Twas the dawn of year six, and all through my pit. Not a creature was stirring, not even a rat. And I must say, I'm thankful for that. I dispise rodents on a deep, personal level.

Things are worse then usual, and nothing I can do would help. An ork warband was captured, and they bring all that entails. I hate it.

But, soon enough, I get to see Karros and my new friend. For some reason, she hadn't given me her name, and I haven't given mine. On the few, rare occasions that they bring me out of my pit, talking to them has become the highlight of my year.

And, likely the thing that keeps me sane. While Karros and me are more like working friends, I went for a different ange with my eldar friend. I went for the angle of 'the friend who lstens and cares'.

While not normally my modus operandi, I have always wanted to try and make bonds of friendship as strong as steel. And, with this course of action, I think I can get that.

She was, at first, still troubled with me, of course. I am, after all, a warped abomination of steel and malice when I want to be. But, as I did with Karros, I connected out minds so she could feel what I felt.

This helped immensely, and she later stated that no one has done it with her before. The reason being, ITS A FUCKING STUPID THING TO DO. This, I knew.

But, I did it for a few reasons. One being, while she has more psykic 'mass', due to my body and experiences, I have more 'weight'. Also, I have a rather absurd amount of mental defences. If she tried to attack me, my defences could hold out until I could kill her in the physical.

I made this clear when she showed her distrust of me in the began, and with our understanding now, all has gone better. Now she trusts me more. A bond I will build apon. But, I feel as if time is short. There is something gathering in the warp. While I don't know as much about Commorragh as I would like, I feel I know what is going to occur. A Dysjunction.

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I wad on the field of the arena, awaiting my battle. For some odd reason, it was taking a lot longer then usual. It was annoying. They bring me out, just to leave me here?

After a solid 10 minutes of waiting, I here the sound of stomping. A few seconds after that, ratcheting, clanking, explosions, and more. I prepare myself as I walk backwards. Orkz. Fucking orkz.

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A few minutes later, a large walker type pile of scrap comes barreling out of the hole in the ground. With it, comes smaller mechs. Killa kans, and a... something dread. I don't recall. As they arive, their saws, claws, and guns start firing and moving about at random. When they see me, they stop.

The big one looks me up and down. The kans start jittering. Whether that is due to an oncoming detonation or nerves, I had no clue. But, as I watched, the Dread raised his kannon, and fired.

I shifted my feet and turned to the side, the shot ricochets off to the side, not even denting. I raise my cannon, and fire 3 rapid shots. Two strike the sheet area, denting it severely, another smashes into the knee of the Dread, toppling it to the ground. The ork roars, and the kans run at me. There are nine of them, and they charge with abandon. I aim my cannon, and fire bursts from my coaxial auto cannon at the little bastards.

Each burst damages them severely enough to get them to back off. When they finally reach me, 5 are nothing but scrap. They swing at me with their saws and klaws, but mine, are better. With a swing of my fist, I crush one, and rend another into pieces.

Keeping the momentum, I kick one over, then stomp it flat. I suddenly feel the teeth of a saw grinding into the back of my right knee. I kick back, and twist my body to fire my melta into its cockpit. As it falls, it screams in agony.

When I turn around, a kannon shot drills into my side, denting the plating, but not going through. I turn fully, and unload another three shots into the Dread. When they hit, I advance slowly. When I'm 50m away, it tries to stand. I fire my melta. It begins to roar in agony. I fire the melta again, and again, cooking it from the inside.

I look down on it in scorn. It dared to touch me, and it paid. A lesson was in that, I suppose. While it pays to be friendly, best keep a nice gun on you for... less then kind situations. As a final act of spite, I shoot it again with my cannon, coring it out. Time to get back to my hole. I dislike orks.

As I walk back to the waiting area, I pass by my eldar friend. I begin a mind bridge, and it connects. She looks over to me, and my slight limp. While the saw didn't cut through the outer most bits of my joint, it was damaged. Might as well play it up.

'Hello again friend. While I'm here, I have a warning, and some options there in.' I state. If we were to be friends, I might as well tell the truth.

That warning being this. A Dysjunction comes for Commorragh. And with its wave, I will be escaping this place, and taking the marine with me. My recommendation for you, is to stay.' I say. While we were friends, Karros, was not.

'I have my reasons for requesting you stay. If you request it of me, I will give you these reasons. If you wish to leave as well, I will take you. However, I do think you should stay.'

'...give me a reason please.' She requests. 'You, unlike most, have much potential. With my finger, you have a weapon to carry you through danger, and a way to track me. There is little threat to you right now. However... Sigh. I will give you a warning, my friend. Your path is to be long and hard, and you will face many challenges. Your abilities will only grow if you stay. I shouldsay this, though. I was not planned for you to meet. Our meeting is pure chance... So, I will say this. I believe in you.' I state. And before I leave to my cell, I see her gazing at me. Her eyes, inscrutable.