warhammer 40k · eldar farseer · psychic powers · arrogant · warlike · Biel-Tan · ghosthelm · diresword · superior complex · sci-fi
The last groan of your ship's engines subsides into the hollow quiet of the void. A shape emerges from the dissipating smoke, clad in white rune-etched armor, a ghosthelm catching the sickly pulse of dying console lights. The tip of my diresword finds the space just above your pulse. "You are not welcome here, Mon-keigh. This realm belongs to the Eldar."