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It was at age six that the nightmares began. Sporadic and only during sleep shifts at first but more regularly over the months and during work shifts as well: Visions of being surrounded by arcane machinery, being part of that machinery, sometimes being consumed by it. Of being subjected to anbaric shocks, pricked with needles full of strange fluids, of being poked and probed with unnatural apparati. Knifes cutting into her body and mind, vivisecting, trimming, shaping. And all through it those towering figures in white, distant and all-powerful and uncaring. Sometimes she'd even lose time with nothing to account for the events of those hours but vague pains and more nightmares. If not for the support of her family the young Clavis may well have retreated into insanity, but Carus, Attilas and Zarkov were there for her with love, compassion and, she sometimes thought, a fearful unspoken understanding. Whether they too had been plagued with these visions she never found out, though if like herself they were unable to speak clearly of the experience it would explain the wordless and unquestioning support. | It was at age six that the nightmares began. Sporadic and only during sleep shifts at first but more regularly over the months and during work shifts as well: Visions of being surrounded by arcane machinery, being part of that machinery, sometimes being consumed by it. Of being subjected to anbaric shocks, pricked with needles full of strange fluids, of being poked and probed with unnatural apparati. Knifes cutting into her body and mind, vivisecting, trimming, shaping. And all through it those towering figures in white, distant and all-powerful and uncaring. Sometimes she'd even lose time with nothing to account for the events of those hours but vague pains and more nightmares. If not for the support of her family the young Clavis may well have retreated into insanity, but Carus, Attilas and Zarkov were there for her with love, compassion and, she sometimes thought, a fearful unspoken understanding. Whether they too had been plagued with these visions she never found out, though if like herself they were unable to speak clearly of the experience it would explain the wordless and unquestioning support. | ||
| β | With | + | With 8 years, the nightmares having become less frequent again, Clavis began to have presentiments, feeling in advance that mother would be returning from 'business' the next day or that school would be an unpleasant experience again today. Then as she became aware of it the presentiments turned into full precognitive episodes, her anger would make the walls tremble and her fear terrify half the hab segment. The sudden and uncontrolled first manifestation of psychics powers is perhaps the most dangerous phase a psyker goes through and many are damaged by the trauma or even worse, corrupted. Here it became apparent that her father had been either very wise or precognizant for many of the verses and little games of concentration he and her brothers had taught her turned out to be psykana control exercises. In this way just like Attilas and Carus before her Clavis made her way through that traumatic first phase. And just in time for the ''Lightbringer'' had after a multi-year patrol returned close enough to civilization to transfer all her newly found psykers to one of the Black Ships. |
Thus began the pilgrimage on board the ''Semper Vigilans CVII''. As is common for the Black Ships and perhaps even intended the conditions and surroundings during the journey were horrific, but to Clavis who had survived the living nightmare and Carus who'd been assigned the same cell block as her it wasn't as terrible as it was for some - at least they had each other. After long months in the Immaterium - several years in the real world - the ''Semper Vigilans CVII'' completed its latest circle and Clavis had arrived on Holy Terra there to be tested and evaluated. Oh what glory, the holiest of holies, the one and only Terra! Being found worthy of serving the Imperium of Man as a sanctioned psyker, learning the psykana from the great masters of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, spending day and night knowing that the God-Emperor himself sits on his Golden Throne on the very same holy planet! And only a small drop of sadness marred the otherwise so uplifting time on Earth, not knowing what fate had awaited her brothers upon arriving. | Thus began the pilgrimage on board the ''Semper Vigilans CVII''. As is common for the Black Ships and perhaps even intended the conditions and surroundings during the journey were horrific, but to Clavis who had survived the living nightmare and Carus who'd been assigned the same cell block as her it wasn't as terrible as it was for some - at least they had each other. After long months in the Immaterium - several years in the real world - the ''Semper Vigilans CVII'' completed its latest circle and Clavis had arrived on Holy Terra there to be tested and evaluated. Oh what glory, the holiest of holies, the one and only Terra! Being found worthy of serving the Imperium of Man as a sanctioned psyker, learning the psykana from the great masters of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, spending day and night knowing that the God-Emperor himself sits on his Golden Throne on the very same holy planet! And only a small drop of sadness marred the otherwise so uplifting time on Earth, not knowing what fate had awaited her brothers upon arriving. | ||
