11-26-2006, 10:19 AM
Following the woman's directions, Ezekiel found the inhabited area he had been searching for, and what he found in this village, was completely different from what he had expected. He expected to find a place inhabited by humans, instead he found no humans at all, only these creatures, resembling animals that walked on two feet and acted like men. Upon first looking at this, he quickly hid behind a tree.
"Xenos." He said to himself quietly. "This world is most likely a haven for the abominable creatures."
He pondered the situation, while his existence for the longest time focused around manufactorum work, he was also occasionally given knowledge about the greater galaxy and how things inside and out of the Emperor's realm worked. Ideally, xenos would be purged, just like mutants and heretics, but in some places, their presence is merely tolerated as wiping them out would be too costly and in some places, people work with them on a daily basis. While the idea sickened him, Ezekiel deduced that this must be how this world functioned, therefore, since he is incapable of carrying out a holy purge, he too must work with these xenos if he is to survive and find a way home.
"May the Omnissiah forgive me for what I must do." He uttered a quick prayer before swallowing his pride and swearing that no xenos taint shall enter him.
He turned from his hiding spot and entered the village, looking around, he found it to resemble a frontier village, with simple buildings composed mostly of wood and thatch and stone. The signs all over were written in the common tongue of man strangely, with some other tongue he was unfamiliar with, the tongue of the xenos no doubt. He needed information, but was completely uncertain of where to go and how to get it. He must've appeared to be a strange sight indeed, a man in a bright, if somewhat sullied red hooded robe, a rebreather attached to his face, red artificial eyes the only visible part of his face, and silver, artificial arms composed mostly of ceramite and plasteel. Through the holes in his robe torn by Tyranids, a black body suit could be seen, and black boots covering his metal feet and calves.
Putting such thoughts out of his mind, he soon spied another human walk into the village and towards what looked like a tavern of sorts. He was accompanied by one of the xenos, no doubt a friend or acquaintence at least. Seeing that this might be the source of the information he seeks, Ezekiel followed them into the tavern and waited for what seat they took. It was a table by the eastern wall and he soon moved in to take a seat with them.
"Xenos." He said to himself quietly. "This world is most likely a haven for the abominable creatures."
He pondered the situation, while his existence for the longest time focused around manufactorum work, he was also occasionally given knowledge about the greater galaxy and how things inside and out of the Emperor's realm worked. Ideally, xenos would be purged, just like mutants and heretics, but in some places, their presence is merely tolerated as wiping them out would be too costly and in some places, people work with them on a daily basis. While the idea sickened him, Ezekiel deduced that this must be how this world functioned, therefore, since he is incapable of carrying out a holy purge, he too must work with these xenos if he is to survive and find a way home.
"May the Omnissiah forgive me for what I must do." He uttered a quick prayer before swallowing his pride and swearing that no xenos taint shall enter him.
He turned from his hiding spot and entered the village, looking around, he found it to resemble a frontier village, with simple buildings composed mostly of wood and thatch and stone. The signs all over were written in the common tongue of man strangely, with some other tongue he was unfamiliar with, the tongue of the xenos no doubt. He needed information, but was completely uncertain of where to go and how to get it. He must've appeared to be a strange sight indeed, a man in a bright, if somewhat sullied red hooded robe, a rebreather attached to his face, red artificial eyes the only visible part of his face, and silver, artificial arms composed mostly of ceramite and plasteel. Through the holes in his robe torn by Tyranids, a black body suit could be seen, and black boots covering his metal feet and calves.
Putting such thoughts out of his mind, he soon spied another human walk into the village and towards what looked like a tavern of sorts. He was accompanied by one of the xenos, no doubt a friend or acquaintence at least. Seeing that this might be the source of the information he seeks, Ezekiel followed them into the tavern and waited for what seat they took. It was a table by the eastern wall and he soon moved in to take a seat with them.