[FFF4M] Charge of the Moaning Banshees [Script Fill] [Boo23]
I present, for your listening pleasure, the absolute most complex and cinematic audio I have ever created, and my gift for u/rmp792 for this year's Monster Match exchange! Well, this was definitely a challenge, but it was really fun to try something completely new and get out of my comfort zone! My match ( u/Rmp792 ) requested both sci-fi/fantasy and elf elements in their audio, and I really wanted to make this happen! After lots of brainstorming, I consulted my partner (who is a gigantic sci-fi nerd and 40K lore historian) to see if he had any ideas for how to incorporate the two, and he immediately started rambling about the Aeldari from 40K. After some extensive googling, I was sold on the concept. I had a pretty good idea for what I wanted to do, but - in all honesty - writing (especially sci fi) is NOT my strong suit. So, when I stumbled across u/Acrobatic_Ticket_659 's INCREDIBLE script during my research, I knew I had to make it happen. Not only did u/Acrobatic_Ticket_659 agree to let me use his script, he also offered to help with the more spacey/battlefield sound effects, and he did an ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE job! So thank you u/Acrobatic_Ticket_659 for all of your help, and basically tag-teaming this challenge with me to make u/Rmp792 's elven sci-fi dreams come true!! This was truly a labor of love, and I had an absolute blast crafting this hot little fantasy!! Voicing three separate characters was really difficult, in the best kind of way, but hearing myself basically have a foursome/gangbang with myself was totally worth it! I hope you all enjoy it! (also, please send me more sci-fi scripts to fill; I had absolutely no idea how much I would love being a sexy alien babe!!) Enjoy your gift, u/rmp792 and thank you so much for the exciting challenge!!! Now, remove your coverings, human, so we may mate as though taken by the fury of Khaine himself. Here is the original script written by u/Acrobatic_Ticket_659 https://www.reddit.com/r/GWAScriptGuild/comments/14gall8/script_offerfff4m_charge_of_the_moaning_banshees/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3 *Synopsis:* The listener is an Imperial Guardsman separated from his unit on a battlefield infested with orks, when a small band of the enigmatic Aeldari Howling Banshee aspect warriors join the fray. It turns out they need him for reasons. *If you don't know and found yourself here anyway:* The aeldari (or eldar) are essentially elves in space. They are all latent psykers (psychics but more 40k), live thousands of years, and generally look down on anything that isn't them. They are generally viewed as weird and mysterious by humanity, and act weird and mysterious as a matter of course. Their word for human is, "mon'keigh," which is basically monkey but said funny, and is apparently not especially flattering in direct translation. For reasons, the aeldari follow a rigid social system they refer to as, "the path," where they pick a single calling and devote themselves completely to it for a time, before moving on to a new one and focusing themselves completely on that. Howling Banshees represent one of a series of different aspects of war to the aeldari, and are one of the paths they might take. I don't own any artwork, but a quick search for, "Howling Banshee art," will give you as much reference material as you care to see.
Transcript
My exarch, there's a survivor. Sister, they are our erstwhile allies. Use their language, please.
The Mon-Khi are useful stumbling blocks for the orcs at best. I see no reason to respect it further than that, and their simple language tastes foul on my tongue. Do not bicker, sisters.
The banshee slays. She does not argue. We are of one purpose, exarch.
Rejoin your unit, human. Try to die killing the orcs. You dare talk back to an exarch, Mon-Khi? I should— Sister.
I beg forgiveness, exarch. Sisters, the battle has moved on. You may remove your war masks.
So you have been separated. You are lost, then. War is cruel, human.
You have my sympathies. Sympathy for a human. You shame our aspect with your soft-heartedness, sister.
We are of one purpose, sister. The human is not our enemy. It is not our enemy today, and what for tomorrow? Then that is tomorrow.
Sisters, you are growing tense. It is all our times. Focus.
Yes. Forgiveness, exarch. We walk the path, sisters.
Our emotions must be contained and directed. They may only be unleashed at the proper times, lest they consume us. We know this, sister.
It is simply the time. It makes conquest of passion difficult. It is clear to me that you must cleanse yourselves of the need if we are to continue to be effective.
We all must, immediately. But there are no other aldari on the field, exarch, male, or otherwise. How are we to— No.
Oh, no. He is compelling in an unrefined sort of way. He is here.
That is what matters. I will not debase myself with this—this monkey. I thought we were of one purpose, sister.
We—we are of one purpose, exarch. The need is making it difficult to direct my passions. All the more reason to release them, human, strip, now.
More backtalk. I should cut you down from where you stand, you— Forgive my sister, human. Her blood has begun to burn with the time of need, I'm afraid.
It is the same for all of us, and it has nothing to do with you, you Terran. You see, human, the aldari have a very complex mating cycle. Do not tell the monkey of our biological specifics.
Once, every rise of our former homeworld's third moon. That is roughly every 243 Terran standard years. You know this? My previous path was the path of the naturalist.
I studied humans extensively. Clearly. Now, as I was saying, every 243 of your years we enter the time of need.
It is the time of our peak fertility, and, well, need. The aldari are not like you, human. Our passions, they are powerful.
They must be controlled and regulated, and only unleashed in the proper moments, lest they overwhelm us. My sisters and I, who are not sisters in the biological sense, but in our sharing of the warrior's path together. Our times have synchronized thanks to our being together in all things.
Enough. You need know no more except that your services are required. Your life has been paid for in the orcish blood we've spilled in saving you.
One warrior to another, you owe us a debt. Now remove your coverings. Do as the Exarch says.
You seem eager, sister. I will simply not tolerate its disobedience. You appear to begin to understand what is being asked of you, human.
That is good. Try not to look so happy about it. It is good that you are excited, human.
We all are. Even my sister. Yes.
There is a sort of savage beauty to them, isn't there? I see only an animal. One you are staring at very intently, sister.
I am simply noting the significant difference in its form. In particular, between its legs. The human's physiology changes nothing.
Sisters remove your armor. Now sisters, we stray to the edge of the path without stepping off it. Allow yourself to feel the breeze on your skin, the sun on your flesh.
Let the need in. Let it course through your- wait, what is it do you know? The human appears to enjoy the appearance of the nude aldari form.
Is it our lithe grace that causes your manhood to rise so, human? It grows? How does it grow? I am glad that we have such an effect on you.
Sisters, I fear that I may be about to lose my composure. Human, I need you. Now.
Shameless. Absolutely shameless. The need is overcoming her, sister.
As it will, all of us. Besides, the way you are rubbing your hands over your body suggests you have little room to talk. This, this manhood, this cock, I require it.
Please, human, here. I will show you my devotion. I will supplicate myself on my knees and worship your- To do that to a human, it is so- Hush, sister.
Besides, you must admire her technique. Please, human, I hope you will see now that I will do anything to please you, so long as you give me what I need. Here.
Right here in the dirt, like a beast. I no longer care. Please.
I can change positions if you wish. I do not have to be on my back. I can be however you wish.
He does not waste time, it seems. They live such a short time. They have no time for subtlety.
Yes, yes. Put it in me. Slide your manhood into my- So rough with me.
Disgusting. Filthy. Oh, take me to plague.
You are drooling, sister. Yes. This is what I need.
What I am made for. To breed. And fuck.
And be used. Fuck me. Yes.
Hard. Mercilessly. The meat has been taken by the fury of Cain himself.
Oh. Um. Yes, exegete.
Oh, give me your seed, human. Give me your seed. Give me your seed.
Give it to me. Do not wait. Let go and fill me with it.
Thank you. That was most effective. Get off of me now, please.
Forgive me, sisters. I fear you will wait for the human to- We will not be waiting. I walked the path of the seer.
I can read the human's primitive mind and tell it what parts of its body to expend its energy on. It will be hard as a wraith bone and- Oh my. Already.
Damn this need. May- May I go next, exarch? You may.
Very well, monkey. I will allow you the privilege of pleasuring me. Come here, now.
I am speaking now directly into your mind, human. You should count yourself fortunate to be allowed to even speak with such superior beings. My sister is trying very hard to maintain her dignity.
I hope you appreciate your good fortune, Terran. She does not wish to admit that what truly is in her heart is a desire to be thrown down and taken roughly. Were it not for the present situation, you could never hope for such perfection to grace your sad little existence.
Abuse her. Sting her flesh. I know her mind better than most.
She will not thank you for it out loud. But she will be thankful. Now come and service me so these feelings can finally be made to go away.
So do this for her. What are you waiting for, monkey? Are you so stupid that you cannot follow direct- Let go of my hair, you savage! You cannot- Sister, I taught you better than that.
He should not be able to push you to the ground like that with a handful of your hair. He simply lacks incentive to fight back, Exarch. Well, brute, you have me on my knees.
Do you mean to make me suck your pathetic human member like my sister did- You do not mean to- On my hands and knees? Like an animal? I will not subject myself to that in front of my sisters.
And certainly not with a monkey. You cannot discipline me like a child, you filthy- I suppose you plan to ram that hard, throbbing, dirty human member into my body back there now? What are you waiting for? You are pressed against my entrance.
Just do it already. Do you expect me to push myself onto you? As if I would ever stoop to such a- Why are you grabbing my hair? You fiendish, horrible gods.
He uses her hair like the reins of a riding beast. It is like he knows of my secret desire. I wonder where he could have gathered that information from.
Sister, you duplicitous- Again. Please. Harder.
For the world, dead gods, please. I'm going to- Please, give it to me. Give me your baby, you filthy brute.
Yes, yes. Ugh. That was sufficient.
You have performed your task adequately, monkey. Excuse me. Give me your baby.
If you tell a soul that I uttered those words, I will- Sister, make certain he is ready again. Of course, Exarch. Listen to me, human.
I am an Exarch, the purest embodiment of the Banshee, the Wailing Woman of War. On a thousand worlds I have done battle, and a thousand times I have left a trail of fallen enemies in my wake. Like my sisters, I require you.
But unlike my sisters, my path is the only path I will ever walk. And the Banshee does not yield to anyone. You will provide your service to me, but it will be on my terms.
You will remain pinned here on your back, arms out to each side for the duration. Prepare your body for me, human. It is time.
Sisters, approach. Yes, Exarch. We will maximize our use of the human to stave off the need.
And this means taking advantage of every opportunity. Position yourselves to either side of us. Of course, Exarch.
Open your minds to me, sisters. Through this psychic bond of mind and soul, let us share what we feel.
-watering second of every track.