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"Enemy of the Imperium, be purged!" Sigma-0012 screamed from behind his impassive mask, spittle and saliva coating the inside of his respirator, his eyes darting wildly from the xenos to his superiors, were they traitors? Consorting with the alien? Or was he the traitor? Was this an Imperial agent in disguise? Utilizing some sort of advanced camouflage? In his panic, he turned to the most trustworthy figure he saw, the one who had called herself an Acolyte of the Inquisition. The sister of battle. He averted his eyes immediately, they burned. He was not meant to look upon a daughter of the Emperor, so pure, so faithful. A far greater servant to Him than a poor wretch like himself would ever be.Aranelle followed the human, she did not like the idea of relying on them, but she had proposed the alliance and the humans were most likely to more numerous when it came to survivors of the fall. They would come to an area with several more humans, one wearing a lighter version of gene spliced super humans armor and something about her seemed a little off, there was another that was far more machine than human likely a worshiper of machines, a mask clad officer that was likely to kill his men as often as the enemy, and some poor tortured twisted soul that reminded Aranelle of the servitors of humans as much as a normal human. This group would have to do for now as Aranelle needed to get to the webway to get off the world and that was the most likely place any other Eldar survivors would go to rally. The question was what to do with these humans when she got there as exposing such a secret to humans was inviting trouble in the webways, though that would trouble the dark ones more than anyone else. Aranelle doubted any would know the structures of her people as even now they broke taboo after taboo of even acknowledging a solitaire.
Aranelle removed her mask exposing her face which like most eldar was beautiful almost painfully so, still it left no room for any to doubt what she was below the mask as deamons could easily pretend to be something they weren't. The machine man seemed the most interested in her and she felt his odd gaze but ignored it having to translate her own thoughts few times to get to something humans would understand and was blunt enough for them to comprehend its meaning " A Shepard guides their flock from the wolves into the gate that promises safety" She said her way of telling them she knew a way off the world.