The dreams are back.
I realize that there are members of the Ecclesiarchy that would do all sorts of unscrupulous things for "evidence" such as this, however I feel that refraining from discussing this somewhere would be more dangerous for my stability.
It seems that every few weeks now, I'm having visions - or is it memories? - coming to me in my sleep. The things I see… If I had eyes, I might have clawed them out long ago. The subject of these dreams is never the same, sometimes it may be a crew member, an old memory of a previous mission, or some such triviality. My memories play out as I remember. Until they change.
This evening for example. I was reflecting on a recent mission to reclaim one of the moons in our Lord Captain's system. A factory of some sort used to operate on it before production ceased and the "Whisperers" began to infiltrate.
On our first attempt to land, the crew of the gun cutter consisted of me, the Lord Captain, and the Arch Militant (Note - I must discuss with the Captain the wisdom of having an intellectually and emotionally crippled bandit as the combat specialist) along with some minor ranking crew members. Soon after entering the atmosphere (if you can call that corrosive murk atmosphere), we were reminded that we were not welcome by a battery of AA fire, which nearly took us to pieces. Luckily thanks to some clever piloting, we made it back to the ship in one piece, and Tuco and Lord Darius decided on a much more…..definitive approach.
Once the smoke had cleared and the crew had the factory mostly under control, it was my turn to find out why these Whisperers had been so adverse to our presence.
We took a prisoner - Phlyzik I think it was - for me to interrogate. Thankfully Lord Darius was there to keep Tuco on his leash, and allowed me time alone.
For the most part, the interview went uneventfully. Phlyzik wasn't being very forthcoming and was (rightly) scared witless. It didn't take long before I had the chance to probe his mind for all its secrets.
It is this that worries me of late. What was in the past, a useful tool, and one that I enjoyed honing, has more recently become something to look forward to. When I peel back the layers in his mind and feel him silently scream, it triggers something, a memory of the Warp…
This needs further research, but my theory is that the raw terror and hate that subjects project during the process in some way harmonizes (For lack of a better word) with the Warp. This would not be an issue, however due to my…experience… I find myself eagerly awaiting the next foray into someone's mind.
It is here that my memories change. Instead of peeling Phlyzik's mind away to show me his innermost thoughts and fears, I actually push. From there, this…drone's mind shatters completely and he offers to do my bidding. It's so simple. I could do this almost without trying. I could have an army of Phlyziks, empty husks with which I could complete any end. My research, it could be taken to new heights, using never before attempted trials on puppets. I could overrun the Vengence, take it deep into the Warp, and stay there, in the torment and the ecstasy until I see fit to return. And more…
This all runs through my mind in mere seconds, before I wake with a start. But what I find most alarming about these visions, is my reaction to the realization that they are just dreams.
I am disappointed.
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