I sat calmly on the bed in my private room, there wasn't much to look at here as I'd removed obse amounts of gold and skulls already from the walls before painting the grey material beh with simple shapes and colors. I didn't think I was some sort of interior decenius but I at least could fidently say that I had more taste when it came to the topic than Imperial designers. None of that was even worth a trace of a mind-thread as each was occupied with w oasks assigo them tirelessly at the moment. Life was never b when you had enough things to do to fill up dozens of hyper-itive Mind-Cores with, my little trade with Zedev was more fortuitous than I'd hoped but less than I dreamed of. Still, I now had about fifty geic samples to gh and somehow create a whole-body tempte from. I got to work owo I requested first, Ambulls were ugly ioid fuckers that stood at around two or three meters if I remembered right and there were a few iing things to know about them. The first being that their geic structure was so damable that you could throw them into the for a few turies and they'd crawl out without a siation. The rest were a bit less metal but held much more potential for me. They could live in the most frigid and scorg enviros, iernal dark and stant radioactive light. But what made them one of my favorite temptes so far was their ability to live off of heat and radiation itself. It didn't matter if it was a k of uranium they were sitting on or the ultraviolet rays of a star or even pure sor radiation, these is just lived off of it with a weird process that I could only pare to photosynthesis. It kind of worked and made sense as I watched the process in my first successful e I was bsting with fire but I somehow felt it was bullshit. Warhammer never cared much about physics but I did, I had to have a basic framework to work in so I just decided it was a biological fun so far beyond my knowledge of sce that it seemed like space magie. After a fair bit of testing with Ambull es I painstakingly incorporated the ability into all of my forms aside from the human one, I didn't want a shitty carapace c me at all times. I was sure I could somehow make it work with my skin but that'd need more time than I had at the moment. The Crotalid came , it was an intrusive species of huge space crocodiles that had the overpowered ability to migrate through the . They could just one day pop out of thin air and start eating, breeding, and all that up until there are too many of them in a single habitat so they e together and someho-Jump onto another p. I had not the fai idea how this ability worked even after two of my Mind-Cores speive five Terran months w on it. That was a bummer and I chalked it up to my disgustingly limited Psyker knowledge, all the psyker stuff I was doing I was just doing it out of either instinct or winging it. This worked well when the problem could be solved with soulfire burning it to atoms but this wasn't one such problem. I dejectedly put this onto the top of my 'to-do' list and got on with the rest of the samples. It wasn't that I couldn't replicate a Crotalid but even the dumb animals didn't know how their own ability worked, it was somehow instinctual and all of the above-mentioned ditions had to be present for it to somehow crawl out of their geic library. Most of the stuff Zedev had me absorb and replicate was useless to me, they were brain samples and the ected species didn't have anything else going for them aside from superhuman itive funs or Psyker genes, both of which paled in parison to my current capability in both. Some extremophiles were also included which I'd have to work on to see whether they had any iing properties to work into my Forms but it'd have to wait until the more important tasks were pleted. This left most of my Mind-Cores w on two projects, one was trying to make the Lictor's memory-eating ability through eating a brain somethier. The process worked and served the purpose it was engineered for but I didn't just want glimpses into the memories of the victim without trol, I wanted a full transfer of memories preferably without having to actually eat brains. The other project was w on the handful of Eldar samples I'd gotten, Zedev had a diverse colle of the a fuckers and he made me replicate each as many times as I was willing. Apparently, turning an alive and well Eldar into an undamaged corpse is a difficult task that Zedev could do without. I was curious about Spirit Stohat housed a fallen Eldar's soul but Zedev said those had zero use for his research so he traded them off to another like-minded Magos already for other samples. A pity but nothing I could do about it. I had gotten two exodites, a shaman and a warrior, two craftworld Eldar of unknown in and a single dark Eldar sample. The first two were mostly intact while the craftworder samples were rather ragged and I couldn't have told the st one was a Drukhari even with time to examis body, or what was left of it. I didn't want to bother with the Drukhari and while the full tempte for the craftworders was plete I got to py around with the exodite forms. The shaman only had his neck slicked open with a thin bde so his tempte didn't even need any work and the warrior only needed some slight fixes but soon enough I also had her tempte. I shifted into the body of the shaman first, a shiver ran through my spine as I felt things that should be there go away and an obvious thiween my legs that shouldn't be there appear. I was starting to mah entirely inhuman forms as those were so alien that there weren't any familiar things about them aside from an overall humanoid form but this felt different. I tried it out with human males too and I felt just the same, the fact that I didn't feel weird about turning into a Lictor but did when doing the same with an average man was weird but uandable. I shifted into the body of the female Eldar, feeling my chest fill out the bodyglove and the tightness on my crotch going away. I assumed this was soul dissonance, I viewed it at first but the revetion now just makes me smile. If I had dissoh a male form I had the self-image of a woman still, a woman that could turn into any monster she eats, yes, but a woman. My joy at the discovery rushed through me like waves and I felt like singing and giggling like a schoolgirl, it was just fantastic, life was fantastic. Then I slumped as I remembered the predictable ining demise of everyone on the ship, the repair was going too slow and it was making me anxious. Then I got angry at the zy tech priests and just before I could smash my hand into a wall my sedary Mind-Core tasked with my emotional state bred an arm at me. Ah, damn, those heightened Eldar emotions are somewhat crazy. Why did this body affect my mind even with my soul directly ected to it? Well, that could be because an Eldar's body was a very potent psychoactive material while it was alive. My soul energy flowed effortlessly into realspad trolling it all has never been easier, damn these sexy space elves, they are cheating. The fact that an Eldar body is a better duit for my soul than the human replica I made needs further sideration ter. I easily disregarded the fact that I was the biggest cheater that existed in the gaxy. I brushed my fingers ay skin, shivering at the distinct sensation, it felt like my whole body was being caressed by feathers only my whole body was the small area of my skin where my fiouched it. Eldar had it hard, and that's not even taking into at the chaos god the murder-fucked ience who wants to nibble on all of their tortured souls. This form was catharti a way, I felt ected to everything around me, both the material and the immaterial that no human could ever imagine. Even with my enhanced emotions being suppressed by my own Telepathy I still found myself smiling from ear to ear. I decided I'd learn to trol this, discipline and time would help me get used to it without stiffing my emotions like I was doing it now. This was an actual challehat I couldn't just bloith psychic might or eat away. I could modify the geic tempte but I khat fiddling with it could only make it worse, their supreme psychic might partially stemmed from their emotions, heighteio more willpower and more willpower meant a greater effe the . I could try ging the base of my human form into an Eldar body though, I'd lose some of their agility and fancy pointed ears with that but that was viable. I wouldn't be ging the base just adding more onto an already built caste. Yeah, the little towers I'd add onto the magnifit castle would be ughable and wouldn't match the rest but in the end, they'd help defend the castle. I also had to take into sideration that the heighteions would help tie me to my humanity, every tiny bit of empathy would be multiplied and while the ive emotions would also be enhahose were also what'd help me stay grounded. Eldritch space monsters didn't hate, love or were happy, those were mortal things and I was willing to grapple with the uping hardships for me to stay the way I was. No it wasn't humanity, humanity such a demeaning descriptor. I didn't want to stay human, I wao remain sapient with a full and banced range of emotions ahy but I didn't have any other words to describe that state of being than remaining human. Not a problem I expected to have a few months ago, to think referring to myself as a human feels demeaning. I spent the week with all of my minds sped up several folds and deep in the process of w out the kinks of my new humanoid form. When the craftworder's temptes were fioo I added them into the geic mixing pool, if I was making an Eldar the base of my humanoid form it'd be the best Eldar I could make from the geics at hand. To my slight disappoi, none of the two emptes were of bonesingers so I'd have to nab one of those iure. While g through my memories with telepathy I remembered that those guys could turn pure Energy into a material, Wraithbone which was the main building and on material of the Eldar. I didn't want the Wraithbone as much as I was curious about what'd happen if I tried to apply the same process for Soul Energy. "Inquisitor," I heard a voice say behind my rather thick metal door that was also rown with chitinous material so random people wouldn't bother me. "Yes?" I called out, pushing down irritation which was much harder with this new body, "What is it?" "The Captain wishes to speak with you, if possible." I sighed, this message guy was smart enough to say the only thing that'd mao make me e out of my room. The extra biomatter got quickly reabsorbed before I threw open my door to look down on the mousy man in a b gray robe, Administratum. "Where?" "Please follow me?" "Fine," I huffed as the man scuttled along, making himself as unnoticeable as possible while gng back at me every five seds as if to check whether I was actually following him. I rolled my eyes at him and followed along. Let's see what dear Selene wants from me, I was just getting into testing the exact capabilities of this new form. P3t1