what they’d give yours for Christmas)

[askjenetiakrole]

💟- Wildcard!!! (Peering into the memories of Jenetia Krole, left hand of the King on High)

Serenity

Serenitatis lived up to her name. Alarms that would have howled on any other ship flashed their mute warnings across heads-up displays. Deck officers hurried to and fro beneath red emergency lighting, attracting attention with alert runes pinged between handheld devices in order to communicate in the silence demanded by the vessel’s captain.  Standing on the edge of the command dais, Jenetia Krole watched the quiet bustle with grim satisfaction. It kept them focused. Prevented them from panicking. And there was much to panic about. Eight minutes ago all sense of motion had suddenly stopped. Three minutes ago the warp engines had died. Twelve seconds ago, the Geller field followed.  Do we have any idea what’s happening out there? Krole asked the mistress of aetherics, responsible for the augur arrays that served as the ship’s eyes and ears.  Instruments are recalibrating, General. All readings dropped to zero when the anomaly occurred.  Get me the Navigator, the Witchseeker General demanded. There were some things that technology could not account for. Moments later, the silence of the bridge was shattered by the Navigator’s screams. The master of vox had the wherewithal to shut the transmission down almost immediately. Krole shot him a brief look of gratitude before turning back to the mistress of aetherics.  It appears we have translated.  Impossible, First Officer D’antès protested. Serenitatis was built from null-psionic materials, layered with warding, and equipped with the finest warp core the Mechanicum was capable of maintaining. Her sailing was uncommonly smooth, but she was still two hundred megatonnes of reality that had to rip her way into another dimension to travel between stars. Translation was rarely an easy process. It was never gentle.  Raise blast shields.  General, I-  Krole shut D’antès down with a hard glare. Impossible or not, she was certain they were no longer in the warp. The Witchseeker General stepped down from the command dais, making her way to the main occulus as the blast shields began to rise. The cold light of distant stars poured in, and the bridge crew breathed a collective sigh of relief. One pale star shone closer and brighter than the others.  They were, Krole judged, well short of the star’s Mandeville point. It would take months of sub-light travel to reach the system. How she knew there was a system, she could not say. She knew, all the same, that a world orbited that star. It exerted an almost magnetic pull on her, a yearning. She didn’t wait to find out whether the rest of the Ninth Expeditionary Fleet was still with them.  All ahead full.

(Peer into my muse’s memories: ❤️ 💛 💚 💜 💔 ❣ 💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💝 💘 💟)

[askjenetiakrole]

On Prospero, psyker immigration and psyker abundance lead to a near 100% expression of psychic ability within the planet's population by the time of Magnus. Both the psyker and pariah genes are elusive, but could you imagine a planet that did the same thing with blanks??

Commander Krole: *squints* *hand gestures*

Melpomanei: “The pariah gene is an order of magnitude rarer, but yes, hypothetically such a remarkable world would be of great interest to the Imperium and the Silent Sisterhood. Hypothetically.”

[sol1loqu1st]

does anyone else do that thing where that one string of fucking numbers gets stuck in ur head and u see them everywhere and u have no idea what they mean but ur sure they mean something and u keep repeating them to urself and u can't stop and at first it was weird and unnerving but you've gotten so used to their presence that it's comforting in a bizarre way

[lackingwander]

What if you don't?

Go Radio title reference to my post. Feels like a GR mood tonight.

Sometimes I wished I was in love again. In a love other than I am with expression and the forms of expressions that I have. Sometimes being in love with art isn't enough, I guess. Or music. Or writing. Or movies and tv shows. Just sometimes.

I should have checked out the odds against that bet....

Shame on me for being so naive. Ignorant. Stupid.