Editing The Princess of Commorragh (section)

==Chapter Three==
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Sister Ellyn was not having a good day. 

She could tolerate being assigned to an eccentric Rogue Trader in the hopes that she could keep him in line. She could tolerate said Rogue Trader making passes at her every ten minutes while ignoring any advice given to him. She could tolerate negotiating with fringe worlds and even the occasional xenos when it meant the Imperium of Man benefited. What she couldn’t handle, however, was wading through a thick, green mist in the blood-soaked dregs of a xenos city far from the warmth of the Emperor’s light. 

“Mr. Rolf, are you quite sure we were to meet our contact here?” The arrogant and haughty voice of Captain Mabuse made the party of four easy to pinpoint, much to Ellyn’s chagrin. 

“Indeed Captain. Unless of course our lovely Sister misheard the man. Maybe that’s why she got assigned outside of the Dia…”

“Shove it Rolf,” she snapped, drawing her cloak tighter around her. “It’s more likely the knife-eared bastard decided to just ignore our agreement. This is what you get for trusting a xenos. But noooooo. No one ever listens to…”

“She really needs to relax, don’t you think Mr. Rolf?”

“Maybe we should get her a beau while we’re here. She’s probably into half the messed up crap they do here. I mean, she is a Sister after all. Sexually repressed and all that.”

“What an excellent idea Stevens! Mr. Rolf! Note that down! Before we leave the webway, we are getting Ellyn here a new companion.”

It was all Ellyn could do to keep her voice level. “If we ever make it back to realspace, I’m taking the next shuttle out. I don’t even care if it’s going to Dusk. I’m done. I’m so done.”

The three men had a laugh at her expense as they continued walking, further drawing attention to themselves. It was a miracle that they had yet to be attacked or even approached by how badly they stood out, something that was beginning to set off alarms in Ellyn’s head. She did not know much about the Dark Eldar’s home, but she knew that humans should not be having this jovial of a time walking around. As if to drive her worries home, they finally came to a dead end bordering upon a diseased river. They had gotten lost.

“Well, that certainly doesn’t look like it’s fun to swim in. Anyone see a bridge or sorts?”

“Nothing Captain. But uh, it looks like we have some problems to the rear.”

Ellyn followed Stevens’ pointing to see a group of wiry, lecherous xenos blocking the path behind them. At first she wasn’t overly concerned - it was only three of them. Then a horn sounded and suddenly Parched were swarming towards them. 

“Mr. Rolf! I expect you to get us out of this without staining my coat.”

“That… might be problematic Sir.”

A high pitched whine caught Ellyn’s attention as the rest of her group fired wildly into the oncoming maw. Turning, she saw a flat anti-grav barge working its way down the river towards them. On it, a single cloaked figure stood waving to them. It wasn’t much of an escape plan, and it reeked of a trap, but it would have to do. Moments later, the party fell to the deck of the barge as they sped away from a throng of angry Parched on the shore. 

“Well done Mr. Rolf! Not a single scra… THERE IS A DROP OF BLOOD ON MY FURS.”

“Oh boy… here we go…”

As the Captain whirled himself into a fury, Ellyn tried to curl up into a ball and wish herself from existence. To her surprise, the stranger spoke.

“Give him pointed ears and he’d be prissy enough to pass for an Archon.” The voice was female, the language one of the Eldar. “Seriously, it’s a little blood. What did he expect coming to Commorragh? It basically rains the stuff here.”

Raising her head to eye the barge attendant, Ellyn muttered a reply in an attempt to be diplomatic. “You’re lucky you’re not stuck living on his ship. Thanks for saving us, I guess.”

“Hmmm. I’d say you’re more lucky in the fact I needed something from you.”

As Ellyn started at the hood masking the Dark Eldar’s face in worry, Stevens called over to her. “Hey Sister, what’s the xenos saying? Can you get us passage to somewhere with a ticket out of here?”

She decided to lie for the time being. “She’s babbling about how tasty the water here is. I’ll uh.. try though.” Returning to the foreign language, “What do you mean? Obviously, you don’t want us dead, but I won’t be some twisted slave of yours. I’ve been here long enough…”

“Shhh.” The hood tilted for a moment, then straightened. “I just want information. Then you can go. You transported something for one Bryth. Ring a bell?”

Given their current circumstances, Ellyn saw no reason to resist the line of questioning. “Yeah, a blue cube thing. An… acquaintance of the Captain’s wanted it. And like I warned him, the moment we handed it over we got stranded here in your awful city.”

“That tends to happen here. You mon’keighs are far too trusting sometimes. But I am in a good mood today. Tell me who this acquaintance was and I’ll drop you off at Sec Maegra. You should be able to find your way back to realspace from there.”

That was good enough for Ellyn, even if it turned out to be an empty promise down the line. “T’sal. I think.”

“Hrm… Poisoned Tongue then. Well that’s interesting.” A pause, then the woman added, “You know what, for being so helpful, I’ll send word to a friend of mine. You’ll probably have to wring his arm to get him to give up transport, but he will give you specifically something to relax.”

“I don’t want your vile drugs.”

“Oh no, you misunderstand. He’s a mon’keigh just like you. That’s how I tracked you all down in the first place. He follows all the reports of loud-mouthed apes running around the city. Besides, I’d thought you’d want something for those cramps.”

Ellyn scowled. “How did you know?”

The woman laughed. “You’re more pungent than the river is at the moment.”

“Damn xenos.”

“NO I WILL NOT GET A NEW COAT. YOU WILL CLEAN THIS ONE UNTIL…”

“We could say the same of you.”