It is the 41st Millenium. Violence is unending, war is but a constant reality, In the grim darkness of the future, your life is already dictated by the Imperium of Man. But one can try, and try as you will. You are but a mere human, incapable of shaping the galaxy, even your fate and thoughts are not yours to command. In this grim dark future, you are Alethia Amadeus, Undersecretary Of The Adeptus Administratum, a rank below the Master Of The Administratum and a rank created just for you. Your responsibility is to oversee all the divisions of the Administratum, from the smallest matters like record-keeping, to authorizing what supplies go to whom, there is never an easy day for you. However, that did not mean luxury was not available. Far from it. In your service as the Undersecretary of Administratum, you were known as>The Serpent of The Administratum >Madame Heartless>The Harbinger>(Write-in)Despite the name, you were respected for your power and competency. You were the definition of cruel pragmatism. And as of yet, you never made a mistake. “More Amarax? Madam Undersecretary?” “Please.”At least when you were on a pleasure planet, you were given the luxury you deserved. You retrieve your quill from the pile of parchment to sign off some documents. Supplies here, weapons there, construction approval there. All in all, it was a productive day. Of course, it was, this is you after all. When have you ever failed in your perfect life? You gently swirl the amber liquid in the crystal chalice. The wind was blowing gently, and the sun was just at the right temperature. Weathers like these you contemplated on the matters of the Imperium. >Your worry was that of the astartes, spread far and wide, lost in the galaxy… >The Inquisition, you hated them and the rampant authority. It was thanks to the Administratum that they did not dare to trample everything>The Ecclesiarchy, the leeches of the Imperium among many>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved
>>5458313>Lady Merciless>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved
>>5458313>The Serpent of The Administratum>Your worry was that of the astartes, spread far and wide, lost in the galaxy…
>>5458313>The Harbinger>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved
I'll leave it out a little long for the name to be chosen but the choice>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solvedIs counted
>The Serpent of The Administratum
>>5458740>The Serpent of The Administratum>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solvedCounted, update will be posted by the end of the day.
>>5458313>The Serpent of The Administratum
The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved. There were some ideas, but even with your GENIUS intellect… there really was no way to “fix” it. Emperor preserve you… thinking about it just makes your head hurt. You already improved some aspects, but that was just patching the small puss of a giant rotting corpse. “Emperor… I need a vacation.”Said you, in a pleasure world. To be fair, having work here made it that it wasn’t really a vacation. You had parchments cuts for Emperor’s sake, you deserved more than this nonsense. Your serv- astropath returned with the basket of pplua-pupuwa, a delightful fruit.“Your refreshments, Madame.”“Thank you.” Her name was Illyan Volsung, and she was your chief astropath among the three. The other two acted as telepaths, but Illyan was more of a personal assistant. Along with her telepathic prowess, she was also an expert in->Telekinesis>DivinationThough she wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Her answers were short and boring. You lean back on the recliner, and sigh. As always, you caught the mistakes of recent Administratum shipments. You changed the necessary shipments and other requests. What fools…“Huh…”Among the requests, you saw a suspiscious requests and referendums in >Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well. >Schola Progenium, with lots of request for female orphans. Damn that Ecclesiarch. The numbers of the Adepta Sororitas was at the sufficient level!>Officio Assassinorum, a request for less oversight when there was already barely an oversight. They’re asking to speak to you as well, unofficially.
>>5459219>Telekinesis>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.
>>5459219>>Telekinesis>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.
>>5459219>DivinationThough I'm sure telekinesis would be good for moving phat stacks of paper or self-defence.>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.
>>5459219>Divination >>Officio Assassinorum, a request for less oversight when there was already barely an oversight. They’re asking to speak to you as well, unofficially.
>>5459219>Telekinesis >Schola Progenium, with lots of request for female orphans. Damn that Ecclesiarch. The numbers of the Adepta Sororitas was at the sufficient level!
>>5459219>Telekinesis>Office of tax
>>5459219>Divination>>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.
>>5459219>Divination>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.I knew that OP pic looked familiar! You ran a quest about a pious 40k tank commander a few months ago with that same trip, right?
>>5459219>>Telekinesis>>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.
>>5459715>>5459624>>5459529>>5459484>>5459477>>5459402>>5459400>>5459350>>5459337>>5459296>Divination>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.
>>5459715I did but I ended the thread and wanted to start fresh. It felt like I didn't know what to with it after I ended the first thread.
>>5459785It's tied 5-5 between Telekinesis and Divination btw
>>5459859I think you forgot >>5459402
>>5459859No wait you're right, it's 5-5, I'll wait for a tie breaker.
>>5459881There's the tie breaker, updating now.
An onslaught of headaches rushed in. It poked, strangled, and spat at your magnificent brain. Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… scavenging mockers more like. Countless times, you’ve caught their greed slithering for the tithe, the Imperium’s tithe. You were sympathetic to some worlds. They did not have the means to keep up, that was why you tailored each tithe with a system so simple, that an Ogryn could use it.Alright maybe not an actual Ogryn but any human with a brain could. And now, they have the gall to ask for an increase in tithe, 15% no less. They should’ve asked for your virginity while they were at it if they were going to make such an impossible request. Tax collectors, a profession old as times and how little it has changed… You place that request aside and go on with the rest of your work. By the cycle’s end, you place the last pile of parchment to Illiad to carry it in the safebox. You return to your quarters, along with your astropaths and servants behind you. As you walked through the gilded halls, the governor’s assistant was waiting for you.“Madame Undersecretary, how is your stay so far? I hope everything was to your standards since this is the final stop to Holy Terra. The governor wishes to invite you to his dinner.”You wanted to say no, nut that wasn’t how the game was played.“Of course.” “The governor will send you his handmaidens to-”“I have a dress of my own, thank you.”“He insists on the gift, Lady Undersecretary. He only wishes to give hospitality.” Either you do or don’t. Politely refusing would only lead to more pushing. You held a rank higher than the serf, it’d look bad if you refused gently. >“Very well, let them come and deliver the gift. Tell the governor he has my gratitude.”>“Did you not hear what I said? Or must I waste my breath once more?” >Write-in
>>5459898>>“Very well, let them come and deliver the gift. Tell the governor he has my gratitude.”
>>5459898>“Very well, let them come and deliver the gift. Tell the governor he has my gratitude.”It's just a dress, what's the harm
>>5459898>“Very well, let them come and deliver the gift. Tell the governor he has my gratitude.”
>>5460219>>5460212>>5459916>>5459911Votes counted, wait for about 30 min or so. I'll be up to make multiple updates today.
You sighed inwardly. You don’t like taking gifts, temporary or not. It was a reminder, a subtle jab in the game of politics, as if to say “you are in my territory.” Though it could be just plain simple hospitality. The handmaidens entered, and proceeded to dress you up in a simple short dress, reaching up to your knees with a light fabric.The world, Hinto IV, was a tropical jungle with the other half a forest. An odd world but you weren’t here for some expedition. You were here because it was the final stop before a final warp-jump to Holy Terra. The dress itself was thankfully modest, but the gaudy necklace made of crystals and earring and the accessories made your head heavier. You were used to it, but did you hate it. A robe or simple clothes was simply better. “You’ll be seated with Prefect Hain, he’s also with us.” The handmaidens led you to the private area, and you were seated on the left side where the planetary governor would sit. That was another insult, you should’ve been at the center! Either way, you waited. “Good evening, Madame Undersecreatary.”The man was not the governor, but another guest. One you weren’t told about. One of the prefects of the Imperial Pursary. This was a set up. Emperor strike you now. “Good evening, Ine.”“It’s most fortunate tha twe managed to meet. There are some matters I wished to speak to you about.”A lowly worm like him… he dared to poke the sleeping beast. An ambitious one Ine, he was the fifth most powerful in the Office of the Imperial Pursary. Nowhere near your station. >“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel.” >“Is that so? How about I speak to your Master and inform her of this attempt? I read the proposal. And I will not speak of it more other than the denial.” >Say nothing
>>5460344>“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel.”
>>5460344>>“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel.”
>>5460357>>5460378>>5460382>>5460397>>5460465>>5460532An overwhelming vote, you guys can afford to be a dick, just saying. Your piosition is right below the High Lords of Terra specifically the Master of The Administratum
“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel. I’m beginning to wonder if this was really fortunate.”You sighed loud enough to let him know of your displeasure. But we a man like him, you doubted he knew what that meant. The servants behind you placed the plate and the silverware. Ine, the slimy smarm he is merely smiled that fake smile, and leaned slightly forward. “I was invited by the governor as well, it must be the Emperor’s grace that you are here as well. I am an admirer of your work.”You’d sneer. Emperor, you just wish the governor would arrive to end this conversation. Alas, he would not arrive yet. As all fat governors, they take their sweet time. So you were stuck with this gaunt, pale, and creepy man. “I’m touched, your work as a Prefect has quite the record as well.”“Your system has always helped us in our calculations. A simple and elegant method that ensures each world can pay their dues.”“Of course.”You kept silent, making sure that this was the end of the conversation.“The old way was barbaric, I’ve met many governors that praise your name ever since you change the rate of the tithe. Quite the relief to them I bet and you know how they are.” You merely smile and nod.“Though I do worry, I pray every day to the poor lost souls that was in Cadia. Some planets relied on those brave men and women. Emperor, guide their souls.” There was a twitch in your bearing. A slight kick in your temper, one of many you bet. Cadia was lost, but that did not mean the tithe was to be changed. You reallocated some of the Regiments, and not all of Cadia was lost. In fact, you were looking for a new world for a new Cadia. A secret side project of yours.>“It is a tragedy, yes.”>“Yes, but there are other planets that are just as good as Cadian Guards. They will do their duty. And there are many Cadians who will serve and make a new generation. Cadia is just not a place, Prefect Ine.”>“Tithes does not always have to be in men, that is why I changed that they do not have to make tithes for psykers, goods, or manpower but just one.” >Write-in
>>5461116Whoops again, update made
>>5461116>“It is a tragedy, yes.”
>>5461116>“It is a tragedy, yes.”Better not spill the beans
>>5461224>There is no spilling beans in the other choices, not sure what you mean by that.
>>5461240About that Cadia mk2 pet project
>>5461116>>“Yes, but there are other planets that are just as good as Cadian Guards. They will do their duty. And there are many Cadians who will serve and make a new generation. Cadia is just not a place, Prefect Ine.”
>>5461288Yup, no spilling beans.
>>5461116>“Tithes does not always have to be in men, that is why I changed that they do not have to make tithes for psykers, goods, or manpower but just one.”
>>5461116>>“It is a tragedy, yes.”
“It is a tragedy, yes.” You said briskly. “Yes, and they must be honored.”“Defined honored, Prefect.”“Good good you’re all here! Prefect Ine and of course, the ever-bright Madame Undersecretary!” It was then the governor arrived. A fat man, like hundred thousand of the same. It truly was a mystery how some governors just looked the same. Powdered wig, bloated gut, and the faux-aristocratic way of speaking. Really… was this some fashion you weren’t told about? On the bright side, at least he was a jolly man. If only he wore clothes that were for cold weather… what a surplus of flesh he has. “Governor Claus.” You nod to him, but stay in your seat. “Governor, immaculately dressed as usual.”Ine however, stood. A brown noser through and through. He was out of his seat and bowed to him. This is why you hated blue-blooded nobilities, too eager to take and too eager to please. Behind him were two scantily dressed female servants. You held your prying eyes to the dinner at hand. The food itself was acceptable, you had better. What mattered the most was the conversation itself. Intrigue, socializing, and each word would be measured and judged.“So, how is your work going, Madame?” “It’s going well.” “And how is the dear Lord Ventius?” Harnan Ventius, the current Master of The Administratum… and your boss. The waste of flesh that does no work other than consuming, shitting, and sleeping. He’d serve better as a servitor. “He is doing the work of the Emperor, as all we do.” “Yes, our Master,” Ine emphasized ‘Master’ specially. “Knows better, and we follow his orders to the letter. His age and experience are indisposable. No one is above that. Isn’t that right, Madame? You work with him and know him best.” >“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”>“Even the oldest and the wisest can still learn new things, Prefect Ine. Leadership only succeeds by being open to new ideas and methods.”>“I do, but it is not proper to speak of him when he is not present. Governor, this meal is quite exquisite as well as this amarax.” >Write-in
>>5462583>>“Even the oldest and the wisest can still learn new things, Prefect Ine. Leadership only succeeds by being open to new ideas and methods.”
>>5462583>>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”I wonder how scanty Imperium dresses look like
>>5462677Most Imperium fashion is what you'd seen in official art, the weather is hot here so most of the time it's very scantily. Imagine Amazon but in space.
>>5462583>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”
>>5462583>>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”
>>5462583>“Even the oldest and the wisest can still learn new things, Prefect Ine. Leadership only succeeds by being open to new ideas and methods.”
>>5462583>>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”>>5462749Something like this I would think
>>5462583>He is the wisest of the administratumWe may joke about the imperium's government, but the upper echalons are usually the best of the best in their organisations.They can't surpass everyone else if they weren't
>>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”
>>5463432>>5463078>>5462949>>5462791>>5462677Votes counted update tomorrow
“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”The sentence crawled out of your mouth like a slug, like a mucuous tar that climbed up to your throat. But, you said it. If you would’ve said something about how people can still learn and leadership, it’d lead to an implication that you think you’re the one fit to lead The Administratum… You are but that wasn’t the point. You were fine with being the shadow of your master, since no one would try to stab a shadow.“He truly is.” Ine said. The dinner continued with small talks. The state of economy, war, and some other stuff that you did not bother to care about. What they all did was to spew some false concern and useless talks. When neither had the power to do anything, talks were a waste of time. “Yes, I know of the Governor of Tren III, it was obvious that they couldn’t stand one another. It makes you wonder how they haven’t killed each other yet.” “Indeed.” Ine said. Ugh. You just wanted the dinner over and done.“What say you, Madame? Is there any strapping young man you have an eye on?”“I don’t.” You sip your wine. “My work keeps me occupied, and the Emperor is all I need.”This was a lie of course. But this excuse always works. You weren’t exactly an ardent believer. But you weren’t a heretic either. “All work and no mingling will not do you good, Madame.” The governor said. “I know some young men that would love to meet you. Each one are very distinguished man. A child born from you will be a great influence to the Imperium!”“Perhaps.” >Keep eating in silence>Change the topic>Try to leave early
>>5464217>Keep eating in silenceDo we have someone in mind though, when speaking about such things?
>>5464217>>Change the topic>>5464246Yes, our assistant
>>5464217>Keep eating in silence
>>5464217>>Keep eating in silence
“Perhaps.” You said icily. You continued your meal silently. You hoped that they would take the hint that you wanted to just eat, nothing more. Of course, they don’t know a social cue if a lasgun splashed their face. They continued to talk. When your plate was halfway empty, you were full enough, might as well let some servant eat the leftover or something. “And I said ‘what a fool he had been!’” They laugh uproariously and you give a polite chuckle. Whatever joke it was. You waited until dessert. No barbarian would even dare to leave before dessert after all.“And finally, dessert!”Ugh.What was in front of you was an iced treat larger than your head. This was simply just a waste of food. Nevertheless, you started to dig into the food. It was sweet with a hint of flowery scent. All in all, it was a pleasant flavor. Finishing it however was impossible.“You there, serf. Get a container for them and divide them up into seven, and have-” You pause. “Illyan do you want some?”She shook her head. “Alright, divided them up into six and deliver it to my servant’s quarters. I no longer have the stomach to finish them.”“Was it not to you liking?” The governor asked.“Nothing of the sort. I am only full.”The dinner concluded cleanly. Inside your quarters you lie on your spacious bed, enough to fit at least three more people. Tomorrow, you would depart for Terra and resume your duty, ending this pleasant vacation. You groaned, knowing that you had to deal with the problem you left back at Terra. The decaying Administratum. Especially the Office of the Imperial Pursary. You bury your head on the pillow, and scream. With much resistance, you awake the next day. You return to your ship, Dauntless-Class Cruister named The Unbroken Quill.>Skip to arriving to Holy Terra>Don’t skip arriving to Holy Terra
>>5464821>Don’t skip arriving to Holy Terra
>>5464821>>Don’t skip arriving to Holy TerraI'm interested to know more about our undersecretary
>>5464821>>Don’t skip arriving to Holy Terra
>>5464821>>Skip to arriving to Holy Terra
>>5464838>>5465045>>5465126>>5465285>>5465426Votes counted, update soon
The Unbroken Quill, your pride and beauty. Your personal room that is. The rest? Eh, you weren’t a tech priest. A squad of tempestus scion guards saluted as you walk by. There were three of squads, so that made a platoon of them under your “command” though the sergeant is the one who really holds the reins. “Ma’am.”“Carry on, Sergeant.” The scarred man stood stood stiff on salute then snapped back into moving Having one to guard you at all times was already a sign of privilege. A platoon of them? It was only what you deserved. You did want the Minotaurs, but their color scheme wouldn’tt go so well with red and gold. It was just bad taste. Not to mention, you weren’t much of a fan. Why did you have the elite guarding you? A platoon of them at that? Simple. You and the Commandant of the Schola Progenium were like family. After all, you were raised there. You don’t how you came to the Schola, but all you were told was that once they found out you had a genius level intellect and perfect memory, they chose to train you. You were tutored by the Sisters, Commissars, and especially by the Vanus temple assassins. With that kind of past, it was easy to get what you want. Though you didn’t ask for Sisters. They were… really naggy. Too zealous. You shudder remembering the number of punishments. Like calf whippings, silent corners, no desserts… the absolute horror it was! Surely your ordeal was worse than whatever they had. Oh who are you kidding you have the easiest and best life. You return to your room and read some parchments, then re-read them. With nothing to do… well it was the perfect opportunity to kill time. What to do?>Bother the Sergeant of your Tempestus platoon. >Check on your serv- astropaths>Talk to the tech priests>Pull a prank on a random tempestus, (write-in prank)
>>5465758>>Bother the Sergeant of your Tempestus platoon
>>5465758>>Talk to the tech priests
>>5465758Do we have friends/colleagues/partners/lovers we can talk to? If yes let's speak to them.
>>5465758>>Bother the Sergeant of your Tempestus platoon.
>>5465758>Bother the sergeantIt's always good to be on good terms with your bodyguard.
>>5465822>>5466113>>5466145No friends/colleagues/partners/lovers, it's a lonely place at the top.
>>5466189Then we should find some, discretely if we must......
Sergeant it was. Not like he had anything better to do, they were probably doing some fire drills. And right you were. You hear orders being shouted and grunting, lots of grunting. Oh sweet Emperor… were there lots of it. Their bulging muscles, cut abs, and rippling bodies. Each troopers were chosen by you personally. And from there physique, you had an eye for talent alright. You watch from the entrance, then when someone noticed the trooper shouted.“ATTENION OFFICER ON DECK!”Damn. There goes your eye candy. You sigh, and walk inside the training room (that you had it specially made for your ship).“At ease at ease.” You wave your hand lazily. “Sergeant, I’m only here to watch. What training were you doing?”“Training.”Sergeant Med-Rum, of the “Tanith First (And Only)” Regiment. You once tried to rename them, since it was just a long and stupid name that made for painful record-keeping. That attempt did not go well, Commissar Gaunt told you to “jump off of the Imperial Palace’s roof.” Easy to say you were not happy about that. What was so wrong about “Tanith Regiment”? Guardsman and their stupid prides. Why can't they be like you and be humble?“And that is?”“Just training. Ma’am.”You never knew why he had such an attitude. You graciously took him out of a horrible life as a guardsman and not once did he thank you for it. Ungrateful man!“Well, carry on then. I’m just gonna watch.”“Ma’am.”The troopers continued their exercise. Running, sparring, exercising. Hmm… what can you do to spice it up?>Have them wrestle each other>Have someone answer “which regiment is the best?”>Trade rations, since you had each tailored for troopers from different planets why not try and see what happens? After all, you did have a Death Korps of Krieg Grenadier.
>>5466272>Have someone answer “which regiment is the best?”
>>5466272>>Have someone answer “which regiment is the best?”
>>5466272>Have them wrestle each other
>>5466272>Write in: spill spaghetti
>>5466296>>5466327>>5466415I was hoping for the third one, oh well. Votes counted.
“Sergeant.”“Ma’am?”“Have them formed up. I have a question for them, right now.”You swore you heard some kind of grumble but he had the troopers gathered. You were looking, observing, each and every Tempestus. With the eyes of the ever vigilant, smartest, resilient, and faithful servant of the God Emperor, you pointed at the Tempestus with the red bandana. “You there, what is the best Imperial Guard regiment?”“THE CATACHAN MA’AM!”Alright, you did not expect that loud of an answer. You pointed at the next one, a clean shaven man with no visible tattoo. Though you saw a scarr that rode from the center of his forehead to down to the chin. “And you.”“Cadia ma’am!”You asked on and on, with each representing the regiments. The rest however were from Schola Progenium with few former guardsmem. >“Whoever wins the wrestling competition, the winner’s homeworld ration be the troop’s ration for the rest of the month.” >“Hmm. Separate from Schola Progenium and the guardsman. Let’s see who shoots better.”>Write in
>>5466580>“Whoever wins the wrestling competition, the winner’s homeworld ration be the troop’s ration for the rest of the month.”
“You there, Catachad.”“Ma’am?”“Do you miss your homeworld’s food?”“Yes ma’am. But I can’t complain, you give us good food.”Aww, he’s trying to flatter you. Or maybe it was genuine. Either way. You clapped your hands together. An Undersecretarial grin gently stretched on your lips. This would be an attempt to build camaraderie, and for the team to bond more. Yes, there were no immoral factors that led you to make this decision, not at all. You clap your hands together. “A wrestling competition.” “Ma’am?” Sergeant said. “Whoever wins the wrestling competition, the winner’s homeworld ration be the troop’s ration for the rest of the month.” Except for the Tempestus of the Schola Progenium. The former guardsmen’s eyes lit up brighter than the holy flamer. There was a grin, a predatorial excitement in them blazing ever so brightly. Except for Fives, then again you’ve never seen Krieger ever express an emotion. “Well, get wrestling!” And so it began. You had a serf fetch a Millarius’s Light Amasec and watched. The Sergeant watched along side as well.>“Do you want a cup?” >“I thought you’d be participating, Sergeant.”>Write-in
>>5466905>>“Do you want a cup?”
>>5466905>“Do you want a cup?”Get to know our sarge better
>>5466905>“Do you want a cup?”
>>5466905>Want a cup?He doesn't participate for a reason
You would have asked the Sergeant if he would participate. But that meant promising him something you cannot grant. Anything Tanith related were gone. Ration, lasgun patterns, not even a shred of cultural items. That, and he was not the kind of man to participate. All grumpy and serious, you never saw him smile once. Him and Fives, though snagging a Krieger and expecting him to smile was expecting Galaxy-wide peace.“Would you like a cup?”“No ma’am.” You extend your arm toward the Sergeant, who shook his head. You shrugged and placed the cup back on the tray the serf was holding. More for you. The competition went on and on. One colliding muscle after another, one entwined sculpted bodyYou should do this more often. The winner was the Catachan corporal, you already saw them foreboding. Catachan rations were one of the least desired rations. Maybe you’ll throw them a double dessert ration or something. At least it wasn’t Krieger rations, if you can even call it a ration. With your entertainment finished, you roam around the ship once more…>Check out your room>Go to your astropaths >Skip to Terra >Write-inSurvey: What are you looking for in this qst?>Warhammer 40k Romance>Poltical thriller>Being part of/advancing Warhammer lore>Adventure>Other:
>>5467758>>Check out your room>Warhammer 40k Romance>Poltical thriller>IntrigueI do like how worked up we get a the sight of guardsmen lol
>>5467758>Go to your astropathsSo are they creepy, very creepy or extremely creepy?>How about all of the above?
>>5467877>supportthough I don't see how we can do much adventuring as the Undersecreatary already has plans to work on back at the Administratum with putting the taxmen in line and her pet projectnot to mention the inevitable dealing's with cleaning up corruption and having to work with and around these head aches Officio AssassinorumSchola Progeniumspace marines inquisition and general problamatic worldseven if we didn't pick them as her immediate problem at the moment they will crop their heads up in due timealso QM can you tell us where in the time line of events we will be active
>>5467935I'm sure we'll be able to find some time to leave things in the care of our trusted subordinates during a lull in our work and go off on of holiday at some point (and probably come back to find everything on fire). Or maybe we do a PoV switch to another character to see the down and dirty of the galaxy and the things we deal with on the ground for a while instead.
>>5467877>>5467935Votes counted>>5467935Gonna be honest, I'm kinda unsure on where to be in. Got a plan in mind, but you know, it's not a good plan I think. >I don't see how we can do much adventuring as the Undersecreatary already has plans to work on back at the Administratum with putting the taxmen in line and her pet projectI got some ideas on that. Updates will be up within 30 minutes stay tuned!
Your astropaths. There was the main one Illyan Volsung, then there were Illiadara Volsung, then Illias Volsung. Whoever her parents are, they must be fun at social gatherings as well. You were certain them and the Sergeant would get along well, seeing how both are the most boring people you know. You’ve met astartes that were able to give a better conversation. Nevertheless, they were your servants, meaning you had to make sure they were fine. You climb up to the navigation room and saw the three of them, standing there. You yawn as you climbed the final steps then sit on the swivel chair nearby. They were doing their thing, talking within themselves and being in the warp. You wonder what that’s like. Being vulnerable to the warp. It made you shiver, and deepen your pity.“Madame.”The three sisters bowed in unison. “There is a message, from the Officio Imperialis Pursarius.” You roll your eyes.“Is it from my boss?” “No, it is from-”“Then I don’t care.” The sisters then stood silently, waiting for your next order. Not that you had any. You were bored, though you didn’t know what made you think they would help with that.“So… how are things?”“Good.” They always spoke in monotone. Not a hint of emotion, a shred of humani- alright that’s a bit rude. “Do you need anything?”“No.”“Nothing I can do to make your job easier?”“No. With your permission, we must prepare for the upcoming travel.”Indeed… they were same as usual. Emperor, when will the ship finally take off? And what can alleviate your boredom? Now that the triple treats were gone, you were once again alone. >Go back to your room>Bother the Tempestus again, they should be done with training by now >Make fun on your own, you did see a utility cart around>Write-in
>>5467969>Make fun on your own, you did see a utility cart around
In addition, recommended soundtrack for this qsthttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxzeuaxbabEErik Satie - Gnossienne, 1. Lent (04)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGQR3Chf9hEStelvio Cipriani - Mary's Theme (1969)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhFHpplFpPITchaikovsky ~ Arabian Dancehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmCnQDUSO4IDmitri Shostakovich - Waltz No. 2https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gN2VQBTFgcMemories of Murder OST | "Memories of Night" (Piano Solo Theme)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0X9q1ho0ULQA Bittersweet Life OST: My Sad Night Some music I found fitting for the qst. It's not overly happy, but not downright depressing.
>>5467969>>Make fun on your own, you did see a utility cart around>>5467963I'm enjoying this greatly so far, so you're on the right track. What I'm looking forwards to most is achieving our secret project with a side of romance.
>>5467969>Go back to your room
>>5468005>>5467995>>5467977Yay. Votes counted. Expect at least three updates today guys so stay tuned.
You were The Undersecretary of The Administratum. You’ve faced hardships many times. No foes ever made you stumble. By Emperor, you won’t let this ordeal defeat you. Then The Emperor answered, with a utility cart standing itself. You took the cart and dragged it to the longest stretch of the hallway. Yes, you know what to do. You first ran fast as possible with the cart in the front and you-WHEEZEDWhoo. Easy there. You steadied your heart and closed your eyes tight. Your heart beat like a war drum, and your breath squeezed out as if came from rusted pipes. With all the fresh air, you thought you could run. But as always, this accursed body of yours failed you again. You may be an intellectual, have perfect memory, beautiful, kind, gentle, compassionate, loving, and all around a great human-“Ma’am are you alright?”“DO I LOOK ALRIGHT TO YOU TROOPER!” The price was this body of yours. Frail and weak, with a variation of an ancient sickness known as “asthma,” along with some other sickness the Hospitallers could not identify all those years ago. All they told you was that it was the Emperor’s mercy that you kept on living. Steady, like a quill on parchment. You close your eyes tight and let the pain flow out with exhales that escaped between your clenched teeth. You exhale once more, then breathe, then turn to realize the Tempestus was gone. Only to return with a Hospitaller with a stern glare. “Hey… Testatus.”She continued to glare. Sister Superior Testatus, she and other sisters were attached incase your illness got worse. “Room. Rest. Now.” She said. >“You’re not my boss. And also, you’re gonna help me push this cart while I’m on it.”>“No.” >“Alright fine…” >Write-in
>>5468372>“You’re not my boss. And also, you’re gonna help me push this cart while I’m on it.”
>>5468372>“Alright fine…”Don't. Argue. With. The. Doc.
>>5468372>“Alright fine…”This is why we need a partner
Rolled 2 (1d2)Looks like a tie breaker, so I'll be rolling the dice. 1. “Alright fine…”2. “You’re not my boss. And also, you’re gonna help me push this cart while I’m on it.”
This was your carved trauma, Sisters of Battle. Those boring stick in the mud that used to thwack your calves. The “By the Emperor you will eat your vegetables and pray before bed!” types. Emperor preserve you! But this was the real world. You are The Undersecretary of The Administratum, not a child of the Schola Progenium. You are an adult. A woman. No pity! No remorse! No fear!“No.” “What?”Emperor save you this was a terrible idea. “I said…” You swallow, hard. “I said no.”“Madame. I outrank you when it comes to health of others. So you will rest.”You cross your arms, puff up your chest, and look straight in her eyes for two seconds. “You’re not my boss. And also, you’re gonna help me push this cart while I’m on it.”“No.”“I’m your boss.” You said. “My job is to oversee your health. Not to be your servant. Your quarters, now, Alethia.”Sister Superior Testatus, she was actually not a Hospitaller from the start. She was just another battle sister back then, you knew her when she began as the newest Sister in her unit. She was also charged in babysitti- overseeing your activities during free time. “No.” You said very heroically.“Fine then. I’ll just let Canoness-Errant Setheno know.”You swallow once more, harder. This… this was a bluff. “You lie. She hasn’t been heard from for years!”“She is an Canoness-Errant. Not a Repentia. She is merely busy, but she is in Holy Terra last I heard, along with other Canonesses you might know. So please, do what you will. But know that your action will be recorded.”>Go through it>Don’t>Try to compromise
>>5468678>>Try to compromiseCan you at least push me to my room then?
“Can you at least push me to my room then?”“What?”“I need rest, and moving is physical exertion. Therefore, not moving would contribute to my well being. So can you push the cart with me on it?Testatus glared that could burn out the sun, but conceded. So there you were on the cart like it was the Golden Throne, alright that might be blasphemy… oh well. So here you are, having two adepta sororitas pushing the cart from the front and Testatus walking from behind. Damn it feels good to be a queen. “So… is Canoness- I mean Canoness-Errant Setheno really back?”“She is in Holy Terra, for reasons I do not know.”“Maybe something to do with Cadia?”“Perhaps.”The ride was no longer fun now that subject has been brought up. It has been few days since the fall of Cadia. When you first heard it, the entire palace was up in full lockdown. The amount of contacting and relegating logistics was a nightmare and a half. The Cadians however, stood strong even during their time of distress. Every regiment on that day and even now, gave their support. Should this happened to an astartes homeworld… well that opinion was better kept to yourself. “Bless their souls.” You said. “Are others arriving as well?”“Some chapters, Inquisition forces, and other officials. I even hear Ciaphas Cain is arriving. Though that’s to be expected.”“Well, they can have their own fun. I got work when I get back anyways.” “I thought you would attend.”“It’s military talk and other masters of their office can handle it. I need to handle a business with the pursary and I doubt he’ll be invited since Master can just raise it without his permission.” You were finally back in your room, Testatus gave you a stern warning and left. After that, your ship arrived to Terra. A smooth travel sinec it was a short one. Holy Terra, your home and place of work. It stood tall, gleaming with pride, as it should be. Once your ship landed, the serfs lined in rows with their heads bowed. Testatus left, along with the Tempestus, something about needing to report in to their superiors. You sighed, all by your lonesome with your servants. “You girls can rest, I’m gonna take a nap. I’ll call for you when I’m working.”In the ancient Terran phrase, “fuck” work. Unbeknownst to many, you taken up residence in your office. Your office already had a restroom and dedicated servants for food and drink. The best part? Better security. So your home in the high-rise was really unnecessary. Not to mention, you had other comfy places in the Imperial Palaces scattered in the forgotten corners. >Business first, then rest>Rest first, then business >Attend the meeting
>>5469240>>Rest first, then business
>>5469240>>Attend the meeting
You were going for the closest one. Inside your comfy-room no.42, you snuggled inside the blanket and close your eyes. Though sleep did not easily arrive, only after you inspected some parchments it did. After falling asleep due to overworking, sleep only arrived so easily in the midst of working. You continued to read until a long yawn and warmth interrupted you so gently, your eyes began to feel heavy. You thought about the meeting, but you were pretty sure they didn’t need you. Into the sweet embrace of sleep, and plunge into the sweet dream of…>Having a harem >Being work-free>Being resuced by a handsome prince>Write-in>Finally telling off to (choose one: Minotaurs, inquisition, your boss, Marines Malevolent)
The Chamber of Wisdom. Where only the most important figures of the Imperium gather. In this trying times, the temporary council has been called for the defense of Terra and other important worlds. Not everyone had yet to arrive, though some lingered, most simply staying away from the Captain General who was already in the chamber. Among many distinguished individuals, Tu’shan had to wonder if this meeting would work.The meeting called for any chapter master available. Tu’shan found the idea questionable. Not all chapters were the same and found differences in what was considered priority. Too many differences, different ideologies, they did not mix. One of that reminder was when he saw Asterion Moloc, the chapter master of the Minotaurs. Standing in front of him was… he did not recognize the chapter master, the heraldry had a checker with a heart that had a tear drop. “You are a failed space marine and a former penitent. You have no place here.” Moloc said. “The call asked for any chapter masters, any sons of the Emperor would answer the call to defend.” The chapter master said. “You are not welcomed.” The meeting had not even begun, and the clash was already beginning. Tu’shan strolled between the two and placed his hand on their pauldrons.“Brothers, we are in a holy place. Let us honor it with peace. We may bear different seeds but we are one and the same, of hearts and mind.” Moloc merely scoffed and walked out. The other chapter master watched, and turned toward Tu’shan. “Thank you, lord Tu’shan.” “It is nothing to be thanked. You know who I am but I do not know who you are. We are of equal ranks, there is no need for formality.”“I am Malakim Phoros, chapter master of the Lamenters.”All gathered in the gigantic hall. More chapter masters arrived, along with other important members of the Imperium. Their seats were well prepared, though Tu’shan did notice one still empty. A tiny seat, made of plain metal behind where The Master of The Administratum sat.
>>5469428>>Finally telling off to inquisition
>>5469459“Is everyone here?” The Master of The Administratum wheezed the words so slowly. “The Undersecretary is not here.” The Abbess Sanctorum said. “The what?” One of the lords said.“We have an Undersecretary?” Another one said.“The one who signs every parchment in supplies.” Moloc said. “A child who has no respect to distinguished chapters.”“The one who denied a new shipment of boltshells…” Another chapter master said.“That bratty child refused my supply requests from my agents. I had to fill it out personally.” An inquisitor said.It surprised Tu’shan that she was known by other chapter masters, in fact, it seemed that every chapter masters and inquisitors knew as well. As a regent of Nocturne, he had spoken with her frequently and found her to be of excellent adept. The inquisitors discussed with vigorous disdain, and chapter masters recalled the parchments sent with its barbed yet polite words of refusal to their demands. “Undersecretary Amadeus…”“As a regent of Nocturne, I speak with her regarding tithes and trades. How do you know her name?”“She sent a gift once, a rock from Baal on Sanguinala. I don’t know why but she has often taken careful attention to my chapter.” “Ah yes…” The Administratum Master wheeze again. “The child. She is of little importance. The auto-type will make notes she can read it and make the adjustments later.” “But there is a seat for her.” Tu’shan said.“Formality, chapter master, a formality.” A fat lord said with slick condescension. “She is the one who allocates resources. I have words to share regarding that.” A Lord Inquisitor said. “I do as well.” Another inquisitor said. Serfs has been dispatched to find The Undersecretary, an hour later no one had yet to arrive. The Abbess Sanctorum sighed, she whispered to a sister next to her. The sister then left with a glower. Another hour later, The Undersecretary did not arrive. >The meeting unfortunately carried on without her>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits. >The door opened, the sister returned along with a morbidly afraid Undersecretary>One of the chapter masters stood, claiming that he would find her and have words with her regarding supplying and logistics. The chapter master was: (Helbrecht, Pedros Kantor, Lias Issodon, Tyberios Red Wake)
>>5469428>>Having a harem>>Being resuced by a handsome prince>>5469471>>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.This should be funny
>>5469471>Having a harem>The door opened, the sister returned along with a morbidly afraid Undersecretary
>>5469471>>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.
>>5469471>Having a harem>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.
>>5469428>Finally telling off to the Inquisition>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.let the games begin
>>5469471>Finally telling off the Inquisition>The door opened, the sister returned along with a morbidly afraid Undersecretary
>>5469478>>5469525>>5469623>Having a harem>>5469672>>5469623>>5469550>>5469478>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.I'm starting to think you guys live in a different timezone kek
>>5469843>I'm starting to think you guys live in a different timezone kekExplain?
>>5469843You missed my vote here>>5469469
>>5469866They were not enough>>5469864I get the updates pretty late. So I'm taking a guess that you guys are on a different timezone.
>>5469986>They were not enoughI have not idea what this means.
>>5469987Not enough votes
>>5469991There are three votes for Telling of Inquisition and thrre for Harem.
>>5469994Whoops, I'll wait for the tie breaker then
>>5470014I'll vote for telling off the inquisition before retiring to our harem if that's fine. If not then just a harem.
>>5470023only one option so harem dream it is.
The spoon gently slid between your lips, and a sweet flavor burst forth. The one who had the spoon in hand was a handsome man. The one next to you was also a handsome man. The furniture you sat on? A handsome man. And what were you surrounded by? Handsome men.A Catachan to your left, a slab of muscle and masculinity. A Cadian to your right, a slab of muscle and masculinity. Then a Modian, a Vostroyan… this was a perfect dream. Then your eyes open. The surrounding interior cruelly reminded you of your place. You bury your head in the blanket, and groan painfully. This was your life. A slave to the Imperium.Now it was time for work. First thing first. Business, Officio Imperialis Pursarius it is. You exit the room and within couple corners you see a custodian. You never talked to one, there was no need to. No office existed for them so that meant that you did not need to speak to them. Sure, you’d walk by them once in a while or see them but not once have you talked to them. They never looked at you, talked to you, probably they don’t even acknowledge your existence. But for the first time… one of them looked at you. In your hand was a tin full of small biscuits, and on your shoulder was a small pack filled with parchments, ink, and quills. “You have been summoned.” The Custodian’s voice boomed, echoing, a velvety voie smoother than the lightest amasec.“I… uh. By who, my lord?” “The council.”Right. The big council thing. You weren’t going to say no. So you simply nodded and followed the custodes. The giant doors opened, and the entire attention was on you. Awkward.“You… are finally… here. You are late.” Your boss wheezed.“Yes yes, I apologize. I did not know my presence was required.” You walk past the chapter masters, the lords, and whoever the rest were. You sit on the chair behind your boss and listen in. The discussion finally began. The planets were prioritized and the forces were being allocated. The fall of Cadia scared the Imperium more than anything ever had. You sat behind, munching idly and listening to the old men and women talk. To them being nineteen was practically an infant. As expected… it devolved into an argument.
This is what you wanted to avoid it.“The shrine world is the God-Emperor’s holiest of places, to put it below agri world is an affront to the GOD-EMPEROR!” The Ecclesiarch said.“Our homeworld is what bolsters our numbers. We cannot stretch all our forces and leave our home defenseless.” A chapter master Pedros Kantor said. “The astartes world does not have any tithes, so now is the time to show your devotion, astartes.”Ooh, it’s rare to see someone had the guts to speak to a Space Marine like that. You continued to listen. At least you are getting a good entertainment out of this. “Then what does Undersecretary Amadeus think?”The green astartes spoke, specifically, Chapter Master Tu’shan.“Me?”“All of us receive messages from you, young one. Inquistors, Adepta Sororitas, Astra Miltiarum, we ssee your name in every matters of logistics. You are just as important in this conversation.”“Well…”Talk about putting you in the light. >Be pragmatic >Be faithful>Just play the “dumb child” card and refer to their “wisdom” >Ask what the Captain General thinks, he’s been silent>Pull- an ancient phrase known as- "reverse uno" and ask him instead. He's a regent of Nocturne after all.
>>5470164>Be Pragmatic I also think part of a pragmatic choice could be asking the Captain General his thoughts on the matter, maybe after we give our thoughts?
>>5470164>Be pragmaticWe might be a bit eccentric but there's a reason we're doing the actual work.
>>5470164>Be pragmaticonly one option so harem dream it is.am I the only one who see's this as a potential weakness to slaanesh influence
Time to do your job. You put the tin of biscuits away and dust away the crumbs. Then with a clear harrumph, you walk into the center of the hall so all can see you. You saw some notable members. Malakim Phoros, The Captain General, Inquisitorial Representative, just about anyone you didn’t want to see during your daily life.“Shrine Worlds, as important it is to our way of life, is not a strategic place. The key worlds located as junctions are. With all due respect, Ecclesiarch. Then it will be the agri world, mining world and forge world, then hive world that produces items of war.”“What of the astartes world then? Are ye saying it is of no importance?” A chapter master said.You shrugged at what was most likely the representative of the Vlka Fenryka, along with other chapter masters or representatives. “Astartes worlds have no tithes and have protection. Other worlds does not have the privilege. Agri world does, but worlds that are links to other important worlds does not have protection as it should have.”You list thirty seven examples, and ensures them that there are far more worlds than the examples you have given.“And yet they stand despise the lack of it.” A lord said. “Hive worlds that provide goods are more important so they can supply the protection. Surely they require more care.”That lord, was also a lord of a hive world that made items. “They stand because I made the order to be protected with already the thin resource there are.”“Then you have made it thinner! Those idle forces could have been in the use in the glorious war for the Emperor!” An Inquisitor said.“For the love of- did you not hear me Inquisitor? These are important worlds that cannot be afforded to be lost. Logistics will be cripples if these worlds are taken. Lord High Admiral, surely you know this.” “I do. You have my support in this.” Emperor, some relief.“Mine as well, young one.” Tu’shan said. Some chapter master gave you their approval as well as did some militant leaders. You were certain taht your ranking was best for everyone’s interest. Being frank, not everyone was required to be here. This was just one big unnecessary meeting. “If there are no other opposition, I will make the list and have it distributed soon. For the chapter masters here, I will ask for the current number of your forces so I may assess where the five percent of the the forces will go.”“And who are you to dictate where they go? What does a child who lived so little know of war?” A chapter master said.
>>5470464>“It was I who gave you the form 85139 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”>“Then leave if you do not want to follow. This is a collective effort, and if you cannot do that from being a chapter master for so long, I fear for the astartes under your command.” >“This child speaks with the authority of the Administratum.” You waited for permission to continue, you master nodded at you. “I am not asking you to follow me, I am telling you to follow me. You know my name and what I do, for the sake of your chapter, you will listen to me.”
>>5470468>“It was I who gave you the form 85139 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”
>>5470468>>“It was I who gave you the form 85139 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”As much as I really like the last option, this feels very fitting for The Serpent of the Administratum
>>5470468>>“It was I who gave you the form 85139 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”
>>5470464>“It was I who gave you the form 85139 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”wondering how her boss will speak with her after this if at all considering his second is talking to a room full of powerful folks and clowning on them with what the administratum provides and controls, practically showing "his" power of
>>5470468>>“This child speaks with the authority of the Administratum.” You waited for permission to continue, you master nodded at you. “I am not asking you to follow me, I am telling you to follow me. You know my name and what I do, for the sake of your chapter, you will listen to me.”
“It was I who gave you the form MKA8.513.999 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. Do you recall? It was during the siege in Ghunmas VI. Your chapter, the Iron Crusaders were besiegeing and needed immediate supply support. And I answered with haste did I not, Chapter Master Yagor? I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, homeworlds, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”You hear no interruption, but silence. You return to your seat and waited for the continuation of the meeting. The rest had been the actual discussion of logistics. You told the chapter masters where their detachments would be, and the supplies they will be given along with other accommodations for some of the… more unique chapters. There were twenty chapter masters, all cooperative grudgingly or not. The rest would be filled by the Astra Militarum. The Astartes were the last line, and a show of force to anyone that assumed the planets would be defenseless. Some doctrines were made as well as a web that the chapters and regiments would be in charge of and the designation of strategic locations. The actual tactical planning did not need you. Other chapter masters spoke with others in their planning. You were simply the encyclopedia. Right now, you were next to Chapter Master Tu’shan.“I never met a child such as you, Undersecretary Amadeus. I expected you to be much older.”“I’ll take that as a compliment.”He laughed, you never heard an astartes laugh let alone a chapter master. “In a time of turmoil, unity and brotherhood is often forgotten. It is good that you are aware of this.”“If only the lords and governors would be aware…”You were no longer needed here. Any encyclopediac information were covered by servitors. More or less, the job was done and you had more important business to attend to. >Observe some of the guests>Leave to get some work done>Write-in
>>5470698>Leave to get some work doneYou didn't file your paperwork last night, Alethia
>>5470698>>Observe some of the guests
>>5470698>Leave to get some work done
>>5470698>>Leave to get some work done
>>5470698>Get some work doneVery young and bold.
Without much work needed you planned to return to your office. You left waging war to those waged war. Your station was for domestic matters. Your office is wide, adorned with red velvet carpet and gold trinkets. Souvenirs from planets, gifts from officials (the ones you liked that is). You slump on your seat. After a ritual of sighing you sit up and pull the cord. The said cord connected all the way to your servant’s quarters and to your astropaths. You prepared your work station. Then you whipped out your inkwell, quill, and parchment. Soon enough, your servants arrived. First thing first, you sent a message to the Officio Imperialis Pursarius. The rest of the work came flowing in.Officios of different sections arrived. Supply requests of weapons, rations, building materials, all came flooding, asking for your approval. These were after the usual filter that sent them to worlds that were eligible for automatic approvals. Emperor forbid, if all work came to you. A complicated request with odd circumstances was the usual that came your way. Inquisitors, sergeant astartes, governors, or individuals of such rankings had to be looked at with a keen eye. You passed the twenty fifth parchment to your servant to deliver. A sudden knock interrupted your work.“Thank you.” You said to the servant, then you spoke to one of the adepts working in your office. “Well?” “Madame, you have a guest.” You adept said.“No, do I? I thought someone just hit my door and left. I know there’s a guest I’m not deaf. Check out who it is.” “At once, Madame.”The adept open the door ajar, the said door then swung open and in-entered the astartes, more specifically, Asterion Moloc. It was astartes like him that you wanted a high ceiling, and the reason why you sometimes wondered if shooting yourself in the head would be a less of a painful experience. “Chapter Master Moloc, how can I assist you?”“Why was he here?”“Who my lord?” “Malakim Phoros. The chapter master of the Lamenters.” You knew that name, and their record. Odd thing about the Imperial archive, your second home, when you were eight you read the records and records. It was a quiet place, and a place to hide from Sisters and tutors. If there was one chapter you symapthized the most, it was the Lamenters. Their records were… what every astartes should be. Not that you had the galls to say that.“Because he was here to provide aid. Like the rest of the chapter masters came here.”“You know why they are not welcomed. They are cursed.”>“They have penanced and have been forgiven. I do not see an issue here, my lord.”>“Unless I see other chapter masters contest the Lamenter’s presence. I do not see a reason to turn away aid.” >“Cursed? I will not refuse help because of superstitious nonsense. Good day, chapter master.” >Write-in
>>5471670>>“Unless I see other chapter masters contest the Lamenter’s presence. I do not see a reason to turn away aid.”
>>5471670>“Unless I see other chapter masters contest the Lamenter’s presence. I do not see a reason to turn away aid.”
“We are in a dark time, Chapter Master. Our forces are thin. Astartes, Astra Militarum, the Adeptus Mechanicus. The supplies, food, the very materials for a lasgun are strained. Unless I see other chapter masters contest the Lamenter’s presence or they are declared as heretics. I do not see a reason to turn away aid. Good day, chapter master.”“We are not finished.”“That is not for you to decide, chapter master.” You hissed. The hulking giant, the so-called “angel” approached closer. If he wanted to, he could pop your head right then and there. But your status and position protects you. He knew that as well. It was you who uprooted the entire Administratum and made it into a functioning bureaucracy. Seventy thousand reforms were made by you, both small and large. It was your logistics and choices that fed and armed the Imperial forces. “They will bring ruin to the planet they are to protect.” “We will see if that is the truth. Good day.”You stare down at Moloc. You had feelings about that astartes. The Minotaurs’s archive was one of disdain and dishonor. They were thieves. Simple as, you were ordered not to answer the petitions of grievance from anyone due to them being the personal attack hound of the High Lords. Moloc left, and once he did you were able to breathe again.“Madame, should I call the Hospitallers?” Illyan said.“No no, I’m fine. Come on, let’s get to work.” >See if there are errors in auditing>Check on Officio Agricultae>Check on complaints made toward your office>Get yourself some tea
>>5471896>>Check on complaints made toward your office
>>5471896>See if there are errors in auditingWhew, I finally caught up.Anyways, we need to make sure the information we are getting is actually accurate.>>5467758I know I'm late, but like to throw my opinion into the lot for the record and say...>All of the above with an emphasis on the political thriller and advancing the lore aspects.
>>5471896>See if there are errors in auditingthere's always more corruption and incompetence to find
>>5471896>>See if there are errors in auditing
A mountainous amount of parchments laid all across your large office. The audit was done teo ways. Parchments marked “automatic” meant the usual shipments expected from the said requester. The “special” would be outside of the expected supply requests. The third class would be the “don’t bother questioning it,” meaning it was from High Ranking Inquisition agents, First Founding Chapters, or Officio Assassinorum and so on. Then the said parchments would require a double confirmation. Not only to save your ass, but to ensure it was correct. Then the fourth category would be “odd/call the Inquisition.” They were the parchments filed with wrong numbers from previous matches or misspelling of the classification code. You did your best to update the classification code, but Emperor, it feels like you hardly made a difference. You often called the inquisition so you couldn’t be accused of aiding heresy. It came to a point that they agreed no guilt was in you should you unknowingly approve supplies for soon-to-be-traitors/heretics. “Your tea, Madame.”“Hn.” The floral flavor burst on your tongue, and the aroma vanquished the smell of ink and parchments. Illyan and her sisters moved parchments or delivered messages, most being ignored unless it was from someone that mattered. Parchment after parchment, you meticulously read the audits. The door was knocked again. You chose to be silent and signaled to your serf to not open the door. It was knocked again, a polite one at that. Despite it, you were still. >the door did not open when your answer was silence>you sighed and gestured your serf to open the door. >after a brief silence the person spoke “open the door, now, Alethia.”>the door opened itself
>>5472421>the door opened itself
>>5472421>you sighed and gestured your serf to open the door.
>>5472421>>the door opened itself
>>5472421>>you sighed and gestured your serf to open the door.
>>5472421>>after a brief silence the person spoke “open the door, now, Alethia.”
>>5472421>after a brief silence the person spoke “open the door, now, Alethia.”
>>5472434>>5472452>>5472438>>5472488>>5472575>>5472589Tie breaker please. Also, how are you all doing? It's almost thanks giving, hope you anons will have a good holiday. Off topic question of the day, what other thread do you guys go to other than /qst/? I go to /tg/Qst question: Aside from Roboute (my favorite Primarch ngl), which Primarch do you want to see returned?
>>5473020Vulkan due to his crafting or the Lion.
>>5472421>after a brief silence the person spoke “open the door, now, Alethia.”https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SECVGN4Bsgg
>>5473051>>5473056Alright tie breaker made, the question is still up for answering. Off topic question of the day: What other thread do you guys go to other than /qst/? I go to /tg/Qst question: Aside from Roboute (my favorite Primarch ngl), which Primarch do you want to see returned?
>>5473074/tg/, hanging out in /wbg/ and /cyoag/ (I've authored a few CYOAs), but I just mostly hang out here.Vulkan would be the coolest to have back if he didn't immediately try (and fail) to off himself again after seeing the state of the Imperium.
>>5473074sp, lit, vg, and vst
>>5473056>>5473051Tie breaker counted
“Open the door, Alethia.”Your blood ran cold. No no no, SHE’S HERE. You motion to your serfs to stand in line and prepare. You ordered Illyan to gather the stacks of parchments into neat piles. It was her. Your mentor, your tutor. Canoness-Errant Setheno. Her white hair shimmered underneath the lights above, and her armor gleamed menacingly. But most of all, it was her stern glare that kept you afraid- careful. Careful, not afraid. No, you weren’t afraid at all.“Altheia, open the door.” There was a short pause “Now.” OH FRAG. “Well what are you standing around for? Open the bloody door!” The giant double door, even large for tall astartes. At the center was the Abbess Sanctorum, and next to her was Setheno. The serfs bowed, while you remained standing at the center. You then bowed once they approached closer.“Abbess Sanctorum Morvenn Vahl. It is an honor to have you here.”“Hpmh,” she then gestured to Setheno.“Alethia.” Sister Setheno said.“S-s-sister Setheno. Good to see that you’re still so… so… uhm… ” You swallowed hard. “Very youthfu-”She did not look youthful, it looked like a land raider’s track marks replaced the wrinkles. “I hope you are in a good-”That somber frown of hers… it looked like she ate fun for breakfast and shitted out rusty bolter shells. “Your armor’s very…” Her armor needed an ironing out that not even Belisarius Cawl could fix it.>“Uh… you look very much alive.” >“Tea?”>“Sister Testatus says hi.”
>>5473219Please use this one to vote!Question still remains, but what I want to know more is: What primarch would you like to see returned?>“Uh… you look very much alive.”>“Tea?”>“Sister Testatus says hi.”>Write-in
>>5473225>“Tea?”On the previous question I only visit tg and quest and regarding to one of Anon's posts Vulcan is to precious for this galaxy.
>>5473225>"Sister Testatus says hi."
You sigh, you hated talking to Sororitas. They would not know fun if it bit them in the face, like the astartes, Sisters of Silence, adepts, High Lords, arbites, custodians, astropaths… Why is it that you were the only person that wanted remotely entertaining? Emperor, and it’s almost Sanguinala too… “Sister Setheno, Abbess Sanctorum Vahl, would you like some tea?”“Hot water will do.”You smile politely. “Of course, then I’ll have some for my-”“Indulgence of flesh will lead you astray, you will also have hot water. You look more bloated than the last time I saw you.” Sister Setheno said. Let that slide… deep breaths. “It’s just tea.” You gritted it out. “Do not talk back to me.” You sighed. “Yes Sister Setheno…”“And do not sigh like some mouth breathing mutant. Stand up straight, and must you wear such gaudy clothing?”Emperor preserve you. This was the worst. Here you were, your old tutor and the current Abbess Santorum with a glass of hot water. No no, it's fine. It’s not like you wanted some tea and biscuits. No, it’s fine. This is PERFECTLY FINE.“So, Sister Setheno, what business brings you here today?”“Must you always rush into politics? Your time here is granted by the Emperor, learn to cherish it not with work, but the grace he has given you such as time as this.” You wanted to point out that every sororitas technically worked endlessly with almost no free time. But then you’d be hit with the “it is our duty and our life is duty blah blah blah.” After an hour of silent prayed, you finally drank the now lukewarm water. “I received reports that you have been skipping exercises.”Must… fight the urge to… roll eyes.“I don’t have time for that, I have work.”“A body is like a temple, Alethia. The God-Emperor only blesses those with clean temples.”“I kno-”“You clearly don’t. Testatus is not just some hospitaller you call for whenever you need more medicae. She’s there to keep your spirit and body pristine.” “I’ll do better, Sister Setheno.” “And you look thin. Have you been eating?”She just called you fat and now skinny?“I… I’ve been eating. I promise.” “What troubles you? Lies are poison to the spirit and the first step to heresy.”“Decius IX Verse 20:22.” It was a habit. Though it wasn’t hard to memorize the Lectitio DivinitatusShe finally nodded in approval.“Speak your worries.” >“Cadia.” >“I… I don’t want to talk about it.” >Write-in
>>5473265She's known for being able to see corruption and lies at a glance, so lets not lie.>The logistics of the new rift are tiring and their implications are greatly troubling. But the Emperor protects, R-right? So why are you here?Deflect from the fact we're shit scared of her.
There was no point with lying to her. She could smell lies like you could see an error on the audit. “As you know there has been new rifts, small ones but it still causes trouble and the implications are greatly troubling. I had some scholars tell me there will be a much bigger one. The Emperor protects, but it still worries me.”“I understand your worry, but it is in these times you must be stronger, and your faith more stalwart than before.”You did not like the word “fate.” After reading long enough in the archive, located far below the Imperial Palace, you learn one or two things that kicked your faith’s groin. But you smile. Utter words like that, then you were sure you’d be declared heretic. Though it was true, the small but multiple rifts worried you. You’ve been in politics long enough. “I will. But I need to ask, why have you come? You’re a Canoness-Errant.”“I saw what you did, your roots are at Schola Progenium and the Ecclesiarchy. You should have put shrine worlds higher in priority.” “But-”“I’m well aware of your duties, I’m here to warn you that you should put priority on the Ecclesiarchy once in a while. Those power hungry fools are seeing you as a problem, especially after some of the reform you placed on them.”“You mean restrictions. I don’t know why you are here, the Sororita’s authority did not change.”“They still have connections. So be careful. Try not to, do you understand?”“Yes Sister Setheno.” “Good, I will see you again.” The day went on without other guests. Today’s work were done, and you had free time.>Go to the local chapel >Go to the secret imperial archive below >Walk around the imperial palace
>>5473804>Go to the secret imperial archive below
>>5473804>>Walk around the imperial palace
>>5473804>Walk around the imperial palace
tie breaker plz
>>5473804>Go to the secret imperial archive below It's seeeecret.
>>5474097tie breaker counted
The Imperial Secret Archive, it was a place that you were sure no one knew. Not even the inquisition. Through multiple corners, routes, and shortcuts, the stairs that lead down remained the same. The depth of the Imperial Palace, not too far where it smelled like something died, but deep enough to have the mysterious atmosphere. The cavern glowed in warm amber, and like a great maze, the shelfs of the archive stretched like the fires of war. It was here that you learned the true history of Horus Heresy. The Emperor’s wish to eradicate religion, and even some portraits made by the Remembrancers during the Great Crusade. This wasn’t hoarding, it wasn’t as if you weren’t denying anyone entry. If they didn’t know how was this your fault?In the usual corner, you lay down the soft blanket and a bottle of water and reach for the next archive. You were reading about the Great Crusades, the 501st part that is. You were actually 1.549.998.M32, though there wasn't anything interesting about it. The Great Crusade era and the Horus Heresy era have always been the most fun to read.Then there was a sudden thump. Heavy footsteps you know well of, the custodes. On one hand, you weren’t sure if they would be tolerant of your presence, or they would kill you. Either way, you needed to go, now. >Wait until the custodes leave>Try to sneak out >Act like you belong here >Write-in
>>5474351>>Act like you belong hereChances are they already know we're here.
>>5474351>Act like you belong herethey know we are here and there is know way we can hide from them
>>5474351>>Act like you belong here
>>5474351>Act like you belong here
But… Can you out-sneak a custodian? Thinking about it, running away would make you look guiltier. Not to mention, you were ninety percent sure that they knew you come here. They are the Adeptus Custodes, the Talons of The Emperor. You were sure they had an eye on you wherever you went. You stood up and placed your hands together. The steps came closer… and closer… until you saw the golden armor appear.He looked down at you.And you looked up.After a few seconds, he continued whatever custodians do. You suppose… your presence did not matter. You stayed inside the archive longer. You finally pick up on M36, the date of the 21st founding, the “cursed founding” as it was referred to. The Lamenters, Minotaurs, and The Black Dragons were the “lucky” chapters. Poor Lamenters…Though… maybe it was a time for a new founding. Though you very mouch doubted you’d live until the new founding even takes a step with the High Lords. But casualty rate of astartes spoke otherwise. And with Cadia’s fall, it would not be so difficult. You rolled up your blanket and headed for the stairs. When you returned to your office, there was a sealed parchment. Your serf said it was from an “important individual.” The sealed parchment was from your master. The parchment was about a new task. >Your task was to arrange and plan the ball, a show of might of the Administartum >Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum >Your task was to gather information on the Ecclesiarchy, and the relation between them and the Schola Progenium >Your task was to mediate between the Inquisition and the Space Wolf, it seemed there was a close for a violent incident. As you dealt with both, and have no bias for both, you were asked.
>>5474572>Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento MunitorumI sense opportunity for high-class shenanigans and messing with the noblesMiscellaneous question, when and where are we in the galaxy? Since we're in M41 after the fall of Cadia, I assume we're in the Imperium Sanctus sometime after the Indomitus Crusade.
>>5474572>>Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum
>>5474572>Your task was to gather information on the Ecclesiarchy, and the relation between them and the Schola Progenium
>>5474572>Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum
>>5474572>>Your task was to arrange and plan the ball, a show of might of the Administartum
>>5474572>Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum>>5474585we are only days after the fall of cadia in a secret library of the emperor's palace on holy terra
>>5474844Seems I need to improve my reading comprehension. Anyway, that could be very very bad if the Noctis Aeterna is still in progress and the Battle of Lion's Gate is yet to happen and makes going to a ball in the middle of it all the more amusing
>>5474572>>Your task was to arrange and plan the ball, a show of might of the AdministartumSeems the like the kind of political nonsense the boss would have us do.
>>5474868The Great Rift/Days of Blinding did not occur yet. No need t worry for now.
>>5475269Didn't it kick off very-soon-to-immediately after the destruction of Cadia?
This was no lie, a boast, but you were the best. The prettiest, the youngest, and the smartest in all of the Administratum. Without you, there would be no Administratum. You deserved to be the Master of The Administratum and not that lazy piece of shit THAT NEEDS TO BE SHOT BY BOLTERS UNTIL-Anyhow.You are the most recognized adept of the Administratum, therefore the Departmento Munitorum at large. Going to a ball would not be your first time. If you’ve gone to one, you’ve gone to the rest. Luxury, fancy food, and the barbed tongues covered in velvet. You hated parties. There was never a point of it other than a measuring of one’s wealth.Unfortunately, work was work. After cleaning your office and ensuring your adepts could handle the work to come, and the plan should the warp travel goes astray (which never happened). You got your usual dress, had your hospitallers, astropaths, and guards ready to go.However… there was a pleasant surprise. “Chapter Master Phoros, may I help you?” “Madame Undersecretary, I hear that you will be traveling. If I may…”For an astartes and a chapter master, he sure spoke humbly.“I would like to lend you a squad of my own astartes. As a good gesture of faith. I have not forgotten the gift and your kindness.”So he did remember. Yes… after much reading on the 21st Founding, you fell into a hole of intrigue on the Lamenters. How can one chapter be so unlucky yet still remained loyal? Among the Lamenters, there were other chapters you were unashamedly had preference over.You could already hear Testatus’s sermons of the ‘mutants’ that were the astartes. To be fair, you could just say no. After all, you could have them defend the junction worlds. >Accept the Lamenter marines>Refuse them
>>5475276Not sure when it exactly happened, for the sake of the qst I'll hold off on it till I need to.
>>5475278>>Accept the Lamenter marinesIt'd be very rude not to accept them, the chapter master himself is lending us them, it's not every day someone gets a personal squad of space marines. Maybe we can use them to scare away anyone too annoying at the ball.
>>5475278>Accept the Lamenter marines
>>5475278>>Accept the Lamenter marines
>>5475278>Accept themLuck shouldn't strike bad, right? Anyway, with the glorious us, there's no need to fear luck.
>>5475395>>5475376>>5475320>>5475296>>5475285I hope you anons are feeling lucky. Votes counted.
>>5476126We punks are feeling lucky
Rolled 97 (1d100)>>5476126rolling for luck
>>5476133bad luck btfo
“I will accept your offer kindly, thank you.”“I am glad. I wish you luck.”After having the ship changed to accommodate the astartes, your astropaths, finding the navigator, and the usual party, it took longer than you’d liked. Then you were told the “machine spirit” was in a bad mood. You looked at the tech priest, as if you understood the mood of the spirits.“I understand… and how long will it take?”The tech priest clicked and hissed its pressurized air. You tolerated them, and their knowledge was to be respected. Secretly, you’ve been fixing your own things without much of their help. It was from the Secret Archives that you learned much about machines, the Dark Age of Technology that is. “It will take considerable time, the machine spirit is displeased for unknown reasons.”If humanity could create them before the Adeptus Mechanicus so could you. You’re a genius for Emperor’s sake. Whether the machine spirit is real or not, as long as you take care of the tools at hand that’s all seemed to matter. “So how long are we talking about here or does this depend on the machine spirit?”“Correct. I cannot speak for the machine spirit.”Thank the Emperor that your office and the nearest port was not far. “Well, I’ll leave it to you then. When it is finished please contact me.” You sighed then turned to your entourage. “Alright, dismissed for now. This is gonna take a while. I’ll be in my office.” This left you with hours to kill, if you were lucky. Knowing the rituals of the Mechanicus, half a day would be the norm. Talk about bad luck…“By the way… why aren’t you leaving? I thought I dismissed everyone.” “We are assigned to protect you, Madame. We go wherever you go.”That’s just lovely…>Try to dismiss them, again with the offer of temporary residence. >Return to your office. Maybe there’s some stuff you can do while you wait>Return to your “home” office and rest.>Write-in
>>5476410>>Try to dismiss them, again with the offer of temporary residence.
>>5476410>>Return to your “home” office and rest.
tie breakers fellas
>>5477011Who is "Them" again?
>>5477021Ah.>>Try to dismiss them, again with the offer of temporary residence.Some privacy would be nice.
>>5477032>>5476865>>5476429Since these are astartes we're talking about and since this is the Lamenters. Let's make it fun. Roll a d100, if above 80 (being nice here) I'll let it happen.
Rolled 37 (1d100)>>5477141Bet.
Rolled 10 (1d100)Lol forgot the roll
Third time's the charm, one more roll anons.
Rolled 32 (1d100)>>5477160I'll do it again so we can get the ball rolling
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>5477160
Rolled 31 (1d100)>>5477141
“Astartes, I understand you have your duty but so do I.” You said commandingly. “But I also want privacy. I can find accommodation for you until we move.”“I’m afraid we cannot do that, Madame.” The astartes said. “We have our mission.”“This is Terra, in the vicinity of the Imperial Palace. There are plenty of guards between here and my office.”They did not reply, as if you could see their face beneath their helmet. You sighed. Just like their unbreakable armor, you couldn’t convince them. “To my office it is then…”Having some astartes following was not rare, but not common either, right in the middle. The Minotaurs, being the High Lords’ attack servitor they were, escorted you from time to time. By the Lamenters? The sons of the Sanguinius? First time. The crowds either moved out of the way or knelt, praying. Without serfs, adepts or your assistants, you forget how big your office was. Even with the five astartes inside. You assume it’d take twenty or so space marines to reach the ceiling, and one hundred more to fill up your office. You sit on the recliner synth-leather chair.“So, what are your names?”“I am Veteran Sergeant Feratu Nost.” Feratu said. “This is Tepes Delarus, Vladimir Camarillo, Brune Malkavian, and Tramir Fen.”He says this as if you could tell the differences from their armor. Except for the Veteran Sergeant with his helmet and the arrow on his pauldron. “It is an honor to be in your presence, and to be guarded by such illustrious astartes. It is reassuring to be in your care.”The Veteran Sergeant nodded. “We will leave you to your work.” The one with the gruff voice with a professional tone was Tepes.“You won’t even know that we’re here, Madame.” The one with the pip in his voice, was Vladimir. Now you just need to hear Tepes, Brune, and Tramir’s voice. Even then… you weren’t sure if you could tell who was who. You can figure that out later at the ship. >Have them help around>Sleep in your room >Try to figure out now >Write-inUpdate: Fucked my arm in the gym, replies might be slow.
>>5477762>>Sleep in your room
>>5477762>Sleep in your roomcan we give them armbands with their initials on or summat
>>5477762>Have them help around
>>5477762>Try to figure out nowIt's best to get to know our entourage before it gets embarrassing.Also>Mark all but the Veteran Sergeant with unique identifiers.
>>5477762>Figure it out nowThen we can get some work done.
>>5477762>>Try to figure out now
This wasn’t going to stand. As you always wisely, intelligently, sagely, beautifully, and eloquently said: “Better to solve the problem now than later.” Marking the armor itself would be an offense. So what should be the right idea? Then as always, you have a great idea. Then the idea came in. There were some sashes and fabric you had left. Some being gifts and others just you bought on a whim. When you were the speaker for the Administratum, you could just buy anything. Though you curbed that habit, kind of. You exit from your home-office room with a box of colorful sashes and fabrics. “There.” The astartes all looked at you.“And this is?”“I don’t have a tactical display so I can’t tell who is who. So you’ll each wear a sash armband.”Then they all looked at one another, then to the Sergeant. With an approving nod from the Sergeant, their shoulders slightly slumped.“Can we pick out the colors?” “Of course not. Now your helmets take it off.”“Madame?” One of them said. “Well how am I supposed to pick your sash’s color if I can’t find what suits you?” Your rummaged through the box. “I got eminence, castleton, velvet, cerise, magenta… oh even bubblegum!”“What on Terra is a bubblegum?” You hear one of them whisper. “This must be a human female thing.” You roll your eyes. Why can’t astartes have some semblance of having some kind of fun? “We will not take off our helmets.” Sergeant Nost said. “You can, however, choose our colors.”“Yes, but how am I supposed to when it can’t match your eyes and face?”“You’ll have to make do.” Sergeant Nost said firmly.And so you did, much to your displeasure. >Look at some parchments>Clean your office (by that meaning, having serfs clean your office)>Sleep>Try to get to know them, ask them about (insert topic)
>>5478190>>Try to get to know them, ask them about (insert topic)Ask them how many formal balls they've been too, and what their favorite food is.
>>5478190>Work>Also inquire as to what formal abilities they possess.
>>5478194Support. Most unlikely romance ever?
Kinda curious, do you guys want an astartes romance option? Lore wise it'd be impossible but you know qst and all that. Also waiting for a tie breaker
>>5478401no, I just want them to get ready for being shown off at the ball, and to make sure it has something they like available.
>>5478401It's a joke I think
>>5478402>>5478407Whew, for a second there I was confused. Anyways that's good. Waiting for a tie breaker and will have a poll to figure out what you anons prefer.
>>5478190>>Look at some parchments
>>5478190>Look at some parchments
You weren’t happy with the look, but it’s not like you could do more. With nothing you can do, you decide to look at some parchments. At the left side of your desk, there was a small pipe that ran all the way up to the ceiling, this pipe connected to the lower levels where menials could deliver the parchments. “Light reading, give me the latest. Oh and some teas and sweet pastries.”“At once, madame.”“Light reading, you sure like to keep yourself busy Madame.”“It’s better to be busy than to be idle of mind.” You said with a simple shrug. “That and my adepts have much to learn. After I pass away they will be the next generation to keep the Imperium.”“Will you not get rejuvenation?”“I will, I’m sure I have no choice in it. But creating competent adepts is also an important job. But living for that long… well whatever.”Once the light reading material arrived, they looked somewhat surprised. After all, your definition and the normal definition of “light reading” differed. Even the tech priests were baffled at how much you read.“That’s… quite the light reading you have.” Vladimir said.“Vladimir, do not get yourself distracted.” Tepes said. “Alright alright.” With the parchments delivered you began to read, seeing if there are any errors on manifests or messages you got. Working time, roll d100 three times will take the highest. 1 - 10 4 Degree of success11- 25 3 Degree of success26- 50 2 Degree of success51 - 75 1 Degree of success75 - 90 No Success90- 100 You fucked up
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>5478723
Rolled 47 (1d100)>>5478723
Rolled 50 (1d100)>>5478723
Wait, hold up>will take the highestEvery extra roll will make it WORSE. You morons are lucky you had a tight spread, so if you get a good roll, don't roll more. Ah, who am I kidding, baiting players like that works 200% of the time.
>>5478935Perhaps the QM made a mistake?
>>5478935>>5478972When I mean the highest, I meant the highest degree of success. For example, if someone got 1 that mean that's the highest degree of success. So in this case I'll be taking 26.
>>5479099Ok. Might want to clarify that next time, I still have bad memories of rolls where it really was worst of 3.
You yawn lightly, finally feeling the oncoming fatigue bearing on your shoulders. Dealing with senate lords, Generals, Prefects, and Chartist Captains, did not bother you as such. This was your job after all. Speaking of Chartist Captains…“This is preposterous!” You wanted to sigh and smack the man. However he was a subordinate to a subordinate to the Speaker of the Merchant Fleet. “This was a transaction directly with the planetary governor, and I see no tithes made to the Imperial Treasury with your name. Therefore we cannot compensate you, Captain.”“But this was for business with the governor!”“If you wanted protection you should have paid the Treasury a tithe with the percentage of the goods, and report in what you were carrying. Though it is curious that you have not done so for quite a while.”“The business of the Merchant Fleet is none of the Administratum’s concern!”“Your business dealings however, are my concerns.”You loved this part the most, slowly strangling him by wrapping him like a serpent.
“Let’s see, the absence of cargo manifest reports yet you have plenty of port passes...” You chuckle, “I’m sure the Adeptus Arbites would love to know why you have been doing so much business with governors yet so little reports.” “This… this is a threat!”“Threat? My dear Captain, it’s only a threat if I have substantial information against you.” You continued to grin. “I do, but that’s beside the point. Of course, you are free to act as you wish, but your actions will have consequences.”“You… you…”The Merchant Captain turned around and stomped out. “Ta ta~” You smirked then sipped on your tea.“So, when you said light reading, this is your definition of light reading. That’s rather impressive, for a chi- a young one.” Vladimir said.You let go of the tongue slip.“I’m not the Serpent for nothing.” You said with pride. “Serpent?”“That’s what they call me. The Serpent of The Administratum.”“That’s not usually a compliment.”“I’d sooner they fear the consequence than to think they can outsmart me. “Many tried and not one had yet to succeed.”“You are a fearsome girl.”“Girl” You didn’t like that word. Here you are, the second most powerful position in the entire Imperium. Yet, you are treated like a little girl being praised for scooping up scraps and throwing it in the furnace. But, you were a bigger person, (metaphorically).“Hn.” You huffed lightly. It was then the door opened once more. Sister Testatus and her other battle sisters arrived.“Oh, hello Sister.”“Alethia, the ship’s ready. It’s time to go.” Inside the ship, you first made sure the rooms of you and your servants were well made. After that, you let the others do their job. You rested on the bundle of pillows you designated as “Undersecretary Only.” It was difficult but you managed to convince the astartes to give you privacy for a moment.“You still have a taste of a gaudy noble.”“Hey Testatus.” “Why do you have those astartes with you?”“The Chapter Master gave them to me.”“And why is that?”“I gave the chapter master a gift so I guess this is his thanks.”Testatus pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. “How many times have I told you not to engage in unnecessary interaction with the astartes?”“I was supposed to count?” “Alethia…” She huffed. “The Lamenters are a cursed chapter. You know their history… is that why-”“They’re unlucky, being cursed doesn’t have to do with them. There’s no shred of evidence of it.”“Pitying is the first of many steps into heresy, Alethia.”You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Heresy… you were sure if the Emperor was here he would not be happy of such stupid word. You’d show her the archive, if the custodes would allow it. Then again knowing the Sororitas, they’d burn it. >Skip to the planet>Don’t skip
“Aren’t you pitying me right now though?”“Is that so?”Oh.Oh no. “You know little Alethia, I suppose you are right.”“I… I am?”“Yes. Get dressed. I have been soft on you. We’re running.”“No I won’t.”“Do you want me to let Canoness-Errant know? You can have her give you a round of exercise.”Your blood ran cold. You immediately rummaged through your clothes for a simple shirt and pants. You’d rather have her punish you than Canoness Errant. Last time, she made you jog 4 kilometers. There was no way you'd do that again. “Exactly… what are we doing?”“I’ll see if you have been keeping my instruction. We will first do some simple exercises.” Palms sweaty, weak knees, arms are heavy, there’s vomit going to come out. You were going to die.“You have been slacking off.”You finally caught up to Testatus.“Your…” You wheeze iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin, then ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut. “Standards are… too high.” “Alethia, you’ve been running for only five minutes.” WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE“This wouldn’t have happened if you kept up with the program.” She said dryly. “Suck… on a… pipe.”“Can you make it back on your own?”>“No… Vladimir. Carry me.”>“No… carry me.”>“Yes.” (roll with 4 degree of success to succeed) 1 - 10 4 Degree of success11- 25 3 Degree of success26- 50 2 Degree of success51 - 75 1 Degree of success75 - 90 No Success90- 100 You fucked up
>>5479880>>“No… Vladimir. Carry me.”
>>5479880>“No… Vladimir. Carry me.”I'm an asthmatic bureaucrat, not an athlete dammit!also hey, you look familiar
>>5479880>Vladimir heeeeeeeelpI chuckled.
>>5479880>“No… Vladimir. Carry me.”
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>5479880>“Yes.” (roll with 4 degree of success to succeed)if we don't make it we can get vladimir to carry us the rest of the way.
“Can you make it back on your own?” She said, as if she can’t see you dying.“Vladimir, I…” You wheezed. “I order you to carry me.”Vladimir glanced back at his battle-brothers. All shrugged or did not say anything.“Come on…” “Just do it.” Veteran Sergeant Nost said.Vladimir, confused and in his power armor went to touch you, but you recoiled and yelped. The power armor… It was so cold against your skin.“Looks like you can’t handle anything that requires precision, brother.” Malkavian said. “Very funny.” Vladimir said. After bringing some warmed up tarp, you put it over his pauldron and sat on it. You could get used to this. You returned to your room and after a luxurious shower (in the standard of being in a ship), you laid on your bed. More tired than ever in your life.Thank the Emperor the planet was not so far.>Skip to the planet >Go bother the scions >Go bother the astartes
>>5480537>>Skip to the planet
>>5480537>Skip to the planet
Eloquintus I, it was a place any governors, nobles, and officials would commit heresy to go to. The elite of the elite can only attend. Fabricator Generals, Lord Commanders, Masters of an Officio, those who can pull a part of the Imperium with a noticeable power. You of course, were among then, anyone in your presence would be lower than you. Once the ship landed, you saw through the window what was a procession preparation. Golden carpet, servants on each side, as well as a small band. With a pressurized hiss, the hangar door opened, and you in your dress. Behind you were the sisters, Illyan, and the astartes. It was quite the retinue. “Quite the change of pace, eh brother?” Vladimir said.“Hmph.” Tramir said.“These humans pursuit nothing but pleasure.” Malkavian said disdainfully.The man walked briskly, a smile that was disgustingly sweet and bootlicking. A man made of bones and skin, lodged with metal and ugly hair-dos. The man first bowed deeply, then looked up.“Madame, I am honored that you are here on my- the planet I am in charge of.” Hmph. In your hand was a gold and pearls, it was not an actual fan but a metal one made with adaus, a strong metal yet almost weightless. >You whipped opened the fan and covered the lower half of your face with a cold but cordial gaze. This was not a call of pleasantries, this was an affair to deal with. “I give you my Greetings, governor.” >You did not open your fan, but smiled politely. “I am happy to be invited, governor. How are your children?” >Write-in
>>5480879>You whipped opened the fan and covered the lower half of your face with a cold but cordial gaze. This was not a call of pleasantries, this was an affair to deal with. “I give you my Greetings, governor.”
>>5480879>>You did not open your fan, but smiled politely. “I am happy to be invited, governor. How are your children?”The noble game is distasteful yet it is a game we must play.
>>5480879>You did not open your fan, but smiled politely. “I am happy to be invited, governor. How are your children?”Play The Game. I'm sure we don't think much of it either, Malks.
Not counting the vote, but being professional/indifferent is also playing "the game" you don't always have to be polite.
>>5481121*not counting the vote yet
>>5480879>You Whipped the fan openMake our approval a prize to be won. It costs. . absolutely nothing to us, and dangles a false carrot for anyone to pluck and which we can discard at any time
>>5480879>>You whipped opened the fan and covered the lower half of your face with a cold but cordial gaze. This was not a call of pleasantries, this was an affair to deal with. “I give you my Greetings, governor.”We are much more important than him, he needs to know that.
>>5481157>>5481132>>5480894Now you anons are getting it, votes counted
With a flick of your wrist, the face snapped open. You covered the lower half of your face with the metal fan. A sign that he was a business acquaintance. This was not a call of pleasantries. This, under the thin veil of a party, was still a court affairs. Nothing more, nothing less. “Governor, I give you my greetings.” The governor clasped his hands and bowed. A serf approached, pushing a trolley filled with refreshments. “Yes, yes. Your dress is glistening with beauty, if I may say. Would you like some refreshments? Perhaps for your… companions?”The astartes remained silent, as did the rest. “No need, lead me to my room.” “Right away, Madame.”Your room was large, gaudy, and accommodations were made for the rest. The party was soon to began. You dressed into your formal uniform. One good thing about being an adept was that you were expected to wear a uniform. It made the headache of picking gowns and dresses a breeze. An hour or so was left before the party would begin. >Wait in your room>Take a walk in the garden>Write-in
>>5481346>>Take a walk in the garden
>>5481346>Take a walk in the garden
The garden had some people lingering about. There were light refreshments, crackers with vegetable toppings, light alcohol, and some sandwiches. In times like these, people would approach, if not for the astartes and the sisters behind you. Ideally, this would be the usual. Armed sisters of battle and astartes making it known that you did not want to be bothered. But you could’ve done that by having your fan cover your nose and lips. You were acting as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum, after all, you were the Master of that office. You were invite to be representative, which meant answering some questions to concerned nobles and telling them in the most eloquent way to go suck on a barrel of a lasgun and pull the trigger with their toe. “Sergeant, is it really necessary for you to follow me everywhere?”“Yes, the cha-”“Yes yes, the chapter master told you so.” You roll your eyes. “Riveting orator you are. Sister Testatus, why are you with me?”“You know why.”“I genuinely don’t.” You said completely confused“Then I will say it, you’re with astartes from a cursed chapter, and a former penitent. I’m here to ensure if anything happens I’ll get you to safety quickly. Either away from the harm, or from them.”You really wish the Sororitas were taught not to be so damn aggressive to anyone that didn’t fit their views. Thankfully, the Lamenters kept their silence, probably because they’re used to those insults.
“Oh no, what horrors. How dare they repent for their mistakes and come back alive then continue to serve faithfully?” You said flatly. “While I appreciate the protection, I still need to be approachable so I can fulfill my duty as the representative of the Administratum. Surely that’s understandable?” “Fine then, your rosarius will protect you, but-”“I know I know, shout if I’m attacked.” You begin to walk in the flower maze, you saw faunas that have been imported all across the Imperium worlds. Onec you were deeper into the gardens, the adventuring side emerged and began to search for more quiet places. There, you saw a lone man, dressed in the Imperial Navy Officer uniform. Quite a handsome man too, square jaw, steely eyes, and well built frame. You were going to walk past, but stepping on the branch produced an audible crunch. “Oh? I thought I was the only one here. Are you lost, young lady?”“Young lady?” You said annoyedly, did he not know who you are? Also you were not young, you were twenty one years old. “Oh pardon me, I meant no offense, my lady. You must be old enough to be here after all. I am Captain Arthur Gilles-Duparte.Gilles-Duparte, a familiar name. His father was Orsen Gilles-Duparte, Lord Admiral of the Imperial Navy. Arthur bowed instead of saluting, you forgave him since it was rather adorable that he didn’t know who you are. He stayed in his bow, hand on his heart and slightly bending forward, he offered his hand so he can kiss your hand… what a flirterer. “Charmed.” You said politely. “Might I be honored with your name, my lady?”>You whipped your fan open and lightly fanned your face. “Alethia Altair Amadeus, Undersecretary of The Administratum, and Master of the Departmento Munitorum.” >“Already asking for my name, you are an eager one, Captain. Where would be the fun in that?”>Write-in
>>5481799>Already asking for my name? aren't you an eager one Captain.>What brings a captain all the way to Eloquintus I? The shrubs and roses perhaps?Don't put him on guard, just yet. Unguarded speech is best, and any offense he makes now we can capitalise on later.
>>5481799>>“Already asking for my name, you are an eager one, Captain. Where would be the fun in that?”
>>5481799>“Already asking for my name, you are an eager one, Captain. Where would be the fun in that?”Our name carries baggage. Best to get a measure of people before they know it.
>>5481799>“Already asking for my name, you are an eager one, Captain. Where would be the fun in that?”>What brings a captain all the way to Eloquintus I? The shrubs and roses perhaps?
>>5481925Counted along with the extra >What brings a captain all the way to Eloquintus I? The shrubs and roses perhaps?Also, would you prefer the main story to be shelved off for Sanguinala special side quest?
>>5482345when this arc is over, sure.
The mix of all flora wafted in the air. Though it compared nothing to the scent of ink and parchment, the pink hue of the air spread like unfurled silk in the sky. The soft yet ceramite-hard smile hid your true thoughts for now,“Already asking for my name, you are an eager one, Captain. Where would be the fun in that?” You placed the tip of the folded fan and lightly tapped your chin. “I do wonder… What brings a captain all the way to Eloquintus I? The shrubs and roses perhaps?”Arthur chuckle, the richly deep baritone of his voice rolled out gently. “My father, the Lord Admiral, is here as well, so I thought to accompany him.”“How diligent.” “Might I ask who you are accompanying? So I may speak to you on a level you deserve, my lady.”“Oh? I didn’t know I could be more polite than you are now.”“I can be, very, polite.”“Is this an invitation?” “Would you like it to be.”A shameless one, isn’t he? Then again, most Imperial militant personnel were like this. Their lives were on loan everyday, without knowing when they had to pay back in the service of the Imperium. Arthur extended his hand again, you replied by placing the tip of your hand fan on his open palm. “Unfortunately, I have other affairs to tend to. Good day, Captain.” Before the party began, you were asked an audience with the governor when you had the time to spare, alone. This was the perfect opportunity. Inside his office, you sat on his chair and he sat across his own desk. He did so without your request, at least he knew his place. The request was rather simple.“That is a difficult thing to ask, while they are here to serve me, they answer to their own superiors.” “Yes… but they will make others uncomfortable. Please Madame, I beg of you. Just do not have them in the party area, I can ensure that they will get proper accommodation. They will intimidate the other attendees.” On one hand, it made sense. Since this was a business travel you needed to be accessible. Which meant not intimidating others to not approach you, as much as you wanted that. On the other hand… the protection is rather nice, if not a little overdone. What should you do, play the game the way it's meant to be played? Or not play at all? >Agree to not have them follow you>Deny the request
>>5482576>>Agree to not have them follow you
>>5482576>Agree to not have them follow. Instead have them directly outside or in the next room so they can respond quickly should anything happen. Also bring Sergeant Med-Rum as your guest to the party.
>>5482576>Agree to not have them follow. Instead have them directly outside or in the next room so they can respond quickly should anything happenmaybe have them around the garden or on the very edges of the party grounds so they can respond, also have a communication device in a small purse should we can contact them when ever we need it
>>5482576>Agree to not have them follow you
>>5482576>Agree to have them not follow us.>Have them stationed outside as an honour guard/just the sergeant as a guest insideWe do actually need to play, it's why we're here. But demonstrating our power can be done this way, with a visible presence that isn't . . too unsettling
While the idea of no one approaching you and leaving you to enjoy the food in peace was grand, once again you reminded yourself that this was work. It sucked, oh yes it did. However, you agreed with him, on the account that they’d be nearby. Since that’d be the only way they would agree. It took much convincing but after agreeing on having that clunky looking communicator, an agreement was reached. Half an hour before the party, the astartes were outside of your room, completely content with not resting or being in their room. There was a small platter for you to eat. The interior of the palace was thankfully tall, allowing the astartes to move with you. “Sergeant, does your brothers speak Baale?” “Yes.” “Good, I will be using it to communicate with you. I doubt there are others that do.”The Sergeant stopped. Despite their helmet, you could see his surprise. “You speak the tongue of Baal?”“I speak many languages, Sergeant. It’s part of my job to know. Will that suffice?” “Yes… yes it will.” “What else do you speak?” Vladimir said in an uncharacteristic excitement. “It’s better to list what I don’t speak, than to list what I do.” You said very very humbly. “I am special after all.”“Well… then what don’t you speak?”You paused, actually wondering if there was a language you didn’t know. “I suppose I can't talk to animals.” “And?”“That’s it.” Your shrugged. “What- are you serious? You’re telling me you speak every language there is?”“The Adepta Sororitas of Ordo Dialogous speaks about a hundred languages as well.” You said. That’s how you learned most of the languages as well, the sisters of Ordo Dialogous were the one who taught you the dialogues, xeno languages, and the art of deciphering languages. You even read some “heretical” texts as well, with the help of the sisters. Frankly… you had no idea what they were talking about. Most likely, they gave you some weak ones just to satisfy you, not like they could tell you no after all. “I admit, I hear little of them.”“Well they’re basically a bunch of boring and overbearing commissars without the fancy hat.”“Alethia, do you not have a party to attend to?” Testatus said. “Yeah yeah… I’ll be going.” You were at the entrance of the party, a large gold and pearl double door was shut in front of you. The fancily dressed menials opened the double door, then blew the horn, reserved for extra special guests. “Presenting, Alethia Altair Amadeus. The Undersecretary of The Administratum and The Master of Departmento Munitorum.” You slowly began to descend the stairs, bow to the crowd, and looked for a spot to stand in. Oh, Lord High Admiral is here. >Be in the corner>Take a seat with the ladies>Get some food>Speak to the Lord High Admiral>Write-in
>>5483905>>Speak to the Lord High Admiral
>>5483905>>Get some food
>>5483905>Speak with the admiralAnd damn, this woman is skilled.
>>5483905>Speak to the Lord High Admiralfug, I just realised I made a dnd character a couple months back with the initials AAA and the middle name of Altair. Spoopy.also my man QM goes through aliases like Russia goes through conscripts.
>>5483905>Speak to the Lord High Admiral I want to see his reaction, he must be freaking out right
>>5484356>>5484170>>5484103I'm putting Digital Goddess on hold for now. Or which one do you know me for?>>5484094>>5483922 Votes counted
>>5484358Mostly that one plus P&B and Imperator Academy (RIP). Just how many other things have you done under different names?
>>5484399One day I'll restart Imperators Academy... one day. I did that one so impatiently and shittily.
One of the important strategies in court life in “Don’t Talk To Me” ideal, was to speak to someone who held high positions. If the people saw you conversing with them, they’d surely assume it was something important therefore, not to be bothered. Just as planned. Truly, even you fear your own intellect.The people made way as you walked, then you waited politely for his conversation to end. Taking notice, the other diplomats and officers left. The Lord High Admiral, an officer with the grit to back up his rank, was one of them. You never talked to him per say, but his reputation spoke for him. The High Admiral looked forward, then down, being the tall man he is. You saw scars on his face, and the cybernetic eyes shining under the chandelier light. Despite all of his ordeals, he was still a friendly man. He first bowed.“Ah, Madame, greetings.”You bowed.“Greetings to you High Admiral.” You said politely. “Seeing by the uniform, I'm going to assume you’re here for work?”“Unfortunately. Are you?” You said. “No, I’m acquainted with the friend of the governor. I’m mostly a mantle piece more than a guest.” The man chuckled. “My men deserved a time off so I thought this was a good opportunity.” “Voidsmen on a shore leave in a pleasure planet, sounds like trouble brewing already.” You said with a chuckle.“Perhaps.” The High Admiral laughed as well.>Stand in the social area, and do your job >Get some food>Mingle in the “ladies only area”
>>5484458>Get some foodHaving food with you is either a great conversation-starter or makes people think you don't want to chat.
>>5484458>>Stand in the social area, and do your job
>>5484458> Mingle in the “ladies only area”Some information on everyone here is nice since the lord high admiral seems to not show any reaction
>>5484458>>Get some food
>>5484458>Mingle in the “ladies only area”
>>5484701>>5484623>>5484465>>5484627I'll need a tie breaker here.
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>5484737how 'bout we flip a coin? If we don't get a tiebreak soon, 1 for food, 2 for ladies
>>5484742Sounds good, food it is until a tie breaker arrives. I'll set an alarm for an hour. I don't like leaving things to a dice.
>>5484742An hour passed, ">Get some food" it is
At the platter table, you looked over what was available. Some crackers with various topping, mini-sandwiches, mini-cakes, and even some small pastries. With a platter on one hand, you stood nearby and enjoyed your food. You made an effort to show your chewing, then no one would bother you as much. Though you couldn’t stay there forever, you had to move sometimes. You saw the eyes of the people, all waiting until you finished your meal. Emperor save your patience, you weren’t ready to deal with them. However, all good things had to come to an end. You placed the platter down, and walked somewhere else, though you could see the people following you. Maybe you could rely on the High Admiral again. Most of them you assumed were the governors, you had to lose some of them.>Try to lose them>Talk to every one of them, it’s your job
>>5485385>Do your jobThe emperor abhores the slacker.
>>5485385>Talk to every one of them, it’s your job
>>5485385>>Talk to every one of them, it’s your job
>>5485385>Talk to every one of them, it’s your jobFine, we can't avoid it no more
>>5486014>>5485552>>5485508>>5485462>>5485411>The emperor abhores the slacker.Yeeeup
>>5486123>says the biggest couch potato in the galaxy
The Emperor abhor slackers. Certainly, you were not one of them “-that is why you cannot expect my world’s output to go higher. This set tithe is too much for us.” The governor said in a stupid manner.The world’s output was well, you knew that and also knew he made more gelt by selling to some forge worlds with the extra that was left, and now he’s crying about it. He was not a bad governor per say, the living situation in his world was rather average in the standard of the agri-world. You just disliked how much of an absolute child he is now.“Hmm.” You looked at what to eat next.Why was he complaining so much anyways? It’s not like he’s the one doing all the farming. “Undersecretary Amadeus, so will you reconsider?”“No.” “Wha- why?”“Your planet is at an optimum level of output with other planets with the same condition as your planet. You are making the quota on a steady rate as well, the reasons you gave me are concerned with finance regarding your own pocket, am I wrong?”“I don’t know what you- I have no idea in this… this…” He choked his words. “Do not try to play this game with me.” You tossed in the mini cake, hmm… quite sweet. “I know why you’re upset. Actually, I think I will decrease the tithe for you back to its previous and have some become exports to other planets that needs it more. With those extra gelts why don’t you increase the living standard for your people?”“Well… that I can do. Yes.”“Good. I’ll send an overseer. I’ll expect better results, and don’t think I’ll forget, governor. I have an excellent memory.” You gave a plastic smile. “Anything else of your concern?”“No.” The governor gritted his teeth. “I do not.” You wanted to die. There were still mro after you made an example of the governor. Three hours. Three. Emperor damned hours. Then a familiar voice entered, along with a presence important enough to disperse the nobles. “Hard at work I see.” “High Admiral.” You sigh. “Yes, yes I am. I’m guessing you also have something to discuss as well?”“I’ll discuss anything you’d like, if it means getting away from the nobles.” “I thought you’d be used to them by now.”“I am, but that doesn’t mean I have to be with them when there is a better company. I don’t know how you managed to deal with each of them so patiently.” “I know when I need to work, simple as that.” >Talk to him about the on-going of the navy after establishing defence back in Terra>Ask him about any news from expeditionary fleets about new habitable planets>Write-in
>>5486160>Ask him about any news from expeditionary fleets about new habitable planetswould help to know what recourses the Imperium could gain.... and finding something for the cadian's
>>5486160>>Ask him about any news from expeditionary fleets about new habitable planets
Speaking of the navy…“Have there been any habitable planets discovered by your expeditionary fleets?” “Well, there is one and it has been marked. However, not much has been done.” “Thin resources are to blame?”“Correct.” The High Admiral sighed. “Though I was thankful to hear that you opted for divisive consolidation. It’s better, especially now, to focus on defense.” “Only a fool will think the Imperium is fine as is.” You gritted your teeth, hidden by the cordial but plastic smile. “Ever since Cadia fell… a bulk of Astra Militarum had gone down. There were trainers, drill masters, and all manner of specialists. They were the core and now it’s gone.” “Forgive me, but I thought you were distraught due to their export of soldiers.”“That too.” You admitted. “But Cadia itself was invaluable to the Imperium.”You watch the crowd of nobles, eating and laughing as if nothing had happened. Crystal chandeliers, marble floor… decadence everywhere when the Imperium was in peril. This is why you hated parties and work. At least if you lazed around, you didn’t have to be reminded of the state of the Imperium. You gave up long ago to fix the Imperium. Doing the minimal work and sailing by was your only way to not lose what little patience and sanity you had left. At least you did your job as much as you needed to. Some governors or adepts didn’t do anything at all. “Ah yes another thing, the new planet has no life signs at all, despite being habitable.”“Truly?”“Yes, I would advise caution. There’s no such thing as convenient happenings in thai galaxy after all.” “That is true.” >Stay with the High Admiral >Take a walk around the palace, you’ve earned yourself a quick break >Check with the sisters and astartes
>>5486810>>Take a walk around the palace, you’ve earned yourself a quick break
>>5486810>Check our entorage>Then go for a walkOne astartes protecting us should give us breathing room.
>>5486836Choose one or the other please
>>5486810>Take a walk around the palace, you’ve earned yourself a quick breakalso>inform the astrates where she is going so they can reach r in needed
After informing the astartes and the sisters where you were heading, they followed you after. As much as you wanted some privacy, you did feel a tiny bit bad for sticking them in a nearby room. And you know that Adepta Sororitas and Lamenters did not mesh well. Though the records of Badab War was small, if the records were accurate the Lamenters were simply tricked. No humans, transcendent or not, were omniscient after all. Not even the Emperor. Not that you’d say it outloud. Not even your position can protect you from blasphemy. You were walking around the palace, the lounge, halls, and some kind of personal museum to show whatever the stupid-krak governor thought to be “presentable.” One of them happened to be a large crystal from Inwit, he thinks a chunk of rock was worth showing off. Seriously? “That’s a beautiful stone. Where is it from?” Vladimir said.“It is from Inwit, the homeworld of the Imperial Fists, and Primarch Rogal Dorn.”“Then this?” Malkavian said, pointing at another crystal.“Hmm… this is from Tanu. Their main exports are their metals after all. Not too heavy and not too weak. But this is a gemstone, it has nothing of value.”“But it’s a gemstone.” Vladimir said.“Yes, it has monetary value but that is it. It’s useless.” You answered on and on. You didn’t expect a Lamenter of all space marines to be so talkative. “Impressive, for a human child.” Malkavian said.“What he’s saying is that my brother is impressed ithin his own standards.” Vladimir said. Let it go Alethia… let it go. Just appreciate the fact that no other nobles are coming to bother you. >Continue to walk around the castle longer>Return to the party>Write-in
>>5487218>Continue to walk around the castle longerStay a while and listen
>>5487218>Return to the party
>>5487218>Continue to walk around the castle longer
The ceramite footsteps following you would not make for a good chance for skulking around. In a palace like this, you’d hear some gossip in the corners and the nooks of the palace. However… They were pretty quiet. You couldn't help but wonder how that worked. They must’ve weighed at least a ton. Oh well… you knew by now to not question the unanswerable. And hey, the Raven Guard and their successor could do it as well.“Madame, shouldn’t you return to the party?” Testatus said.“They won’t notice that I’m gone. Besides, this is still work.”“And exactly what work is this?”“Looking for blackmail materials.” You ignored the sisters’ (and the gaze of the astartes). Blackmail actually worked, whenever some governor yap their gums a nice blackmail would put them in their place. Not just any, the kind that’ll get him killed. Some examples being falsely reporting tithes or exports. The kind that’ll piss off the Departmento Munitorum. Unfortunately, all you heard was some couples having sex in the less attended part of the palace. Adultery did not make for good blackmail materials. It’s almost a norm for them. You sighed, maybe this was a normal party. Not even a murder mystery. Emperor… you wish something interesting would happen. “Well… let’s go back.”
>>5487707You yawned, back at the ballroom you were alone once again. With the new found privacy once more, you were met with governors and nobles as usual. You were then meeting with the High Admiral again.“Running from sycophants?” With a more sour mood, the High Admiral nodded. “They don’t seem to stop. I’m impressed you still have your patience.”“I was raised to be in this environment. You were not. And my son is content with frolicking around… he should be looking for a-” He paused. “Excuse me for a moment.”The High Admiral gazed then noticed something. He returned with Arthur in tow. He stared at you confusedly. Being brought to meet someone meant the person waiting was in higher position after all. “This is my son, Arthur.”“We meet again.” He flashed that handsome grin of his. “Father, if you told me you knew this beautiful flower you should have told me.”He chagrined, fully realizing Arthur did not know who you were.“Silence boy.” The High Admiral said. “She’s- where have you been?”“The lounge, they had some excellent amasec. Rest assured, I’m perfectly sound of mind, enough to accompany a lady.” The father shook his head. “Captain. This is Madame Alethia Altair Amadeus.”“Oh that’s a pretty name.” He grinned again. “Rolls off the tongue. Wait… madame? Father, calling a lady madame is a bit rude. What will mother think?”He gave you an apologetic look. You smiled, then used your fan to gesture to him to continue.“She’s the Undersecretary of The Administratum, and the Mistress of Departmento Munitorum.” Arthur laughed. Then laughed some more… until he realized it wasn’t a joke.>“I see the education in the Imperial Naval Academy has not changed.” >Don’t say anything >Write-in
>>5487708>Don’t say anythingJust raise an eyebrow and cock the head slightly for the trademark "are you finished" pose
>>5487708>>“I see the education in the Imperial Naval Academy has not changed.”
>>5487708>giggle at him
>>5487708>>giggle at him
tie breaker or a dice, either or will work
>>5487946>>5487891>>5487839Giggling like a schola girl it is.
You giggled, it was refreshing to see someone that didn’t know who you were. That, and his honest reaction was also rather… endearing, like a small pup who had yet to realize the long furry appendage was its tail. The High Admiral however, did not seem so entertained by his ignorance. “Madame, I apologize. My son still has much to learn. Arthur.” The High Admiral said, almost growling. The Captain bowed. “You have my deepest apology Madame. I… I did not know you were the Undersecretary. I never thought I’d see the Serpent for myself.” “Arthur!” High Admiral said, nearing a shout.“I- I thought it was a compliment. How was I supposed to know?””“No no, it’s fine, High Admiral. It is no insult. You are also close to making a scene.”Being called a serpent was better than being called something like Grox for sure. It had an air of elegance. It was rather a mark of honor, to be feared as such. The High Admiral harrumphed, then returned to his cool composure. “I apologize again, Madame. It was not in my intention to insult you at all.”“Captain, if I was offended your vessel would have known.”He swallowed hard. “Of course. Yes. Then I’m thankful for your absolvence of my negligence. I have no excuse.”Your lips slowly turned to a frown. It was fun while it lasted. “I see. Let us not speak of it further.” The song in the room began to pick up, and the crow began to disperse toward the walls. The dancers, each with a partner of their own gathered at the center. “If I may, Madame. May ask for your hand in this dance?” You knew how to dance. However performing the actual dance was a whole different thing. Physical activities were not part of your strong suit and ballroom dancing was too much. That, and it just made you dizzy. Seriously, all that spinning, what was the point of it? Not to mention you weren’t sure if this was a genuine invitation or an attempt at currying your favor. The court, either way, will talk about this. Who knows, maybe you'll meet him again. “Madame?” Arthur stood with his hand forward, waiting… >Yes (Write-in)>No (Write-in)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3okUswqHqIMy idea of fancy dancing, and seriously that's just a lot of spinning.
>>5488117> Yes"You may, Captain."
>>5488117>yesSure why not?
>>5488117>Yeslet's see what this bold one can do, and juicy gossip is deliciousI have had a thought though. While we might not be *that* well-known, we are one of the most powerful individuals in the Imperium outside the High Lords themselves so almost any potential pairing will come with a massive power imbalance that makes being casually personal difficult, as demonstrated by this conversation (and noted by one Ciaphas Cain). It's lonely at the top.
Post 48 “Madame?” Arthur stood with his hand forward, waiting… and you took his hand. It was better than to have him embarrassed in front of the nobles after all. And having a connection to another High Admiral was not bad at all. He was beginning to move and you tried your best to keep up with him.Then your heel dug into his boot. Arthur winced. You continued to dance. Emperor… you really suck at dancing. You fumbled, had your feet crossed one another, and certainly was on the verge of tripping. It came to a point where Arthur had to do the simplest of tempo without looking like a fool. You couldn’t look him into his eyes… this is why you hated doing something outside of your norm. Emperor… are your cheeks heating up? “Madame, you’re a bit red. Are you-”“I’m fine.” You hissed, fueled with embarrassment. “I’m just not good with physical activities.” “I can go slower if you’d like.”“No, there is no need.” “Surely-”“I’m not a child that needs to be patronized, Captain. I can dance.” Theoretically that is.Your heels dug into his boot for the second time, he winced again. The music tempo picked up and his blasted long legs of his moved faster than you could keep up. Damn it all, this was basically a jogging session. No. You refused to look like a fool.But a fool you were. Your breath began to wheeze out, and your heart began to beat like an earthshaker rounds. Your feet slackened its movements. Eventually… your feet ceased to move then your body became light, falling, collapsing. Then, something caught you. His arm, gently wrapping around your waist and his hand supported your back. He did not move, even though he was supposed to. “I believe…” You breathed hard. “The music is still playing.”“With all due respect, you look tired.” He said firmly. “They know of your condition. There is no shame in walking out before the music ends. Given your known… condition, no one will fault you for it. They’ll in fact be impressed that you tried at all.”Yes, and if you did, the nobles would laugh at it. Not that they dared in front of you, they did anyways, they just weren’t brave enough to do it in front of you. Whether you walked out or not, it had little significance, it was a matter of pride. You could feel that you can last a bit longer, maybe until the end of the music, but by the end you’d be too tired to move and an earful from Sister Testatus. >Continue to dance>Walk out >It was then you saw Testatus pushing her way through the crowd, you didn't bother to think how she figured out you were dancing...
>>5488415>>Continue to dance
>>5488415>It was then you saw Testatus pushing her way through the crowd, you didn't bother to think how she figured out you were dancing...
>>5488415>>Continue to danceObjectively not the best idea but you know, pride and all.
>>5488117>TestatusWe won't compromise our pride, but our Medic absolutely will.Also, noted Arthur. You did good.
I'll wait for a tie breaker or a dice.
>>5488415>Continue to danceI'd rather get blasted in private later than get yanked off the floor in front of everyone with a big dent in our reputation.
It's finals week, update will be later on or tomorrow.
You continued to dance, and the more you moved the weaker your legs became. Your heart, now thundering like the artillery shots, and your head became lighter than thin parchment. You saw the hesitant grin, the “what am I supposed to do?” smile. Just when the world seemed so dark, you stopped moving. Your knees buckled, but you did not fall, but you were held up by Arthur. “I hope you will forgive me for this.”With grace and ease, you were swept off your feet, and was in Arthur’s arms. Perhaps it was the fatigue, or the lightheadedness, but you swore everything looked so sparkling for a moment. A fleeting, brief, but there was a flutter in your heart, a sudden softness that enveloped in your heart. You were set down in the sitting area where the ladies would gather.“Please, rest here, shall I fetch your Medicae?”“N-No… it’s fine.”You were tired, not dying after all. So here you were, dazzled no- dazed. You steady your heart and perform the breathing exercise Testatus taught you. Out of all place he can place you, he chose to throw you amongst the wolves. That’s minus seventy five points out of a thou- hundred. You were already feeling the eyes of the noble women around, yet none dared to approach you. At least looking tired helped. You stayed to listen to some gossips, but of course, none were blackmail materials. Just some adultery, awkward talk, and backhanded insults. >Then… you saw the pendant of the I. An Inquisitor. Here?>Then… nothing happened. Until a woman, a noble lady of middle rank by the look of it, approached you. Something in your guts said this woman was not what she seemed. >A serf approached you, saying you were invited to the small corner. Oh, they’re having a tea party… look at all those pastries. They look high ranking enough too.
>>5489969>>A serf approached you, saying you were invited to the small corner. Oh, they’re having a tea party… look at all those pastries. They look high ranking enough too
>>5489969>A serf approached you, saying you were invited to the small corner. Oh, they’re having a tea party… look at all those pastries. They look high ranking enough too.
>>5489969>A serf approached you, saying you were invited to the small corner. Oh, they’re having a tea party… look at all those pastries. They look high ranking enough too.don't want to deal with the inquisition or gene stealers also idea anons next time she takes the ship just spend our time exercising with moderate time to relax and rest maybe with the soldiers on our ship so we can have eye candy while we rest
>>5489969>>A serf approached you, saying you were invited to the small corner. Oh, they’re having a tea party… look at all those pastries. They look high ranking enough too.
>>5490270>>5490231>>5490146>>5490134You anons have no sense of adventure... then again "adventure" in 40k ends in a grisly manner so I can't blame you.
>>5490360We're an exhausted asthmatic. Adventure means getting an earful from the sisters.
“Oh they just look lovely on you Madame Shirley!”“Thank you, so do yours, oh Madame Inns, your bracelet is just dazzling.”Gems. You never saw a point unless it was for selling for credit or throne gelt. You were in your Administratum uniform, and while you could have jewelry you never saw the point of it. All those sparkles on you only makes it more apparent to gangers that you’re worth the trouble of a bolter shot. Not that they can learn, they’re just peasants after all. You sat quietly in the tea party, listening to the women without much of a thought “And what about you, Madame Amadeus?”“Hm, what?” “What jewelries do you like?”“In terms of beauty itself, I’d say anything made from gold.” “A true woman of the Imperium.” A lady said. “But why do you not wear any aside from the uniform? Surely gold must be within your budget.”There was a sharpness in her tone, hidden by a sickeningly saccharine concern. Maybe… it’s been rather a while since you had some noble chin wagging, excluding governors, they were a different beast altogether. But women? They were a mystery. “Because I am here as a representative, not as a guest.”“All work and no softness won’t net you any strapping young men, my dear.” Another lady said. “My service to the Imperium matters more.” You sipped on your teacup. “And leaving children of your intellect mixed with a gentleman is one as well. My son is-”“That is hardly fair!” A lady said. “Madame, my son is also-”Then left and right, each pushing their son on to your face as if you would be… alright. It won’t be the truth if you were not at least slightly interested. But most of them were repulsive, and all they had was just wealth or power to inherit. Not to mention some of them looked like an inbred. In the end, none of them were appealing. “Tell me, what is it that you look for in a man?” “For one, someone who does not inherit power and wealth and who succeeded in a meritocratic field of work.”The ladies flinched, not all, but most. “A-and what else?”“Handsome and gorgeously fit.” This honestly came down to men of Astra Militarum, Inquisition, and… well, that was it you suppose. Maybe the Assassinorums, those Vindicares does have a fine gluteus maximus. The Callidus as well. Though this was just idle dreaming. “But surely, you’ll be marrying soon.”“Perhaps.” You said indifferently. “Then what men would they be? Men of Astra Militarum? Navy? A Rogue Trader?”“None. My responsibility is all that matters, romance is a luxury I cannot afford.”Yes, while true, you did wonder… what kind of lover can you afford to romance? >Write-in(Look I’m having a hard time thinking of what kind of romance options to make. There’s some few I have in mind, a Tempestus, Arthur, an Inquisitor (maybe), SoB. BUT, I’d like your thoughts as well.)
>>5490539>Write-inArthur isn't a bad choice imo, and he seems quite smitten.
>>5490539Hmm. Thinking about what we might actually want out of it, I don't think status or politics factors into it much short of avoiding aforementioned power dynamics issues. I like to think of us as a bit of a closeted romantic who just wants a nice strong, reliable pair of arms to get a hug from at the end of the day or someone who might be able to bring a bit of excitement into our life of shuffling paperwork on Terra, inspecting the galactic bureaucracy and putting up with the vacuous blather of the nobility.Arthur doesn't seem half bad but there might be a bit of the classic habit of anons to latch onto the first person who shows interest at play so I think we should give QM a bit more of a chance here (don't worry, we'll see him again later anyway). The Guard/Navy are classics with a wide variety of people but there's so many branches of the Imperium that could fit the bill and we could plausibly meet from the big =][= to Rogue Traders to a fellow battleaxe bureaucrat to left of field possibilities like a young Navigator, an LCB scenario or getting stuck in a place where we have to mingle with commoners without terrifying them all.
>>5490539>Meritocraticly successful>Handsome, fit>Either legitimately on our level, in a sense of wits and cunning or Loyal to a person rather than a position. Preferably both.and as anon said here, Serpent here is probably a closteted romantic, so anyone who can manage that is likely on the short list.
>>5490539>Write-inHandsome, charming, successful and most importantly understanding of our limitations.
>>5490539someone that's not only interested in us for our power and doesn't spy on us and won't try to kill us if we do something to piss off some organization.
>>5490667>>5490713I agree with what these anons say, also Arthur seems fine but no point latching on the first option given, honestly his father seems like a better fit for the serpent as he holds a potent position, and he's proven to hold a like mind from their interactions so far
Romance, what a joke. You’d sigh if you could, but that’d make a sign of weakness. Even IF you wanted one, affording one would be difficult. It would tip the power balance of the faction. Perhaps someone outside the Imperium… was there even such an organization? The Merchant Fleet or the Rogue Traders perhaps, but even they answered to the Imperium. With everything that had happened the past months, the fall of Cadia, the uncertain rumors of the chaos forces still lingering around… you’d rather have peace instead. It was then suddenly, a guardsman came rushing in along with Illyan, the sisters, and the astartes. The crowd began to murmur, and some angrily whispered on the sudden intrusion. Illyan would never run like this unless something dire happened. Arthur and Orsen immediately left. Maybe it’s another tyranid invasion in Segmentum Solar.
“Madamae! Madame!” Illyan said in an uncharacteristic shout.“Illyan. Conduct yourself. What happened?”“There’s a… there’s a… a rift! Oh Emperor of all that’s right and good. A rift!”“Uh… what?” “We need to move, now.” Testatus said. “What the- Sister Testatus this is highly-”Your retinue basically pushed you to move, and when you couldn’t keep up with their pace Testatus picked you up and ran back to your ship which was already ready to take off. In a few moments. This had to be some kind of big deal, here’s hoping that the Master died, he is so old already. You were not allowed to be in the room, but in the bridge, where the operators of the ships worked, along with the navigators and voidsmen. “Sergeant. Tell me what’s going on for Emperor’s sake!”“There has been a rift. Warp storms across the galaxy.” He said calmly. “Some planets has lost contact.”Your heart sunk.“What?” Then you were given the news entirely. It was called “The Great Rift” aside from the plain name, it was anything but that. You were summoned back to Terra, to assist in logistic coordination since you knew the ways of the Imperial archive the best. If what the message from vox-cast is true- no. It must be true otherwise you wouldn’t be dragged off.“Madame. You have a communication request.”“From the navy?”“No. An Inquisitor.”“An Inquisitor? Great. Just perfect. Makes this matter more complicated, why not?” An Inquisitor nearby? You stood at the center of the bridge, where the hologram projected. It was a blond woman, with the pendant of the Inquisition.“Greetings, Undersecretary Amadeus. I am Inquisitor-”“No, you’re an Inquisitor? I thought that badge on you was just an accessory. Of course you are an Inquisitor, skip to the point.”“I am here to escort you back to Terra immediately. I was planning to return to Terra so I was ordered to ensure your safety. Alongside High Admiral Gilles-Duparte.” >“Tell me the real reason why you are here, Inquisitor. This is too much of a coincidence.”>“How is the Inquisition responding to this? Just how widespread is the warp storm?” >“Has there been any effect on psykers? My astropaths and navigator are fine but they are shaken.” >Write-in
>>5491270>“Tell me the real reason why you are here, Inquisitor. This is too much of a coincidence.”oh god the Night is falling and the basement of the Imperial Palace is the last place we want to be
>>5491270>Tell me the real reason Inquisitor.We're not retarded.
>>5491270>“Tell me the real reason why you are here, Inquisitor. This is too much of a coincidence.”
>>5491270>>“Tell me the real reason why you are here, Inquisitor. This is too much of a coincidence.”
>>5491323>>5491317>>5491315>>5491281>>5491278An overwhelming answer.
“I am no fool, Inquisitor. Tell me the real reason why you are here. This is too much of a coincidence.”The Inquisitor chuckled. “Undersecretary, with all due respect you should learn to trust your elders.”“You hardly look like one.”“Flattery will get you nowhere, my dear.”>Turn off the call>Keep talking(don't worry that'll be another post after, cheer for anyone who guesses the Inquisitor's name)
>>5491408>>Keep talkingGet to the point, Inquisitor. Why are you here? If things truly are as dire as they seem, you shouldn't be wasting a single second.
>>5491408>Keep talkingGet. To. The. Point. But more politely this time.From their appearance, their attitude and that we might be expected to recognise them, my best guess would be that's Vail?
Relax Alethia. You know their deal, and their penchant for being insufferable. You breathed in, and breathed out. There was no need for anger, not yet. “Inquisitor.” You said calmly. “I know this is not a coincidence. So I request that you tell me.”You stared up at the hologram, where its light blue projection stared back at you. “If you must know, I was summoned as well. There are rumors that has been rumors at Macragge months ago. An eldar had been sighted along with others important individuals. I am to report to the Inquisitorial Representative, incase this is an act of genestealers.”OH. OH THAT BITCH. THERE IS A GREAT WARP STORM AND SHE STILL CHOOSES TO PLAY THIS GAME? “An eldar? Inquisitor, I’d rather prefer if you just lie to me…” You gritted out a sigh. “An eldar in Macragge, next thing you’ll be telling me is a drukhari in the Imperial Palace or maybe Ciaphas Cain is with you wearing some scantily-clad clothes. I will speak to your Grandmaster. Voidsmen, end the call!”“Undersecretary that is the trut-”The hologram disappeared, and your patience just about.“Inquisition and their damn malarkey! Emperor-” You calmed yourself again. “Give me strength.”The sky was gray, as usual, and the Imperium Palace, still stood tall. The Imperium Palace was rather more of a continent. There was the outer palace, outer wall, inner wall, Eternity wall, and the inner palace. You spend the majority of your time in the inner palace. Within the palace was a a small city-sized place for the Administratum. Outside of that area was a ten cities sized place where all of the Administratum adepts lived. And that city, both the inner palace area and the outer palace city… was figuratively on fire. There were arbites ensuring the order, it was that bad. People fought for quills, parchment, and even beat down others to steal a type-writer.You were on the transporter that was ascending to your office. You really didn’t want to work now. The situation now was a creation made by different masters that refuses to work together. They always do… As you entered the inner palace, your presence was announced by the adepts, and soon your own company of adepts began to prepare. Funny thing about your office was this. There was the giant double door, and a regular sized one. Emperor, his wisdom is surely wide reaching and pragmatic. You’ve yet to be called by the High Lords, most likely due to them still wetting their pants or something. So, you decided to do some preparatory work first. >Begin with military resources>Begin with focus on what planets are not affected>Begin with focus on the resources that the lost planets had >Begin with focus on the resources that the current planets that are not lost have>Compile a list for lost regiments/chapters/Sororita orders>Write-in (does not mean choose all answers and make it as one answer)
>>5491582>Begin with focus on what planets are not affectedsooner we find which planets give us a path to the other side of the rift the better as then we can plan to send forces to fortify them and hold our access to the other side of the rift also anons seems like guilliman will be resurrected soonnow the serpent won't have to be the only one with the brain and smarts to hold the imperium togetherand with her time in the palace library knowing the truth of the past, feel like they both will breath a sigh of relief when in each others company
>>5491582>Begin with focus on what planets are not affected
>>5491582>>Begin with focus on the resources that the current planets that are not lost have
Raw resources, supplies, food, processed goods, weapons, none matter for now. What was more important were the planets. Whatever planets that were not affected needed to be listed down first. Some world only had few goods after all, maybe now it was a good time to change their tithes, bolster their defense, anything. “Parchment pattern 148, get me lucian pattern quill, and an inkwell, now!” The adepts moved, and you were given your supplied in...Five minutes, they’re moving in time. “Illyan, begin with Segmentum Obscurus. Illiadara, Ultima Segmentum. Illias Segmentum Tempestus. Contact the astropaths there.”The day went on, listing the planets that seemed to survive. Mostly, the planets on the east of Segmentum Solar were largely lost. You labeled the other half “Imperium Nihilus” and named the great rift as “Cicatrix Maledictum.” You wrote the list of planets and sent it to record spreaders. “Map!”The adepts arrived and you began writing. A good five hours later, you finished the initial status of the planet and a rough idea of where the great rift was. It really was the east that was frakked. The map was now on the hanger you had made. It was good thing that you started out widely first. >Begin with Astra Militarum resources>Begin with focus on the resources that the lost planets were tithed for >Compile a list for lost regiments/chapters/Sororita orders
>>5491692>Begin with Astra Militarum resourcesIt's all down to the Guard now, then we can take stock of the damage after things start to stabilise.
>>5491692>>Begin with Astra Militarum resourcesWe should focus on what we have available instead of what we don't. If we can't get in contact with the regiment/chapter/order/whatever we should assume they no longer exist until they do make contact.
>>5491692>>Begin with Astra Militarum resources
Valhalla, Valhallan Ice Warriors-Lost. Mordia, Mordian Iron Guard-LostFenris, Kaeris Regiment and Vlka Fenryka (Space Wolves)- LostArmageddon, Armageddon Steel Legion-LostSable, Black Saber Regiment-LostAfter the thirtieth time of writing “Lost” for the regiment. You made the choice to assume any regiment in the other planet to be considered lost for simplicity’s sake. You knew they were not truly lost, but unless it was implied there would be more guardsmen made in the future, they would be considered lost.46 percent of the Astra Militarum was lost. Fourty. Six. Less than half. The very fact made your stomach writhe and twist in pain. The half of Astra Militarum, gone, just like that. You looked at the parchment brought before you.The junction world,two third of them were gone as well. The astartes and the regiments, gone. GONE. GONE. GONE. GONE. GONE. You may not be the Lord Commander Militant, but this was still in your technical authority. Along with half of the regiment, a good chunk of the forge world was gone as well. The Emperor’s hammer, now reduced to half. You bury your head on the table among the parchments. Half of the regiments were gone. Forge worlds, Agri World. Fortress World. Hive World. Civilised World. Important supplies, rare materials, food, they were now limited and had to be counted, which meant implementing squads to count and track them, which required another form. Then you had to create a new office and that was a process of its own.Hours passed. Ensuring that you were making a clear picture of the situation as best as possible. New offices were under away, people were assigned, and connections of communications were weaved. You chugged another cup of recaf.“M-Madame!” You look up at the adept who was behind the human-sized door. More adepts, outside of your office, began to enter and exit, leaving a pile of parchment.“What are they?”“Messages from the astropaths, all from governors and leader. They have been sitting until your arrival, madame.”Oh. Sweet. Emperor…
>>5491763And so you read them all. Some were questions, others were requests for aid. The amount of agri-worlds were not sufficient to support the current galaxy. You gritted your teeth. This however, was not an issue yet. You managed to answer the questions and placed the rest in the storage. As the adepts entered Veteran-Sergeant Feratu stood in front of the door, stopping any more adepts to enter. Testatus came to your side. “You need to rest Madame. It’s been eight hours.”“No… I need to get a better layout. I’m fine. You know I work longer than this.”“I do. But this is different.” “The sister is correct.” Nost said. “You already have a weak body, it is unwise to push it further and it will affect your judgment.”“I can tell you about Baal if you’d like. Some stories perhaps?” Vladimir said.“I’m not a child that needs a bedtime story.” You said not-tiredly with a not-tired yawn. “Your homeworld is also lost, you must know this. How can you just stand as if nothing is wrong?”“It is not lost.” Tramir Fen, the most quiet of all said. “Just because it cannot be seen, does not mean it is lost. Baal will stand, as it has for ten thousand years, it will stand ten thousand more.”He said as if it was the truth. Tepes nodded alongside the rest of the brothers. “Tramir speaks the truth. Baal is defended. It will stand.” Tepes said. “Come, Vladimir. It’s out turn to patrol.”“Right right, I’m coming brother.” Vladimir said. Tepes then returned to where he originally stood then left. You were sure this was the first time Fen and Tepes spoke. Now it was time to figure out the tithes the lost planet had… >You found your waking up on the bed, with a blanket on you inside your office-room.>You continued to work, your eyelids were heavy, but you continued to work.>Fueled with recaf, you managed to work until the next day.
>>5491765>>You continued to work, your eyelids were heavy, but you continued to work.
>>5491765>You found your waking up on the bed, with a blanket on you inside your office-room.the idea of a Marine dadding the galaxy's most feared bureaucrat and then carrying us to bed and tucking us in after we pass out at our desk is hilarious. Testatus probably did it in reality, but that's not as funny.
>>5491765>>You found your waking up on the bed, with a blanket on you inside your office-room.
>>5491765>Eyelids heavyIt may be less funny, but it's also really damn serious.
>>5491765>>Fueled with recaf, you managed to work until the next day.
I'll need a tiebreaker please.
>>5492212I'll change >>5492177 to >>You continued to work, your eyelids were heavy, but you continued to work.
>>5491777Checked>>5491993>>5492222Checked Votes counted.It's leg day, so it'll be around 1400 to 1600 (pst) time frame that I'll get an update out.
Alright I'm back, expect an update say 16:30
>>5492542What time zone?
You continued to work, your eyelids were heavy, but you continued to work. It came to a point where you had to rely on the strongest recaf, where its bitterness could match an old noble woman. On the good side, you managed to get the big picture of the situation. Well… a very rough big picture. The adept refilled your cup of recaf, you were prepared to chug it, until Sister Testatus spoke.“That will be your last cup. You need rest. This is far as you can go, Madame.” “I’m fine.” You snarled… well you think you did. Maybe it was more of a slurring speech, “I can work.”“Work? You made plans for hundreds of simulations and it’s too early to look for answers.” Testatus said.“Says you. You didn’t study the phenomena of warp storms.”She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.“Yes. I didn’t. You already made the map more accurate than it already can be. Plans for different situations have been made. Just what more are you planning?” You sighed, looking into the three hundred and seventh page of the parchment you’ve been working on. You plucked the first page of the parchment, titled: >27th Founding “Guardian Founding” (or write in what you’d like to name the founding)>“Cadia Secundus”>Write-in (what you think it’s important to the Imperium)
>>5492574>Write-in: Post-Rift Production and Logistics
>>5492574>>Write-inA safe way method to travel through the Warp?
>>5492574>Write-in (planets we can utilize to have access to the other side of the galaxy and reinforce it)Maybe as new canda as the world they would be on would be a vital access point for the imperium and it would benefit us more if one of our strongest regiments was stationed there... and the world broke before they did so we know they will go down fighting till the end
>>5492574I will support a mix of Cadia seccundus and repairing the Cadian population.Maybe requisitioning some invitro devices from the Kriegers
>>5493021>>5492980Cadia Secundus it is What's an invitro device?
>>5493262It's Technically not heresy, but what Krieg used to keep their population pumping out.Mars doesn't like it, but with several of these machines, we could refill new Cadia with cadians in. . . 5 years? Have a working regiment in 10.
>>5493328Mars hate this one simple trick
“Cadia Secundus”Your small side project could possibly come to life. It cold not be now or in Solar Segmentum, but with the new found opportunity, there was a planet: Hydraphur. A planet that responded back, and is in the edge of Eye of Terror. A perfect place. The issue was supplies, but once everything has become sorted maybe, just maybe, you could put forth this into action. If you had the resource that is. Technically. If you considered half the world gone, then focus all the Segmentum Solar have. It could work. “Could,” which meant you would not go forward anyways. Testatus had to squint, then huffed when she realized it was written in High Gothic, a bad one too, both grammatically and handwriting wise. It was in fact, your own dialect. The bad handwriting was from… alright you were tired so that wasn't your fault. “Is that even High Gothic?” “Yesn’t.”“Alright, you really need to go to sleep.”You looked at your work so far, and you did what you could for today. You prepared for bed and slept....Then you woke up. Sleep did not manage to be so kind, despite your fatigue. You got up from your bed, and exited your office-room. In the corner, your nearly sank. It was Veteran Sergeant Nost and Malkavian.“Emperor’s flaming sword! You nearly scared me to death.”“Apologies, Madame, we were on watch. Is there something you need of us?”“No no, it’s fine. I’m just going to…” >“Take a walk in the Imperial palace.”>“Take a walk in the Imperial palace.” You lied, you were actually going to the Imperial Secret Archive.>“Do some work. Maybe doing some tea and light miscellaneous work will ease my stress.”>Write-in(While Testatus can read High Gothic, her knowledge is VERY limited since they read from scriptures. Ordo Dialogus and Ordo Famulous knows enough. High Gothic is spoke only by high ranking adepts like you, Masters, Prefects, Custodes and the High Lords. Maybe astartes depending on the lore)
>>5493365>I was going to take a walk in the palace but. . can you do some wrestling for me? Please?Tired adept just wants to watch wrestling. not even the regular erotic kind, given that these are mutated and barely human carcictures of humanity. Just the fun of watching competitive martial arts.
>>5493365>“Take a walk in the Imperial palace.” You lied, you were actually going to the Imperial Secret Archive.Take time to unwind and relax while learning few things also>ask a custodian in high gothic if they can get you some more biscuits to help you relax and take your timeAs from what QM has wrote in the past she goes there often when she wants to be alone (Maybe the very custodian that initially gave her the biscuits as she seems to have near eidetic memory so if there were anything distinguishing them from the other's she may notice it)
>>5493365>“Take a walk in the Imperial palace.” You lied, you were actually going to the Imperial Secret Archive.We don't even need to work, just read shit and learn secrets which seems to be our idea of fun.>>5493630A Custodian didn't give her biccies, just spoke to her while she had them in hand. But yes, we should find a big tin of them to chew on for breakfast.
>>5493365>>“Take a walk in the Imperial palace.”
>>5493639shoot your right, I Just misrememberedthen >>5493630forget the second greentext on my post, though still voting on going the the library
“No, I’ll be taking a walk.”“We will come with you.”“Sergeant, as much as I appreciate it, this is the Imperial Palace. The contents in my office are far more valuable than I. I also would like some privacy as well. If you’ll excuse me.”“Madame we still must-”“Vladimir, she will be safe.” Sergeant Nost said. There was no refute from the astartes, and you found yourself inside the secret archives once more. In the quiet halls, you walked around the archive. M39, M38, M37… no millenia seemed to be fetching. Even now, the worries of the future festered in your mind. The damn warp storm. It came so suddenly, so brutally, as if it was signaling the end of the galaxy itself. You picked up a random archive and began reading it. “Age of Apostasy. Why not?”You lay in the same corner, on the same hard floor but without a snack to accompany it. You read, read, and read some more. Reading the past, it was comforting since there was an end. Maybe not a satisfying one or a complete one, but an end regardless. Where you are now, there was no certainty.Parchment starts from the top and ends at the bottom. Logistics, they start from a location and ends at their destination. An inkwell starts full, then dries up. A human is born and dies old. But the rift? The abandoned planets? There are no answers form, no answers for what threats might be lurking, no answers for what will happen. Not to mention the plans for Cadia Secundus and fixing the Administratum. This is why you’d rather not get rejuvenated, death was more preferable than living in an empire that does not know its walking dead. You’ll do your work, as your position demands. But when your time comes, you will go.
Until then, you will work for the people. Not for the high lords, the astartes, the inquisition, or the ecclesiarchy, but for the people. The drowsiness had yet to come, and you continued to read. Though you did find one record you did not expect to find, an architectural plan of the Imperial Palace itself. The fortifications and the designs. You smiled, a new information to bite into. Oh? What’s this? Record of what’s under the palace?Wait…There wasn’t such a thing called the Dark Cells or a vault known as Vault of The Old Night. What inaccurate garbage is-You heard a thump. And something touched you.>You screamed>You threw whatever was in your hand >It must be a custodes or something, you turned around >Write-in(Yes I’m getting an actual plot ready)
>>5493840>You screamed>You threw whatever was in your handAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>>5493840>It must be a custodes or something, you turned aroundif not and it seems like she is in danger scream out in high gothic for custodes as they would most likely be in her general vicinity as it is a secret library holding the true history of the emperor and his imperium hmm... maybe an astrates followed her in secret but if so the custodes wouldn't let them in as they have no great standing or would benefit the wider imperium as their chapter is greatly looked down upon unless the emperor notified the custodes to let them pass, definitely not a sister as they would burn this library down for the "heresy" it speaks as it denies their "truth" and I mean the BURN it down with their practically brainwashed dogma in their headmaybe it's one of the folks that wrote the books and scribes for the library recording the true history of the imperium and not the gargling's of the Ecclesiarchy that the sisters know
>>5493857>>5493855Votes counted, continued in the next thread
>>5493903I reckon this thread has got about a week of life in it still
>>5493909Alright that's fair. Around 9 or 10 I'll knock it out.
“That is-”You screamed, by the Emperor you screamed. Your throat went raw, and your heart was thumping in the beat of a bolter fire. But once all calmed, it was a custodes, but not the kind you were used to. He was black with gold trim. “That is not for you to know. For now.”“DO YOU CUSTODES ALWAYS HAVE TO SHOW UP WITH ABSOLUTE SILENCE!” He did not answer. Rage swelled, but in the end, it died down. What were you gonna do, order a custodian around? As if. “What is the Dark Cell, my lord?” “Like I said, child, that is not for you to know.”“That’s not a good answer…” You harrumphed, realizing what you have said to a custodian. “That is not a good answer to give me sufficient understanding, my lord.” “I never said it was an answer. It is late.”“Yes it is, I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, my lord.” You said confusedly. “Go to sleep.” “With all due respect, you can’t command me to-”“Now.”Technically speaking, the custodians held no real authority. But who were you to say no to a custodian, the guardians of the Emperor? You returned to your office room, with more tiredness than usual. The ominous “not for you to know” also had you concerned. You rested easy knowing the custodians got it under his control, after all what can harm a custodian? “You look more tired, madame. Are you alright?” Vladimir said. “I was told to go to sleep.”“It must be someone high enough to order you.” Vladimir said.You yawned.“Yeah, a weird looking custodian told me. Good night.” “Wait what?”“Let her sleep, she’s a child Vladimir. I’m sure she hallucinated in her tired state.” Ignoring the obvious insult, you cocooned yourself in soft blankets, unsure of what will happen tomorrow. >You woke up, with the smell of delicious breakfast in the air >You woke up, with shouts outside of your office, an argument>You woke up, with blessed silence
>>5494002>You woke up, with the smell of delicious breakfast in the airmmmmm biscuits
>>5494002>>You woke up, with the smell of delicious breakfast in the air
>>5494002>>You woke up, with shouts outside of your office, an argument
>>5494002>You woke up, with the smell of delicious breakfast in the air
>>5494501>>5494321>>5494156>>5494089>>5494006Votes counted, kinda curious but why did you guys make this one?
>>5494966luv me breakfast, simple asplus I want to know who's cooking and what, can't have it all drama can we?
You woke up, with the smell of delicious breakfast in the air. Lightly fried tato, eggs of fanivians, some sausages of holst, and buttery sliced bread, with fresh recaf. Testatus was there, waiting for you as well. The breakfast looked simply delicious, absolutely delectable. Something’s up. Testatus never did any spoiling unless something bad happened. “Alright.” You yawned, “what happened this time?”“You might want to eat first.” Testatus said.“That bad?”“That bad.” You prayed, then ate. You used to ask if she wanted any when she was first assigned to you, by now you knew better. You were raised by Ordo Dialogus to learn xeno languages and languages of other worlds. Oro Famulous taught you the ways of the noble court and their treacheries. Ordo Hospitallers taught you the way of medicine. If there was one thing you know about the Adepta Sororitas was this. They hate fun. Seriously.The worst part was, they liked living like that. You learned to stop questioning when you were ten. If the sisters let you have some free time and let you eat REAL FOOD, let you sleep longer, not make you pray for five hours, MAYBE then you would have supported the Ecclesiarchy. Then again, even if you did, you’d stop because of how ridiculous they are. That and the secret archives, you really do wonder how you found that place… oh well.“So…” You sipped on the recaf. “Judging on the indulgent breakfast and the size of it, I can tell it’s gonna be very headache inducing. Enough for me to run away if given the chance, which I won’t.” That was a lie. “Will it be at least entertaining to watch or beneficial to me?” You asked. “No.”Ah, so it’s either astartes, Inquisition, or Emperor forbid, something went wrong at Lion’s Gate Space Port. At least the Lion’s Gate is fun to look at, and that meant working with Imperial Fists.“Alright then, who is it?”“You have to meet a few people. The first is…”
>“Captain General Trajann Valoris, he requires your presence.”>“The Grand Master of Assassins, High Lord Fadix, wishes to speak with you.”>“Your master, High Lord Haemotalion, wants to speak with you.” >“Canonness Errant Setheno will come to see you soon.”>“Chancellor of the Imperial Senate, Lord Anna-Murza Jek, is here to see you when you are available.”
>>5495095>>“Captain General Trajann Valoris, he requires your presence.”
>>5495095>“Your master, High Lord Haemotalion, wants to speak with you.”
>>5495095>“Chancellor of the Imperial Senate, Lord Anna-Murza Jek, is here to see you when you are available.”
>>5495097>“Chancellor of the Imperial Senate, Lord Anna-Murza Jek, is here to see you when you are available.”
>>5495097>>“Captain General Trajann Valoris, he requires your presence.”
Rolled 1 (1d2)CG (1)>>5495101>>5495194>>5495388JEK (2)>>5495109>>5495118>>5495255
>>5495730Captain General it is
“Captain General Trajann Valoris, he requires your presence.”Once his name was spoken, your body stiffened. You elegantly finished your food, and sipped on your recaf quietly. In your quiet office, you began to think, what does a custodian, a speaker of the Emperor, want to see you? A cog (the best one at that) of the Administratum? You finished your meal and nodded. You were… not calm.“Ha ha.. What did you just say?”Testatus, also looking uneasy, repeated again.“The Captain General, he wants to talk to you. He is waiting at the Tower of Hegemon.”You’ve met and were raised with the poweful. High Lords, Chapter Masters, inquisitors, Arch Magi and Magos of Mars. Individuals with great influence. Only a few of the entire Imperium spoke to the Captain General. You took the parchment of summoning and saw the unquestionable mark of the custodes. You opened the parchment carefully and read it. It was a simple summoning saying that you were to go to the Tower of Hegemon alone, nothing more nothing less. The blood drains out of your face. Perhaps during that night… “Madame?” But you didn’t read it. So you were safe, right? Right.“Madame? Alethia?” Your thoughts were snapped away when Testatus gently grasped your shoulder.“I’m sure it’s nothing wrong. Maybe Lord Haemotalion is unavailable so they need to talk to you. Come, let’s get ready.” “Alright… I’ll get ready.”Your office-room was not really a “room,” but compared to your actual home it really was a room. You took your shower, and freshened yourself up. Unlike the tainted water of the hive world, everything you had was pure and imported, even the water and the gas mask. If you had to go to the lower part of Terra, you needed a gas mask to breathe. You had the finest uniform-regalia on.
The Captain General’s location was far enough that you needed a vehicle, a small vehicle that carried you and your retinue. Illyan sat on the other side while Testatus was on your right.“What do you think they want from me?” “I can’t speak for the God-Emperor’s companions. But I’m sure it’s nothing bad. You have done nothing wrong. Calm yourself, you will know when you will know.”“But-”“You won’t do anything good by worrying when your answer is going to be revealed soon. Just relax, and breathe.” Eventually you reached the Tower of Hegemon. Even within the Imperial Palace, the tower stood majestically. An architectural beauty that showed what the Imperial once was. You were then led by a custodes to the gate of what was most likely the office of the Captain General.“Only you are permitted to enter.” The custodes said.“But…” “Of course, my lord. We will wait.” Testatus said. She left, not without another word of comfort or otherwise. The door was tall, taller than your own office, tall enough to reach the heavens. The door opened, but you were met with another path to your destination. The custodes next to you walked and you followed, passing by the other serfs and custodes....Emperor, how much longer do you have to follow? And it’s so hard to keep at the custodes’ pace!>Ask how long there’s left>Keep walking in silence
>>5496032>Keep walking in silence
>>5496032>Keep walking in silenceWe'll get there when we get there!
>>5496032>>Keep walking in silence
Post 4‘Cicatrix Maledictum,’ in Low Gothic, it meant ‘An Insulting Scar.’It was rather an accurate name, and coming from a child, it was rather a smart name. A scar that insults, the fall of Cadia was that. The rifts were just the injury to the wound. It was mildly amusing to remember her, simply walking in with some food in a tin, rolling her eyes as she walked past Haemotalion. Then she went on to verbally whip the astartes as well. It was a sight that he had to admit, was different. Certainly not brave, not amazing, it was just surreal. A young child, speaking on an equal foot with astartes who most likely were fighting before she was even conceived. For someone named Serpent of The Administratum, he was certain that a strong gust of wind would knock the girl over. He waited in the chamber of Captain General, first occupied by Constantin Valdor himself. A sacred place, adorned with intricately carved pillars and pristine interior. He hated waiting, especially when there was something to do. Usually, people like her, simple humans, would be ignored. However, the Emissaries Imperatus had other ideas. They saw her as an opportunity. She was first in a high position to make changes, but not powerful enough to be drunk with power. The Ecclesiarchy was the one who raised her and backed her , yet she did not become the dogmatic zealot.That however, did not make her special enough for him to care. To the Emissaries Imperatus however, she did. Important enough for her to be given access to the secret archives. He heard the familiar steps of the power armor, but not the footsteps that should have accompanied him. The door opened, it was Navern, the custodes assigned to escort her.>Navern entered, and in his arm was the child>Navern looked toward the stairway, “she is still walking up, but she is not far, she insisted on walking up by herself.” (Roll d100 to see if she’ll make it or not)1 - 75 4 Degree of success11- 25 3 Degree of success26- 50 2 Degree of success51 - 75 1 Degree of success75 - 90 No Success90- 100 You fucked up
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>5496469>>Navern looked toward the stairway, “she is still walking up, but she is not far, she insisted on walking up by herself.” (Roll d100 to see if she’ll make it or not)
>>5496469Oh right, in dice wise, I'll take out of three
>>5496473*best out of three
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>5496469
Rolled 93 (1d100)>>5496469>Navern looked toward the stairway, “she is still walking up, but she is not far, she insisted on walking up by herself.” (Roll d100 to see if she’ll make it or not)
>>5496469>Looked at the stairways>>5496471>>5496479>>5496541Heh, that's a rollercoaster, but 4 dos
Navern looked toward the stairway, “She is still walking up, but she is not far, Captain General. She insisted on walking up by herself.”“I thought she was ill.”“She is.”The silence lasted longer, and they heard a soft wheeze. A small hand appeared, then the whole Undersecretary. The young woman leaned on the immaculately made door, wheezing but not as bad. “I am…” The young woman breathed long and exhaled deeply. “Here, my lords.”He supposed the rumors of her illness were exaggerated. -Walking up the stairs was a bad idea. But, you managed to pace yourself and walk up. You made a mental note to exercise more. Oh who are you kidding you’ll bully some tech priests into installing some machines that will carry you up the stairs. You eventually made back up with minimal sweat, than the Emperor that your clothes absorbed them. You entered the beautiful room, as if crafted by the Emperor himself. You first bowed. “My lords, I, Undersecretary of Administratum, Acting Mistress of Departmento Munitorum,Alethia Altair Amadeus, have arrived, per your summons.” Don’t wheeze, don't wheeze, don't wheeze. “Now, what is it that you need from me?” You flashed the practiced court smile, not without a wheeze.“Sit.” Valoris said. You were given a what was essentially a booster seat and it will cease to humiliate you. You wore it when visiting an astartes homeworlds or simply when you just needed one. Those damn extravagant desks that nobles have are huge for no reason you swear. There was a small cup of tea and light pastries, and you doubted if it came from custodes’ kitchen. You weren’t sure if they even ate anything. Hopefully, they ate better than the sisters.“Eat. Drink.”You took a bite out of the pastries, and sipped on some tea. It would have tasted nice… if not for the fact that you were too nervous to taste anything. Though you did notice this.>His helmet, crafted masterfully as it was, was rather… cute looking, >On closer look, he, and the other custodians were massive>How perfect everything looked, the tower, the custodians, everything, it was as if you were flying into the Great Crusade Era(Update will be very fast, but short, I want to make some conversation stuff)
>>5496863>How perfect everything looked, the tower, the custodians, everything, it was as if you were flying into the Great Crusade EraNo matter how much you see, there's always more stashed in the Palace. They've probably got all the missing episodes of Dad's Army down here somewhere.
>>5496863>>How perfect everything looked, the tower, the custodians, everything, it was as if you were flying into the Great Crusade Era
You took a bite out of the pastries, and sipped on some tea. It would have tasted nice… if not for the fact that you were too nervous to taste anything. Though you did notice this. There was perfection. The tower, the custodians, everything, it was as if you were flown into the Great Crusade Era. The taste of the food did not register, but the sights did. Pillars were carved, the table was smooth to the touch, and even the marble floor had its own oozing regality to it. It was difficult not to look around you.“What distracts you?”You flinch.“N-Nothing my lord.”“Know that I despise liars. Speak.”“This place, everything looks so perfect here, it feels like I’ve been sent back to the Great Crusade era… this place is magnificent, nothing I’ve ever seen. And you, my lord. All the custodians.”“Hmph.” The Captain General grunted disapprovingly. You assumed it was because you were trying to suck up to him. You swallow hard, the pastries in your mouth now tasted like ash. “I read about it, from the beginning to the end. Every battle. I’m not saying saccharine words, my lord.”“Yes, I know. Who do you think it was that gave permission for your access?” So it was the Captain-General himself that allowed you such knowledge. Most likely, it was him that placed the custodians near your office too, maybe, but there was no lie that you were safe due to their presence.“I’m grateful, truly. But… why?”“Tell me about the Great Crusade. What is it?”>“It was a series of military campaigns measured in planets throughout the galaxy after the Unification War after the Emperor revealed himself during the Age of Strife. It was suggested to begin in 798.M30 and end at 005.M31. It was during the Great Crusade the Imperium took its shape, mostly led by Malcador the Sigillite who created many officios.” >“It was a crusade under the leadership of our Emperor, to reunify humanity of the lost planets to take the stars. As it was humanity’s destiny to do so. And it was during that…” You nervously said the next part, “the Horus Heresy occurred.”>“Alongside the Emperor, Malcador the Sigillite and the primarchs took to the stars to reunify humanity. It was the beginning of the use of space marines in combat and also the first uses of many combat doctrines, strategies, diplomacy, medicine, technology and war machines. It was also when the predecessor of Astra Militarum was created, the Imperialis Auxilia.” (no write-ins this time)
>>5496946>“It was a series of military campaigns measured in planets throughout the galaxy after the Unification War after the Emperor revealed himself during the Age of Strife. It was suggested to begin in 798.M30 and end at 005.M31. It was during the Great Crusade the Imperium took its shape, mostly led by Malcador the Sigillite who created many officios.”Ask a straight question, get a straight answer!I have a hunch he knows all this already and is fishing for an answer that shows we speak without the lens of indoctrination, and the topic of Horus might come up next.
>>5496946>It was a series of military campaignsI want to say that it was a crusade under an ideology of human reunification, display some understanding of the source material.But I will settle for exacting precise information
>>5496946>>“It was a series of military campaigns measured in planets throughout the galaxy after the Unification War after the Emperor revealed himself during the Age of Strife. It was suggested to begin in 798.M30 and end at 005.M31. It was during the Great Crusade the Imperium took its shape, mostly led by Malcador the Sigillite who created many officios.”
“It was a series of military campaigns measured in planets throughout the galaxy after the Unification War after the Emperor revealed himself during the Age of Strife. It was suggested to begin in 798.M30 and end at 005.M31. It was during the Great Crusade the Imperium took its shape, mostly led by Malcador the Sigillite who created many officios.” “And what else?”“Some STC were discovered as well. Along with the Treaty of Mars being signed.”Valoris remained silent, and you knew the answer he was looking for. You were not a fanatic, you believed the Emperor was not a god like many astartes did. You scoffed at superstition, even the Adepta Sororitas at times. But saying that word, it made you nervous.“And… it led to the Horus H-Heresy.” The words were rather bitter in your mouth.“I was there when it happened, I fought alongside the Emperor. I was among his councilors and advisors. During the heresy, we fought with him and against the evil that the space marines were to be bulwarks of. Why do you think the primarchs fell?” >“Chaos, it wormed into their minds.”>“They lacked trust in the Emperor.”>“They were blind by their own past, and refuse to mold out of it.”>Wriet-in
>>5497098>They spent too many years apart from terra, eachother or the Emperor, eroding their trust and faith in his designs and plans while they acted as masters of their own millions of souls. Through these factors, they became susceptible to temptation by the great enemy.I figure that's an answer a cunning beaurocrat would give. Namely because with the facts she is aware of, it is probably how she would try and take them down.Wait for their discontent with their allies to grow, then offer them something that is more appealing. She may even be able to intuit from modern astartes attitudes that they weren't happy about being made redundant as their purpose died out.
>>5497098A bit of all of the above and more.>Distrust. Paranoia. Stress. Hubris. Separation. Resentment. Trauma. All if it festering in their minds, driving them apart from each other and eroding their faith in the Emperor, and exploited by Chaos to seduce and manipulate them into turning on the Imperium.That's the actual TLDR, right (maybe put more eloquently)? This guy is probably one of the only people in the Imperium we can speak freely to on this topic.
“Even among primarchs, there were distrust and paranoia. Each of them were alone and to some, they resented the Emperor. Perturabo became resentful of Rogal Dorn. Magnus the Red, Fulgrim and Horus Lupercal’s hubris became his own downfall. Mortarion was distrustful of the Emperor. Angron and Konrad Kurze were victims of circumstances.”“You pity them.”You bit your lip. “No. I don’t know. I feel it’s not in my place to judge them. I did not experience their pain after all.” Because of his helmet, you could not tell if he approved or not. His body was still, like a statue, old and weathered yet still in pristine condition. It was still surreal that you were speaking with a custodian for so long, especially the one that walked with the Emperor. Valoris only nodded.“If I may ask my lord, why did you summon me?”“You are but a child, granted power at even an younger age. I wished to see what kind of person you were. You are dismissed.”And just like that, you were escorted out of Tower of Hegemon. It was good to see Testatus’ and Illyan’s face. “I don’t want to tire you more, but you still have another meeting.” Testatus said.>“Your master, High Lord Haemotalion, wants to speak with you.”>“Chancellor of the Imperial Senate, Chancellor Lev Tieron, is here to see you when you are available.”
>>5497267>“Chancellor of the Imperial Senate, Chancellor Lev Tieron, is here to see you when you are available.”
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>5497267flip
>>5497267>>“Chancellor of the Imperial Senate, Chancellor Lev Tieron, is here to see you when you are available.”
When you returned to your office, doing some odds and ends, mostly it was making the logistical movements for Cadia Secundus. Matters such as when and how the supplies should arrive, and the timeframe of moving the supplies as well. Then it was seeing the updated status of the worlds, and hopefully you’d be getting a report on what supplies they might need the most. “Madame, Chancellor Tieron has arrived.”“Good, let him in.”The chancellor soon entered along with his protege, Anna-Murza Jek, the aide-de-camp of the Chancellor. You remained seated while you gestured to the chancellor to sit. Lev Tieron was a soft spoken man, but stoic. The wrinkles on his face folded as he spoke, firmly yet quietly. The chancellor and his kind were meant to be advisors, scholars, with impartiality with the betterment Imperium as their mission. “Madame.” “Chancellor.”You looked down at the parchment, signing off another request form from a planet nearby to deny their request for a regiment. “What pleasure do I owe to your presence?” “The senate are unsatisfied by the extra protection of the junction-worlds. Now that half are lost, they are shifting the current issues of the strained forces on you. Master Haemotalion was unavailable due to his own busy schedule, he had referred you to resolve this current issue.”
Your eyes narrow at the chancellor. Well, it would not be the first time you were made to be his shield. After all, you were the Undersecretary, which meant his problems were your problems. He approved it, but you made the plan.“And exactly, how much of the senate? Don’t think that I’ll be a fool to think the entire senate is unsatisfied. Cadia was destroyed, and no one knew if that was the end or not. The junction-worlds needed to be protected. Master Haemotalion also shared in my opinion. Chancellor, I was working with you to save Cadia.” “Yes,” He said softly. “However, we must also remember the men and supplies to Terra are also from them as well. A delay, especially now when unrest is growing, will only worsen. As you know, there have been riots across Terra.” That was true, Terra relied on imported supplies and the riots die happen, but it was of no importance to you. “Because you can make the changes. You can submit a course of action and I will have them pass it. And that is the reallocation of the half of the Astra Militarum in the remaining junction worlds and complete removal of hive worlds and leave it to the Arbites and have them go to Shrine Worlds.”“Shrine World is of no importance.” “The people of the Imperium must know, especially in this time that they have nothing to fear. Faith, Undersecretary, it is what we need more than ever.” Ah, so he already talked to the Grand Provost Marshal and the Ecclesiarch, though you didn’t know who else he already got a permission on for his plan. The Inquisitorial Represenative, the Fabricator General, Grand Master of Assassins rarely came so it meant they would not be in the next meeting. The Lord High Admiral Lord Commander Militant was too busy to be in the next meeting as well. You had to be aware of the Master of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, Master of the Astronomican, and Paternoval Envoy on their thoughts on the matter. “And when do you need this answer?”“Now. Surely, Madame, you cannot waste on important matters such as these? Of course I can send my adepts every hour or so to get your answer soon as possible." In court speak this was: 'I will bother you even hinder your work to get my preferred answer.' >Agree to reallocate (write-in)>Disagree to reallocate (write-in)
>>5497598>Disagree>No. Unless the shrine worlds can provide tangible benefits or we raise the tithe of men on them to cover for the loss, then we are throwing away our industrial base for a propagandist victory. There are much less costly ways of doing so, such as the declaration of a crusade or other grand gesture. Besides they are shrine worlds, dedicated and proud of their devotion to the emperor. He will protect them.A rather biting remark, since I doubt the Chancellor is much for that sort of line. But yeah, unless he can provide a new element to the equation, we are still protecting the pragmatic course.The Paternoval envoys are probably on our side here, they don't like the church and they make their money on shipping.The other two masters, I've no idea.
>>5497598>>Disagree to reallocate
>>5497598>Disagree to reallocate (mostly)In a broad sense, we should not reallocate significant resources to serve Ecclesiastical whims (can't they take care of themselves? They have their own army after all). However, we can throw them a bone here - how about we make some concessions and reinforce a few particularly important Shrine Worlds (those considered the most holy, occupy strategic locations and that provide the Ecclesiarchy with their forces) to get them partially off our backs and soften the blowback later when we get blamed for the ensuing shitfest. That's the best you're going to get Ecclesiarch, take it or leave it.
>>5498746>>5498736>>5498648>>5497704>Disagree to reallocate Counted
“Chancellor, I will not reallocate. Half of the junction worlds are gone. But the other half remains. Those planets just might be the line of defense and reinforcement for any vessels that came out of the Cicatrix Maledictum. It is a miracle that the astronomicon has yet to fall. Because if it does…” You gritted your teeth, but sigh. “We must prepare for the worst. Not only for Terra, but the worlds around us are ready for what will come. The Imperium is not just Terra.”“But without Terra the Imperium will unravel.” Tieron countered. “The Imperium will survive, as did humanity in the Old Night.” You said. “That was before the Emperor led humanity. Are you saying you know better than Him?”You glared at the man. He had you there. “Chancellor. I know you are not a schemer. Even if you did it would not be for your own gain. What is it that you are trying to achieve?”“It is to repeal the Edict of Restraint.”You raised a single brow, but leaned forward. The Edict of Restraint was a law passed ten thousand years ago, bounding the adeptus custodes to leave Terra to guard the Imperial Palace.“That’s a very old law.”“But a law that must be repealed nonetheless, humanity needs the adeptus custodes the most. To gain the Ecclesiarch’s and the Cardinal of the Holy Synod’s approval they wanted protection of the Shrine Worlds. The senate promised generous donations to support the guardsmen there as well.”No doubt the donations for the guard would go to the cardinals and the Ecclesiarchs… To have the custodes in the war, actively making a difference. It could very well turn the tide of the current situation.>Agree (write-in)>Disagree (write-in)
>>5498921>Explain how that can come about, The Custodes have Magistratium Lex. If they wish to overturn a law, they shall. If they wish to refuse an order of the senate, they will.>How then will the removal of that Edict compel the Custodes into action?I'm baffled and shocked. But. lets run the Maths.the companions number 10,000. That's 10 chapters of custodes, in astartes terms. One will no doubt remain here, on terra, leaving us 9k custodes. With their expected force projection, each company of custodes has the force of a chapter and this is equitable to. . . 90 chapters now running around. That's better than a new founding.If he can explain how he is going to convince the captain general to move forth, and it is viable, then I'm willing to agree to the relocation, On condition of Half of those "donations" go through the administratum's channels so we can strengthen what forces remain to guard the junction worlds.
>>5498921>>AgreeAs long as they are safeguards to ensure that they aren't being sent somewhere futile I can take it
>>5498921>agree>ask they find a way to encourage the custodes to arms
>>5498943>supportsure if he can find a way for the custodes to willingly take action then fine
>>5499365>>5499404>>5498943CountedReminder that if there is no ">Write-in" you can't do a write-in
>>5499430My bad. I saw Agree [Write in] and went for it.But the vote boiled down is "Can he actually make the custodes do anything? if yes, then agree"
>>5499449all good man
The need of the custodes was dire, but that not mean it was time to throw them into the grinder that was the Cicatrix Maledictum. You intertwined your fingers together, and stared into the chancellor’s eyes unwaveringly. Important or not, the junction worlds mattered, and you’d be damned if those donations goes to that damn Ecclesiarch, Baldo Slyst. Everything was heresy until it wasn’t.“The Custodes have Magistratium Lex, if they truly believed it was their time to act they would have done so.” You then realized. “By the Emperor… they haven’t.”The chancellor nodded. Your eyes squeeze shut, and for a brief moment you looked down. You exhaled calmly then looked back up. You knew why, they served the Emperor, not the Imperium. That was why they had the Magistratium Lex. “Then, the repeal is just a way to show how dire the situation is.” You said“I’m sure you are aware of the state of the Imperium is now.”Your hands squeezed together. “I do. That still doesn’t guarantee they will move. Have you spoken to him?”“I have not.” Had time to bother you, but did not have the time talk to the Chancellor. You truy wondered what went in the minds of the custodes. Well, he saw you once already, mayube he’ll see you again.“Then, if I agree, I will have some conditions.” “State them.”“Half of the donation will be through the administratum, and the reallocation will not be a complete removal.”“A quarter.”“One third.” You countered. “This is a gamble, Chancellor.”“For Terra, or for you?”“And I’m sure you’re not getting a chunk of it as well, I know your records as well. Your impartiality is not unwavering.” You glared sharply. “And the Administratum will have its due in a venture with little chance for success.” “One third it shall be.” He said reluctantly. “If I agree, which I haven’t.”>Agree (Write-in)>Disagree (Write-in)>See if you can talk to the Captain General
>>5499457>See if you can talk to the captain general.We lose nothing but time. We're officially helping his scheme and we are also getting the information we require.
>>5499457>See if you can talk to the Captain General
“Chancellor, I can’t give you my answer yet I’m afraid.”“The Imperium is in crisis.” The Chancellor said with a heavy voice. “Surely you of all people know the stake this time.”“I do, but the Imperium has been through a crisis before. Right now however, I can't compromise on this. Thank you for coming to my office personally, I bid you a good day.” “I see.” The chancellor said coldly. The chancellor then did a curt bow, and left along with his aide. Anger swelled within your squeezing heart. You didn’t know what to be mad at, the fact that the custodes had yet to move, or that you were forced to play a part of the political game. If you had forces to spare, he would have gotten, Right now, conserving what little there was the utmost priority. However, there was an instinct in you, to seek out an answer. You were always a curious one, but that was an instinct that you had to finely sharpen. Asking questions was part of your job, asking too much however, would gotten you killed. After all, there was no such thing as secrets in the Imperial Palace. The door shut with a dull thud, and you finally let out a long sigh. “Hey Testatus. Did I make the right choice?” “The edict was made by the God-Emperor. It would be heresy to repeal it. You should have said no when you had the chance.”You rolled your eyes with a heavy frown.“But isn’t trying to manipulate custodes also heresy?”“Possibly. What will you do now? He will return.”“I’ll see if I can speak to the Captain-General. I might as well ask him if he will do.”At the entrance of the Tower of Hegemon, you were stopped by a custodian. “State your business.”“I am here to see the Captain General.”If he wanted to see you, maybe you would be worth his time. “Wait here.”When the custodian arrive however, it was not the Captain General. The new custodian that entered had a red shoulder guard and grey-white robes.“Greetings my lord. I am the Undersecretary of Administratum, Acting Mistress of Departmento Munitorum, Alethia Altair Amadeus.”You grabbed the hem of your dresses and lifted slightly and bowed your head. You had your right feet go behind as you did, then bent your knees. “Greetings, young one. I am Hastius Vychellan.”Surprising enough, he responded the same, slightly bending his head. Maybe it was a nod. “I heard that you needed to see the Captain General.”“I did. It is an urgent question that is related to the junction worlds.” “He does not plan to deploy, if that is what you came to ask.”“Y-Yes, that was my question actually.” “Then you have your answer. However, there is something I need to speak with you, if you have the time.”>Still insist to speak with the Captain General (write-in)>Leave, you had your answer, there’s still more work to do (write-in)
>>5499739Forgot to add but also >Write-in
>>5499739>Write-in>stay and listen as from his adornments he is a The Emissaries Imperatus as there is no way you are going to refuse when someone who has heard the voice of the emperor wishes to speak to youfirst she is spoken to by a shadowkeeper that she can't read info that she isn't ready for yet then a emissaries, does she have a custodian tailing her that she doesn't know about I mean this sounds like the empower has one protecting her as he would be the one to also give her access to the library in the first place
> "Of course my Lord, I always have time for the Custodes."
>>5499739>> "Of course my Lord, I always have time for the Custodes."
>>5500012>>5500003>>5499812Counted, continued in the new thread here>>5500491>>5500491