If you don't mind, I'd like use what remains of this... meeting to announce that we've preppared a funeral for Omicron down in the planet's surface... you're all invited to assist if you want to go pay your respects...
Indeed it will, perhaps if you serve long enough you will survive to the quota of campaigns till release is filled. Judging by your character it seems you may have a chance.
>To assist with late events concerning my failed servants, a little literature... Shortened to your clearance level, of course. Yours truly: Mister I
>The Mara Incident
>Seven Devils of Dread Calyx
>Calixian Radicalism: Necessity or Weakness?
>taps his comm-bead a few times
>A few of Jackson's drop troopers walk into the chapel and approach the Commissar
Sir, I've been told to inform you that the command structure is having a meeting for an upcoming deployment. Your presence is requested immediately.
>after reading the note and titles Jackson quickly puts them in his pack and returns to the meeting.
>Wada looks up at Bob and has an uncharacteristic sad look on his face, as if he did not like the topic.
Funeral is we bury the dead in under the earth. Pay respects an´mourn.
>The Ogryn looks away from Bob.
Mostly mourn. Sen´dem to Emperor.
>Wada calls out to Jackson.
Sir. Was Omicron the one in shuttle on somerius?
>The Ogryn almost does not want to hear the answer.
I made them able to be forgotten behind enemy lines and survive. Also to serve as shocktroops if the need be.
The names were random because the drafting came from anyone qualified to join
Also, I was really bored so I wrote all that up
>the medallions use proscribed methods of pentagramatic warding to protect the wearer from daemons
>proscribed due to the ease with which they can be altered to assist in summoning or binding them instead
>only Inquisition and Ecclesiarchy have the knowledge how to create them
Emperor protects, Guardsman.
>Nodded, taking little time to make his way toward the Bridge and assumed meeting rooms
You had need of my presence?
"Commisar, you missed the presentation. But I'll go over it gain for your benefit. We're going to be shutting down a necron satelite before they can launch an attack on a hive world."
"There are to be a number of strike teams to be deployed, your team will be deployed here and sabotage here, here, and here. We will be using the teleporter for this, so if you're not trained for that, i need to know."
>The Ogryn stares into the air, remembering but the moment his life was saved and he knew the man for but a few seconds. Wada starts to walk behind the Lieutnant.
Gonna take part. Where to go?
Commissar, I think these gentlement here want to include you in a plan of theirs, they'll fill you in with the details. Also you're invited to the funeral down below if you wish to assist.
Teleportation is regrettably the safest mode of transport on Armageddon, in short, I have used briefly.
>He glances over the targets that he had singled out
It shall be done.
I'll follow, observe the practice.
yeah I am
my home only respekts fightin, and 'ow well you fight, no place for smart orks...
>a hulking hand quickly shoots up to hulking mouth but falls away
>the Ork just shrugs
There will be a few training exercises to get the men accustomed to fighting out of a teleport. If you wish to attend just ask.
next week probably
Meeting adjured. Well lets head to the hanger and load up.
I shall do my utmost to keep them not dead.
>Alice boards the Transport and seats herself next to LIX.
>grasps her hand.
A...uh...dress uniform might be fitting lass, err...in case you wished to use it, or more likely, use the image of it.
>Hurried aboard the transport, opting to stand instead and hold onto one of the handles hanging
I hear this funeral is for an Eversor, rather unique.
Due to warp travel shenanigans he went back in time... his stasis pod broke of overuse, died of old age becoming the guardian of a planet... that was sadly victim of a holy Exterminatus last week...
His body, a set of flowers and a few scattered survivors is everything that remains of his legacy
Aye, it's a rather unique Regiment we're all gathered around too, for better or sometimes for worse.....I wonder if they repaired the damage to the Pantry yet....
Even more odd for anyone to have fond sentiment for an Eversor. Their methods are quite brutal as I understand, with volatile personality.
I've noticed, Ordo Malleus.
I'll share them with Greely and Alice
since she's been nice
>as soon as Wada and Bob are aboard the transport takes off and forms up with the others on the way down to the planet.
>shooting back a grin the medic extends a greasy hand as the other stuffs what appears to be a pair of black lace panties into his labcoat pocket
yes, I spotted you before when I was fixing up that Ogryn, my name is Christopher Larrs
This eversor... was a bit different, Commissar, getting along quite well with the troops... he was...
>She can't bring herself to speak of him in the past form...
He's almost like family to me.
You can call me Alice if you wish, most of the rest do, of course if you would rather keep to protocol, I understand.
>flashes Victus a knowing smile.
Sort of...'runs in the blood' for Praetorians...
>The transports land close to the Ceremony. The surviving Somerians have already made a queue to pay their respects individually once the preacher finished his sermon.
>There's not a single word spoken out of their lips, each holding a set of flowers from their no-longer existent homeworld, waiting for each to pay their respects individually in complete harmony.
Only in death does duty end, Callidus.
Victus, if we decide to drop the 'protocol'
>Flashes a subtle smirk over his shoulder in the dim light of the transport
The ride was quick it seems.....really wish I'd worn my old dress uniform, would have been more appropriate.
>nods again at Victus and stands after squeezing LIX's hand again.
>Wada stumbles out of the transport, relieved to be out in the open.
Don´t show it.
>The Ogryn mutters to himslef and waits for the other passengers to pay their respects first.
>Marches off down the ramp of the transport, breathing in the first planetary air heavily
>Glancing over his shoulder he pulled the fanciful coat from himself, tossing it her direction and marching off, away from the group before much can be said in response
Jackson....would you like to tell him IC that the Necrons accidentally the whole Tau population or should I? I do believe that as the CMO this would fall to you comrade.
We've already been here. I catagorized a lot that I found but nothing special. It currently belongs to A friendly Necron Dynasty with some destroyed Tau bases.
>Once the Somerians finish paying up their respects and leaving the flowers on top of the Sarcophagus, LIX walks forward, holding Omicron's Helmet and Neural Glauntet within his arms.
No assassin should ever be buried without their callsign gear.
It is all we have...
We're the countless nameless shadows that attack from the darkness at the Emperor's foes to bring a bright future to the Imperium of Mankind... it is our destiny, and our duty to die as anonymous numbers and callsigns.
But not his.
Omicron made himself a name in our hearts, he was not just an eversor... he was a friend. He went off the table, being able to survive without the need of the stasis pods with the drugs pouring into his system... he was able to endure, to be free.
And in his last travel through the stars he found a home.
A home he protected for centuries thanks to the stasis pod. A world that remained under imperial control thanks to his return when Somerius fell into warfare and rebellion.
A world that is no longer among us either...
A world that won't be forgotten, as he never forgot us.
>After placing the Helmet and the Neural Glove on top of the sarcophagus, LIX holds Omicron's diary open by the picture he made of the penal regiment and gently places it on top of everything as the sarcophagus slowly descends into the tomb.
Today he rests on his first home, Gospyria, which will now also be his last home... forever...
The Emperor protects...
>grabs for the jacket as it hits her chest harmlessly.
Err....I'm already dressed in a 'dress uniform'. Was just...uh...saying that my old Guard one....would...alright then.
>drapes Victus' jacket over her arm then follows >>45034613
>Found himself nearer the the edge, looking over the planet as he could see it, seeing as Gary had chosen a rather easy to see position for the funeral
>Occasionally he turns toward the funeral to check upon it's progress, the wind causing his sash and aiguillette to flutter.
Delta. I managed to save one more thing from Somerius.
>taps his comm-bead
>the big golden statue titled 'the Watcher' is pulled out of the transport and placed behind the Grave
Well I gotta get to my biology class. So, I'll be going. If the thread is still alive in a few hours I'll rejoin. If everyone's gone I'll do my little Jackson's plotting corner and head off
goodnight see you next week
>Alice sheathes her Saber and jogs up the ramp of one of her Thunderhawks, returning ten-ish minutes later in a much more Praetorian uniform, along with a bag shaped instrument.
>marches before the grave and starts playing the instrument.
Pic related, it's the uniform
This is 2nd
This is 3rd.
You said and I quote:
">Punches Bob off Pete before slapping Wada with a Map of the planet cadia.
>Is getting pulled away by someone, she doesn´t recognize."
All this whilst Depherion was abducting a random guardsman.
>Found a vaguely comfortable rock to sit on near the ceremony
>Drank from his canteen, at least this music was better than what blared on the Penance's intercoms.
>shuffling towards the commissar he taps him on the brim of his hat.
I hate to bother you commissar but the rock you are sat on has some incedibly rare moss that I wish to sample.
Turns out that Danny Boy is second because....piper sez so ya grotz.
>With the first piece finished, Alice waits a respectful time before launching into the second.
>"dis ain't Orky" he thinks to himself
>"you sneekied in 'ere to meet this Empra git, whatcha doin' stoodin a circle whilst a bunch of ummies play a squigg?"
>the Ork sighs, looking around before he starts to mouth along
>"this ain't orky but neither is you..."
>Alice gestures for LIX to join her at the foot of the grave again.
>offers her a sheet of lyrics and a questioning look.
>starts playing the last tune after a solemn nod.
Sorry chaps, but I can't find one that has both Paips as well as Lyrics, if you can then plz post it.
>perking up to the old tune he knew the Ork sings along to himself
An old Orks eye me grot an old Orks eye
Of all the teef, dat e'er a 'ad, a 'ave spent 'em en gud kumpany.
>the black haired girl from yesterday is standing in the distance, clad in a red suit of armor. She flings something small and red in the air, and the wind carries it until it falls over the tomb. Before you, the Somerian flower takes roots almost instantly, blossoming on Omicron's resting site.
I guess you can take this as my farewell post, man. Thanks for everything, anyway.
>Nursed a Lho-stick between his lips, staring intently at the diminished funeral group, even more so at the Ork
>Amazing to have an expert on Xeno cultures in the group, knows Orks strengths and weaknesses.
I'm going to miss anna and amelia man, and you too. The Emperor protects. Also nice touch with the flower
>Actually smiles seeing the somerian flowers starting to root in.
It's a miracle...
>steps up behind the Commissar whilst he is distracted.
Amazing speciman isn't it? who knew the radicals would have an Ork fighing for them.
>the Medic chuckless lightly
is it hard to control?
>Pulled the Lho-stick, holding it between his fingers
The Catachan hasn't skinned him and worn him as a cloak, so I trust that is either genuinely an Abhuman, or the most unique Ork in the Universe.
>the medics grin widens
it is definetly and Ork my friend and a fine specimen too, what I would give to see in true detail how a creature like that functions
>the medic licks his lips and stay uncomfortably close to the commissar.
>rests a hand on LIX's shoulder as the tune comes to an end.
Was nice lass...you uh...should sing more often....would be a....pleasant change..
The worry is real.
>Turned to face him, recoiling a little to create some space between them
Be mindful of the Imperial Creed, Guardsman, punishment for failure in a Penal Legion grants no second chances.
>the medic breaths in heavily, taking in the scent of the commissar
now we both know that to be lie Commissar, we are all here on a second chance
>the Man winks slyly to the commissar.
makes me wonder why you're here.
>Tries to shake the feeling, but can't
>"I've still got things - people, even, humanity itself is worth fighting for. The day all I've got left is hate - Then we'll talk."
>clutches the ward in his coat pocket.
I know so, it sounds nice....it uh....reminds me of better times...
>Alice shakes her head and looks away, towards the Hawk.
No....no matter though, I really must give Victus his coat back.
>Rises from the rock
I'm here to make sure that the Emperor's disgraced die whilst contributing to mankind.
>Leans in closer
Though if you are incapable of doing so, I will gladly see to your disposal.
>The "techpriest" keeps lurking from inside the transport.
I expected him... a little taller...
>Walks outside, close to Greely.
I'd...uh....like it...but one moment lass...
>jogs over the Thunderhawk and runs up the ramp.
>returns a minute later with Victus' coat.
>marches over and offers the Commissar in question the jacket in question.
I believe I was...uh...loaned this Victus?
>turns to face the Interrogator
hello there my dear, I was just chatting to your oh so generous friend
>he beams at the two of them before walking away, breathing in deeply as he passes Alice.
I heard reports that your limbs, had been replaced by bionics. I am magos Depherion, new head in engineering.
As all our old engineering crew perished in the incursions occurred these last days it is my job to fill in the necessary data about people who might need repairs in their... augmentations...
>Extends the 4 fingered "hand" shaped mechadentride for a shaking
Pleased to do my duty.
Any alloy in special requested in case we need to replace the bionics for a new set any time in the coming future?
>You can clearly see he's taking notes in a dataslate beneath some techpriest robes, but most of the body remains hidden.
I believe we may be leaving soon, aye, preparations need to be..
>backs away as Larrs passes.
>mouthes "What in the Warp" to Victus and offers the Commissar his coat again.
Brotherhood of Nod Cyborg Commando detected.
>Takes the coat, slinging it back on with ease
Another one of the Guardsmen to watch.
>He shook his head before looking back at her
You and the assassin, you are?
>The mechadentrides lift one of your bionic arms and seem to inspect it.
Ah, yes... very good... Ceremite it will be then. That will be all for now, looking forward to work with you, Agent Gree-lee.
>Walks away back into the transport.
I think it looks more like General Grievous from the 2003 animated clone wars cartoon desu.
I never asked for this
>Looks like he's been shot in the gut for the longest time.
>Hits his comm
"J-jackson. We need to talk. Is Anna still there, or did she actually leave?"
I'll.....give you that, 'is why we're doing our utmost to keep it off field
It's certainly better than some of the -other- things that have happened, that's for sure...but I doubt it's my place to discuss any past issues with a Regiment that isn't mine.
>Whispers where no one else can hear, still on the planet..
"I have never had any other God but Him-on-Earth, and never will. Emperor. please, give me strength to resist this temptation."
>Boards a transport back to the ship
>nods at Victus and wants off to find LIX
You alright lass?
>nods towards Vimes.
Ah Preacher, a welcome suprise, it's fortunate that you could join us.
>Doesn't respond until finishing the prayer.
Don't worry, father, the Somerians had their own preacher with them to officiate the ceremony and give their final goodbye to their watcher.
It's nice to see you here though. Would you wish to give the final sermon of the day, sire?
I should have joined you earlier.
There's so much to say. And not enough. Just a few words.
>He looks over the grave.
Only in death does our service end. And there are those who say that as long as our names are remembered, we do not die. And the Eversor will be in our memory forever. May he continue to serve the Emperor by inspiring us to always be better.
>Acknowledges the preacher's words with an
The Emperor Protects.
It's nice to have you here, father, even if you arrived a bit late, you came... that's what matters. Thank you for being here to look for the souls of this regiment if the damned...
Well said father. And don't worry about being late as it were, spared you from myself probably butchering the pipes.
You still got those painkillers on you lass? I could use one....
>removes her canteen from her belt and takes a swig.
I prefer to think of it as a regiment of the soon to be redeemed. I hope this has helped you reach some kind of closure.
I missed a Praetorian performance? Why do you have to rub my tardiness in my face?
>Small lip twitch. Not quite a smile.
>One of the mechadentrides, namely the one shaped as a hand examines it.
Hm interesting, makes me wonder if it would be reliable as an explosibe slave collar...
Ah yes, slave collars what a wonderful idea, I have the tools to make some of those.
This might be a good source of inspiration for my future works...
>Alice smirks herself and shrugs modestly.
Not really worth it I'd say, I'm a novice compared to some of the other Pipers I kn....err....used to know.
>swallows the pill along with some water.
Well....my head's still pounding after the first 'killer wore off, but at least I'm not stumbling anymore....
>reaches into his labcoat for something to wipe his brow, unaware of the lace underwear he is now wiping across his face he continues to stutter.
yes well ahem, oh Commissar!
>looking for an exit he gets up to follow>>45037916 waving the lace garment in his hand.
>still lurking in the bowels of the ship
The waiting is becoming... pleasurable... I do declare I feel the allure of Slaanesh upon my soul...
>the baleful light in Amalek's helm smolders in distaste
>"Let it not affect your readiness, brother. Remember, I am forced to rely upon you that my vengeance may be fulfilled. Do not force me to take your flesh from you..."
Of course, my lord. Of course...
And you will see him again when your service is done.
>Bows his head and mutters a few more words.
Thank you for letting me speak.
Still, it's been a long time since I heard such notes. Ah, I'm reminiscing. I'm not even old enough for it.
>"How nice it would be if I could trundle that freak off to Belk as a peace offering and let my problems solve each other..."
>"Is that any way to talk about the servant of an old friend? When Slaanesh was trying to crawl up your flank, where was the Emperor then? And if there's one place you don't want Slaanesh, it's in your flank."
>"He was protecting me when I leapt into the fray, daemon. He protects me even now."
>"Yes yes yes, but you two share a common interest, so play nice."
>"That negativity - that's all you are! Negativity and worry and self loathing turned outward towards Chaos! "
>Realizes he has been clutching the medallion so tight it is digging into his palm.
>shoving the lace into his pocket with a look of panic the medic takes out the vial from ealier
I was wondering if you wanted to know a bit about this moss I so rudely botherd you to retrieve
this moss has the most spectacular healing properties, it can postpone the rot from Nurlges armpits if distilled correctly
>the medic mutters under his breath
and will have you seeing the DoomRider if you smoke it
>sees the medic furtively shoving panties into his pocket
>gives a frosty sidelong stare
The gently bred citizens of the Imperium... Throne almighty...
Take it up with the Chief Medic, I do not deal with hypotheticals, show me results and you will have interest.
>He turns again, finishing his journey to the flight deck
>Pulls Jackson aside
"There's something up with that new techpriest - the giant in the robes. His name is Magos Depherion. If I disappear, you don't need to ask who's responsible."
"On a more personal note, I'm sorry Anna decided to hit the bricks. If you need anything, let me know."
t-thank you for your time Commissar!
>muttering to himself
stuck up prick
>the medic sits down in the corner and starts tear off bits off the moss to put in his pipe
pic is bassicaly Larrs
That it is...that it is...ugh....if you'll excuse me Preacher, I think I'm going to sit in the Thunderhawk 'til we head up to orbit.
>walks towards said Thunderhawk, up the ramp and sits herself in the bay.
>approaches the doors to the cargo hold doors
>says a few things into his comm-bead
>a few seconds later a small section of a nearby wall opens up into a decontamination room
Greely, what you're about to see you must never speak of.
I'll come with you. Leave the mourners who knew him to finish their time.
>He follows her into the 'Hawk, sitting down across from her and pulling out his dataslate.
>Makes his way back down to the transports hold
Preacher, good to see you could make it.
>Nigh-marching his way over he continues
I hope I can trust your hand to keep this regiment in order in my absence?>>45038675
>after the airlock cycles the far door opens
>the entire cargo hold has been transformed into a miniature manufactorum
>hundreds of techpriests are busy producing arms and armaments for the assault
This is where I've been getting all my weapons and armor. It's completely cut off from the ship. The only way in is the way we just entered. These are all Magos Octavian's men, they are extremely loyal to him and me.
>the Magos sees that they have entered and starts heading over to them
"The Inquisition makes it's own gear all the time, Jackson. Sure it pisses off the Mechanicus high-ups, but we leave them in peace in exchange. But I'm guessing there's more here than what meets the eye."
>Vimes stands up and bows his head to the commissar.
I will do my duty, Commissar. And I have yet to thank you for your actions the other day.
>He takes a deep breath.
For a moment, I lost my resolve to purge the daemonic influences. You stiffened my spine.
>pulls off her Bearskin and rests her head against the interior of the hull.
We need to get back into Orbit immediately. Got business that needs to be discussed with a few interested parties....
>waves LIX over and gestures to one of the seats off to her side.
>Walks through maintenance back into engineering, once there, goes downstairs, down to the lowest level.
>There are 4 missing guardsmen. All have been used as daemonhosts for minor daemons of the big four.
>They all seem to have been tortured post-possession.
Enjoying the day?
Today I got information on to how kill more efficiently one of you...
>The mechadentrides tap the guardsman possessed by a daemon of nurgle's cheek.
Yes oh I plan on using that moss on you just to have some fun.
But before that, have you guys already given into the pain and accepted being hurled into these machines for all eternity yet or not? No? Oh well maybe I just have to try harder. It's not like you can get out of these guardsmen's bodies when you will it after the marks I've put on their skins.
>Closes the doors to make sure the echoes of the screams are not heard outside.
I wouldn't want Alice to know just yet. She would blow this outta proportions. But that's not why were here.
>heads into a small meeting room
Bring up data from servo skull #5318008
>the screen flicks on and a video of the large 'techpriest' starts playing
Day twenty two.
Today is a wonderful day.
>"I finally got rid off the pesky enginseers and techpriests. Engineering is fully mine."
>"I've learned the vessel carries an appropiate ammount of men for my... projects and to hold a daemon attack of the great four, surely no-one will care if one or two go missing."
>"As expected the place seems a magnet of heretic forces, Malal will be pleased with the coming sacrifices. The machinery is ready and safely stored in engineering, all I need now is wait for a daemon attack of any of the great four to test it. Hehehehe."
>"Well well well..."
>Various lenses zoom in and out analyzing the servoskull.
>"...It's always nice to see an old friend."
>the video shows his entire metallic body then it freezes to show him
It seems he serves a god called Malal. I've started digging up info on him and it's not good. I believe him to be a warpsmith.
Little I guess, just tired. Think the puppy was as well, hopefully she got some sleep.
>gestures to a headset and points towards the cockpit.
Get us Airborne, eh lass?
You did what was required of you, Preacher.
>He folded his arms infront of himself
I shant' be gone long, secured myself transport to Segmentum Solar. The Lord Commissar has taken ill post wounding.
>He can't help but break a smirk
Perhaps I shant be going by "Junior Commissar" much longer.
>Looks at you fearfully
"You heard the name but haven't heard ~it~ yet?"
"Malal is Chaos against Chaos, the forgotten one, the fifth god, the prince of anarchy. He appeals to the vengeful, especially those who've been wronged by Chaos. He's Self loathing turned outward. But he is Chaos, so he's ultimately just as dangerous as the others."
"I see it, sometimes, in my dreams you know. I'm fighting Daemons, and i'm tearing through them in the name of Him on Earth. But they just wont stop coming and I swear I recognize them, that I've killed them before."
"Then I see some twisted parody of myself killing them in the name of that dark god, and they stay gone. More to the point - they are afraid."
"I've seen the kind of hell those twisted monsters unleash, and the temptation to be able to make them go away, ~forever~, is extremely strong. Back on Cadia, Virmanthas spoke of the "wonders" of Chaos. I've seen them, and they're hell itself. I never thought a Chaos God would be able to prey on a selfless desire."
Eh, pass, it's only fun when you want to pilot too. I preffer to sit with you here.
>Walks placing the earsets over... well her ears, she tells the pilot to lift the bird up whilst sitting by Alice's side.
>looks a little surprised
Those dreams are troubling Greely. But Malal has been severely weakened in the past. Besides one thing that daemons hate more than Malal is the Emperor. The Emperor will guide us if we need it for he knows what we are capable of. Do you know anything that might help us defeat him?
I heard about him long ago but don't remember much.
>a servoskull with a data slate comes up
It seems that he is confirmed to be a Warpsmith of the Sons of Malice chapter.
I wish you luck in your journey, no matter what rank you hold.
>Bows his head.
The Emperor watches over you. The Emperor is your weapon at your right hand; the Alien will not harm you in the galaxy, nor the Daemon in the warp.
Be safe, commissar.
>He takes a seat near enough the Preacher
I take it you will be joining us in out assault on the Necron satellite in the coming week, I shall be present to lead a squad myself.
oh look it's this faggot again.
"I know where my loyalties lie, Jackson. As to your question - Malal, is, oddly enough, an Elitist. Like many people filled with self loathing, he and his hide behind a sense of superiority to cover it up. "
>"Booooo you suck. See if I help your stupid ass again."
"Aaaand he just insulted me."
If you got data from ancient af sources you might also know that the mechanical "body" it uses holds technology rather old, dark age of technology old. Hiw he managed ti get his hands into that is a mistery though.
He's in active contact with you?
>looks very surprised to hear this
I'll use everything I have as an ordo hereticus Inquisitor to help you.
>the screen flickers before a loading bar pops up
>Both Jackson and the Magos look terrified at this
>when the bar finishes loading a female voice starts playing
"So, your going to use everything? Does this mean I can actually speak now, instead of pretending I'm not alive?"
>Jackson looks to the magos then to Greely
Very well...sleep actually sounds nice, urgh....just cuddle me....
>changes course towards their quarters.
....an' think back on pleasant memories....always helps me when things seem 'dark'.
I'm about out, shall we deal with what ship is going where on Monday when everyone is conscious then just skip the Warp Travel?
>yelling at the screen
Just once. ONCE!! For once I'd like to keep the secrets to myself. Damn.
"I shouldn't have said anything, should I"
No, you shouldn't have.
>turns to Greely
Look This is why I said you can't say anything about this place
Nah nah nah I don't mean skip as in "We usually do it all the times". Just mean skip as in "Literally one post we're in one place and the next we're right where we wanted to be."...err....I think those are the exact same things.
And I thought I was the bad boy for having a few odd pieces of Xenotech and studying Rogan's scribbles. Present Headmate notwithstanding.
>Pulls out Rogan's talisman, oddly undamaged from being squeezed by ceramite hands.
I still want to see those books later.
respond as you like, but im off to sleeps soon
After I analyze them I'll give you what I find and the books.
I can produce Almost anything here, thanks to her.
>points to the screen
So if you need anything just ask... Also she's the one looking over your blaster.
"It's a nice model, well preserved"
>after Greely left, Jackson, the A.I. and Magos Octavian were left to discuss the plans laied before them.
Well, this business with Malal seems to be quite bad for us
"I've been searching my data banks and I've found limited data on Malal and the Sons of Malice"
Well send me a copy of whatever you find
How's the movements of our ships going?
*Well, It seems with the construction of several more defense platforms, we were able to free up a few more ships*
That's good. What ships?
*1 Mechanicus Cruiser to act as a flagship and 6 Mechanicus light Cruisers to act as escorts*
That's a lot more than originally promised. So, what repairs will you do to the Patience?
>The magos taps a few buttons and a hologram of the ship pops up
*Well we will exchange all the armor for Battle cruiser class plates and expand the hangers to hold a complement of fighters as well. The warp drive and plasma reactor will be pulled apart and rebuilt. The subsystems rerouted and the living quarters updated. Also we will overhaul Cargo bay 4 into a full miniaturized Manufactorum, capable of vehicle production*
What about hidden areas?
"They will be built wherever you specify"
Good, Put the advanced lab under Medlab and you know what... Put one in Alice's and Greely's offices just an area for them to hold special stuff if need be.
*Of course. Do you wish to know the armaments?*
Yes. Please go on.
*Well we're going to mount a Nova cannon on the spine of the ship along with many Stygies Pattern Bombardment Cannons for ground support as well as Las-burners and Mezoa Pattern Hybrid Lance batteries in addition to the current weapons*
That's quite a lot of weapons
"Well with so little men aboard the ship we have more room to mount weapons."
True. Make the preparations to have it all done.
*We also have something else*
*We tapped Miss Alice's comms to track her movements aboard the battle barge and heard that an STC may be present so we have a sizable fleet on standby.*
Why did you...
"To protect her"
True. Keep them ready we might need them against Necrons
>deep inside the bowels of the ship's cargo hold, a man sleeps. He reeks of alcohol and loneliness. He has been like this for a long time. But he stirs. His dreams have turned sour. The experiment Ron Laroque, Guardsman and Pariah, set out to complete weeks ago is almost over.