Chapter 339 - My SI Stash #39 - Alter by taovkool (Warhammer40KXMulticross) (1/2)

-Another fic that is on a hiatus but since it's a rare Warhammer R34 Economy SI, I'm putting it in! Also because i've never seen Reines being used in one of these fics~

Synopsis: ???

Rated: M

Words: 27K

Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/alter-r34-economy-warhammer-40k-si.11347/ (taovkool)

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Chapter 0+1

(Tattletale)

The girl woke up with a jolt.

Awareness came in an instant and Tattletale realized that she was floating n_a_k_e_d inside a tank, filled with red-colored liquid and strapped to various cables and needles on her back. Two of which interfaced directly into her head. Strange sigils covered the tank making her unable to see outside the tank. A magic cult? Well, who knows. Tattletale felt like she couldn't care less.

She had no idea who captured her. She had no idea where she even was. She could feel pain spread throughout her entire body. Yet, despite all that, she felt fine. Relaxed. Comfortable, even. The fact that she was in pain felt irrelevant. The fact that she knew nothing of what brought her in this situation is not even worth thinking about.

Thoughts are incompatible with known personalities. Tattletale-self is Mastered.

Tattletale blinked. Well, she thought, that explained it.

She should not have been surprised. Her power was still working as ordered. Although she does not have the same degree of control over it. It showed no hint whatsoever on what the water or what these weird magical sigils were. It felt like her passenger was also significantly affected by this mind-affecting power.

She knew that she should have been angry that someone messed with her head. Instead, all she felt was acceptance and contentment. As if everything was the way it should be. It must have been part of the package of being brainwashed. She wondered if this was what Heartbreaker's victim feels like, before instinctively denying it. No, there was no false love inserted here. No layers of deception painted over her mind. She knew, even without her power that this was more than simple mind control. It felt... deeper. More intimate.

So her power agreed.

She read a paper on Master effects once. Tattletale remembered something about identity and personality to be similar to writing on a book. A series of memory affecting the personal history of a person and the mindset they view the world. Any mind and emotional control intrude on that view. It forced a mindset not their own, distorting the mind with personal logic and personality both being put under intense pressure. Like another person writing on an already written book causing the words to overlap. Whatever is happening to her does not feel any way like that.

Tattletale-self train of logic functions perfectly without any significant changes. No external mental intrusions detected. Yet a comparison between the current and previous characteristics of Tattletale-self was far too comprehensive. Conclusion, Tattletale-self identity is being significantly altered.

Altered. Yes, that felt more like it.

Instead of overwriting the book of her mind, someone is erasing bits and pieces of it and writing their changes in her book. Changes in her mind. No, not mind. This is less mind control and more soul control. An alteration of her very soul. The core of her very being.

At this point, she wouldn't even be surprised if souls do exists. The fact that hers were now being altered by an unknown intelligence made Tattletale felt like she should have been more horrified on what was currently happening. However, what she felt was honest admiration and expectation. She couldn't wait for it to finish changing her. To finally fulfill whatever purpose will be imposed upon her soul.

Changes to self include alteration towards moral priority, core social concept, logical reasoning, s_e_x_u_a_l identity, and survival instincts. Personality 88,92% unchanged. Master considered Tattletale-self's power and personality the main asset.

Her power was informative but Tattletale was focused only on a single part of that revelation. Master. She couldn't move any part of her body, yet Tattletale smiled to herself in reverence.

Added the Master as the superior figure. Added the Master as the subject of absolute loyalty. Added the Master as a figure of worship.

Her Master is her Master. Tattletale would love him, she knew that without a doubt. It doesn't matter if he was a fat old man or a handsome muscular jock. It doesn't even matter if he was a murderous villain like Jack Slash, a selfless hero like Taylor or just a common beggar you could find everywhere in the world. She would love and she would serve. Any order he'd made, she would do it. Anyone he told her to kill, she'd kill. Anyone he told her to save, she'd save.

Tattletale shuddered in anticipation. That certainty of purpose, it felt good. Whatever it is her Master is planning to use her for, she had to be ready to do it. Whatever flaws he has, she had to make up for it. And she was pretty certain this Master of hers has flaws. It might seem absurd that she, as a newly altered Tattletale, could think of her newly sworn Master so negatively. But the logic is simple. No matter how perfect it seems no man is ever without flaws. The fact that she could even think that her Master as not some perfect being when she is strapped to a soul altering device, showed that her new Master understood that as well. A realization that brought her joy and relief in equal measure.

Then a voice came out of nowhere and she felt euphoria.

I call upon thee.

It's him. She knew instinctively, that it's him.

Her Master is summoning her.

The sigils glowed. The red liquid in the tank turned into darkness. Sweet, blissful darkness. It sprang from the sigils like a liquid tentacle and entered her. From her mouth. From her lower parts. Were she able to, Tattletale would have m_o_a_n_e_d. She couldn't describe it. She couldn't describe the sheer, delectable feeling of p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e that she felt. She couldn't describe how Right it feels. It covered her entire body. Like a suit. Like a dress. Like a cocoon. A Shadow binding of her entire mind, body, and soul into the Dark.

If she could speak, if she could move, she would have long screamed out loud in p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e and thrashed hard enough to rupture this entire tank. As paralyzed as she was, only muffled sounds came out of her mouth. The Dark is spreading to her insides. Her liver, her lungs, her heart. Everything about her was being painted black. God, the experience was beyond o_r_g_a_s_mic. She wanted more. She wanted it to cover her entirety.

The Dark left her brain, her mind for last. She knew that when it does, she would cross a line she'd never come back from and doesn't that just sound delightful? Hurry up, she thought, hurry up and take me there! Yet it didn't. Not yet. It was intent on prolonging this. It was enjoying it. Making her gasping and m_o_a_ning in p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e. The Dark was pressing in her every cell that was ever involved in the relaxation, p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e and extreme happiness of a human mind. Until at the end, when it seems like even her sanity at her limit.

Sarah Livsey. Lisa Wilbourne. Tattletale.

Yes, Sarah thought. That's me. That's all me, Master. Sarah Livsey, the daughter of a pair of corrupt socialites and sister of a suicidal boy. Lisa Wilbourne, the runaway, the puppet, and the friend. Tattletale, the villainous second in command and eventually the leader of the Undersider after everything fell apart.

That was all me and what I was before is now irrelevant. My experiences, my history, my body, my mind, my soul, my very self. The things that made me who I am. All of it now matters less than dust. Now, I am your slave. Your Servant. Give me the order, Master.

Come.

She came.

(The Third)

Awareness came within moments, and Tattletale was rather surprised that she could stand. Normally, had someone been suspended in a liquid, unable to use their muscles for anything for long periods of time, they would be incapable of using them and would have fallen face-first to the ground, she did not. Her augments flaring within her, a key part of her being coming into play as she landed lightly on her feet, completely ignoring her own nudity as the Dark formed into a cloak around her.

The room she was summoned into felt like the bridge of a ship she'd seen on Star Trek. Except it was a dozen times larger and more opulent and significantly more functional than the fake stage she'd seen. Beneath her feet were magic circles. No, a summoning circle, a new knowledge informed her. Designed to summon the women from the multitudes of reality to be Darkened as a new Servant to serve her Master.

”Huh, is this a spaceship? How fancy.”

And then Tattletale looked ahead, saw her new Master and knelt. Head bowed and she fell to her knees as if she was a supplicant being addressed by a king. She did not know why, to be honest. It just felt right something natural for her to do.

A man was sitting on the throne, and obviously it was her Master. He was flanked by two beautiful women. Both with dark cloak similar to her own.

One looked like she was barely sixteen, she had an amused look on her face. Her power telling her that this girl was assessing her as a threat, as an asset, and as a new family member...? That last one was a surprise. A Thinker then. While Tattletale's power lies in analyzing cues from small details, this girl seems to specialize in the bigger picture and long term plans.

As for her character, this girl looked just as fanatically loyal to Master. She'd gotten the same soul alteration treatment Tattletale herself has gotten then. A bit of a sadist. A lot of m_a_s_o_c_h_i_s_tic elements, mostly reserved for Master. There was something about familial starvation there as well. Seems to think of Master as her big brother? A preference for i_n_c_e_s_tuous relations then. Explained the new family member part. A sister in service, huh? A similar enough concept to a soldier's camaraderie of brothers in arms. Tattletale could accept that, she supposed. Taylor taught her that siblings are not always of the same blood. And she did wonder once what s_e_x with a girl she'd considered her sister would feel like.

The other one was a blonde with a goth-like appearance. She was beautiful, like a pale doll. Also impassive and held a neutral look on her face. A knight, her power told her, one with an unnatural devotion. This woman does not assess her for threats or anything like that. Oh, make no mistakes. If Tattletale suddenly became a threat this woman would kill her, because as far as the physical threat goes this woman was the greatest one in the room. A Brute 9 or 10 with something extra on the side. But she has a great enough faith in their new Master and his powers that this woman did not doubt for a second that Tattletale, her king's new summon, would never be a threat to him. Wait, she saw Master as a king? Something like a king, at least. Good to know that the Master's physical protection is in good hands.

As for Tattletale's own Master, he looked like an ordinary man with a blue denim shirt and jeans. Of course, she knew better than that. Her own power telling her of the unknown high energy field surrounding him. He was tall, around 6 feet with an athletic body. The ripples of muscles she could see from his shirt made her almost drool for a moment. His face was handsome. Caucasian and in his mid-20s.

He also looked really, really tired.

And now she was concerned, ”So Master, the name's Lisa.” Because Tattletale sounded rather less personal, and this is the man she'd be offering her entire life to, ”Need any help there? You look exhausted.”

Really, what were those two doing? If they are bound by the Dark just as she is now, they should know that Master's health and safety are paramount! Judging by the concerned glances by the two women, they apparently knew their mistakes. Or at least shared some of her concerns.

”Oh, you know, Lisa,” Her Master sighed tiredly, it's less physical and more mental exhaustion, ”It's just one of those days, I suppose.”

Starting World: Warhammer 40K (4000 Points)

Control

Bindings: Fearful Shroud (Dark) > 200 Points

Lure: Dragon Musk (Attribute: Darkness) > 200 Points

Lure: Siren's Song > 50 Points

Other: 1 set of standard 3 Command Seals > 1 set is free

Other: General Seals > 10 Points

Total Cost: 460 Points

Perks

All Affinity > 80 Points

All Defense > 80 Points

Psychic Paper > 5 Points

Warranty Plan > 5 Points

Sweet Home > 50 Points

Heavenbuilt > 100 50 Points (AI Waifu Chosen)

Dragonblood > 200 Points

Total Cost: 520 Points

Waifu Chosen:

Nasuverse - Saber Arthuria (Everdistant Utopia): 200

Nasuverse - Reines (Imperial Strategist): 50

Worm - Tattletale: 10

Total Cost: 260

Chapter 1

It is the 25th Millennium of the Age of Technology and humanity is at its apex.

Under the banner of the Federation of Earth, mankind has flourished. An age of colonization known as the Stellar Exodus has begun. For more than a hundred century the Stellar Exodus has expanded the domain of mankind to hundreds of worlds, spreading the civilization of man across the stars. With the newly created Navigator Gene, men can travel the space faster, expanding Terra's colonial subjects from hundreds into millions. With the invention of the artificially intelligent humanoid constructs known as the Men of Irons, humanity tamed and conquered all the dangers of the galaxy. With their strength of science, reason, and technology. With their progress of art and culture. This is truly mankind at its greatest.

But even in this age of prosperity, the dark shadows loom across the galaxy. The rumors of a new breed of human mutation known as psykers have caused quiet discontent among those who had seen a peek of their twisted nature. Far-flung colonies had begun to taste the freedom of independence, and questions arose as to why they have to obey the selfish edicts of distant Terra. The Sol system, the very homeworld of humanity itself is not without threats. Beneath the byzantine rule of the Federation of Earth, vasts organizations and corporations such as the Olympus Mechanical Industries of Mars, the Venusian Collective, the Umbral Administrative Corporations began to plot and scheme against one another, as the ambitions of men drove them to seek more power.

The threat beyond might be even greater, for let us not forget that many of the aliens have not looked kindly upon the rise of mankind. Mighty Eldars, proud and decadent, with their vast realms, grand battlesh_i_p_s, and beautiful Craftsworlds, they ruled the galaxy with an iron fist and they looked at humanity with annoyance as the primitive Mon'keigh began to slowly encroach upon their domains. The maggot-like Slaughts, always ever-elusive and eager for the flesh of men, hid amongst humanity and enacted their terrible conspiracies with unknown purpose and unholy rigors. The Orks, galaxy's eternal pests, with an endless hunger for war and battle they built their stellar empires from the blood of millions of species. Rising and falling faster than the wind. And the blood continues to flow.

Yet even those shadows pale to the ones that lurked beneath. For within the very space itself lies a horror hidden to most. And they look upon the gleaming Milky Way with malevolent glee.

This is the story of the final pages. The last dawn before the darkness. The end of the golden age upon which the dreams of men rested. And the beginning of the darkest ages of humanity. The age of endless war.

(The Master)

”What the shit is this?”

Reading through the passages, nobody could blame me for being a wee bit terrified. It's bad enough that I woke up in the middle of a colony that is being ravaged by green-skinned giant things that reminded me of Orks like in Warhammer. Having direct confirmation that I am stuck in f_u_c_k_i_n_g Warhammer of all the goddamned places are not doing my nerves that great. Not to mention I started off with nothing but the shirt and shorts I slept in. To say I was having a panic attack and turning batshit insane was an understatement.

I've spent a week in this madhouse of a world. A week of wandering about corpses, ruins of a city with weird architecture, and things constantly trying to kill and eat me. F_u_c_k, I don't even know what the name of this world is. Mostly because I can't read the local languages. What with them all being aliens and stuff.