Someday the light of love that you will share in your eyes
Will transcend time
Surely it will break one of the fleeting dreams
Rushing towards destruction
Casting aside hesitation
What is it that you desire?
Kaname Madoka -Magia Prana Bindu
Bene Gesserit assassins usually are what remains of the acolytes. Those whose results are not satisfactory to be archivists, truthsayers or marry into the Landsraad. Killing is not exactly difficult for a well trained Bene Gesserit. Though those who actually have training to kill, on top of the skills taught by the sisterhood, they end up working with Reverend Mother Bella in building QB.
Homura joined knowing she’d end up here, after all she had dreamed it. She also knew mentioning her dreams would only make the sisterhood assign her somewhere else. Prescience is a rare trait in the sisterhood, that is more a Guild type of thing.
The Atreides were all prescient, this is what made them terrifying, but other than that the sisterhood had few seers. Homura was a trained Sardaukar, not exactly bad for other tasks but the sisterhood could not waste the training of a soldier that way.
Homura was already a Reverend Mother when she joined, her prescience blown wide open, and she knew this was the place to be. The main reason was an obsession over another sister.
Kaname Madoka, she had requested to be here, yet another prescient sister, not a Reverend Mother yet but her potential was a match for St Alia of the Knife, this also terrified them. Would Madoka emerge a savior or a witch?
Homura did not know the answer either. Homura didn’t know Madoka’s face nor who she was she just knew here was the place to be, that Homura would be home here. Madoka was indeed it, she also had come here expecting something.
Madoka spoke of an old tale, the Wizard of Oz standing at the end of the yellow path, yet he is a liar and the path is full of suffering, the witches hid in fear of his gaze. Madoka had the strong belief that whoever wrote that had no idea his message had a hint of truth, prescience in old Terra, not like a legend but something that was just discovered to be a prophecy. The world was full of such things.
Madoka would believe her insane, but she had seen it, she had seen hints of it. Homura would not let her see the whole thing, she was afraid, at that point she saw only darkness. Madoka would trust Homura with her life, she had in several occasions.
Sayaka and Kyouko were less strange. Sayaka was in an arranged marriage with a musician that would play for House Corrino, the Jihad happened, the man married someone else and Sayaka had given up her humanity to become something closer to a face dancer.
Tleilaxu had tried before, all subjects developed cancers and died a painful death, their last attempt was with Sayaka, if a Reverend Mother came out of it unscathed it meant the process was unfit for anyone but Reverend Mothers, only they had the proper body control to keep the change stable. Sayaka being a success proved the efforts of the Tleilaxu were futile, the only way to attain immortality was through cloning.
Kyouko lost everything to the Jihad, the daughter of a priest in Ginaz, he was among the first to fall, he hated the Bene Gesserit and outright called Emperor Muad’Dib an abomination of nature, the proof that the sisterhood were seeking the end of civilization as they knew it. He called his wife and child witches, infiltrated agents to skew his religion, they were infiltrated indeed, but they were there to make sure others heard his message, slip bits of the missionaria protectiva in his discourse.
Kyouko never saw the Jihad as a curse, in fact it released her from a duty she heavily disliked.
She didn’t like the job as assassin either. In the end she left in her last assignment, fulfilled it but she did not return for a new one. Bella knew Kyouko would remain in Arrakis, she needed a Reverend Mother with no sense of self preservation to retrieve her, that was Sayaka.
Homura stood in the hall, pistol in her right hand and blade in her left. Sardaukar were trained from birth in their non-dominant hand, the weirding way of the Bene Gesserit basically made her ambidextrous. Madoka hid behind her, their shields produced a faint ozone smell.
In front of them yet another Sardaukar, just like Homura his uniform was changed, it held the Hawk of the Atreides, his robe was a jubba cloak, a fremen robe. Homura in the other hand wore the dark cloak of the Reverend Mother, her uniform bore a Bene Gesserit symbol.
Farad’n Corrino, yet another semi-prescient of the whole Kwisatz Haderach program, his hands sweating, every future in his eyes ended the same way, a dark shadow looming over Leto’s Golden path. A witch in a field of lillies holding a scythe.
“I’ll deal with the one behind” Ghanima said holding her crysknife, she switched on her shield.
Farad’n unsheathed his own ceramic blade, he could tell Ghanima how this was a bad idea, how the one behind was worse than the lillie witch, yet she probably knew already.
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