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From Heart of Chaos - Chapter 6

This scene depicts the arrival of the daemon Xiaghreb who serves the Chaos God Tzeencth. The daemon chose Hanna Sneijder as his vector due to her weaker mental strength. Sneijder's soul was taken to the Immaterium where it was showed to Nurgle briefly before being returned to her body.

Also a work in progress.

Sneijder clapped her hands around the side of her head and began to scream wildly, unable to control herself. It caught Ekdal immediately by surprise as he jumped and hit his head off the top of her station.

"Argh! Ditt eple!" he growled, ripping his cap off and grabbing his scalp.

Sneijder didn't stop though. The bridge was suddenly on its feet. Security personnel began to run towards her as she twisted around in her seat, screaming on and on seemingly without even drawing breath.

"Someone get a hold of her!" De Soto shouted from the command chair. "Get her out of here!"

A security officer came towards Sneijder. The bulky looking Petty Officer Second Class looked uncomfortable stepping up to the screaming cervine. Sneijder's thin arms bent in ways that didn't seem to be possible. Her large eyes were open as if someone had held her limbs as far as they would stretch. Her pupils were the size of pinpricks, and her whole body shuddered.

"Now!" De Soto urged, slamming her hand into the arm rest.

The officer placed a hand on Sneijder's shoulder. The woman moved far too quick. Sneijder grabbed the officer's right wrist with her right hand, and with her left, slammed her fist down. The woman's closed fist hit the officer square on his radius, splintering the upper arm bone. Sneijder's fist kept on going, forcing the bone underneath, the ulna, to bend and fracture. In a split second, the officer's right hand was out of commission. The man cried out in pain and retracted, cradling his broken wrist.

Half the bridge was on their feet at once. Ensigns and Lieutenants began to shout, and some started to grab at Sneijder.

"Hanna, what the fuck!" the helmsman shouted.

The other two security officers pulled out batons, but Ekdal shouted for them to stand down.

"Everyone back away now!" he shouted. "Stand down, Miss Sneijder!"

Hanna's back arced as far as her spine would allow her. Her slender body hung in her chair as if pulled at by strings. Suddenly, she stopped and slumped. Her rear slid off the rest of the chair and she fell partially onto her knees. The crew waited for a second. A massive explosion of light went off outside of the ship far in the distance like a supernova and grabbed their attention. Twisted clouds of what was thought to be gas and dust spiraled around the viewscreeen, and what was more, there were small black dots keeping up with the ship, keeping pace with the vessel that was speeding through this hell.

There were living things out there.

Nobody paid attention to the computers. Everyone on the bridge looked towards the doe as she slowly started to move again. Had anybody been watching the security feeds, they would have noticed that strange things began to appear in Engineering. Creatures standing taller than men with odd colors to them.

"Hanna?" the helmsman asked again.

Sneijder got to her feet. A trickle of blood came out of her nostril and dripped onto the floor. Her body moved with an ethereal grace to it. She found her feet and stood there with eyes closed, not moving and not speaking. Her cap had fallen off, and her tight dirty blond bun of hair had unfurled close to her shoulders. Her ears drooped slightly, and her face looked as if she were asleep, without the pain she had just experienced.

"Hanna!" The TAC officer said.

Her eyes opened. There was a shine of light that came from them like spotlights. They radiated brightness. She showed no fear, and the voice that came from her was vaguely hers.

"My Lord has felt your touch; your spirit. He is confused and surprised."

"Miss Sneijder, I am ordering you to stand down and enter custody!" Ekdal said, ignoring the sound that came from the doe. "Security will escort you to a holding cell!"

"This is unexpected." the voice continued. "But developments can be accounted for. Your speech I ripped from her mind, her thoughts are not well guarded. She is here, but I am in control."

Ekdal felt a lump form in his throat. "Who are you?"

Hanna smiled, but it was this new presence that controlled the muscles in her face. "I am an envoy of my Lord, and he knows all that was and all that shall be, but you are new - alien to my Lord and his reach. Yet... you do not bear the touch of the Anathema. My Lord has... 'quarantined' you here." Sneijder snarled. "This language has no music - it disgusts me to speak it. You will explain your presence."

"Why?" Ekdal asked.

"You must ask?" the voice said. "This vessel means nothing to my Lord. It can be wiped from very existence, or will traipse the Warp for His pleasure for all eternity, yet you may be useful yet. I, Xiarghreb of the Third House, command this of you!" The voice amplified, and a ringing was felt in every eardrum of the bridge crew.

"What the hell's going on down in Engineering?" De Soto asked, and looked at the console. The Engineers were still in a circle around the center of the compartment, but two headed creatures stood at the perimeter of the group. Symbols appeared over the ground and strange lights danced all over the room.

"We have already exacted payment for this conversation."

"What payment?!" Ekdal said at once.

"Why, tribute." the voice said, and Sneijder shrugged. "Answer, or this vessel and the lives aboard it are forfeit, and you will be given over to the Vile, rival to my Lord."

"Captain, just tell... it... why we're here." De Soto said seriously. "I don't like the sound of this... Vile... thing."

Ekdal was at a complete loss, but he played along with this Xiarghreb thing. He wanted whatever was in Sneijder's body to get out. This thing could read his mind though and knew his thoughts. Xiaghreb judged this creature as he thought, his processes were alien to this tiny powerless thing. He had very little potential to play into the great plans that were to unfold. In truth, Xiaghreb needed amusement and planned to smite this vessel in any case regardless of answer.

"We are here to seek a weapon to fight one known as The Prisoner."

Sneijder blinked twice. "What?" the voice said, clearly confused.

"We're looking for a weapon to fight an ancient being known..."

"I know it." Xiaghreb cut him off. "The one of us but not of us. How came by you this knowledge? The great Princes have spoken little since the dawn of creation, even my Lord has not considered it since before the War in Heaven."

"How do you know what it is?" Ekdal asked, eyebrow raised.

"You will not ask of us to answer your questions. We are not to be badgered by your kind. I would kill you where you stand."

"Yet you won't." the Captain said.

"And my Lord would like nothing better than the continued torment of your kind for His pleasure. I must convene with my Lord."

The lights from the doe's eyes vanished, leaving dazed and nearly entirely dilated pupils. A breath escaped Sneijder as she dropped to the ground, She hit the ground limp and unresponsive. The security officers without damaged limbs tried to move on her.

"Don't you dare touch her." Ekdal said. "Move her, and we die."

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Sneijder's eyes sprang open and she began to gasp. There was no trace of Xiaghreb in her mind. She looked around the bridge, seeing people staring at her. She began to breathe quicker and quicker before breaking down and starting to cry. She huddled on the floor, not moving except for the heaving of her sobs.

"Hanna." Ekdal said. "Is it you?"

The Mobian made eye contact with Ekdal. Tears were streaming down her face, and her lip quivered. She wasn't sure if Ekdal was real.

"Captain?" She said, after wiping her eyes.

"Hanna, it's alright." Ekdal said, crouching down and extending a hand to her. "On your feet, Lieutenant."

Sneijder grabbed Ekdal's hand and was helped up. She looked around her at the people she knew. They stared at her, not sure how to respond. The doe began to cry again, sobbing into Ekdal's shoulder. She was shivering to the touch.

"What did it do to you?" Ekdal whispered into her ear. "Where did it take you?"

Hanna lost her voice for a moment. Her mouth moved but nothing came out. When she found her voice, all she could say was "Horrible! It was horrible! Everyone was sick and crying for help! Their skins were melting and their voices were...! Then He saw me...!"

"Who's 'He'?" Ekdal asked. "Xiaghreb's Lord?"

"No!" she said.

"The Prisoner?!"

"No!"

"Who was it?!" Ekdal asked.

"Please don't make me remember!" Hanna backed off. "I don't want to remember!"

Description
From Heart of Chaos - Chapter 6

This scene depicts the arrival of the daemon Xiaghreb who serves the Chaos God Tzeencth. The daemon chose Hanna Sneijder as his vector due to her weaker mental strength. Sneijder's soul was taken to the Immaterium where it was showed to Nurgle briefly before being returned to her body.

Also a work in progress.

Sneijder clapped her hands around the side of her head and began to scream wildly, unable to control herself. It caught Ekdal immediately by surprise as he jumped and hit his head off the top of her station.

"Argh! Ditt eple!" he growled, ripping his cap off and grabbing his scalp.

Sneijder didn't stop though. The bridge was suddenly on its feet. Security personnel began to run towards her as she twisted around in her seat, screaming on and on seemingly without even drawing breath.

"Someone get a hold of her!" De Soto shouted from the command chair. "Get her out of here!"

A security officer came towards Sneijder. The bulky looking Petty Officer Second Class looked uncomfortable stepping up to the screaming cervine. Sneijder's thin arms bent in ways that didn't seem to be possible. Her large eyes were open as if someone had held her limbs as far as they would stretch. Her pupils were the size of pinpricks, and her whole body shuddered.

"Now!" De Soto urged, slamming her hand into the arm rest.

The officer placed a hand on Sneijder's shoulder. The woman moved far too quick. Sneijder grabbed the officer's right wrist with her right hand, and with her left, slammed her fist down. The woman's closed fist hit the officer square on his radius, splintering the upper arm bone. Sneijder's fist kept on going, forcing the bone underneath, the ulna, to bend and fracture. In a split second, the officer's right hand was out of commission. The man cried out in pain and retracted, cradling his broken wrist.

Half the bridge was on their feet at once. Ensigns and Lieutenants began to shout, and some started to grab at Sneijder.

"Hanna, what the fuck!" the helmsman shouted.

The other two security officers pulled out batons, but Ekdal shouted for them to stand down.

"Everyone back away now!" he shouted. "Stand down, Miss Sneijder!"

Hanna's back arced as far as her spine would allow her. Her slender body hung in her chair as if pulled at by strings. Suddenly, she stopped and slumped. Her rear slid off the rest of the chair and she fell partially onto her knees. The crew waited for a second. A massive explosion of light went off outside of the ship far in the distance like a supernova and grabbed their attention. Twisted clouds of what was thought to be gas and dust spiraled around the viewscreeen, and what was more, there were small black dots keeping up with the ship, keeping pace with the vessel that was speeding through this hell.

There were living things out there.

Nobody paid attention to the computers. Everyone on the bridge looked towards the doe as she slowly started to move again. Had anybody been watching the security feeds, they would have noticed that strange things began to appear in Engineering. Creatures standing taller than men with odd colors to them.

"Hanna?" the helmsman asked again.

Sneijder got to her feet. A trickle of blood came out of her nostril and dripped onto the floor. Her body moved with an ethereal grace to it. She found her feet and stood there with eyes closed, not moving and not speaking. Her cap had fallen off, and her tight dirty blond bun of hair had unfurled close to her shoulders. Her ears drooped slightly, and her face looked as if she were asleep, without the pain she had just experienced.

"Hanna!" The TAC officer said.

Her eyes opened. There was a shine of light that came from them like spotlights. They radiated brightness. She showed no fear, and the voice that came from her was vaguely hers.

"My Lord has felt your touch; your spirit. He is confused and surprised."

"Miss Sneijder, I am ordering you to stand down and enter custody!" Ekdal said, ignoring the sound that came from the doe. "Security will escort you to a holding cell!"

"This is unexpected." the voice continued. "But developments can be accounted for. Your speech I ripped from her mind, her thoughts are not well guarded. She is here, but I am in control."

Ekdal felt a lump form in his throat. "Who are you?"

Hanna smiled, but it was this new presence that controlled the muscles in her face. "I am an envoy of my Lord, and he knows all that was and all that shall be, but you are new - alien to my Lord and his reach. Yet... you do not bear the touch of the Anathema. My Lord has... 'quarantined' you here." Sneijder snarled. "This language has no music - it disgusts me to speak it. You will explain your presence."

"Why?" Ekdal asked.

"You must ask?" the voice said. "This vessel means nothing to my Lord. It can be wiped from very existence, or will traipse the Warp for His pleasure for all eternity, yet you may be useful yet. I, Xiarghreb of the Third House, command this of you!" The voice amplified, and a ringing was felt in every eardrum of the bridge crew.

"What the hell's going on down in Engineering?" De Soto asked, and looked at the console. The Engineers were still in a circle around the center of the compartment, but two headed creatures stood at the perimeter of the group. Symbols appeared over the ground and strange lights danced all over the room.

"We have already exacted payment for this conversation."

"What payment?!" Ekdal said at once.

"Why, tribute." the voice said, and Sneijder shrugged. "Answer, or this vessel and the lives aboard it are forfeit, and you will be given over to the Vile, rival to my Lord."

"Captain, just tell... it... why we're here." De Soto said seriously. "I don't like the sound of this... Vile... thing."

Ekdal was at a complete loss, but he played along with this Xiarghreb thing. He wanted whatever was in Sneijder's body to get out. This thing could read his mind though and knew his thoughts. Xiaghreb judged this creature as he thought, his processes were alien to this tiny powerless thing. He had very little potential to play into the great plans that were to unfold. In truth, Xiaghreb needed amusement and planned to smite this vessel in any case regardless of answer.

"We are here to seek a weapon to fight one known as The Prisoner."

Sneijder blinked twice. "What?" the voice said, clearly confused.

"We're looking for a weapon to fight an ancient being known..."

"I know it." Xiaghreb cut him off. "The one of us but not of us. How came by you this knowledge? The great Princes have spoken little since the dawn of creation, even my Lord has not considered it since before the War in Heaven."

"How do you know what it is?" Ekdal asked, eyebrow raised.

"You will not ask of us to answer your questions. We are not to be badgered by your kind. I would kill you where you stand."

"Yet you won't." the Captain said.

"And my Lord would like nothing better than the continued torment of your kind for His pleasure. I must convene with my Lord."

The lights from the doe's eyes vanished, leaving dazed and nearly entirely dilated pupils. A breath escaped Sneijder as she dropped to the ground, She hit the ground limp and unresponsive. The security officers without damaged limbs tried to move on her.

"Don't you dare touch her." Ekdal said. "Move her, and we die."

----------

Sneijder's eyes sprang open and she began to gasp. There was no trace of Xiaghreb in her mind. She looked around the bridge, seeing people staring at her. She began to breathe quicker and quicker before breaking down and starting to cry. She huddled on the floor, not moving except for the heaving of her sobs.

"Hanna." Ekdal said. "Is it you?"

The Mobian made eye contact with Ekdal. Tears were streaming down her face, and her lip quivered. She wasn't sure if Ekdal was real.

"Captain?" She said, after wiping her eyes.

"Hanna, it's alright." Ekdal said, crouching down and extending a hand to her. "On your feet, Lieutenant."

Sneijder grabbed Ekdal's hand and was helped up. She looked around her at the people she knew. They stared at her, not sure how to respond. The doe began to cry again, sobbing into Ekdal's shoulder. She was shivering to the touch.

"What did it do to you?" Ekdal whispered into her ear. "Where did it take you?"

Hanna lost her voice for a moment. Her mouth moved but nothing came out. When she found her voice, all she could say was "Horrible! It was horrible! Everyone was sick and crying for help! Their skins were melting and their voices were...! Then He saw me...!"

"Who's 'He'?" Ekdal asked. "Xiaghreb's Lord?"

"No!" she said.

"The Prisoner?!"

"No!"

"Who was it?!" Ekdal asked.

"Please don't make me remember!" Hanna backed off. "I don't want to remember!"