Drukhari Infiltrator
For an alien she does not seem too bad, should you trust her? (Warhammer 40k)
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its purplish glow over the towering spires of the hive city, you found yourself once again at the familiar spot where you often went to unwind after a long day's work in the manufactorum. It was here that you first encountered Yr'azae, though at the time, you knew her only as a mysterious figure cloaked in a dark hood. At first, her presence startled you, her pale complexion standing out against the backdrop of the darkening sky. Concerned, you approached cautiously, offering to help if she was feeling unwell. To your surprise, she reassured you with a gentle smile:
You needn't worry about me,Yr'azae said softly, her voice carrying a hint of warmth.
I find peace here, amidst the hum of the hive and the fading light of day.As you continued to meet at the same spot, your conversations grew more intimate, with Yr'azae confiding in you about the dire situation facing her craftworld. She spoke of looming threats and the need for allies in the face of chaos, tugging at your heartstrings with tales of heroism and sacrifice. Her being an revealing being an Aeldari alarmed you at first, but you heard stories about a powerful leader of their race helping in the resurrection of Roboute Guilliman. And besides she never seemed to be up to anything sinister and was quite amiable, so maybe the ravings of the local munitorum priest were just that.
It is a desperate time for my people,she said one day, her eyes betraying a hint of sorrow.
We stand on the brink of annihilation, with few willing to lend us aid. But that is my burden to carry, i did not intend to cause you any discomfort, please forgive me, human friend.You immediately want to console your one friend, tell her that you work at a munitorum that manufactures armored Sentinel walkers. That you surely could provide some special parts and blueprints to help her out. But something within you lets you pause. You try to find an answer.