The house, turned into a shuttle. That, was certainly something Emia was not expecting. She was expecting many things, but for Muddy’s house to turn into a damn shuttle and jet off into space. The jetting off was another thing that surprised her, having never felt that kind of force before. It was like being crushed under a thousand bags of flour, and then followed by a strange lack of any weight at all, making her feel as if she was going to float away, were she not strapped to the chair she was in. All this came together to make her kind of out of it as they floated about in space for an hour before a clang shook the house-shuttle and they were moving. Finally, the weightless feeling subsided, and the doors opened, revealing a woman with metal in her face, her left eye replaced with something strange and arcane, and a mechanical tail peeking up from her side.

“Mother. Was your work successful?” the woman asked as Muddy stepped out of the house and shook her head.

“Not precisely. There is something there, maybe I’ll come back officially and excavate it, but I did not get there before I had to go” she then gestured to Emia by her side, who was shivering her ass off. “This, is Emia Sforza. She is somewhat of a uniqueness in the world, so I am taking her to Lovora” Muddy then looked properly and cocked her head softly at the Lupine.

“Why is it so frigging cold?!” Emia demanded, wondering if she should set herself on fire to warm up a little.

“It’s...huh, I forgot about temperature. I didn’t put a lot of energy into heating the ship. Few menials here, and they are polar-based so it doesn’t bother them” Muddy gave avery logical, almost mechanical response, but it did not ease Emia’s passion at all.

“How can you forget it being fucking negative twenty?!”” Emia demanded, hoping that if she got angry enough, she’d warm up a little.

“It’s negative twelve, and I don’t feel the cold. I haven’t for a long time now” and with that, Muddy took off her robes and draped them a round Emia, the mecha-tail girl coming back with another jacket to put over her. The several layers helped a little, but it was still stupidly cold, and so she harrowed Muddy to take her somewhere that was heated. Storming through the ship with her head down, hands clenched and rubbing her arms, she didn’t really see any of the crewmembers, and eventually she was brought to a cluttered lab that Muddy claimed her own, fortunately warm.

“So...if you don’t feel the cold, then why is your lab warm?” Emia asked, as Muddy went up to a large metal structure and awoke a luminescent beast within it, before poking it rapidly across a segmented part of it.

“I turned the heating on for you. Generally it’s as cold as the rest of the ship” Muddy replied, words appearing on the chest of the luminescent beast as she tapped on the board in front of her. A reply was cut off by screaming daemons coming from everywhere at once, and a rumbling clang as the ship roared into some sort of action. “Don’t worry about that, we are just starting up the engines. Lovora is in system, so we only need a few weeks to get there. While we do, you are welcome to go anywhere you want. I’ll get you some proper clothes if you don’t want to be locked up here for those weeks” Muddy finished playing with her beast and stole its light, sending it back to it’s dormancy. Between the cold and the force of takeoff and the lying to her mother and the possession and the damn collar being too tight after said possession, Emia was done with today, and just found a comfortable corner to get some sleep.

We have uploaded a patch to your system, it works now. There was some data corruption, so we had to upload an earlier version.

Emia woke up to some good news, at least. They fixed her sheet, and so how when she opened it, it would display things properly.

Emiza Sforza. Level 50 Daemonhost

The first line hit her with a shock. She knew that it was a monster in her soul that she did not dare to try and comprehend, but a Daemon? What even was one of them? And the level as well, that was stupidly outside what she was before. Ten times stronger than she was before, if levels were related to strength, which they did feel.

Daemon Powers:

Faithful Fetters: As long as the Faith stat of the Host remains higher than the Corruption stat, the chance of suffering a takeover and losing yourself to the Warp is 0% and the Daemon can not control your consciousness.

Passive (Core) - Pursuit of Perfection: The Daemon caresses its host’s soul, and pushes them towards the greatest endeavour they could wish for. Adds Corruption to one stat.

Passive (50) - Enthralling Litheness: Moving with grace unparalleled, the Host grows beautiful beyond measure as it moves, drawing eyes and fuddling minds. Reduce enemy stats by 20 until they are wounded.

Active - Serpent’s Step: Between blinks, heartbeats, and even thought, steps the Serpent. Spending 20 Warp Touch to use this power allows one to travel up to [Corruption] meters immediately. Obstacles are still in the way, so care must be taken when using this.

Strength: 10

Stamina: 14

Constitution: 10

Dexterity: 10

Agility: 10

Precision: 10

Intelligence: 15

Wisdom: 15

Faith: 50

The stats seemed reverted from the points she had put into it, but kept what she had earned. Through her eyes did bulge from the amount of points she had to use. 500 points, and the Daemon also gave her an extra fifty. She did not want to have anything to do with it, but found it amusing and ironic to use the Daemon’s power to bolster her Faith, since it was her Faith that kept the Daemon lashed down and unable to take over her body. And then, two hundred extra points into Faith, because why not take advantage of this power she had while she had it? However, that was probably a bad move, as she melted from the heat in her blood, and vanished without a trace, appearing in some plane of brilliance. Gold light and gold metal stretch on forever, and in front of her was a throne a hundred times her size, with a man sat upon it, looking down at Emia.

IT HAS BEEN SOME TIME SINCE I HAD GUESTS the man...spoke? It was a voice of power and glory that seemed to come from everywhere at once. Emia opened her mouth to respond and realized she had no mouth to speak. She would have panicked, where she more than just disassociated energy floating in the void. As it was, she just glowed softly with intent, and then after an aeon that ended in a moment, she was back on the ship.

“Well….I didn’t burn to death” she muttered, looking at her hands. What she had just gone through leaked from her head like water from a sieve, her head unable to remember things, and losing every second until all she remembered, was putting points into Faith to hit the cap.

Advanced Talents - at 200 and 300 of the relevant stat, you gain an Advanced Talent, superior to normal talents and giving a great boon against other of the same stat. Some have mechanical advantage, others have effects on the world around you.

Advanced Faith (200) - Beacon Of Hope: With superhuman devotion to The Emperor in mind and soul, you light up in The Warp, and this light can be used to invigorate all those around you with the Light Of The Emperor. The most jaded hive scum will find new faith to aid you, and those against you falter in their steps. Daemons are drawn to you, but can do nothing to you as your blazing faith burns them as they might try.

Advanced Faith (300) - Emperor’s Chosen: Beyond Superhuman, your Faith can scarcely be comprehended by even the most aged beings of the Galaxy, as you are filled with His essence. Counterspelling, Banishing and using Psyker Powers (if you are a Psyker) adds your Faith to Intelligence and Wisdom.

Emia read that, and then laughed softly. The irony here, was that she was still a mortal girl, and so could not comprehend the extent and power of her own Faith. She was still alight with belief in His glory, and her veins were aflame with His power, but it did not feel beyond superhuman. It just felt like, she was reading about someone else.

“We shall deal with that later” Emia told herself, looking at her hands for a few moments before leaving the lab and going to look for Muddy. This thing, this metal...beast, stretched on however, and the people - also made of metal, metal seemed to be the theme - did not seem to want to give her any help.Or couldn’t hear her, because their metal ears didn’t work. Though, eventually she did find herself in a huge room, metal people scurrying about and a man’s face hanging from the sky like a divine being.

“What purpose did using me on Mothin serve, Egwene? He could have easily been brushed aside by you, but you use me instead?” The man spoke, and the woman standing in front of him - a beautiful woman in a flowing robe, rusty red embossed with strange symbols and to Emia’s sight, crackling with energy.

“I was not in any mood to explain to a child why he should listen to me. You were easier. The respect for the Mechanicus is slim these days,and many would deny me outright from their own ignorance” Egwene replied. Emia stood in absolute shock as, while she looked different from her friend - far more clean and dominant - the voice was a perfect match.

“Mmm, that is a troubling truth. Fine, since it was something I owed you anyway, I shall let you go. But try to be a little more subtle in future. You have many detractors” the man then vanished, and Egwene turned to Emia with a smile.

“Morning~ did you sleep well?”