YOD Venutian Envoy
..:: Jedda awoke suddenly in a deep, or rather, immense chamber. She appeared to be lying on a large polished ceramite slab , much like the gurney-tops of the medical bays she used to wait in with Pada and Sam back on SAMMAHS2. But that seemed like life times ago...and she was never on any of the fecking things! Certainly not with out the ability to move her arms and legs. Hell, Jedda couldn’t move her pinky toes. She ventured it was by pure force of adrenaline that she could rotate her eyeballs in their drying sockets as she futilely used them to survey the odd pink darkness. Jedda was going to need a little bit more than the boot knife luck of the mine hive tab girl , she was going to need a plan. Her racing mind jerked to a halt as a synthetic nail of a domineering female voice scraped though a blackboard vox emitter somewhere behind her, or above her...
“Please try to relax my child...”
The voice, shrill but deep and constant in tone , began.
“...we do not intend you any harm but will be pleased to exalt you, and your present form...”
As bewildering as the situation had become and was becoming, Jedda’s all together disposition had seemed to ease without her even being aware. As if something had released warm milk into the essences of life around her. Like her soul and its existential form had been softly pressed to a metaphysical pillow. As the voice yammered on the lights in the chamber seemed to pulse from a dark crimson tinged black to an intense luminous red matching the timbre and inflection of its words.
“ ....and of coarse forthright. Ahh my dear, it may please you to know this consciousness has been sewn to beautiful creatures such as yourself for ages before us. Beautiful things, so manny indeed. Pious men, warriors, geniuses of grand intent, weavers of literal dreams, children?”
The voice seemed to click a bit, ,but persisted.
“Xenos? Martyrs? Who’s to say who writes these words? Who keeps this information? Yes, an adequate face your body will make, a glorious flag your hands will wave..”
to Jedda the voice could have been humming along forever as the heartbeats around her cushioned subconscious dirged her off beyond any fo the low thrills from the lotus alleys and sek halls from her youth. Jedda couldn’t feel the caress of a mechanical tenotomy instrument against her temple and against her ear. The warm light of a dead psychic voice carried Jedda’s mind eons past any knowledge of her own corporeal form now. To a place beyond. Beyond Sam, beyond the hive, beyond the Emperor. Trapped beyond oblivion, Jedda was now merely parts in the laboratory assembly lines of a defiled mechanic cult , a cult motivated by truth upon the indivisible creators. Those creators and death, the truth and one omniscient trade. ::..
Aurmine Constant,
Ancient Trader and Commander of The Barbarois
Cradle assisted by slave entourage
The YOD conglomerates are a group, so far in imperial record, to consist of four founding Trade Warrant holding houses. These Rogue Trader houses are currently under investigations due to their shameless deathcult leanings and practices. Traders of the founding ship Tiberius, and supporting Breath of Organthus (last recorded location unaccounted) and The Barbaross have had reported dealings with a heretical cult mechanicus sect of the Grenaki. The Grenaki have assisted previously in research, training, and fabrications within the Officio Assasinorum Clades as well as a decidedly militant approach to technological discovery at the intelligence base as well as the procurement of material. These materials and ends are a relatively menial task for the conglomerates and their hidden figureheads.
Demanux
Herald of YOD, Shepherd of Thralls. Not unlike most of the YOD court inserting themselves on Venus , little is known of this creation of mechanism. Providing escort to the Sepulchral Cradle containing the conscious remains of Aurmine Constant, Ancient Trader and Commander of The Barbarois.
