Boom!
Coming forth from the bright light were three silhouettes:
A large, nearly 3 m tall, hulking figure of a man, clad in a futuristic yet archaic blue coloured powersuit, with a golden eagle strapped to the centre of its chest. Bolted to his hand was a large Bolter, its menacing barrel quivering, as if somewhat alive...
A small, 5'2" girl, wearing an old-fashioned JK school uniform, retrofitted to make her look more 'cool' and all that (though failing horribly). Behind her, a large device could be seen, from where three large needles could be seen resting on the right side of her cheeks...
And finally, a grey-haired young girl, nervously checking her surroundings, all the while clutching her black bat tightly. Despite the anxiety, traces of mischief could be seen coming from her eyes...
"All right everyone, welcome to my world, and take you all for coming at this short moment. Once the mission is done, I promise to pay you all appropriately..."
Guilliman, otherwise known as [PapaSmurf], pondered the statement. Despite being at the 40th Millennium, humanity had not progressed at all, well, not since the events of the Darkest Night. Ever since Mag'ladroth cursed the Men of Iron, forcing them to turn against their creators, technology had become stagnated in the Imperium of Man...
Not to mention that the C'tan had made it conceptually impossible for them to progress further on the Technological Tree
The only reason Guilliman was able to know of this was because back when Shinji travelled to their world, hE had managed to dig out their sordid history, including the one where his Father tricked the four stooges in the Warp, using the essence He stole to create them, the Primarchs...
Hang on a minute, why am I calling bROtheR Shinji like this? Unless...
Guilliman quickly realised the implications of this. Eyes opening wide in shock, he quickly whipped his head to Shinii, only to be met with a stare that meant to shut him up.
Finally, finally! He's about to take that step! But how long would it take for him to reach there...
Meanwhile, picking her needles anxiously, Himiko Toga watched her surroundings, anxiety filling her heart as she familiarised herself with the new location.
Wow, everything looks so... normal...
Fidgeting, Himiko turned her eyes towards the immortal-looking man. Though he looked 18, Himiko could feel hIs age, the sense of wisdom all adults have.
Slap!
With a loud slap, Himiko forced herself back from
Himiko, get yourself together! He is not someone you can get! B-but maybe, he can spare a drop of blood...
"Forget about a drop; just the sheer smell alone would kill you. Your exploding body would be the least of the problems. And Stelle, our discussion will need to wait for later, for it seems that our unwanted guests have managed to locate us. Follow me..."
And without further ado, Shinji took the group to their safe houses for the week, just as a certain purple-bob cut woman, wearing a fine Armani suit, popped right where they were just a couple of minutes ago...
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Yawn!
Heaving his hands above his shoulders, Shinji went to the Emiya's, for his usual weekend breakfast mooching.
"Hello mademoiselle, what's for breakfast today~?"
Giving his usual prompt, Shinji magically conjured a rose, handing it to Sella. As she gave her usual round-eye, she nevertheless handed him a plate piled high with omelette and chicken kaarage, before playfully punching his arms, right before she called the siblings to come down.
As he sat at the table, it was only then that he noticed the first occupant sitting far right. Wearing a modest black skirt and beige camisole coat, she could be seen wolfing down her seventh plate. Without lifting her head, she finished what appeared to be her ninth cup of orange juice, before handing over the cup to Sella. The only reason Shinii knew the exact numbers was because Leysritt was busy taking records, all the while cheering her on with a pom-pom.
Despite changing clothes and her disposition, Shinji knew immediately who she was. He could not help but ask this burning question, just to be sure he wasn't wrong:
"What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?"
"Wut...?"