You are Alethia Altair Amadeus, Undersecretary Of The Adeptus Administratum, a rank below the Master Of The Administratum and the Master of The Mistress of Departmento Munitorum. Easy to say, you live in a lap of luxury and the power you wield is immense. It’s only regret is having to do the actual work the Master of The Administratum (your boss) was supposed to do.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, mediating, there is never an easy day for you, now more than ever. The Great Rift split the Imperium in half, and you had to work tirelessly to ensure the Administratum and the Imperium at large intact. It was a time of chaos, Terra was erupting in riots that the Arbites and the PDF could handle. The Imperial Guard were essentially cut in half, as did other essential necessities that the Imperium needed. Lev Tieron, the Chancellor of the Imperial Senate approached you to help his plan to repeal the Edict of Restraint, which forced the custodes to stay in the Imperial Palace. This made no sense, as the Magistratium Lex allowed the custodes to essentially ignore any law from the Imperium.Much to your horror, despite all that happened, you discovered that the custodes had yet to move. You were now at the archives at the Tower of Hegemon, where a custodes of Emissaries Imperatus asked if you had time to spare.
“Of course my Lord, I always have time for the Custodes.”“Call me Vychellan.”“With all due respect, doing that would be-”“I insist.” “Then… I will, Vychellan.” The name zapped your tongue as if you spoke heresy. “Good. Come.” The custodian managed to walk alongside you, you could tell he slowed his pace. Gold and white of the Tower of Hegemon glittered like sprawling stars. Tall pillars held the infinitely tall towers, and the walls remained immaculate, they oozed of the great past and of foreign feeling. It was as if you traveled back in time. The serfs moved about, their heads were high and dressed in gold trimmed white robes. “How are you?”The human emotion on a custodian, you knew the were human but to actually show it, his human like concern drenched you with uncomfortable confusion. It felt so wrong. You’ve seen them as this silent guardian of the Throne, and now they’re talking to you, one of them even asking you to call by their name. “I’m doing well, and you?”Damn it all, force of habit.“I am well.”You continued to walk, thank the Emperor there were no stairs. You end up at an inhumanely elegantly etched double door. When the tall double door opened, you were met with a sea of archives, knowledge that most likely the custodians read and learned from. There were actual custodians reading scrolls and books. The secret archive was nothing compared to this.“Emperor…” “Follow me.”Vychella guided you to a custodes sized seat, he returned with several books. The books were separated into its own stack. “You may borrow them, I’m certain they will be a great asset to your knowledge.”Then he explained each of the stacks, and you immediately coiled back. They were records of the custdoes, written from custodes, all the way back to Constantin Valdor himself. And even-“You may take one to read.”“But there’s so many…”“Then take as long as you need.” Among the pile, you chose to take->Records of Malcador the Sigillite, his life and his works he had done,>The words of the Emperor, and his interaction with his custodes and their inception, and the Emperor's personal goals
>>5500491Oh right, the previous thread https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5458313/
>>5500499>Records of Malcador the Sigillite, his life and his works he had done,would give us some knowledge on the inner workings of several orginizations
>>5500499>>Records of Malcador the Sigillite, his life and his works he had done,
>>5500499>Records of Malcador the Sigillite, his life and his works he had doneMalcs was the one who kept the Imperium running in Big E's absence and we could learn a lot from him. I hope we don't have to follow in his footsteps of the whole turn-oneself-to-dust thing.
>>5500499>Records of Malcador the Sigillite, his life and his works he had done,
>>5500836>>5500728>>5500726>>5500648>>5500627Oh man that's some overwhelming vote. Why didn't you guys vote for the Emperor one?
>>5500898>it didn't sound as usefull as information on Malcador, especially with our current position
>>5500898because Malcador was way cooler, the guy who created the department we work for and I kinda feel like him, the beleaguered guy in back cleaning up the mess left behind by the higher-ups crashing around like a bull in a china shop. I think the records of the way he did things could be of great inspiration to us and very relevant to our situation, even if the texts of the Emperor could be ammunition against the Ecclesiarchy and obstructionists within the system if we find things to support our cause.
>>5500917Makes sense>>5500927Oh yeah, when Malcador choked Horus that part was hella radThe Records of Malcador the Sigillite, and the works he had done. You knew the name, everyone in the Administratum no- every adepts and officers of the Imperium knows. Malcador The Sigillite, the hero of the Imperium, far before Ciaphas Cain was given that title. “Then the records of Malcador the Sigillite.”“Interesting choice, I will have them delivered, you would not want your hospitaller to see these now would we?”“Yes, that would be wise. Thank you, my lor- I mean Vychellan. But I want to know, why are you doing this? This special treatment?”“Merely an investment toward young leaders such as yourself. I have other duties to tend to, I suggest you do as well.” You were back in your office, you were told that the books you chose would be delivered to your office. You didn’t ask how, or who, or even how they would enter your office. There was no question, they were the custodes. You were sure they’d get it done somehow. In your office, everything returned to normal… well normal it could have been considering the situation. You were handed reports and gave the order. “Work never seems to cease for you, madame.” Vladimir said.“That’s the life of an adept.” You shrugged. “How are you all faring in Terra?” “The astartes of the Imperial Fists treats us well. Terra is certainly a…” Vladimi paused for a moment. “A sight.”“You can be honest, Vladimir.” “The masses are animals.” Malkavian said. “They fight for food as if they’re in a feral world.”“Brother.” Vladimir said flatly.“Well, he’s not wrong about that.” You said admittedly. ““You have reports to read, madame.” Testatus said sharply. Talking bad about Terra was probably a touchy subject to anyone in the Sisters of Battle. Or that she didn’t like you speaking to the Lamenters. You looked at the mountainous stacks of paper. Which to start?>Read the report about the hive city of terra>Read about the reports of other planets adapting to the Great Rift>Read reports of surviving chapters and regiments, adepta sororita orders >Read reports from Lion’s Gate and the activity, maybe there’s something you can do there>Read reports on your office, Departmento Munitorum(You will have the chance to do three out of five)
>>5500951But real talk, while E was the one with the big ideas and the shiny armour, Malcs was the one who really built the Imperium and I honestly think was grounded, pragmatic and Tzeenchian enough to have made a better leader than Big E himself.>Read about the reports of other planets adapting to the Great Rift>Read reports of surviving chapters and regiments, adepta sororita orders>Read reports on your office, Departmento MunitorumI know shit's going down on Terra, but that's not our problem (for now.....). The place we can make the most difference is in holding the Imperium together.
>>5500951>Read about the reports of other planets adapting to the Great Rift>Read reports of surviving chapters and regiments, adepta sororita ordersIn that order>Read reports from Lion’s Gate and the activity, maybe there’s something you can do there
>>5500951>Read about the reports of other planets adapting to the Great Rift>Read reports of surviving chapters and regiments, adepta sororita orders>Read reports on your office, Departmento Munitorum
>>5500951>Great rift>Survivors>Our office.
>>5501003>>5501140>>5501149Counted Next time guys, you can choose one after another not all three at once
The reports of the planets adapting to the Great Rift was not an optimistic read. It was like losing half of the colors of a paint and being expected to paint the colors of a rainbow. Citizens on some of the planets were either on the verge or were already rioting. Other planets, agri worlds and forge worlds were doing well. However the problem still remained, even with some changes to food supplies route one planet would starve otherwise. On the bright side, Krieg was more than willing to send men to quell the riots.If only they had food to share.“That dire?” Vladimir said.“Why do you insist on talking to the child, brother?” Malkavian said tiredly. “Everyone needs an ear to vent to, brother.” Vladimir said. You shook your head.“Dire wouldn’t do justice. Half of the Imperium is cut off, dire doesn’t describe it fully. Though I must ask, how are you calm knowing that there’s a chance your chapter can be lost?”“Because we have suffered worse.” Malkavian said proudly. “Our chapter has survived against the worst of misfortune and yet we still stand.”“And Lord Dante is there as well. As long as the Blood Angels remain, so will we. And for every brother we lose, we will reap ten thousand more. For those we cherish, we die in glory.” “For those we cherish we die in glory.” Malkavian also said, but in a quieter tone. The astartes were a different breed, but sometimes it was moments like these that you see their human side. You continued to read and made necessary changes to alleviate the weight that other planets had. By doing so, you were starving millions, and the weight of your quill deepened. Before the Great Rift, they were just numbers, now that the planets were closer that reality was close enough to smack you into realization. “You’ve been working for a while now. You should take a break.” “I can still work.” “Yes, I know you can. You need rest to make better decisions.” A long yawn escaped your chapped lips. >Get some tea and snacks>Take a walk >Take a nap
>>5501181>Get some tea and snacks.
>>5501181>Get some tea and snacksBISCUITS
>>5501181>Get some tea and snacks
The scent of the aromatic tea wafted in the air. You took another bite of prans fruit sugar biscuit. The sugar gave life to your tired body, and the blackleaf tea’s light bitterness countered the sweetness. It all tasted well, as it always did. But now, there was a bitter taste on it. You had all the food you wanted, luxury at your beck and call. The world you just condemned however were to starve. You continued to nibble on the biscuits and pastries, but never finished it all. You put the tea cup down.“Gentlemen, do you want to try some?”This time, it was the Delarus and Malkavian while the Vladimir and the Sergeant-Veteran were assisting the Imperial Fists.“No.”“We don’t need indulgences, child.”What a bunch of fun loving men.“You there adept, I’m done eating. Share it with the other adepts.”The adepts hid their glee, you could tell their joy from the quick movement and left. You looked at the parchments. Despite the work you finished there were still more planets that waited for their fate.
>>5502160Most notably, you were informed the successor chapters of Blood Angels took the heaviest losses among the already high casualty of astartes. That didn’t contain the chapters that were now considered lost. The estimated amount of lost chapters, plus the casualty of astartes reported from other chapters? Estimated amount of twenty five thousand. In the standard of astartes, this was a tremendous loss. It was akin to losing twenty five chapters. Then it came to the harder part, reading the status of the orders. The Order of The Argents Shroud took the heaviest loss, as their home world was in the center of the Cicatrix Maledictum. The report said they were considered lost. Then came the Order of the Valorous Heart, since they were scattered everywhere. The Order of The Sacred Rose came after. There were losses of missions, preceptories, but never an Order. There was hope that once the Cicatrix Maledictum is lifted (if it can be), their status would change. Though there was little hope in this Emperor forsaken galaxy. Not to mention, each sisters and astartes lost were loss of priceless materials, materials that you had to find a new source from. A long sigh escaped from your lips as you massaged your temples.“Woe to the unfaithful, the blinded, for they shall only know the darkness. Their hung heads will not see the light of the Emperor and only see the abyss. The faithful shall be given today, the food we need, and rescue us from evil.” Testatus gently pulled you out of your seat and made you kneel. Her ceramite gauntlet rested on your head, and she continued to pray. You folded your hands together. “Let us pray.” Testatus said gently. “Through the will of the God-Emperor, the Imperium will live. Humanity will live. Give her strength God-Emperor, let my sister have the strength to make the decisions for the Imperium and for your people. Praise the Emperor.” “Praise the Emperor.” You echoed. “We give thanks to the Emperor for giving us his strength, so we continue to serve you.” Her hands move away, and you stood up as she softly lifted you up.“Remember, Alethia. The distress you feel, won’t compare to the glory in serving the Emperor. I’m your hospitaller, but also your spiritual aide. You don't have to carry the burdens of your heart alone. The Emperor protects.”You nodded, not that you felt that way. It was difficult to be so optimistic. >“How are you so optimistic? The galaxy is split in half, worlds are in dishevel, the Administratum is stretching thin and there are more losses than ever before!”>“I’m afraid Testatus, I don’t know what’s going to happen. Does… does he really protect? When so many die, how can I believe that the Emperor protects?” >Write-in>Ask for a hug
>>5502163>“How are you so optimistic? The galaxy is split in half, worlds are in dishevel, the Administratum is stretching thin and there are more losses than ever before!”
>>5502163>How can you be so optimistic?>Write in: "The emperor protects his people through his angels, His armies and his bureaucracy Testatus. How can he protect us, let alone them, if we cannot function."It's all good saying that sister, but. . he uses the government to protect us, not random signs and vaugeries. How can a government fix food shortages with no way to produce the food?
>>5502163>>“How are you so optimistic? The galaxy is split in half, worlds are in dishevel, the Administratum is stretching thin and there are more losses than ever before!”
>>5502163>>“I’m afraid Testatus, I don’t know what’s going to happen. Does… does he really protect? When so many die, how can I believe that the Emperor protects?”
>>5502163>>>“How are you so optimistic? The galaxy is split in half, worlds are in dishevel, the Administratum is stretching thin and there are more losses than ever before!”
“How are you so optimistic? The galaxy is split in half, worlds are in dishevel, the Administratum is stretching thin and there are more losses than ever before!” Your heart began to pound harder. “I have reports of at least twenty five hundred thousand lost regiments. NOT COMPANIES! REGIMENTS!”“Alethia.” “Casualties of astartes that are approximately twenty five chapters, and half of the Administratum is gone which I can barely hold on to! I can’t contact anyone! Billions will die and are dead of starvation, lack of medical treatment, or some daemon incursions because of the choices I make! There are riots that will have innocent people crushed! Terra is in absolute shambles! The custodes are not moving, and there’s so much other krakk that I don’t know what-“Alethia!”She grabbed your shoulders with a tight grip, shaking you roughly. Her pale green eyes stared into yours, her stalwart gaze and firm hands wrestled your anxiety. Testatus always found a way to ground you back into reality. Other than Canoness-Errant Setheno may have taught you as a child but Testatus was with you just as long as Setheno did when you were raised in Schola Progenium. “Now more than ever is the time to be stronger. You must not falter. You may not be a battle sister, but you are still a sister. You are a daughter of the Emperor. Take heart of that.” Technically you were. You were raised in their faith, ideology, and so on. You’ve met sisters of all Orders as well. That however, did not mean you kept their faith. You never knew why you didn’t, even as a child it was just difficult to just accept it. You drew a long breath and exhaled.“I will. Thank you.”Certainty was always comforting, knowing that there was a beginning and an end. 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. And faith… you had faith in Testatus, you were certain about that. A week had passed.You were in your office as usual, reading over the reports from your office (technically your boss’s but you were the one who did the actual work), the Departmento Munitorum. It was the evening, and you were reading the reports. It was the same as the days before. Lacking supplies, what kind? All of it. You don’t even know why you bothered to read it. But that meant a report would have slipped from your eyes. You looked at the pile, and sighed.>Finish the pile and sleep>Just go to sleep, you’ll read them all later
>>5502756>>Finish the pile and sleep
>>5502756>Finish the pile and sleep
The astartes were now outside of your office, and Testatus left as did your astropaths and servants. The evening deepened into the night, you were sure it was midnight by now. You let out a long yawn as fatigue’s weight swelled like an ugly wart. You placed the parchment on the desk and went into your office-room. After a long shower and changing of clothes, you picked up the record of Malcador the Sigillite. Though it was technically an autobiography. It is a fascinating read. His works, his words, you gained a better insight on the Imperium’s early establishment… and how much the Administratum had changed. If what he said was true, the Imperium now was a slow corpse dragging itself with a fingerless hand compared to the M30 Administratum. It only sucked that you were a fast reader. You reached for the next book, his accounts and thoughts on the technology of the Dark Age of Technology and artifacts. You hear a muffled banging on your door. Which meant the astartes let them in which meant it was a good reason. Your ire had to be aimed at the problem, not the messenger. You don your robe and open the door. The adept looked extremely apologetic, he was one of your hand picked adepts out of few that you had personally used.“This better be important, adept.” “Port-Adjudant Injun is calling for you madame, he needs you at the Lion’s Gate Space Port immediately.”“Oh, he used the word, ‘immediately’? As if he has the authority to call his mistress?”“N-No, madame. There is a supply issue, they are arguing on who should be able to have it. Which was why the Port-Adjudant asked for your assistance.”“That idiot, can he not take care of himself? That’s a rhetorical question, don’t answer that.”You dressed into your utility uniform, and quickly traveled to Lion’s Gate Space Port with Vladimir and Veteran Sergeant Nost. There was a crowd clamoring, almost starting of a fight. Where were the arbites for Throne’s sake?And… that’s Captain Gilles-Duparte. From the uniforms of the men it was->Write in your preferred guard regiment, this for your second love interest
>>5503132>Write in your preferred guard regiment, this for your second love interestmy mind is telling me cadian but my heart is telling me>catachan
>>5503132>Write in your preferred guard regiment, this for your second love interestLucifer Blacks, this is Terra after all.
>>5503132>>Write in your preferred guard regiment, this for your second love interestMordian
>>5503178I'll support it
Catachan: 1Lucifer Blacks: 4Mordian: 1Vostroyan: 1Cadian: 1I'll have the votes still up for now, also I could barely find lores for them so I'll fill in some gaps. Also, I assumed it'd be Cadian with Caida Secundus and all. I'll check back later to count the votes.
>>5503606Cadian would be too easy.Who could resist those glowing purple eyes?
Lucifer Black it is, sadly I can't find much lore about them so I'll try to make some up in the gaps.
>>5503917if anything they are always depicted as being compared to heartless robots with it being stated that they have never cracked a joke though they are what can be considered what a custodes are to a space marine, they are to a human soldierthere are some YouTube video's about them but not much
>>5503996From what I read so far, they're glorified guardsmen cause they were there during the Unifications War.
>>5504115yeah they are from the unification being with the emperor from the startwhen they where voted I knew of them but not much lore so I watch some guy called majorkill about them and he summed them up as being elite guardians right now after they where re-founded from being disbanded after the war of the beast by the grand master of the imperial assassins after killing the high lords and putting puppets in their places to take power, but they are back around the current timeline
Despite being three past midnight, the Lion’s Gate space port was busy. Less busier due to the Cicatrix Maledictum, but still bustling with activities. Running the biggest space port in the Imperium required constant care. At the entrance Injun waited. Injun was a slim man. His cheeks and eyes were sunken and his skinny arms were covered by the red old coat he wore.Injun, despite being braver than a depressed hound, and assertive as a pillow, was a fine logician. Though he always called you for help when denying high ranking officers of all offices and military branches. Which was understandable, some carapace headed people needed to hear it from the source after all. “Injun. This is Veteran Sergeant Nost and battle brother Vladimir Camarillo of the Lamenters chapter.”“A-An honor. N-Now-”“I do so appreciate your work here Injun, the port always run so smoothly and I rarely hear any issues. You really are irreplaceable.”“Thank you, m-madame but-”Did you have to bring your fan? No. But you wanted to anyway. You poked at Injun’s chest with the tip of the folded fan. “But it seems that I must remind you that my authority is. Not. Your. Shield. Next time I’ll find someone who can do two thirds of your proficiency who will have a spine. I trust we will not have this conversation again?”Injun swallowed, then bowed deeply once more.“Y-Yes, madame.”“Good,” you smiled. “Because there are plenty that want your position.”
>>5504774On the way to the destination, Injun explained what had happened. There was a pack of lasgun packs and rations assigned for both parties. Meaning someone at the warehouse-vault made the mistake that it was meant to be shared between the two, instead of being for one party. The people responsible for picking up the supply got involved in a fight due to the dispute, which exploded into a brawl. Which brought the junior officers involved, and the junior officer’s officers involved. Because the supply issue was outside of their jurisdiction, and it involved high ranking officers, you had to be called.Isn’t the chain of command wonderful? Vladimir and Nost stay in their vehicles, you didn’t want to be seen as someone who wields power so flagrantly after all. You had Injun stay as well, since he’d do nothing but cower behind you. You recognized Arthur. But on the other side was none other than the men of Lucifer Blacks, the elite regiment. Though, you knew plenty of elite regiments that the word itself didn’t carry much of an impact anymore. The crowd of men still remained, but the enforcers were there to ensure another fight would not break out. You walked toward the group of men, Half were a mix of voidsmen, voidsmen-at-arms*, and some junior officers. On the other side was none other than the men of Lucifer Blacks, the elite regiment. Though, you knew plenty of elite regiments that the word itself didn’t carry much of an impact. “Excuse me.”“What?” The random voidsman looked at you. “You from Deparmento Munitorum to settle this?”“Quite.” Normally, this wouldn’t happen. But were wearing your utility uniform and you didn’t bother to wear your gaudy looking aquila necklace. Your utility uniform was something you made, since the official uniform was three layers of fabric and heavy gold. You had the symbol of the adminsitratum on the left side of your chest to ensure you wouldn’t be mistakened for some random worker as well. A perfect clothes for a perfect w-“Hey there’s a kid from the Departmento Munitorum to settle this, make a hole!”W-woman…(Voidsmen-At-Arms: Basically the infantry of Imperial Navy.)
You walk through the men and arrive at the center. “M-Madame…” Arthur said. “I did not expect you to come.”“I did not as well. I thought the men of the Astra Navis and Astra Militarum would conduct themselves in a barbaric manner.” You said sharply. “Especially-”You turned toward the guardsmen of the Lucifer Blacks.“Regiment one with a deep and proud history of the Lucifer Blacks. Or am I to assume they are the husk of what they once were, Commander Verdun Nox? Why didn’t you speak to Prefect Exius? I assigned her to your regiment to be the liaison for my office. Well?” “No excuses, madame.” Verdun said stoically. “I apologize as well madame. I’ll have my men disciplined for this.” Arthur said. You see through the dark haze that was the sky of Terra, rise. “As for the supply. I’ll have it given to Captain Gilles-Duparte, I’m assuming your men are departing soon?”“Not yet, we have an order to stand. And it’s Commodore actually. The Cicatrix Maledictum made the ranks of the officers barren.” “My apologies, Commodore. Now that the supply is taken care of and the scuffle is over. I’ll take my leave. I have actual work to do instead of breaking up tantrums between grown children.”You walked back, and returned to your office. By the time you arrived it was already your designated time to work. With a hazy mind and anger that turned to bitterness, work was slower than an Ogryn learning to count. “A message, madame.”One of the adepts arrived with a tray of two parchments. One had the seal of the Lucifer Black, and the other from the Imperial Navy. You opened both and read that they wished to right their mistake and asked for your presence. They even send their second in command for this, a gesture of true sincerity. The question is, who will you meet?>Verdun Nox>Arthur Gilles-Duparte (By choosing one, a different interaction will be made for the character not chosen, maybe even outside of Terra)
>>5504779>Verdun NoxI do want to see what fanon the QM has come up with regarding the Blacks as well
>>5504779>>Arthur Gilles-Dupartesenior service, after all
A Commodore, that was rather an uncommon rank. It was odd, but knowing that technically half of the Imperial Navy was gone, it was not difficult to assume new roles needed to be filled. With the Imperium being on an almost pure defensive stance, you were certain that more ships would be arriving soon. Your lips stretched open as a long yawn crawled out in a crawling pace. Emperor, you need a nap… but you still had work to do. You ordered the adept to first send a letter replying to Cap- Commodore Gilles-Duparte. As for Commander Nox, he’d get his answer soon after you had your sleep. You had your adept that you’d be meeting him… him. Oh Emperor you need to sleep.“Madame?” The adept said.“Just send him that I’ll come…” You flipped through your schedule. “Uh, oh man I got nothing. Ugh. I’ll come tomorrow night then. Have them prepare a small reception as well, if they haven’t thought of it already.”A meeting in the night, if some nobles heard of this it would have been taken the wrong way. Then again, you were sure they were too busy guzzling some decadence or something. “Alright let’s get this work done.”
It took much convincing for both Testatus and Sergeant-Veteran Nost, but you managed to. It was a private affair, bringing your own retinue would just bring more unnecessary attention. In the end, you made the compromise to have them come with you, but they would stop when you would be with the commodore. You were pretty certain that this would lead to some quiet scheming against his own Commodores to climb the ranks or something. So, it was to be a somewhat casual meeting. You checked your closet inside your office-room. It was then you realized everything you wore were variations of your uniforms and few clothes. Since most of the time you were out was done in an official capacity, you never thought of getting clothes outside of it. In the end you chose a light two layered dress of velvet and gold trim, along with some modest accessories. Under the evening sun muffled by the dark haze of Terra, you arrive to the ship where voidsmen-at-arms were standing at attention with their Kantrael patterned lasguns. At the bay, there was Commodore Arthur Gilles-Duparte, who held an uneasy look once he laid his eyes on you. When you walked up, the voidsmen-at-arms returned to their ships and your retinue stood outside. “Madame, I’m glad that you could make the time.”“As am I.”
Arthur Gilles-Duparte was the commodore of the 52nd fleet and the commander of his own ship, the overlord class battlecruiser, named Hammer of Vengeance. As expected of an overlord class, the interior of the ship was a city of its own. While it is an impressive sight, the awe did not last for long. You’ve seen bigger ships after all. So it made you wonder, what was he going to do for his “amending.” You were led to the top of the ship and into his quarters. Either he was a fool or foolhardy fool to do so. His quarters were neatly kept, fresh, most likely cleaned before your arrival. His taste was… passable, perhaps a little too plain and military like. Not that you blamed him, he is an officer after all. You did notice a pile of books however…“Commodore, what are they?”“This my gift to amend for the disruption of your work, madame. They're books from other planets that I've collected. This pile is fiction and this pile is historical texts."He then brought another book from his desk and placed it on the fiction pile. "And this is…” He cleared his throat. “One of my personal favorite. I’ll leave it here. I hope you'll read this one first."Perhaps it was intentional, or an accident. But you saw the book being placed in the fiction side. You didn’t take him for a fiction person. And you honestly expected some expensive gift, like Nalwood or some gem. This gift was rather… thoughtful. “I… Thank you, Commodore. This is very kind of you.” You said politely. “May I?""Please, by all means."You went for his personal favorite first due to the hard cover not having an illustration. Just as you were about to open the cover, his black gloved hand gently closed it back. You looked at Arthur wearing a practiced smile that hid his true emotion at the moment. “It is best if you read it later in a more comfortable setting, don’t you think, madame? I had some ingredients imported from some of the finest restaurants in Terra to serve you dinner and I was hoping to show you around the ship as well.">Read it anyways (write-in)>Don’t read it (write-in)>Ask what the book is/ask him in a way that will get him to answer (write-in)
>>5506133>Don’t read it (write-in)Follow him
>>5506133>Won't you at least give me a hint as to what it's about? It'll be like an itch I can't scratch otherwise.then Follow him.
“Won't you at least give me a hint as to what it's about? It'll be like an itch I can't scratch otherwise.”You held the book like a hostage would hold a hostage, threatening to open the book, a thumb hooked on the cover. Arthur sighed after pausing.“It is a book about a guardsman and his struggle.” Arthur said curtly. “I didn’t take you for a man of fiction.”“I have a soft spot for it.” Arthur replied, smoother and with a firm gaze on you. “The book that is.”You weren’t sure if he was flirting or genuinely meant to clarify.“Then I suppose I’ll have to wait.” The rest were rather plain. You were given the tour of the Hammer of Vengeance. There were some fancy showing from the voidsmen-at-arms and some impressive display of their weapons. You were not going to lie, it was boring and by the looks of it he had done this before. He spoke so fluently along with some historical tidbit of the ship. Perhaps to the average Imperium citizen it would be a sight to see. But to you, it was a bore. However, you still kept your interest as any good guest would do.
“This is the command bridge.”The voidsmen and officers went about their business. You let him explain the function of the command bridge and the activity that goes on, and you didn’t let the Commodore know that you already knew. “I assume you and your fleet has yet to move?”“Soon, but on a defensive position. There has been no words on whether we will delve into the Cicatrix Maledictum. I hear that name is your doing, you have a poetic heart.” “I thought it was fitting, time heals all wound as the ancient saying goes. The Imperium will forge on as it had through the crisis in the past.” There was a quaint silence, a moment of peace admist the busy and bustling bridge. He then escorted you back to the bay hanger where you left your retinue.“And this concludes the short tour. I wish I could show you more, but the rest are either unsafe or rather boring.”You give your usual polished smile.“I had a grand time, commodore, rest assured. Your hospitality has been most kind.”“I’m glad, I’ll see you soon?”“Perhaps.”“Then I’ll wait while holding my breath.”He gently grasped your hand and kissed the back of your hand.“My lady.”You weren’t impressed.Not at all.
Back in your office, you finished dressing into your nightgown and had the adepts bring the book into your office. You planned to sleep after some reading, maybe the book he recommended.“It looks like you enjoyed yourself.”“It wasn’t that fun, it was just a tour.” You said indifferently. “Your smile betrays your words.”“What?”You rushed into your room and saw it… a smile fixed firm like a bayonet. Heat krept up to your cheeks. You rushed back to Testatus.“How long did I have that face?”“After he kissed your hand.”“Ah, I see. Well.” You cleared your throat. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” On your bed you buried your face in the pillow and let out a silent scream. After a dignified shriek, you took a look at Arthur’s book. The book was about a guardsman and his struggles, but it ended with him finding love after thwarting an evil lord of the feudal world with children of his own. In standard of literature, it was subpar. Average, plain, midpoint. So why was it that you only had three hours of seep?The morning, thanks to the Emperor’s mercy you bet, was delightfully quiet. Too quiet in fact. Not a single parchment came your way, and you even sent your adepts only to hear everything was working well… as well as the Administratum could be that is. With the free time, you chose to read the records and you left on…>The Sigillites>Malcador’s record of the Imperium palace>Malcador’s thoughts on Lion El’Jonson and Roboute Guilliman
>>5507234>Malcador’s thoughts on Lion El’Jonson and Roboute Guilliman
>>5507234>Lion EL'Jonson and RowboatLets see what dirt we can get
>>5507234>>Malcador’s thoughts on Lion El’Jonson and Roboute Guilliman
“Hey Testatus, tell me if someone’s at the door. I’m gonna do some reading in my room.”It was a record on Malcador’s thoughts on Lion El’Jonson and Roboute Guilliman. It was boring if you had to admit. There were no negative opinions on them. Lion El’Jonson was seen as an incorruptible primarch, steadfast in his own way but stubborn. Malcador commented that some of the primarchs… feared him. Fear, primarchs, you never expected those words to be used in the same sentence. The book went on to speak of Roboute Guilliman, and something about Imperium Secundus?That… that was never in the records.Imperium Secundus was created by Roboute Guilliman, and Malcador thought this was an attempt to secede as well as betraying the Emperor. Due to the “Ruinstorm” the Emperor was not able to see the five hundred worlds, and because it was during the Horus Heresy there was no other thought than this to be a betrayal. Was Guilliman a traitor? On one hand, it can be said that this could have been an act to preserve the Imperium amidst the ruinstorm that isolated the loyalist forces. On the other hand, it could have been a power grab. However the ever presence of the Ultramarines proved Malcador wrong. Though it would have been interesting to ask him why he did, not like you can. Then there was Lion El’Jonson. Malcador had his doubts, but the Emperor himself told him that he had his trust. The Dark Angels were a trustworthy chapter after all, you never heard anything bad about them. Actually, you never heard anything significant about them. They merely existed. Maybe they were a secretive chapter, but that's none of your business. Huh, still silent. Well, time to read more then.>The Sigillites, on what they are.>Leman Russ and Jaghatai Khan>Vulkan and Rogal Dorn(Merry Christmas, hope you all have a good holiday)
>>5507765>The Sigillites, on what they are.
>>5507765>>The Sigillites, on what they are.Merry Christmas
The Sigillites. Malcador being the last of his kind, you supposed he would want some kind of remembrance of it. Amongst the organization of psykers during the Old Night, the Sigillites were focused on preserving the past. From the records it was also said that they kept technology from the Dark Age of Technology era. Due to being scattered, Malcador never found out what happened to his colleagues. It was their fortresses and artifacts that made the foundation of the Imperial Palace.You expected the Sigillites to be a secretive order with strict rules. However, it seemed that it was rather lax. They were scholars, historians, and archeologists. Some were even married in the loosest sense and had children as well. He laments that he never found out what happened to them, and whatever took them must have been something powerful. A sigillite is not easily killed after all. Another interesting thing was the technology from the Dark Age of Technology era. One of the most interesting ones for you was an advanced incubation chamber. From his records, he stated that it could create a psyker with no risk of the warp or the daemons. Even stranger, a pariah gene. In that regard… something about Roboute Guilliman being interested in it which furthered his suspicion. In the end, the records of the Sigillites and the incubation chamber would be placed in the Dark Cells, on both account of the danger it held and the value.Something in your gut twisted, and curiosity began to gnaw on you. You were really interested in the- >Incubation chamber>The Sigillites
>>5509152>The Sigillitesthe chamber is interestang but I want to know who these chumps where
The Sigillites. There were so little known about them, even in his records. The fact that the hero of the Imperium himself was one but there was little known… it made you want to know more. Once your designated time of work ended, and everyone returned to their own quarters, you entered the secret archive again. Down the deep stairs, you found yourself into the dimly lit halls again. You scoured the archives and pieced together all you could. From M30 to M31, you discovered that the Sigillite’s purpose was to preserve and record humanity, all the way back when humanity just began to sail across the galaxy. Those records however, were lost. The Sigillites were also powerful psykers, adept at the usage of dark technology. Amongst the most protected one was the incubation chamber which now resides in the dark cells. Apparently, it can also implant every skills imaginable. Along with the psyker gene, pariah gene, it was no wonder that the incubation chamber would be locked up. No wonder the Sigillites wanted to protect it. There was one report however. A child of the sigillites was reported to be missing. The Luna Wolves were sent to investigate the death of two Sigillites, and the supposed child was missing, nowhere to be found. The vault of relics were emptied and without knowing what was in the vault it was easy to say the warp was released. But then again, nothing bad happened so maybe it wasn’t that important. Oh well.That’s none of your business anyways. Despite the Cicatrix Maledictum ripping the galaxy in half, you were slowly used to it. Along with the monotony of daily grind, it was as if the Great Rift never happened. “It’s so boring.”“You mean it’s peaceful.” Testatus said. “This is the Emperor’s gift. Cherish it.”You rolled your eyes. The door opened, it was your boss’s adept with a tray of sealed parchment. “Good day madame, this requires your immediate attention.”Once the adept left, you read the sealed parchment. It was your next assignment.
>You were to go to the Somnus Citadel, Luna, the headquarters of the Anathema Psykana… but that place was abandoned wasn’t it? Not to mention you were certain they had their sources supply and maintenance… were you supposed to know? You only took care of the hives of Luna, the Somnus Citadel was just there. You recieved no words of them so you just assumed they had the same deal for the Inquisition and the Adeptus Custodes, which was getting supplies without any obstructions. Not to mention, this was the first time ever you had to speak to any member of the Anathema Psykana. The earliest records in the Departmento Muniotrum dated back to the end of Horus Heresy the last time the Anathema Psykana made a supply request. Just what is going on?>The astartes of Vlka Fenryka arrived on Terra from Fenris, to bring news of the Cicatrix Maledictum and other worlds. Your job was to record the situation, and become a liaison for the High Lords of Terra, along with taking care of supply issues required, and they would be accompanied by Tor Garadon, the Captain of the Imperial Fists’ 3rd Company. Strange, why would- your eyes widened. The report also said to have the Phalanx coming close, carrying the few surviving Cadian refugees. You were to find food and shelter for them as well.
>>5509396>You were to go to the Somnus Citadel, Luna, the headquarters of the Anathema Psykana… but that place was abandoned wasn’t it? Not to mention you were certain they had their sources supply and maintenance… were you supposed to know? You only took care of the hives of Luna, the Somnus Citadel was just there. You recieved no words of them so you just assumed they had the same deal for the Inquisition and the Adeptus Custodes, which was getting supplies without any obstructions. Not to mention, this was the first time ever you had to speak to any member of the Anathema Psykana. The earliest records in the Departmento Muniotrum dated back to the end of Horus Heresy the last time the Anathema Psykana made a supply request. Just what is going on?meeting sisters of silence, wonder what they could need that they cant get themselves
>>5509396>You were to go to the Somnus Citadel, Luna, the headquarters of the Anathema Psykanalet's go see the spooky girls
>>5509396>>The astartes of Vlka Fenryka arrived on Terra from Fenris, to bring news of the Cicatrix Maledictum and other worlds. Your job was to record the situation, and become a liaison for the High Lords of Terra, along with taking care of supply issues required, and they would be accompanied by Tor Garadon, the Captain of the Imperial Fists’ 3rd Company. Strange, why would- your eyes widened. The report also said to have the Phalanx coming close, carrying the few surviving Cadian refugees. You were to find food and shelter for them as well.
>>5509396>The astartes of Vika FenrykaCADIANS!
>>5509396>You were to go to the Somnus Citadel, Luna, the headquarters of the Anathema Psykana… but that place was abandoned wasn’t it? Not to mention you were certain they had their sources supply and maintenance… were you supposed to know? You only took care of the hives of Luna, the Somnus Citadel was just there. You recieved no words of them so you just assumed they had the same deal for the Inquisition and the Adeptus Custodes, which was getting supplies without any obstructions. Not to mention, this was the first time ever you had to speak to any member of the Anathema Psykana. The earliest records in the Departmento Muniotrum dated back to the end of Horus Heresy the last time the Anathema Psykana made a supply request. Just what is going on?>>5509396
>>5509396>The astartes of Vlka Fenryka arrived on Terra from Fenris, to bring news of the Cicatrix Maledictum and other worlds. Your job was to record the situation, and become a liaison for the High Lords of Terra, along with taking care of supply issues required, and they would be accompanied by Tor Garadon, the Captain of the Imperial Fists’ 3rd Company. Strange, why would- your eyes widened. The report also said to have the Phalanx coming close, carrying the few surviving Cadian refugees. You were to find food and shelter for them as well.While Sisters are interesting, let's go with people we can interact with with getting a severe headache
>>5510043>>5509690>>5509627>>55095844 votes >>5509432>>5509459>>55096873 votes
“Get my ship ready immediately. Tell them I will meet them at the Phalanx instead! Have someone prepare my bag of quills, ink tank and parchment and someone close my office for the day and inform the rest of the High Lords and the Cancellarius!”You quickly entered your office-room and switched into the utility uniform. When you exited however, your adepts still moved sluggishly. Well, sluggish in your standard. The adepts under your instructions were no ordinary adepts. Alright, they were, but they were handpicked by you. Because you saw their aptitude, potential, and adaptability.“What are you all doing standing around like broken servitors? MOVE!” The adepts stared at you bewildered by your urgent word then sprung into work like an unjammed bolt gun. You ran out of the office as fast as possible and within a minute or two, you collapsed on the ground, unable to breathe. Your legs collapsed, oh Emperor you really should work on your stamina. Oh Emperor’s sweet mercy you can't breathe. Why did you run? Why? It was then you feel someone’s hand, and when you looked up you saw his face, Commander Verdun Nox and his squad.
Arthur was a handsome man, the shape of his face was sharp with square jaws like a beautiful double edged powersword. Staring into his eyes was like a blue plasma, but you would be hot if you stared at it for too long. One look was all one needed to see that he was a product of careful breeding with both looks and intelligence in mind. An enchanting prince that balanced masculinity and beauty in perfect harmony. Verdun Nox was the opposite. If Arthur was the mastercrafted power blade, Verdun was an Ogryn Ripper Gun. Big, powerful, brutal, and… well not ugly, more like rugged. His nose was rather round without the sharpness, and his ears a bit bigger than average with the left missing some flesh. The scar on his left cheek and marred a good part of his face as well. He was also tall, nearing seven foot tall, taller than Arthur though you didn’t know how tall he was. “Madame.” His deep baritone rumbled. “Are you alright?” You caught your breath and with Testatus’s help you managed to stand. Testatus handed you the inhaler in which you took with a heavy gulp. The inhaler hissed and your lung gained some relief. Your bag was also slung over Testatus’s shoulder. “Yes. Quite.” You wheezed. “If you’re here it means you must have business, but I’m afraid I am on urgent business.”“High Lord Haemotalion said I am to accompany you.”You wanted to argue since you had plenty of protection, but you were too busy for that. “Very well, are you already prepared?” “Yes madame.” At the spaceport exclusive for high ranking members of Adeptus Terra, your ship quickly ascended toward Phalanx. It would take time to arrive so you chose to roam around, and at the command bridge you found the commander along with the astartes. Except, Verdun had the sourest grimace you’ve ever seen this month, and you’ve seen plenty of dour chagrins.>You harrumphed, gaining his attention, “You looked worried, Commander. Are you alright?”>“Commander, it has been a while. How are your men doing, I hear the quelling of the riot has seen some progress.”>Write-in (both action and dialogue)
>>5510526>>You harrumphed, gaining his attention, “You looked worried, Commander. Are you alright?”
>>5510526>You harrumphed, gaining his attention, “For what little it’s worth, I would prefer if your squad wasn’t pulled to babysit me either. The Imperium needs men like you everywhere but this transport.”>”All I can hope is that the information on the Cicatrix Maledictum brings info on how to reach the missing agri worlds. Our forces and materials will never pivot away from riot suppression unless I can address the food shortage.”Do we know enough from the secret archives to understand that belief = power in the warp? I’m wondering if the MC knows that belief in the Emperor makes him stronger and if that could weigh on her decision-making in the future.
>>5510748I don't think this is a good write in, because it assumes they are nor primarily a bodyguarding detatchment. Which we know they are.Unlike the fact they just engaged in riot actions with less resources than intended.>You harrumphed, gaining attention [You look worried]
You harrumphed, gaining his attention in which you got quickly. “For what little it’s worth, I would prefer if your squad wasn’t pulled to accompany me either. The Imperium needs men like you everywhere but this transport. That, and I have five astartes and a hospitaller with me.”“Protecting people like you is our job, madame. There is no need to be apologetic.” Verdun said matter-of-factly.“That is true, but I think there are better things to do than this. While some of the riots are suppressed there is something that bothers me greatly.” “Let us hope it’s just paranoia.”You chuckled tiredly. Hope became such a sour word. ”All I can hope is that the information on the Cicatrix Maledictum brings info on how to reach the missing agri worlds. Our forces and materials will never pivot away from riot suppression unless I can address the food shortage.”“Is it that dire?”You sighed. “That is the understatement of the millennium.” “Approaching the Phalanx commander.”The Phalanx. Of course, you know what it was. Who didn’t? But seeing up close… now that was a fresh scenery. You never saw anything quite like it. The Phalanx remained in the void, gigantic, a beast that could swallow even the mightiest of ships in the Astra Navis. However, the brutally beaten shape of The Phalanx worried you. If a fortress of such size and firepower was beaten to this pitiful shape… just what were they running from?
“Impressive, almost shocking.” Was all Verdun managed to say.The mere thought made you shiver. However, the sight still struck you into a wide eyed shock, an impressive achievement since there were a few things that struck you silent. One of them was Testatus’s cute sneeze. Seeing an eversor in a stasis chamber. Most recently, the fall of Cadia. However, the most shocking yet funniest of all… “It is, I haven’t been this shocked since I cried when I met Reclusiarch Grimaldus for the first time. Though to be fair, I was only nine years old.” You hear the astartes armor creak, and their attention bearing at you. You swore you heard a stifle chuckle from Vladimir. “For what reason did you gain their visit at such a young age?” Verdun said. “That was when I officially took on my duty as the Undersecretary. The Black Templars were already in Terra, so Canoness-Errant Setheno thought praying with Reclusiarch Grimaldus would be an excellent opportunity to be introduced to the astartes and the Black Templars due to the bond between them and Our Martyred Lady.”“But why did you cry?”“His skull helmet scared me. I was only nine, Throne, I screamed and thought he was a giant monster. Have you seen a space marine chaplain’s helmet? That is not a child-friendly look.” The ship docked in, and you and your retinue entered the Phalanx. The inside of Phalanx made you wince. If the outside was bad, the inside was better, thankfully. Just like the spotless honor of the Imperial Fists, so was the interior, kept by the servitors and the new Cadian inhabitants. You were first greeted by Lieutenant Hessler then led to Captain Garadon and the Space Wolves astartes you have yet to know the name of.“Captain, this is the Undersecretary.”Emperor, you really hated when you were the shortest in the room. You craned your neck up to see them both. The Space Wolves astartes was Wolf Lord Skadin. “Quite the guard ye got.” The son of Russ said.“Yes, I’m honored to have such. I am Alethia Altair-”“Let us dispense formality. You came here to get news of Cadia and the damn rift.”“I did, I need to know every detail.”
And so you were told of everything. The fall of Cadia and their last stand, and the surprising fact that the Space Wolves’ 13th Company lost during Horus Heresy arrived on Cadia after escaping the Eye of Terror with their fates unknown again. Fenris managed to be fine thankfully as well, but your elation was squashed quickly. The swarms of refugees you were informed of mostly being women, the elderly and children. The few guardsmen that made out either succumbed to their wound or were going to. They needed food and medicae immediately, two things that were already sparse. Despite being a gigantic fortress, it was manned by a thousand or so space marines, and with the current state of the fortress they could not take on the refugees, the fortress was already barely kept together as it is.“Terra itself is already suffering from food and medical shortages.”“They just watched their home destroyed, ye can’t be saying that-”“I’m not. There are riots that are yet to be quelled, if more food and medicae are taken there’s no telling what will happen.” You said tiredly. “I need time to-”“There is no time for them!” Skadin shouted. “I’ll personally go down there along with my brothers to put some sense into them then!” >Diverge the resource for the refugees>Don’t diverge the resource for refugees
>>5511683>Don’t diverge the resource for refugees
>>5511683This is about the guardsmen. . . Hnnnn>Divert the resources.I want their expertise maintained. The terran population hates astartes, but maybe that can be of use.
>Divert the resources.The wolf Lord is willing to the do it, cut them a deal they help with the pasification (how ever they choose to do it) with our written write, the cadian get resources (that they are already getting)
>>5511683>Divert the resources for the refugeesWe have our pet project, and that means maintaining what little we can of the Cadia core to help kickstart the new one.Would he have any ability to assist in getting Cadia 2.0 off the ground? I’m assuming not, but any political leverage to call on would be appreciated.
“I’ll see what I can do. I need time to think.” “Are ye daft? There’s no-”‘Listen and listen well you damn whining dog.’ You barked in Fenrisian. ‘I said I’ll see what I can do. A company of astartes can’t simply put out riots when the main issue for the riot has yet to be solved! Throne, even Leman Russ knew when to look at the full picture instead of banging his head against a wall! So shut up and wait!’ There was silence in the room. The only person that understood was the Space Wolf astartes himself. He was Fenrisian, this was most likely the best way to say it. He was silent, most likely due to the fact that he saw a non-native speak fluent Fenrisian. You stood in anticipation. The wolf huffed, one of acceptance? ‘For a child raised in decadence you know how to speak.’‘I’ll provide what I can to alleviate the situation. Will you wait?’ You asked again, using a polite imperative. ‘I will.’ Skadin said. ‘Thank you.’ You cleared your throat. “Now, I’ll also send some servitors to assist you in the meantime.” “Thank you.” Garadon said sharply. “Alright then, I’ll make my leave. Thank you for your time.”In the quiet evening, you contemplated but chose to support the refugees. Your hand stopped at the final part of the parchment, the space where you placed your signature. After this, you would condemn more to die. Thousands, dead, by your hand. The thought of it made you ill. An acidic bitterness swirled in your stomach and you tasted it at the back of your throat. You swallowed the taste, then with a heavy hand the signature was made and the adept left. With that, you just sealed the fate of the millions. You hoped the Emperor forgave you, because you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself. Once you were alone, you bathed in the peaceful silence. You started to read Malcador’s record and came across an interesting read. It was more information about the->Lost child of the sigilites>Incubation Chamber and the creation of something referred to as “Subject XI” (They are to gauge which you guys find more interesting and for me to see which route I want to go through.)
>>5512031>Lost childrenLets not focus on primarchs
>>5512112It's not about the 11th primarch
>>5512031>Lost child of the sigilites
>>5512031>Lost child of the sigilites>>5512136Did you forget to vote, anon?
The lost child was supposedly a daughter, and a colleague of Malcador. It was said that the child was a gifted psyker, and with the parent’s guidance the daughter herself was meant to be a sigillite herself. Of course, this was all predictions. Another information you found was rather interesting, his personal and secret room in the Imperial Palace. The record described his room to have ancient terran relics, his personal journals, and other weapons he used to wield. The location was also… there. You expected that information to be blackened or not to exist at all. Except it needed a key held by Captain-General. Maybe you’ll ask when the Imperium is no long in half.That was enough reading for now. The next morning, you woke up with a groggy headache. The warm blankets held you hostage, and the familiar sight of your room gave ease. In the midst of it all, your room at least remained the same and under your control. The records of Malcador remained, and as did Arthur’s books. You yawned and slowly got up and outside of your room your usual retinue was there. Once again, the comforting sight soothed your worries.As expected, the riot swelled into madness. Even though you made sure the rations were taken from all the sectors to make it equal, there was a rumor that it was exported for other worlds. Per Skadin’s words, he and his brothers aided in suppressing the riot. You even had the Lamenters join as well.
“Morning everyone.” You yawned as you got into your chair. “Illyan, anything I should know?”“None madame, but-”She stopped speaking. Heh, it sounds like she got one as you asked. “Nothing.” She whispered. “Well that’s a relief.” You sighed. “For today let’s see to the emergency acquisitions requests and the progress of the repairs in the main landing ground south of the outer palace. Illyan, send a message to-”“I can’t see it… the light. His light.” Your heart churned. Illyan and her sisters began to sob, a mix of howls and jabbled mutterings. “What?”“The Emperor’s light… I cannot see it.”Then, you heard muffled screams. Moaning, screeching, shrieking, the screams of millions were echoing. It sounded nothing like a riot, it was more of a massacre. And to reach it all the way here… just what is going on? Your long-voxcast chimed and you quickly picked it up. “Commander? Did something happen?” There was static, but the voice came through.“Are you there madame? Do not go outside the palace!”“What- why not?”“There are reports that the light of Astronomican is gone, blackened! There are armed rebels across all sectors and the rioters are going mad! Do not exit your-”The ground shook.“DAEMONS!”And the call ended with a static screech. “Alethia you need to stay here! Alethia!”You exited your office and went outside to see the city outside of your office. Mayhem, pure madness spread across like thick toxic clouds. The people were ripping apart one another, bludgeoning and stabbing. Then you heard three shots from a bolter, when you rushed back inside…“Testatus what happ-”Roll to not throw up and not to panic. Out of three I’ll take the best roll.1 - 10 2 Degree of success11- 25 1 Degree of success26- 50 No success 51 - 75 No success + Shock75 - 90 No success + Shock + Throwing up + Panic90- 100 No success + Shock + Fainting Oh yes, it's happening, with my own twist. Remember how there were only Khorne because he was too impatient and how the Noctis Aeterna happened basically right after? Well, strap in and pucker your cheeks.
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>5512368o fug
Rolled 34 (1d100)>>5512368
>>5512365Malcador had a child whom happens to be female and we happen to doing his job be it at a lesser stage, not saying we could be his child whom was lock in a stasis field as a baby then after some time was release to be rise by the sister til she got her post as the under set , but that just me and my tin fold hat talking to me .
>>5512382Where did you find this image anon?
Rolled 61 (1d100)>>5512368was waiting till the battle of lion's gate as it's suppose to happen some time after cadia fell, thought it would happen when we went to the gate to settle the dispute thoughwonder if choosing who to see for supplies would determined who would be present when the attack happened
No success it is >>5512403Nah, you are not the daughter of Malcador >>5512430Nah, it'd then take the opportunity to have more interaction away.
>>5512424I saved it three years ago so I don't know for 100% sure but I'm 99% sure I nabbed it from >>1638293 while reading through the quest archives.
Their bodies laid cold and still, steeped with red. Their heads no longer remained whole, but fragmented and strewn all across your office. Testatus’s bolter still smoked, and you simply stood there. Your stomach lurched, twisted, churned. You did your best to hold it in, but your vomit stained the carpet with an ugly color. Your knees collapsed, and there was nothing in your mind other than sheer fear. You heard nothing but a muffled voice. Something was shaking you, but you couldn’t think. You didn’t want to think. This had to be a dream… there was no way daemons would be in Terra. It was unthinkable, impossible… even heresy to even assume they could be here. But you saw the corpses, you had the urge to hurl again. Everything was out of control, out of your control.Your curled up, you brought your knees close as you cupped your ears. Then in one motion, Testatus raised you up, then delivered a fierce slap. It was almost as if you were given a medicine to a paralysis. You could now see Testatus’s face clear as the Emperor’s light.“Snap out of it!” Testatus shouted. “Y-You killed them. You killed them! Holy Golden Throne on Holy Terra God of all that’s right you killed them!” You muttered out.“They were panicking and became a risk for possession.” She answered calmly. “Alethia.”They’re dead.“Alethia look at me.” They’re dead, Emperor, you were going to die too.“Look at me Alethia! First, grab the laspistol from your desk, and we need to wait for your escort. Do you remember the procedure?”“I do.”“Good.”You retrieved your laspistol and soon a squad of Lucifer Blacks entered. You never thought the evacuation procedure would be carried out. It was made only as a formality, a plan that was never meant to happen. Testatus stayed behind and were to enter the Valkyrie. Except, you didn’t see anything. There was a purple cloud obstructing your vision. You closed your eyes, then opened it once more. You found yourself in->In an abandoned shrine full of corpses>An abandoned manufactorum >Total darkness
Rolled 1 (1d3)>>5512546rollan for it
>Cabin full of pillar men? Constodes?
>>5512546>>In an abandoned shrine full of corpses
>>5512546>An abandonded shrine
>>5512546>In an abandoned shrine full of corpsesMaybe the shrines could have used more defenses…Her decisions were much bigger picture than a single shrine, but Alethia will second-guess herself I’m sure.
>>5512741>>5512705>>5512700>>5512552A family friendly religious adventure it is
It was a shrine… and the sudden squelching stench made you follow the smell. Then below your feet, and all around the church, a mountain of bodies laid dead. You shrieked, and sought some kind of platform. Up on the podium you were given a clearer view. The corpses wore the robes of the Adeptus Ministorum, stained in black and red. They were slaughtered, shot, stabbed, the more you stared the more your eyes stung. The church had no light, the cracks on the window spread like webs. Dust floated aimlessly, and the hot air churned together with the corpses made you nauseated. You looked away and turned to the other side, then looked up. The stone carved of the Emperor stood over, silent, even among the corpses. The God-Emperor, the Master of Mankind, a Corpse King among corpses. “If you really are a god, please… wake up. We need you more than ever.” The Master neither speak nor created a miracle. It made you wonder, if the Throne Room was even a real place. It didn’t matter, right now, your survival was paramount. The solace was that no one seemed to be inside the church, and if you turned away from the grisly sight you could think a little. You needed to make a plan. All you had was the small laspistol (which you spent only one hour a year to practice on that only had six shots) and… that was it. You saw that there were rioters outside the church. You needed to do something fast. Anything but staying in the open. >Explore the church for supplies first (roll d100)>Scavenge from the corpses, it’s closer and less dangerous, you didn’t know if anyone else was in the church. >You can scavenge later, you needed to leave>Write-in (does not mean doing all three above)1 - 10 3 Degree of success11- 25 2 Degree of success26- 50 1 Degree of success51 - 75 No success + She cries 75 - 90 No success + Surprise!90- 100 No success + Surprise! + (roll 1d4 for which cultist you will debate civilly)
This time, out of two.
Rolled 93 (1d100)>>5512934
Rolled 30 (1d100)>>5512934
>>5512934>Explore the church for supplies first (roll d100)>Keep an eye out for possible exits and figure out which ones are least likely to get you shot at based on what you see and hear. Or if you should just hunker down out of sight of them instead.People sounding like they’re dying is bad. People sounding angry is fine if we can blend in. No sound at all is really worrying.
>>5512934>>Scavenge from the corpses, it’s closer and less dangerous, you didn’t know if anyone else was in the church.
>>5513009Unfortunately, it was one degree of success, so she can only do one thing which is searching for supplies.
From the top floor to the main floor, you scavenged through. The smell however, made you not approach certain places. Emperor willing, if you could you would. The stench and the air was just awful. In the end, all you got was a small and somewhat clean backpack and an untouched cloak. You contemplated whether you should just hold your breath and scavenge more, but that stopped when you heard a thump. Easy to say, it was time to go. Easy to say, that was not a good idea. Rioters, looters, cultists, you couldn’t tell them apart. Thanks to your cloak you were able to sneak through. If they happened to be rioters, all you needed to do was scream and break things. Looters, you just had to not grab anything. Despite the pandemonium of looters and rioters, the sound of battle poured into the city. Bolter fires, screeches of unholy daemons. It was absolute horror, more so out in the streets. One street would have a battle sprawled, then you would see another hanging or beating a PDF or an arbites. Bullets whizzed among the screams, it was just too risky to go through the open streets. You had to find a safer place, and the way back to the palace. You didn’t even know where you were and asking someone where they are just made you stick out. Emperor, you were skinny yes, but not bare bone skinny. By that alone you were easily conspicuous. You needed to orient yourself, and the best way is to go somewhere high, but exactly where? You saw three possible ways.>A manufactorum, regardless of location, had at least a hundred floors. The 15th or the 20th would be enough to give a good view. You also had access to all the floors, but it was most likely to be occupied.>A living quarter, that itself was hundreds of floor, 15th or the 20th floor would be the best, but there was no telling what would be inside>No, you were going over your head, you needed to find a PDF or an arbites and get help
>>5513427>>A living quarter, that itself was hundreds of floor, 15th or the 20th floor would be the best, but there was no telling what would be inside
>>5513427>No, you were going over your head, you needed to find a PDF or an arbites and get helpThere’s a non-zero chance Skadin’s men could be out here too. They’d recognize us (or we could speak Fenrisian so they now not to shoot at first) so it’d be easier to convince them to escort is back to the palace, or at least a more defensible position. They should also be easier to spot given how much taller an astartes is compared to most people.
>>5513427>No, you were going over your head, you needed to find a PDF or an arbites and get help
The riot raged like a roaring fire. The citizen, dressed in metal armors and wielding debris raged against the local arbites. The sound of the riot itself thundered, and among the thousands of other riots you could not hear a single word being spoken. You continued to move through the crowds, and finally you saw the local arbites once you got close. You moved through, you were close, so close until- you know that gun. It was a Vofor grenade launcher. Shit.“This is your final warning, disperse or-”“FOR THE EIGHT TURNED GODS!” It was brief, but you saw a glimpse of a man falling, then once the body landed an explosion destroyed the entire enforcer squad. Oh shi-...“Run! Scramble!” Among many other rioters, your eyes was burning. It stung and you could hardly breathe. With your illness, it was as if someone dropped a chunk of adamantine on top of your lungs. The sound of lasfire, boltguns, and all manners of screaming shrieked.>Hunker down behind a cover>Escape as fast as possible (roll d100)>Try to help (roll d100) >Write-in (depending on what it might be d100) If you chose >Escape as fast as possible 1 - 10 4 Degree of success11- 25 3 Degree of success26- 50 2 Degree of success 51 - 75 1 Degree of success 76 - 90 No success 90- 100 You done fucked it upIf you chose >Try to help1 - 10 3 Degree of success11- 25 2 Degree of success26- 50 1 Degree of success 51 - 75 No success76 - 90 No success + You're gonna get hurt 90- 100 No success + You're gonna get hurt + You gonna lose something you'll needHappy new years everyone
Oh and best out of two for both of the options
Rolled 38 (1d100)>>5514678>Try to help (roll d100)Asthma + panic attack seems like it would really suck. We need the help too.
Rolled 54 (1d100)>>5514678>>Try to help (roll d100)
>>5514678>try to help
>>5514678>>Hunker down behind a cover
>>5514917Man you guys are either lucky or barely lucky enough.
>>5515294The Emperor protects.
>>5515294I consider any day in which live and aren’t maimed, mentally broken, or corrupted to be a good enough day.
>>5515331I think that's considered a "great day">>5515299The Emperor protectsBut he couldn't protect Sanguinius
>>5515424He couldn't protect Sanguinius. But Sanguinius could protect him.
This must have been a punishment for neglecting exercises. Once the explosion occurred and you got your senses, you hid behind a pillar and hunkered down. You did peek out, and saw a cultist coming from behind.“B-B-BEHIND YOU!”You shouted, and the enforcer behind managed to shoot down the cultist. Perhaps it was impressive, or maybe it wasn’t, but when you shot your laspitsol, it hit the cultist's weapon instead. You closed your eyes when the said cultist’s head popped. Emperor… you wish you closed it fast enough. You didn’t see what else transpired since you were too busy cowering but you heard plenty. If this was what the Imperial Guard faced, you made another mental note to either get them more benefits or some better pay. If this was what war was like, you really should have given them preferential treatment!“They got us flanked!”“Move move!” “FOR THE EMPEROR!”A final explosion erupted, and there was silence… but the high pitched noise what is that? One of the enforcer approached. His armor was bruised, battered as if someone chose to beat the armor with an adamantine rock.
“You’re an adept of the administratum, what are you doing here?”“I-”They wouldn’t believe you if you told them who you were.“I have an urgent message to deliver. I need to get to the Imperial Palace.”“The Imperial Palace? That place is being attacked, you can’t be serious.”“It’s very urgent, please!” “I’m afraid we can’t help you. We all have our hands full with the riots. The damn Undersecretary lowered the ration for some refugees or something. Damn her!” The enforcer said. “And damn the Administratum!” “D-Do you think this was her fault?”“Of course, she didn’t give a damn about Terra and starved the people here! I’ve seen people starve to death, Emperor… so many children and babies died. The death of millions on her hand.” The enforcer said, then spat at the ground. Another enforcer placed a shoulder on his colleague.“C’mon. It won’t do anything good damning the protected. The Emperor’s judgment will. Young miss, if you need to go to Imperial Palace, take the Peranasdoe street and take 2563rd junction station, that’ll get you to the Administratum 775th City. I’d recommend you stay in a shelter, it’s suicide to be out in the streets, it’s worse as you get closer.”As you walked the streets, you truly began to notice. The rioters and looters had sunken cheeks and eyes. You saw two men fighting like animals for a scrap of ration. All of this misfortune, done by your hands. What was the point of securing worlds if you can’t help the people so close to you? “OUT OF THE WAY THIS IS THE INQUISITION!”Just about you were going to move out of the way, when you met eyes with the cultists who were in the mainstreets while you were in the alleyway that led to 2563rd junction. They looked at you.“FOR THE LORD OF CHANGE!” Then their direction changed toward you. There were five of them, your laspistol held six shots. >Shoot them roll d100>Write-in>Run.1 - 10 4 Degree of success11- 25 3 Degree of success26- 50 2 Degree of success51 - 75 1 Degree of success76 - 90 No success90- 100 You done fucked it up
>>5515744Yeah, I'm not feeling bad about this.It's an unfortunate situation, but so be it.We also have 5 shots. we fired one hitting the cultists weapons.So, feeling lucky, punks? I'm not>Run
>>5515744>Run.How far are we from the enforcers? If we’re still close, we could retreat in their direction. They could have moved, but that’s better than picking a random direction.
(I think it’s funny to not do d100 for American Automobile Association since she can’t run at all)Heavy breath, bile threatening in your throat, and muscle aches. These were sensations you never felt. Here you are, one of the most important women in the Imperium, being chased by some blue feathered and masked robe wearing cultists. You ran at the best of your ability, only to step on the cloak and fall. Your face gave a dirty kiss to the floor. The screaming came closer and closer, you closed your eyes right, you only hoped it was quick. “I WILL GAIN HIS FAVOR!”“NO I WILL!”A bolt and lasfire roared, and something heavy fell under you. OH EMPEROR HE SMELLS LIKE SOMETHING FOUL. EW.“Damn it you all killed them I told you to leave one alive!” “We’re not exactly trained to leave our enemy alive, Inquisitor.” “Just get your men to see if one of them is alive would you?”The weight on you disappeared, and you saw… possibly the ugliest man you have ever seen in your life. And something about the pale and crooked tooth man just made you want to wretch.“Found a live one, Commissar.”Commissar? “Thank you Jurgen.”Wait… why does that name sound famil- “C-Ciaphas Cain!” You whispered.“No fear citizen, you are safe now.” “I-I-I-I-I Emperor, you’re Ciaphas Cain. The Hero of Imperium. A-Am I dead?”“No, you’re not dead.” A handsome one at that. Like a noble guardsman, maybe it was the concussion or it wasn’t. But it looked like a halo was above him with the most magnificent light adorned him as if the Emperor has chosen him like he did for his sons. You wouldn’t be surprised, he was one of the if not THE bravest man in the Imperium. Ciaphas Cain, you’re saved! A brave man like him would surely banish all the daemons without a singe drop of fear! HE’S THE HERO OF THE IMPERIUM! HE’S CI-CI-CIAPHAS CAIN HERO OF THE IMPERIUM! “Yes, that is me.”“If you’re quite finished- Oh.” It was another familiar face. “Madame Undersecretary?”“Inquisitor Vail?” You said. “I thought the rumor of your disappearance was just a rumor… what- how are you here?” Roll d100 not to cry and hug Ciaphas Cain, then choose/write-in >“I wish I knew that myself. What are you doing here? More specifically, what is Ordos Xenos doing here?”>“That is something I can’t explain myself, what matters is I need to return to the Imperial Palace!” >Cry and hug Ciaphas Cain, YOU’RE SAVED!>Write-in1 - 10 Success!11- 25 Success!26- 50 Success!51 - 75 Success!76 - 90 Success!90- 100 You're gonna cry and hug him, (but wouldn't you want to hug the HERO OF THE IMPERIUM?)I'm probably gonna start on his novel today.
Rolled 100 (1d100)>>5516219>“I wish I knew that myself. What are you doing here? More specifically, what is Ordos Xenos doing here?”Remember that hugging CIAPHUS CAIN, HERO OF THE IMPERIUM means he can’t help shoot heretics sneaking up on you right now. Also we’re probably needed to help coordinate a defense because I’m sure supplies need to be shifted around and people are arguing over allocation right now.
>>5516219>>5516239Hah! Alright, I guess we’ve finally lost what little cool we had.
>>5516239>>5516241If that isn't the Emperor's will I don't know what is. The rule still is best out of two.
Rolled 53 (1d100)>>5516219Lets try
>>5516276Anon which one are you supporting?
Since >>5516276 has no supporting I won't be counting it. Votes are counted/closed.
Here I was. Dragged by Amberly to Terra which happened to be under siege by daemons. Just my luck. I thought being in Terra, the most secured placed in the entire Imperium, would mean some vacation. No, of course not. Why is it that trouble always follows wherever I go? Emperor… just what is it that you want from me that I have to suffer this pain? First cultists, daemons more than I can count now the most dangerous of all… a woman’s wrath.Alethia Altair Amadeus Undersecretary of The Administratum, Acting Mistress of the Departmento Munitorum, Undersecretary of Master of the Adminstratum, and so much more that I wasn’t sure if they were words or real positions. The said genius was…Bawling her eyes out. I turned to Jurgen, and all he did was shrug along with the rest of my men and Amberly’s retinue. Emperor… I have never seen someone speak so fast I can only catch every five words or so. Something about her Stormtrooper retinue and wrestling. She clung at my coat, crying. Emperor, I heard she was young but she’s barely an adult.“Ah hem.” Amberley said. “Madame? I suggest you release him, he’s covered in dirt.”She shot a deadly glare at her.“No.”I felt her arms cling tighter just then, and Amberley’s glare ever sharper. I shrugged, what was I supposed to do? Not let a crying girl hug me for safety and comfort? Normally, I wouldn’t have minded, even glad. But she, however, was a dangerously connected woman. If she wasn’t, the order to find her wouldn't be given by the Adeptus Custodes. Whoever she is, she isn’t just a bureaucrat. “You’ll escort me back to the Imperial Palace, won’t you, Commissar?” I mustered up a ‘Hero of The Imperium Smile.’ Emperor I hate this. “Yes madame, at once.”“Y-You can call me Alethia.” She said, sniffling, looking down with a soft demeanor.Oh Emperor, if the daemons won’t kill you, Amberley will. I don’t know which is worse…
You were finally saved! Under the guards of the famous 597th too. You felt much safer, especially being escorted by Ciaphas Cain himself, the Hero of Imperium himself. For some reason, you didn’t see other cultists approach and even closer to the palace where daemons were, none approached. Strange… and what was stranger was this Jurgen, just how can he smell so bad and look so unpleasant? Whatever, it must have been Ciaphas Cain’s aura of heroism that must have kept the daemons away, like a blank to a psycher.“So it was you that changed the Schola’s systems?” Cain said. “Not change, more like reminding the Schola Progenium that the students are people too. I had to read every education lessons from every Schola to figure out what was optimal for a student’s success.”“Wait, there are at least hundred thousand Schola, you’re telling me you read them all?”“Of course, but it was on my day off which made it an annoying affair. But I was raised in Schola Progenium here on Terra, I may be a genius but I still had to learn from somewhere. Not to mention some of the Schola’s attrition rates…” You glowered. “They treated students like livestock. I admit… I see lives as number too. But Throne, at least I do it to ensure the Imperium’s best interest. Some Schola’s casualty rate is even higher than the Officio Assassinorum so I had to ask the Grandmaster’s opinion to see if those training regiments made sense!”“G-Grandmaster?”Oh look at him acting so humble.“I’m sure he means little to a hero like you.” “Right.” The trip back was so quiet, so calming. Ugh, that weird looking Valhallan, Jurgen you think, is so gross looking. You didn’t know why he had him as his aide. “And this 775th City is made by you?”“More like carving a space and making it for Administartum adepts, for me and Departmento Munitorum. I learned that if they don’t get their rest they will not perform at the optimal level. At least eight hours of sleep with near filling meals. Worker’s satisfaction is parallel to efficiency, at least that’s how it went for the Administratum. When I shared my idea to other high ranking techpriests, they recommended an implant that would eliminate sympathy. Then I was told I was a silly child and doing the Omnissiah’s will was all that mattered to a worker’s satisfaction.”“You were on Mars then?” “Oh Throne no, my health wouldn’t permit me to go to a place like that. They came to Terra for official business along with the Fabricator General. There was one techpriest I met, Belisarius Cawl. He was there for some demonstrations.”
>You knew Belisarius Cawl, he later became your mentor for three years as a way to form a good relationship with the Adeptus Mechanicus, though he was bitter due being ordered by the Fabricator General, you and him became more than a student mentor relationship. You dare say he was a friend. But you haven’t heard from him for a long time… you wondered what he was up to now. Maybe holed up on Mars. >You only met him a few times, but it was short and everything was done on a cordial level. You didn’t actually know him.>You thought he was arrogant from the things he said. You didn’t like him. (For the record, I love Jurgen.)
>>5516955>You knew Belisarius Cawl, he later became your mentor for three years as a way to form a good relationship with the Adeptus Mechanicus, though he was bitter due being ordered by the Fabricator General, you and him became more than a student mentor relationship. You dare say he was a friend. But you haven’t heard from him for a long time… you wondered what he was up to now. Maybe holed up on Mars.
>>5516955>>You knew Belisarius Cawl, he later became your mentor for three years as a way to form a good relationship with the Adeptus Mechanicus, though he was bitter due being ordered by the Fabricator General, you and him became more than a student mentor relationship. You dare say he was a friend. But you haven’t heard from him for a long time… you wondered what he was up to now. Maybe holed up on Mars.
>>5516954>You knew Belisarius Cawl, he later became your mentor for three years as a way to form a good relationship with the Adeptus Mechanicus, though he was bitter due being ordered by the Fabricator General, you and him became more than a student mentor relationship. You dare say he was a friend. But you haven’t heard from him for a long time… you wondered what he was up to now. Maybe holed up on Mars. I believe this answer will freak everyone out the most, so in it goes.
>>5516955>You knew Belisarius Cawl, he later became your mentor for three years as a way to form a good relationship with the Adeptus Mechanicus, though he was bitter due being ordered by the Fabricator General, you and him became more than a student mentor relationship. You dare say he was a friend. But you haven’t heard from him for a long time… you wondered what he was up to now. Maybe holed up on Mars.she only sees him as dirty and smelly... she may have some resistance to blanks like Cain himself has then as he reacts to Jurgen the same way while others give the guy a wide berth then we may have been fine interacting with the sisters of silence if only being uncomfortable thorough the ordeal instead
>>5516966>>5517036>>5517040>>5517499Votes counted Also, a question, do you guys feel like AAA is too special? Should I nerf her yes or no?
>>5517515I’m not insane enough to ask for our character to be nerfed in a 40k quest. Plenty of things can still make us wish we were dead.
>>5517515I don't think so as from what has been shown with out people to rely upon she is pretty much useless given her poor constitution that doesn't seem to be getting better with the fact she has no time to exercise with all the work she does
>>5517515I think she's absolutely getting there.Her level of "Hey I know people" is beginning to become ridiculous.That said, up to Cawl [and a lesser extent Grimaldus], I have no real gripes. The others made sense from backstory and her position.Her actual personal abilities are fine, she's a mega prodigy with a body who can't keep up.My big wrinkle is her connections with massively disparately placed individuals, within a very short amount of time [2 decades]. Just a wrinkle though.
>>5517557Haha that is true>>5517624>>5517668Gotcha, I'll tone that part down. Thanks for the input. Do you mean "Hey I know people/acquainted" or "Hey I know people based on from other people I know"? I thought it was appropriate due to having the Administratum being a fuckhuge organization. Thank you though, I'll have to watch out.
You knew Belisarius Cawl, he later became your mentor for three years as a way to form a good relationship with the Adeptus Mechanicus, though he was first bitter due being ordered by the Fabricator General, you and him became more than a student mentor relationship. Despite his eccentricities, ambiguous wordings, and the odd shift in personality, he taught you well. Well… not exactly. He taught you what HE believed in. Cawl believed in innovation, actual innovation. Not adapting or “divine inspirations” that many techpriests uses the word for. You never understood the Adeptus Mechanicus. They knew boundless knowledge of physics, biology, genealogy, quantum physics, thermodynamics, nuclear physics. With all of their knowledge, they were afraid to delve deeper into the lost knowledge of the Dark Age of Technology. Cawl and few of his secret allies were one of people that did not, instead they reached for higher understanding. You… admired him if that was to be admitted. His political skills, the lack there of, really needed polishing. You wondered what he was up to now, it’s been a while since you heard from him. Maybe holed up on Mars in his laboratory doing Emperor knows what. For all you knew, he was scheming to become the next Fabricator General.“You know a lot of people.”“I’m acquainted with a lot of people.” You corrected. “But I wouldn’t mind knowing you, Commissar.”“You honor me.”“It’s not all honor.” He chuckled, what a dreamer. With Cain’s bravery, you arrived to the familiar sight of 775th Administratum City. “Through here.” You had the passage in truth to have as a little side project, micromanaging a city was a relaxing thing to do once in a while. Seeing the said city besieged, and worse, being on the outside of the inner wall, made for a foreboding fear. From above a there were mix of Lucifer Blacks and city militia firing back and one custodes taking on a horde of daemons. Your group was south from the fight, but as you ran closer your hearth simply flared. You grabbed Cain’s sleeves.“I-I’m not going over there, are you crazy!”“They need our help.”“There’s a custodes!”“Commissar, we must aid them!”“Stay put here, if you need help just scream.”He… he left you. You were placed inside a nearby dumpster where the habitation-blocks were. It was beyond filthy, you could barely breathe and your eyes watered. You closed your eyes shut, and hoped for the best. Eventually, the sound did die down, but nobody came by to open it. Was it safe?
>Open the dumpster (roll d100 to open it cause she has noodle-ass arms)> Don’t open it 1 - 10 You opened it with ease, it must be the adrenaline11- 25 3 You opened it with some effort, but not as bad26- 50 2 You managed to open it, with considerable effort51 - 75 1 Your lungs and muscles never ached like this before76 - 90 The dumpster cover remained shut, you started to bang on it and scream90- 100 The dumpster cover remained shut, and so did your motivation…
Rolled 21 (1d100)>>5517708>open it>>5517685Her knowing people is inevitable. Being on first name basis with several chapter masters and anyone based on terra is fine. It makes sense as inherent of the position.it's when we lean towards named characters like Setho, who very probably wouldn't bother with an assignment to teach a child who isn't even a battle sister [or any sister, given her history]. She could be instructed or convinced of the importance though, so fine.Grimaldus, Him being anywhere near terra is. . . very strange to me. He's reclusiarch of the black templars, the guy not being on crusade is wack. Guess a connection to setho but still weird.And the option to be apprenticed to Cawl. Us. A sister of the cult of the emperor, learning anything about the secrets of the machines? It stretches belief.Protagonists always have advantages but this feels like name dropping
>>5517708>Open the dumpster
Rolled 14 (1d100)>>5517708>Open itRationality would dictate we continue hiding. But I am rarely a fully rational person.
I never said anything about her learning secrets of the machine. The rest, I can agree. Setheno was barely used in warhammer so I thought it'd be fun.Grimaldus? Oh yeah, makes zero sense but I thought it was funny.I never said anything about learning secrets of the machines I don't know where you got that idea anon.That, and despite being a sister AAA does not believe in the cult, this was established.Is there some namedropping, oh yeah. But I like to have some fun and following the lore 100 percent of the time makes things damn near impossible and just not fun for me. If that's an issue, sorry but I won't be changing how I write.
Rolled 30 (1d100)>>5517708>Open the dumpster>>551783840K is at its most entertaining when you play fast and loose with the lore based on what amuses you to write. It's what made the greentexting threads on /tg/ so fun.
>>5517769Looks like the best number here, counted>>5517863True, but I try not to be too loose.
It took some effort, but you managed it. When you finally opened the dumpster cover, you heard a ‘swish’ and a faint golden light akin to a wing pushing against the air. On the final push the door opened as if it was lighter than feather. You thought it was due to your exercises that made you so strong. However, when you saw a slab of immacualte gold armor, you knew this was not the case. Not to mention, you saw a familiar robe.“Greetings.”“W-Where’s Ciapahas and his men?”“They left to provide support. I wish we met under better circumstances.”“Is that you my lord?”“Yes, I assume you’d like to get out of the dumpster.” You took his outstretched hand and exited the dumpster. Despite the battle that was raging on, his armor was clean. As much as you wanted to question it, you chalked it up to being a custodian. Otherwise, you would not be able to sleep. Then again, you were certain you wouldn’t be able to sleep for a long while. “You look much different than before, child.”“I’m covered in filth. I’m certain that’s the reason why. The perception of the adeptus custodes is truly unmatched and superb.” You tried not to sound annoyed, but honestly you couldn't tell whether he was joking or not. It was like space marines, there were those with humor, but most of the time could not tell. Vychellan led you back into the palace. Despite the fire of war screeching, you felt calmer now that a custodian was with you. “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the valkyrae.”“We are not going to the valkyrae.”“Then where?”“The Dark Cells.” Vychellan said casually.“Wait wait wait.” You stopped walking completely. “I must have misheard you.”“Spare your rhetorical question. It is in utmost haste that we must go.”“To the Dark Cells, where all manners of abominations and tech are stored. Do you think I’m stupid I know what that place is!”“And it was us that granted you that knowledge.” His voice sharpened. “It was in our discretion you were allowed to learn the history, despite your position within the Adepta Sororitas.” Further into the Imperial Palace, Vychellan left and had another custodian escort you further below. Deeper, deeper, until darkness became blacker than the void. -It was odd to admit thisHaving a blindfold and an ear muffler was comforting. Normally it wouldn’t be. Considering you were entering the most dangerous place in Terra, possibly in the entire Imperium, it was better to be blind than to be struck blind. Or driven to madness. “I will now set you down. Under any circumstance you are not to move at all, only at my instructions.”You felt something around your neck, a pendant?“Move twelve steps forward.”You did as you were ordered. The room was cold, your skin shivered and something just felt wrong… it was not fear, it was anxiousness, as if you were a soldier on a firing line. The next order came:
>“Incubation Chamber. Begin reactivation of Subject Eleven activation code, 846513.Epsilon. Goliath. Neoth.” (This route will reveal that you are a child created by an incubation chamber by Crimson Walkers discovered during the Unification War. She was sealed until a malfunction forced them to remove Alethia to save her life. The Emissaries Imperatus received instruction on how she was to be raised. This will also lead to her personality erased but retain her past memories. Essentially, she will become a new person. Also, your body will be fixed by the Incubatiob Chamber)>“Kneel down, grab the item in front of you. It is His will that you are to make this choice, last child of Sigillite.” You did as followed, and… (This will lead to the reveal that you are a child of the missing sigillites, they used their relics and powers to send you forward to time before you were killed as well, you were delivered by the Emissaries Imperatus to Schola Progenium to be raised as what the Emperor planned once he felt your presence in Terra) Sigillite Route Pros: You get to be a naturally gifted psyker, and have more authority with bitching powers. Cool robe. Maybe a chance to bitch smack primarchs like Malcador did to Horus?Sigillite Route Con: You get to be a naturally gifted psyker, and have more authority with bitching powers. Even with a cool ass title/roots, the relationships with some factions will change. However, you might get new allies. Also, you will be forced to be the new Sigillite to keep up morale in Terra with the responsibility and the expectation of the previous Sigillite, which means more politicking and a lot more pain. This route will lead to a real grim darkness, you will suffer. Subject Eleven Route Pros: Goodbye weak body, hello Sisters of Silence level martial prowess. A one woman army with a personality of ice cold killer. You will become an instrument of pure raw power. Your new body has its perks, and it will show. Subject Eleven Route Cons: Sadly, you will not be psyker and it will be impossible. Say goodbye to previous romance chances but welcome to new ones. You will leave everyone you know and no longer be Alethia Amadeus. Your position will disappear, and you will take on different kinds of work for the Imperium. I thought about making it mysterious, but frankly, I'd rather let it out and see what you guys want.
>>5518046Also, in the Subject Elven Route:If there are enough votes, she can be a null but not a psyker. With another vote, she may or may not have the benefits but none of the draw backs. However, she will work alone most of the time. Think knight-errant but really really grimdark stuff.
>>5518046>>“Kneel down, grab the item in front of you. It is His will that you are to make this choice, last child of Sigillite.” You did as followed, and… (This will lead to the reveal that you are a child of the missing sigillites, they used their relics and powers to send you forward to time before you were killed as well, you were delivered by the Emissaries Imperatus to Schola Progenium to be raised as what the Emperor planned once he felt your presence in Terra)
>>5518046>“Kneel down, grab the item in front of you. It is His will that you are to make this choice, last child of Sigillite.” You did as followed, and… (This will lead to the reveal that you are a child of the missing sigillites, they used their relics and powers to send you forward to time before you were killed as well, you were delivered by the Emissaries Imperatus to Schola Progenium to be raised as what the Emperor planned once he felt your presence in Terra)>Pro: Gifted psyker>Con: Gifted psykerlol. Up there with “you’re a blank, so at least psykers won’t be the death of you!”I’d prefer AAA kept her memories and personality. She a good mix of annoying, posh, and base to be endearing compared with the usual for 40k.
>>5518046>>“Kneel down, grab the item in front of you. It is His will that you are to make this choice, last child of Sigillite.” You did as followed, and… (This will lead to the reveal that you are a child of the missing sigillites, they used their relics and powers to send you forward to time before you were killed as well, you were delivered by the Emissaries Imperatus to Schola Progenium to be raised as what the Emperor planned once he felt your presence in Terra)It's 40k. I'd be disappointed if there isn't grim darkness.
>>5518046>Curse Malkado who may/not be your father.
>>5518046>“Kneel down, grab the item in front of you. It is His will that you are to make this choice, last child of Sigillite.” You did as followed, and… (This will lead to the reveal that you are a child of the missing sigillites, they used their relics and powers to send you forward to time before you were killed as well, you were delivered by the Emissaries Imperatus to Schola Progenium to be raised as what the Emperor planned once he felt your presence in Terra)
>>5518346>>5518244>>5518222>>5518085“Kneel down”The hard edges of the floor pressed against you, something soft, like velvet, cam across your hand. From the shapes of it, it was a book, you touched plenty of them to figure that out. The wrinkled cover, rough skin of the parchment, the book had to be old. For the love of the Emperor, the exact number was difficult to place. What was point of having a book, if one was blindfolded? You heard the footsteps behind you, and the soft touch on the blindfold. “It is His will that you are to make this choice.”“What choice?”Once your eyes laid upon the pages, something coiled inside of you. An indescribable coldness simply appeared in your head. You saw nothing, felt nothing, except for weightlessness. A pressed, soft at its touch, began to press down. A hydraulic if you had to compare, and you were the one pushing back. All manners of knowledge beared its weight without mercy. From the most esoteric psyker arts, to the unfathomable depths of secrets. All of it, they all tried to crush you. You saw it all. What Imperium meant to be, what Malcador saw in the Emperor. His purpose, his ambition, and his hope. The joys as the Imperium slowly took shape. Then, you saw it all, the end of the Imperium, the Emperor’s Imperium. Brothers killing brothers, a world torn asunder, a galaxy burned.It burned, everything burned. All was lost. Suddenly,>A bolt of golden electricity ran down your fingertips, crackling like an unstable machine and a swathe of golden fire wrapped your arms, yet it did not hurt you as you thought it would >The raw power of the warp grabbed your mind, but you wrestled it down, bending it to your will (this includes psychic wards i.e. psychic “fuck you” barrier)>Or… write in two psychic ability you want. Don’t make it too op and I will scale it. Try to keep it basic powers. It wouldn't make sense for AAA battery to spawn ability like a Blood Angel librarians would be able to.
>>5518536>The raw power of the warp grabbed your mind, but you wrestled it down, bending it to your will (this includes psychic wards i.e. psychic “fuck you” barrier)>>5518561didn't notice the update so forget this
>>5518536>Golden lighting + bio control over our body to heal/alleviate our illness
>>5518536>The raw power of the warp grabbed your mind, but you wrestled it down, bending it to your will (this includes psychic wards i.e. psychic “fuck you” barrier)
>>5518536>Wrestle it down
>>5519416>>5519196>>5519154>>5518564Warp power it is, out of curiosity why did you guys choose this power over others?
>>5519730the wards sold it for me as she can now put up protection for her people to help instead of being a burden as I think she feel's now after the whole running from danger instead of helping the arbiter's and having to stay in a dumpster as she would only be a burden to protect
He was late. Magnus, curse him. Damn him. If not for his chase, this would not have happened. The Lion’s gate, named after his brother Lion El’Jonson, was being desecrated by daemons. All of Terra, his father’s homeworld, was under attack. Whether it was by daemons, cultists, or insurrectionists, Terra was in peril like it was ten thousand years ago. The Siege of Terra, Throne, that felt like not long ago. So much of the Imperium was a ruin, he wondered if being swallowed Horus’s ambition was a kinder fate than his situation right now.At the center of the Lion’s Gate, he stood stalwartly, hacking away the daemons that dared to set foot in the most… holy was not the right word. Yet, at the moment, it was the only word he could find. Fighting daemons tended to do that. His sons fought well, but the daemons slowly grinded the defenders down. Every inch was taken with blood, limbs, and souls. “Sector ten needs more reinforcement my lord!”“The sisters are down I repeat-”“FOR THE EMPEROR!”It never ended.It was one step forward, ten steps back. Roboute Guilliman, the primarch of the Ultramarines. At least this time, he arrived on time. At least, that’s what he wanted to think to himself. It was one battle after another. By blade, by bolter, by fire, no matter the methods the daemons continued to crawl from the immaterium. The battle was a grinding war of attrition, one that Guilliman wasn’t sure whether he would win or not. >It was then, he saw it, as if the gravity of the void became the atmosphere in Terra, slew of daemons were crushed into a pulp>It was then, he saw it, custodians moving back and he heard the order as well. Then, a wall of golden light raised in the air like the walls of the imperial palace.
>>5520551>>It was then, he saw it, custodians moving back and he heard the order as well. Then, a wall of golden light raised in the air like the walls of the imperial palace
>>5520551>It was then, he saw it, custodians moving back and he heard the order as well. Then, a wall of golden light raised in the air like the walls of the imperial palace.
>>5520551>Golden wallsLETS START WITH A BANG!though our sister cohorts wont approve of us. May hate us even for being a psyker. So that is one support network undercut.
>>5520551>>It was then, he saw it, as if the gravity of the void became the atmosphere in Terra, slew of daemons were crushed into a pulp
It would have been an honor to die here. Glory, if one were to survive the battle. Testatus Haelix, was sure of that. Whether it was by blade or fire, or by the holy bolter, Terra would stand. Her life, their lives, the price did not matter. The Golden Throne must be protected, for his eyes were upon them now, especially now. That was why she fought like she had never fought before. Side by side with other allies, the servants of The Emperor. She knelt at the tent, tending to the sisters and guardsmen suffering.In sector 21, the battle was the fiercest. As a hospitaller, she did her best to drag the wounded sisters to the backlines. Some say this was not a glorious position, but they did not know the elation in working the Emperor’s miracles through a softer approach, to be reminded that his mercy was just as potent and king as his wrath. She was once a battle sister, but she found a different solace in healing as well. Testatus hung her sister’s arm and carried the body under covering fire. But she heard it.A swish, a familiar sound of a blade cutting through ceramite power armor. “SISTER PROTECT THE INFIR-”Another swish. Another vox-comm being cut off. When one sister fell, ten more took her place. She had no doubt that they would prevail. This was Terra. “Testatus!” The Canoness-Errant called. She handed the body to the novice hospitaller. She ducked, weaved, and finally slid toward the Canoness’s pinned position. A slew of sisters, corpses and wounded alike were being dragged off. The traitors, like a wave of magma, slowly but surely burned their ways through. Among them was the Canoness, lying still on the wall, her grip still steel-strong on her bolter. Whatever she wanted to tell her, it died with the Canoness-Errant. Then, it came. A wall, golden and bright. It rose, shielding them from harm. Emperor… he finally answered. “WE HAVE ORDER FROM OTHER SECTORS WE ARE TO ADVANCE! SOLI IMPERATORI GLORIA! FOR THE EMPEROR!”The day would be won. For the Emperor answered.>Cut to Ciaphas Cain>Cut back to Guilliman>Cut to Alethia (small time skip)
Please vote on this one>Cut to Ciaphas Cain>Cut back to Guilliman>Cut to Alethia (small time skip)>Cut to the Lamenters
>>5521130>Cut to Ciaphas CainI want to see our favourite brave HERO OF THE IMPERIUM
>>5521133>Cut to Alethia (small time skip)
>>5521133>GuillimanOh shit, Setho? She's able to die? I would have thought the warp too afraid to release her into it's wilderness.
>>5521326it's setho... forgot she is referred to as canoness, wonder who will take up skarpratter now as she's dead (unless the new Sigillite has some of the knowledge that malcadore had and revive her/ or the emporer bringes her back as an angle)got it sometime in m41 before this battle in the timeline well whoever does can now crush bolters and deflect las fire
Well, either I will wait for a tie breaker or roll the dice. I'll come back in an hour or so.
>>5521683>Cut to Ciaphas CainI wanted Lamenters, but don’t want to make a 4-way tie.
>>5521703Anon, if that's what you want you're free to vote for it. I don't want to obstruct the player's choices because of what I asked. Though I do appreciate it.
An announcement. I know I ask for tie breakers, but if you don't want to because you want your vote won, that is perfectly fine. I don't mind waiting a day or two, or whipping out the dice.
>>5521733If the tie is still in place in three hours time, switch my vote to the Lamenters if anon >>5521703 still wants to vote for them
>>5521740Anon, you don't have to do that.
Rolled 4 (1d4)>Cut to Ciaphas Cain 1 >Cut back to Guilliman 2>Cut to Alethia (small time skip) 3>Cut to the Lamenters 4I think in a case like this, I'll just let the dice to its thing. Though in the future, I won't ban it, but I think I'll let the dice speak from now on than asking for tie breakers.
>>5521808But that being said, if you want to do it after the dice only if I haven't started writing yet. If there's other solutions you guys have I'd like to hear it.
Cursed, it was a word laced with superstition and religion. The two things that the Emperor sought to annihilate. Not once has the Lamenters believed they were cursed. Perhaps few, but believing in their situation would go against the Emperor’s word. Or that was what Chaplain Allen-Poe said, before the Black Rage took him as well. Before he left, there were five hundreds of his brothers, he thought about them everyday during his boring assignment.Was it luck, or misfortune to be in this battle? For one, he was defending Terra, on the other hand, he was defending Terra. Whether it was misfortune or not, that did not matter. He would fight. For those he cherished, he would die in glory. His fallen brothers, the humans defending against with nothing but a bayonet and a lasgun. He would die here, but he hoped that he and his brothers ensured that his chapter would be remembered.He would die here, amongst the many. Soon, he would meet his brothers. In the forgotten sector, Battle Brother Vladimir Camarillo fought, firing his bolters at the daemons with the help of broken squads of arbites and PDF guardsmen. “My lord, look!” A guardsman pointed out. There was a golden wall of light where Lion’s Gate would be. The light bathed them… but it did not stretched toward them. “Emperor, he heard our prayers!” “But… what about us?”The word wounded the guardsmen. “You are not abandoned, help will arrive. I know it. We must hold.” Vladimir commanded. “You must escape, my lord. We will hold the line, you must join them at the Lion’s Gate!” Yes, they would hold the line, for the last ten thousand years they have held the line. However, he could not find himself to do so, abandoning them that is. His brothers died here, it would be fitting. Vladimir cast aside his bolter, for the daemons came close. “No, the Emperor has not abandoned us, guardsman. So I will not abandon you.” The guardsman looked confused, in awe, but nodded.“Then… it will be an honor to die at your side, my lord.”“As am I.” The daemon came close, snarling with their fangs and brandishing their claws with gleeful malice. Vladimir brought his bolter pistol, and revved his chainsword.“For those we cherish, we die in glory!” Vladimir screamed, “CHARGE!”He would die here, amongst his brothers, amongst his comrade, in glory.
>Cut to Alethia (small time skip)>Cut to Alethia (no time skip)
>>5521853>Cut to Alethia (no time skip)I see you changed your mind over the fate of Vlad. I'd have voted for him to die gloriously anyway.
>>5521858See the thing is, I don't know if I want him to die or not. Lamenters, along with Charcardons are my favorites. I'm still mulling over it so I made this choice.
>>5521853>Cut to Alethia (no time skip)There’s work to be done.>>5521708>>5521740Sorry, I wasn’t checking the thread at the time. If a tie-breaker is called for, I usually feel it’s more important to break the tie if I haven’t voted yet. If I had really strong feelings on a vote, I’d have already voted after all!I don’t feel any of them would have been bad.
>>5522094Nah man don't be sorry, it's my fault for not realizing the issue.>>5522094>>5522158>>5521858No time skip it is.
Up on the tower you were given a view of the Lion’s Gate. There, you performed your first psychic ability. However, all was not your doing. You only managed to cover a small portion of the Lion’s Gate. Whoever… whatever aided you, did this, had done the rest. You still refused to believe what you saw. It was the Warp, the theories dictate it was a figment of the user’s imagination. In theory, that is, that was all you knew, theories. The black armored custodes was with you. On your hands and knees, you take another long and agape gulp of the air. Sweat ran down your head, drenching not only your face but your already dirty clothes. Everything burned. None of this made sense. Your past, your origins… your parents. It was difficult to care. You were raised in the Schola, learned the ways of the Administratum. You were a bureaucrat, a logician, a scholar, not a psyker. “Stand up.” The custodes commanded. “This should be the least of your ability. The Lord Regent held back the gods, stood side by side with the Emperor. This would have been a trivial task for him.”No words wheezed out, not a single one. You wanted to tell him to eat an Ogryn’s shit. The sigillites, as if that made sense. But you lived in a senseless time. If it wasn’t, Terra would not have been under attack.“Stand up.” The custodes repeated. “A Sigillite does not walk like a dog.”“I am no sigillite.”“Your blood proves otherwise.” The custodes said dully. “It is in your nature. If it was not, you would not have spent time in the archives, or read the records.”A mere interest, that was all. “Stand up.” “I can’t.” The custodes grabbed you by the collar, and lifted you up all the way to meet eye to eye. “You are now a symbol, the bearer of the title Sigillite. Listen well, you are no longer your own person and you never will be again. No rest or peace will find you. This is your duty from now on.”>“I am not a sigillite, I am Alethia Amadeus the Undersecretary. You have no right to dictate what I am, custodes.” You coughed violently. “Find a different puppet.”>“My duty is to the Administratum, as the Undersecretary. That was what I was raised to be.” You coughed violently. “The sigillites and the symbol can rot in the warp for all I care.”>You spat at the custodes’s face. “I will not be lectured by a failure of a bodyguard. I’ve met guardsmen worth ten of you.” >“Write-in
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>>5522270>You spat in his face, "I will not be lectured by a failure of a bodyguard, I've met guardsmen worth ten of you">"I am Alethia Amadeus, Undersecretary of the Administration. Whoever or whatever my family were, whatever they could do, I AM ALETHIA! I am not Them!">Probably cough that much we lose a lungI'm sorry to break this too you Custodes, but A] we just learned that we can conjure walls of gold. and B] we are not going to be disrespected in this moment of stress and panic by some gene crafted failures who we KNOW won't kill us. So hold your damn tongue.
>>5522285I don't think that Alethia is going to reject the duty, mind. Just like she said she would do her duty to the imperium and die, I think she'll hold to it here.But the point I wish to pain across is that she is distinctly not mentally ready and doesn't like being compared with the. . 4th greatest psyker in human history.
>>5522285Choose one or the other, please
>>5522294Fair enough. I'll back>"I am Alethia Amadeus, Undersecretary of the Administration. Whoever or whatever my family were, whatever they could do, I AM ALETHIA! I am not Them!">Probably cough that much we lose a lungBut I still wanna spit on the custodes. Because who else can claim to have done so?
>>5522270>>“I am not a sigillite, I am Alethia Amadeus the Undersecretary. You have no right to dictate what I am, custodes.” You coughed violently. “Find a different puppet.”
>>5522270>>You spat at the custodes’s face. “I will not be lectured by a failure of a bodyguard. I’ve met guardsmen worth ten of you.”
>>5522270>You spat at the custodes’s face. “I will not be lectured by a failure of a bodyguard. I’ve met guardsmen worth ten of you.” They had their reasons for staying close to the Emperor. I don’t see Alethia caring much right now.Time to get moving though. We have power. We won’t make the mistake of not wielding it.
>>5522717>>5522429>>5522287Anon... you're not same fagging with >>5521383 are you? I'm asking this because it looks like you replied to yourself and the way these two speak is rather similar.
Nvm, I think I was high or something I misread the thing. It looks like it's still locked.
>>5523170So it still stands that it is >>5522717>>5522429and>>5522696>>5522323
>>5522409Changing to>You spat at the custodes’s face. “I will not be lectured by a failure of a bodyguard. I’ve met guardsmen worth ten of you.”
You spat at the custodes' face, a thick spit laced with hate and sweat. The glob ran down the custodes’ black and gold trimmed armor. It was almost surreal. Blood and perhaps dirt was expected, but spit? Not many can say they spat at a custodes and survived. Of course, if you survive that is. Though basing on the situation you were certain that you would. “I will not be lectured by a failure of a bodyguard. I’ve met guardsmen worth ten of you.”The custodes, stiller than the aim of a vindicare, remained in his place. He looked calm, too calm. He still held you up, staring, it was if you could see his expression when you could not at all. The most surprising part of it all, he set you down gently and left on his own. “Unless you wish to stay here, I suggest you follow.” It was an awkward walk after that. Embarrassment, fatigue, and confusion all amalgamated to an uneasiness that you could not fight against. The strength in you drained away, slowly and surely. You followed the custodian, slogging your heavy feet to match his speed. The world was light, fuzzy, almost ethereal. Sigillites, psyker, daemons, none of it made sense. What was next, a primarch returning to Terra? As if. Somehow, Emperor willing, you made it inside back to the custodian’s tower. Blur began to invade your gaze, and the constant gold around you did not help. They were talking, two golden warriors conversing in hushed secrets.“My lord?”“Yes,” You swore you heard a sigh, “come, I will have you rest. There will be much work to be done after you wake up.” “Is it over?”“For now. There is much work to be done, but for now, rest.” “Not yet.” You gritted out, barely holding on. “The Administratum will need me soon if there were to be repairs and post-battle efforts. And… and…”Once you opened your eyes again, you were in a different room. Next to you were medicae-cogitator that whirred silently. The room was plain, almost monastic like. You moved the blanket away and looked around. This was your home, the penthouse in the upper-hive hab units. You forgot how it looked thanks to barely visiting this palace. You walked out of your room, only to be greeted with armed guards, specifically- >Vodsmen-At-Arms>Lucifer Black Guardsmen
>>5523452>>Lucifer Black Guardsmen
>>5523452Damn. We had work to do.>Lucifer Black GuardsmenNo real opinion on the choice for me.
>>5523452>Lucifer Black GuardsmenThis is their home turf, voidsmen would be just odd
>>5523452>Lucifer Black Guardsmen
Lucifer Black guardsmen. You were surprised they were still guarding the officers when Terra needed every able bodies available. Since the navy was here, maybe some voidsmen-at-arms would be spared, but it seems like you were wrong. You yawned as you walked past them and brewed yourself some recaf. It wasn’t the first time to have this kind of guards, but you never did feel comfortable. It showed prestige, but little privacy.“So, who sent you two.” You said, waiting for the recaf to heat up.“Commander Nox, madame.” You sighed. It was time for the difficult questions.“How long was I asleep?”“Five days.” The guardsman answered.“Lovely.” You groaned and rolled your eyes. A groan escaped form your lips, you could already see the mountains of work that would have to arrive. Repairs, rations, cleaning, and refugee issues were among thousands of things you had to deal with. That did not even scratch the issue that will arise with militarum and the arbites supplies, and not to mention the fixing of manufactorums. “Well, no time to waste then. I’ll get dressed, and you will escort me to my office then you can return to your own squad.”“Our job is to-”“Rest assured, guardsman, I will contact your commander with great appreciation. But the streets of Terra will need more men. You will waste your time with me.”“Understood, madame.” You were at the door that led to your office. Your office was clean, but you knew where your astropaths laid dead, in perfect memory down to their brain matter on the walls and on which book it splattered to. How their skulls scattered, their heads now a red mushy mess of crushed heads. “Madame?”You retracted your feet and looked away. You could not forget it, you never forgot anything, so all you could do was to ignore it. You chose to worry about work, and all that would tumble toward your way. You sat at your desk. “Thank you for the escort guardsmen.”Your adepts arrived, each giving their relief at your arrival, and grimacing at the work ahead. It seemed that they were not utilized by other prefects, but left alone. Well, at least that would make you feel less bad about working them hard. They all lined up at the front of your desk. “Adepts.” You cleared your throat. “I…”It was surreal, to return to work as if nothing had happened.
>You told them that now more than ever, their work will be important and that you would be relying on them more. Anyone who needed assistance regarding family or financial issues would be heard by you. (write-in speech if you’d like, keep it under 70 words.)>You told them that despite all that happened, you expect the same efficiency and dedication. After all, you chose them personally. Anyone who needed assistance regarding family or financial issues would be heard by you. (write-in speech if you’d like, keep it under 70 words.) >You told them that you were proud of them, to be able to return to work in the darkest of time. Anyone who needed assistance regarding family or financial issues would be heard by you. (write-in speech if you’d like, keep it under 70 words.)
>>5524116>You told them that you were proud of them, to be able to return to work in the darkest of time. Anyone who needed assistance regarding family or financial issues would be heard by you.
>>5524116>You told them that now more than ever, their work will be important and that you would be relying on them more. Anyone who needed assistance regarding family or financial issues would be heard by you.>If there was an attack on Terra, then no doubt attacks were elsewhere. I will do everything in my power to bring order to the supply chain so our men can fight back, but I need your minds, your hands to keep on top of it all. I thank you all for the work you will be doing, on behalf on the entire Imperium.>If there are personal matters you require assistance with, do not be afraid to voice them. It falls on me to ensure your focus on behalf of the Imperium, and my shoulders are broader than they appear.Two sections since one discusses the work, one discusses personal matters.
Alright since there's been no votes for two days I'll wait for one more day and if there isn't any votes I'll just roll the dice.
>>5524116I support >>5524191 since it seems to largely incorporate >>5524126 as well.
>>5525874Yeah, it’s was a bit hard for me to figure out which one I wanted to write for since they can overlap. I settled on the “work” one since that was really my focus, but you can read that we’re proud of them because they chose work on behalf of the entire Imperium by coming here, not just their small slice here on Terra.
You cleared your throat. They all looked at you, waiting with a mixture of confusion and fear.“If there was an attack on Terra, then no doubt attacks were elsewhere. I will do everything in my power to bring order to the supply chain so our men can fight back, but I need your minds, your hands to keep on top of it all. I thank you all for the work you will be doing, on behalf of the entire Imperium. ” You placed your hand on your heart, and made the aquila sign with a slight bow of respect, then looked back up. They looked back up with determination burning in their eyes. Not all, of course that was to be expected. But, it was enough. After all, it was rare of you to thank them in such a manner. Not even after the fall of Cadia had you done so. They’ll need you now more than ever, hence the promise, but you would also need them. “If there are personal matters you require assistance with, do not be afraid to voice them. It falls on me to ensure your focus on behalf of the Imperium, and my shoulders are broader than they appear. Now…” You looked into their eyes unwaveringly, “Let us work, grab your parchments and quills. We got a Throne World to save.” Empty, yet it wasn’t. Your office was busy, busier than it ever been. Yet, you did not hear lecturing from Testatus. There were no messages from the sisters. Not even the commentaries of the astartes, well more like Vladimir’s commentaries. It was filled yet empty, loud yet quiet, familiar yet foreign. You suppose this was a strange time you lived in.“Madame, these are the reports from the manufactorum on their readiness to function.” “These are the state of rations and sectors under control.” “There are repairs that need to be prioritized, madame. I’ll place it here.” Within minutes, your table hosted mountains of parchment. What should be the focus for now?>The citizens’ safety. >The state of the militarum forces, excluding astartes.>The repair of Terra, including hab-units, infrastructures of various services, and the manufactorums>Try to first know the current situation of the Imperium. Maybe something happened that you didn’t know about>Visit the Tower of Hegemon, figure out your past and… well just about everything. (You can only make three choices. ONE BY ONE. Not making all three choices at once.)
>>5526802>>The state of the militarum forces, excluding astartes
>>5526802>Visit the Tower of Hegemon, figure out your past and… well just about everything.
>>5526802>Visit the Tower of Hegemon, figure out your past and… well just about everything. We do have powers now, we’ll want to use them every once in a while. At least if we get chained to Terra for our safety we’ll have an argument for getting the Custodes to start working outside the palace then.
>>5526802>Tower of Hegemon
>>5526802>>Visit the Tower of Hegemon, figure out your past and… well just about everything.
The easy thing to ignore is the state of the imperium.We need to get our own infrastructure up to par before we can effect any change anyway, so knowing what's going on outside won't help.Then. . Probably ignore the millitarum forces. This one, I base on character reasons rather than logical reasons. Logically we disregard civilians as numbers to be used and expended to ensure the benefit of the imperium, but as a person who just suffered what is largely a direct consequence of her own actions, some reperations are likely to be in order.
The Tower of Hegemon, it still remained the same austere structure. At the halls of the tower you waited at the small corner, doing your best to not to obstruct anyone. You saw the serfs moving back and forth, carrying or pulling medicae equipments you’ve never seen before. Even more shocking, you’ve never seen an injured custodian until now. Your adepts were not allowed entry but you, so there was nothing to do but wait. At least your adepts has something to do while you were gone. Even now, you weren’t sure if this was a good time to invest into… “Thank you for waiting.”“My lord.” You bowed. “Thank you for allowing me to see you.”It was difficult to call him by his name. He was a custodian for Emperor’s sake. Though somehow, you could tell he was not fond of that. Looks like he gave up on it too. It was a good thing that he understood. It’s not something you can do with ease. Even some High Lords don’t call custodians in such a way. Therefore, you shouldn’t either. “What brings you here?” Vychellan said.“I’m here to see that black armored custodian. His name is Hissrad. I know what he told me, and he can’t just drop me something so… unbelievable and expect me to believe it.” “If it’s answers you want, then I can give it to you.” Vychellan said. “Come.” The room was large, almost an auditorium sized. The first thing you noticed was silence. Your footsteps and the jingles of your chain of office echoed. Strangely, Vychellan’s footsteps didn’t. Not even the slightest thud or even a shuffle. The silence settled peacefully, the sound of nothing was something you missed now that you realized it.“You are a child of the Sigllites, sent forward through time to us before the unification of Terra.” Vychellan said. “The Emperor felt your presence and saw the potential in you. So, we were tasked to do his will. To watch from the shadows as you grow. Intervene if necessary. You are a sigillite, deny it or not. It is your duty to guide the Imperium in the coming times, as the Emperor willed you to be. And we will help, as we helped Malcador the Hero.”Then he was silent, as if that answered everything, as if that was some simple answer. Well… it did. But it didn’t feel like it did. Perhaps the initial shock of it all was buried by fatigue. You were a sigillite, a ten thousand years old sigillite. A part of the Emperor’s plan. To a zealot this might have been a tremendous honor. To you… there wasn’t a word to describe it yet.>“Me being sigillite matters little, the Imperium can’t return to how it was. Surely you know this.”>“I can accept what I am, but I am not a leader. Look at the state of the galaxy! There is nothing worth saving!”>“I… I’ll try.”>“I don’t even know where to start or how to.” >Write-in
>>5527994>“I can accept what I am, but I am not a leader. Look at the state of the galaxy! How can I guide the Imperium If I can't even protect the world I'm standing upon!”after this say>As a result of my decision's the Parasites attacked Terra itself causing more damage while it's still healing from the forming of the Cicatrix Maledictum
>>5528080Choose one or the other.
>>5527994>”I… already have been, in much the same manner. Leading from the shadows, the serpent of the administratum. But the Emperor’s light could blind others to Malcador’s work. Who else can do the same for me?”We are a leader, just one who works the rear. Do the Custodes have an idea for a frontman though?
>>5528132the second one
>>5528513I like that thought.And it's true, we have weighed the pros and cons of countless decisions and borne the weight of them remarkably well. But we're not a public speaker and we need someone more dramatically present than we are.I honestly can't think of anyone who can fill the role, because custodes can't be frontmen. And marines can't be front men.And there isn't a suddenly resurrected 9,800 year old roman demi-god related to the emperor around that we know of yet. So whom?
“I… already have been, in much the same manner. But the Emperor’s light could blind others to Malcador’s work. Who else can do the same for me?”“Is it not obvious?”“The Captain General?” “No, by the Emperor did you not truly hear?” There was a slight amused tone. “Roboute Guilliman has returned.”“What?”What you were told next almost made you laugh, then despair, then get confused, more than anything else, it made you just tired. Roboute Guilliman. The Avenging Son. Primarch of the Ultramarines. You had to sit down and just digest the information. For a moment you thought it was a lie, but when have a custodian ever lied? Better yet, what reason would he have in lying to you? After the revelation, you were simply told what you have been doing, fixing Terra. When you returned to your office, you were given the rest of the news. No more surprises you hoped. But little did you know, the primarch’s return brought far more surprises. >You were afraid. The last time there were primarchs everything went to warp. That, and you doubted he and his decisions would be simply accepted.>You were hopeful, if the Emperor's son returned maybe things would be better. Perhaps... now would be the new dawn of the Imperium.
Lev Tieron has been replaced by Ann-Murza Jek. She was born with power, the tormenter instead of the tormented in the schola you were told. She has been doing your work. Repairs, supplies, and defenses. You could already tell she had a very loose interpretation of the Lex Imperialis. Worst of all, it was all done wrong, all in the wrong order. Inefficient supplies routes, incorrect prioritization of repairs, rationing for troops only instead of even split for manufactorums… the list went on. Then, you were told some of the high lords has been replaced. Most important of all, your old master was made to “retire.” Violeta Roskavler was now considered as the next High Lord. Roskavler was a good candidate. Being the Undersecretary suited you just fine. Though you didn’t know why she was still a candidate. “The hospitallers of Our Martyred Lady requests more room for the injured troops.”Thank the Emperor that Testatus survived. Maybe she’d have a better time working as a real hospitaller than to be your ward. “Have them take the manufactorum at sector VA-11 and its worker be extra hands. No doubt they will find more. If they can, tell them to prioritize the troops.” You sighed heavily. “Emperor knows we’ll need them to further suppress the riots.”“It has yet to end?”“Somehow, yes. I’m getting the feeling that there’s more to the riot than I thought.” Testatus lived, but Setheno didn’t. You very much doubted she would die of old age. A part of you however mourned, but became buried by the future. If it wasn’t this battle, it would be the next or the after. You very much doubted she wanted to be mourned in a time such as this, but to focus. That’s what she wanted… that what she would have wanted. “Madame? You look unwell.”“I’m fine. What’s the status of the Lamenters?”“I’m sorry, madame. No information yet.”You hoped that Vladimir and his battle-brothers survived too. Perhaps he was still out there, quelling the chaos. “Next note of attention, Chancellor Jek wanted your audience as soon as you were available. Should we let her know you are awake?” “I’m sure she does, don’t tell her I’m back. I’m busy fixing her failures. If she does find out and wants to see me, tell her that even if she comes by herself I will ignore her.” >The citizens’ safety.>Try to fix Jek’s mistakes (this will result in not being able to make the third choice)>The repair of Terra, including hab-units and the manufactorums>The repair of Lion’s Gate and other damaged space ports
Two choices this time
>>5529017>You were hopeful, and you laughed at yourself for it. The inheritors of the Emperor and his shadow, succeeding where they failed. You shouldn’t think yourself so capable. But what other choice exists?I’d like to think AAA is hopeful, and aware of how screwed up that sounds.>Try to fix Jek’s mistakes (this will result in not being able to make the third choice)If her screw-ups were so bad that it eats up two timeslots while everything else eats up one, then it needs to be done. It’ll clearly damage things well outside what we can see.
>>5529015>You were hopeful, if the Emperor's son returned maybe things would be better. Perhaps... now would be the new dawn of the Imperium.>>5529017>Try to fix Jek’s mistakes (this will result in not being able to make the third choice)can't have someone making mistakes and causing more problems while we are still recovering
>>5529015>Hopeful, He is the front man now. He was once a wiz at empire building, maybe he can lead one.>Fix her mistakes.Oh for fuck sake. Why are you so useless already?!
“Chancellor Je-”“Like I said. I’ll see her once I’m done fixing her mistakes. Take this document to office two nine nine eight of Departmento Munitorum.”“At once madame.” The supply routes for ration were fixed… for one sector. Then it was the next. Manufactorums were… you tightened the grip on your quill. There you go again, playing numbers with lives. Your gritted your teeth. You hated this, but for the good of the Imperium, manufactorum cities had to be prioritized, then maybe it can support the Terra PDF. Or at least, make it a way to resemble some kind of normality. You, the executioner, gave the final signature, damning thousands. Rations, you began to hate that word. “Get this order done. I want to see the manufactorum back to work in three days.” “Madame, that would be rather difficult. There’s little raw material to be processes, the astronomicon is still darkened. There is no methods to get more raw goods, other planets are recovering on their own.” Normally, this would result in a… what did the guardsman call it? Ah yes, a “blam.” However, you were teaching these adepts to take your place once you died. So questions were encouraged, but not too questioning. It was a fine line that you flawlessly walked on. Indeed, you really are the smartest there is. Who can match your elegance, intelligence, kindness and-“Madame?”“Hm? Oh right.” You cleared your throat. “Yes, it will be difficult but the manufactorum needs to run. Little or not, there are materials that need to be processed and if people are back to work they won’t be ensnared into some riots. Maybe some planets didn’t have it worse, I’ll check it myself later.”“Madame.” One of your adepts entered your office. “Chancellor Je-”“Oh for-” You groaned. “What is with her? Tell her no.” Another adept entered, yours that is.“Madame, Chancellor Jek wants to see you as soon as possible.” You sighed. Damn that woman.The work went on and on… repairs done in the wrong order. Routes into a disarray pilgrimage. Materials prioritization, material acquisitions, material… Throne, your tongue feels so sore. But, you managed to get a good chunk of it fixed.“What about security? Has the Grand Provost Marshal or the Lord Commander Militant answered?”“Some manufactorum cities will have added security.” You sighed. “But that’s it. They’re all stretched thin enough as is. I don’t know how the riots are still happening. Here, these are the orders to repair the landing sites in key locations, for both peacekeeping and moving materials. Get it done.”
“At once.” Once again, a sigh escaped your lips. Some of your adepts entered again, most likely from your orders.“Madame, Chancellor Jek is insisting that you see her.”“Oh for- how many rejections did she need to hear? Tell her no and tell her to stop sending these messages. All of you have the rights to ignore it from now on. If they got issues, they can send me a vox-call. Which I will turn off.”“There must be something of importance.” An adept said.“I’m not even a High Lord. I have no business with her. Just stop giving me messages of her, I got more important things to do.” “Yes, madame.”Once your adepts left and the sun fell. You were still in your office, working tirelessly, mostly being orders that would be submitted by your adepts tomorrow. You looked at the pile of parchments that was yet to be read, many of your candles were now fizzed out. You needed more candles.>Lit more candles, make some recaf, then work a little longer>Sleep
>>5529677>SleepCandles? Get a desk lamp, you silly bint.
>>5529677>Sleep>>5529880Not very in keeping with the imperiums gothic asthetic.
>>5529711>>5529880>>5529896>>5529993And yes, desk lamp exists, but that wouldn't be classy.
As much as work needed to be done, sleep was more important. Better to work with a clear mind than to work more with a clouded mind. After organizing your desk for tomorrow, you snuggled in your bed. There, you saw the book from Commodore Gilles-Duparte. Until then you basically forgot about him, you wondered how he was faring, busy no doubt, doubly for Commander Nox. Looks like romance was never going to happen in your life it seems. You brought the blankets closer, and closed your eyes, hoping for a better tomorrow. You opened your eyes.In front of you was a small tiny… hooded thing. You squinted at it, then went back to sleep. It must’ve been an odd dream. Damn rift and damn everything else, mucking up your mind. You bundled yourself further and closed your eyes again. The office was busy once more.“Madame, another message from Chancellor Jek.”“Madame, I have a message from Chancellor Jek.”“Chancellor Jek, madame.”As always you ignored them. You were given other news as well. One of them being the arrival of Living Saint Celestine, and Archmagos Cawl, along with Guilliman (now Lord Regent among many other titles) cohorts. Well, not like it had nothing to do with you anyways. Though you were curious on how Archmagos was doing.“Madame, here are the update reports of the ongoing repairs and the maufactorums. I’m afraid three days might be difficult after all.” “Well, aim for the void, fall on luna.” You grumbled.The day continued on. As the evening slowly rolled in, your office became slightly quieter. You did the work needed, now it was the menial’s job to actually accomplish it. Not that there weren’t other jobs to be done. >As usual, you continued to do your job, well into the night. This time, you had no time to sleep. >You didn’t know what compelled you, but you went outside of your office at night, aimlessly walking.>You were called through vox, your presence was needed in the Regent’s Chamber. Not from Lord Regent himself, but from one of his trusted hands.
>>5530542>>You didn’t know what compelled you, but you went outside of your office at night, aimlessly walking.
>>5530542>You were called through vox, your presence was needed in the Regent’s Chamber. Not from Lord Regent himself, but from one of his trusted hands.little guys in hoods... if they are who I think they are wonder what they are doing not on the dark angles ship as that is the only place left that they can consider home as their home world along with the dark angles was destroyed, though would be interesting if the serpent goes on their ship and finds their primarch being in a forced comatose by the little guys, but that is if they let her as they are crazy powerful psychers that make deamons howl in terror should they be in their presence
>>5530684forgot they are called The Watchers In The Dark
>>5530542>You don't know what compelled youA brief respite from the work, before we had to jump back into it. Probably. maybe. It's our excuse anyway.
>>5530542>You didn’t know what compelled you, but you went outside of your office at night, aimlessly walking.Maybe we were finally taking the idea of exercise seriously, but in a way we lie to ourself about because the real thing is agony.
>>5530856>>5530659It's friday, meaning doing nothing but lounging in my room. I'll be here for most of the time.
You didn’t know what made you, but you felt like walking. Destination didn’t matter, but you just felt like walking. After organizing your office, you set outside. It was an aimless one, going around corners, shuffling, stairs, and for no reason at all, walking very slowly. Maybe you’re losing your mind. The silence of the Imperial Palace made you think about everything. The state of the Imperium, the galaxy, and you.A “Sigillite.” It sounded like some shitty prophecy. You continued to roam like a thoughtless grox, looking up at the infinitely tall ceiling. “Madame.”You jumped at the sudden voice. It was the commander. “C-Commander.” You dusted off your robe. “What brings you here?”“This is a patrol route of my men.”“Are you also patrolling?” “Of sorts. I’m… taking a walk.” Verdun said in his own tough but sheepish way. “May I ask what you’re doing?”“I’m also taking a walk.” You answered. “I know a good route, if you’d like.”“That sounds swell.”The night inside of the Imperial Palace was blissfully quiet, away from the riots of the Terra hives. Being beside someone like Verdun was… reassuring. A man who honed his art of killing, to eradicate the evil that preyed on humanity, and he was here. You walked side by side, for a man so large you were able to match his pace, most likely not to humiliate you. Or it was because he wanted to talk to you. Either way, it was a thoughtful gesture. “I owe you an apology. My men were not able to find you.” He said. “Commander, I very much doubt your men could have found me.” You said reassuringly. “Even so.” He said, not allowing any excuses. “I’m also told you had a laspistol.”“I do.”“Have you trained with it?”“A little.”“If you’d like, I can train you.” Verdun offered. “I’m sure you have my vox-link.” “That I do, should I have time, I will ask.”>You parted from the commander. It was best to sleep now.>You wanted to stay a little longer with him, for once not being around Adminsitratum officers was refreshing.
>>5530963>You parted from the commander. It was best to sleep now.
>>5530963>>You wanted to stay a little longer with him, for once not being around Adminsitratum officers was refreshing.
>>5530963>>You parted from the commander. It was best to sleep now.
>>5530963>You wanted to stay a little longer with him, for once not being around Adminsitratum officers was refreshing.
>>5530963>You wanted to stay a little longerPersonal care is also important.
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>5530978>>5531446>>55315331>>5531984>>5531460>>55314432
>>5532066QM, >>5531533 was a vote for option 2 with the copypaste pared down anyway
>>5532118Damn, either way it rolled to that option so thank christ. Thanks for letting me know though. Gotta be more careful
From the small corner of your mind, fatigue shouted at your brain to sleep. You fought that urge, the wish to stay with Verdun was stronger. Being around a non-Administratum officer was refreshing. Maybe it was his personality or his thoughtfulness, but the discussion did not leak into work, instead he told you about his time as a regular guardsman before his transfer to Lucifer Black. He was a recipient of the Triple Skull badge, Medallion Crimson and the Midnight Aquilla. It was an impressive array. Triple Skull implied surviving in a regiment that had sixty percent casualty. Medallion Crimson was given when fighting despite being mortally wounded. Midnight Aquilla however… it carried an implication that Verdun Nox was an exceptionally dangerous man. As time went on, he told more of his stories, mostly about his comrades and his old regiment without mentioning the name itself. You wanted to ask, but if he did not wanted to be known it was respectful to keep it that way. “Do you like being in Lucifer Black?” He pondered, his hardened eyes and ever stiff jaw remained as they were. Yet… there was hesitation from his stance, somehow becoming more rigid than his already disciplined way of walking and moving. “I do.”“You’re a bad liar.” You giggled. “I’m not your superior officer, commander. We’re having a conversation.”“Do you like your office?”You shrugged.“Some aspects, yes. Dealing with other people, not really. It’s my job. I’m assuming you feel the same?”“It is my duty to serve the Imperium.” Verdun said dully. “However, I do miss my old regiment.”“I’m sure they miss you too.” You said. Since it was later than you expected, Verdun escorted you back to your office. That is, toward your door. It was Chancellor Jek herself. She looked at you, then back to the commander, who was with you, during night, going back to you office. “I… It seems like I have interrupted something.” Jek said politely. “However, I must. You have been ignoring my call for days, we must discuss.” “Thank you for your escort, commander.” You said.You gave a curt bow, and return to your office, ignoring the chancellor. “I know what I did was wrong, I stepped into your office and made it worse.” The chancellor said through the door. “But no one knew if you would live, I had to do something.”>Try to sleep through the noise, you didn’t want to hear the excuses>Listen to what she has to say>Open the door, and let her explain herself, only to explain herself
>>5532155>Open the door, and let her explain herself. Hand her a single piece from your stash as a treat, grab one yourself, and settle in for a long-winded spiel.She finally got around to coming to us? I was wondering if she’d suck it up and finally visit herself or if she’d just drop it.I assume we still have a stash of treats somewhere. Give her one to soften the blow if we decide to rip her a new asshole over all the trouble she caused by the end of her speech.
>>5532155>Open the door and let her explain herself.I'll support>>5532179We aren't going to forgive her for her shit, we're dealing with massive damage and fuck ups. If it's the best move out of a bunch of bad ones, so be it but this constant interruption of our work with calls is not appreciated.
>>5532155>>Try to sleep through the noise, you didn’t want to hear the excuses
That woman doesn’t know when to shut up. She’s persist, you’ll give her that. You eopened t he door with a hateful glare. Not for messing up your work, you already hated her for that, but for running your sleep. She beamed with a relieved smile.“Madam-”“Only to explain yourself. Nothing more." You didn’t offer her a seat, but you took one of your own behind your nalwood desk. From one of your desk’s compartment your brought out a small box of sweetened-biscuits. Of course, you offered her some in which she declined. It didn’t matter either way, she was standing up and you were comfortably sitting down.“So, what was it that you wanted to tell me? Because I’ve got plenty of messages while working.”You paused.“With all due-”“Working means fixing up your mess.” You interrupted slyly. “Please, go on. Tell me how you were justified and give me your excuse, I’m sure someone who was born in power learned how to avoid accountability.”“With all due respect.” The chancellor said calmly. “That was not necessary. I’ll ask for an apolo-”“You’ll ask for nothing!” You raised your voice. “You overstep your authority, bother my adepts, butcher my work, and you have the very galls to call me to come to you? I had to make sure the corpses are removed, diseases contained, rations of both sustainable and unsustainable counted all over again because the work you assigned to some adept did it wrong. That alone set back my work for days. So do not ask for what you do not deserve, chancellor.” “No one else was worrying about the state of Terra, so I had to ensure some matter of this world was kept intact. No one expected you to be awake so early so yes, I did what I could to keep Terra in one piece.” Jek said diplomatically. “I apologize, I obstructed your work but it was all for the Throne World. If nothing had been done, the situation would have become worse. I now understand that the weight of your position.”“Your apology has been noted, and duly ignored.” You said with utter disinterest. "Next time, I ask you to delegate to a prefect of the Deparmento Munitorum and not do it on your own for your plan of grabbing power. Do your job, and I'll do mine." She was able to remain steadfast, not angered. Good for her. You were not sure if she did any actual work, and you wanted to tell her what a failure it was. But it was hard to do so, she had a legitimate reason. Albeit her reckless ignoring of the Lex and failure to do her work right did angered you. “Again, I apologize, madame. I have delved into an authority that I have no experience in.” She said gracefully. “There is another-” >Let her continue, but bring out a chair, as a sign of acknowledgement >Interrupt her, you meant what you said>Let her continue
>>5532585The power play is to interrupt.She's probably going to sidestep into another point and tangent so controlling the conversation now will give us the impression of power.So I say>Interrupt her, You meant what you said.>"It has been a very long day and I've had a walk to ready myself bed. When the issue of Terra's supply and rebuilding is completed, I'm sure there will be time to speak then."
>>5532585>>Interrupt her, you meant what you said
>>5532585>Let her continueListening to a Chancellor spin BS is part of the job. She may also tell us something we don’t already know about the state of the Imperium because we’re buried in work. Gulliman was a surprise for us after all, and that’s a pretty big thing to miss!No seat though. Still don’t like her enough.
“Again, I apologize, madame. I have delved into an authority that I have no experience in.” She said gracefully. “There is another-” You raised your hand. “Chancellor.” You intoned sharply. “I said you can only explain yourself. The rest, whatever it is you think is important, is none of my concern.”The position of the Chancellor of the Imperial Senate meant only one thing to you. He or she would come to you just to speak to the Master. That’s how it always was. They couldn’t get to your master, so they pester you, in hopes of you pestering him to come to the council meeting. Of course it never worked. For one your master didn’t care and you didn’t care either. You had more important things to do.“Please madame, I just need a few-”“Good night, chancellor.” It was a good thing she left, you had no tempestus scions or even guardsmen to make your threat tangible. Maybe you would have thrown some cheap tea or inkwells. No, the inkwells were refillable so maybe some scraps? You yawned, and hoped for a smoother working day.The next morning started off well. Work went smoothly but you were still fixing some of the issues that Chancellor Jek left behind. This time, it was space docking rights. Oh how much you hated the Merchant Fleets. On the bright side however, it was amongst themselves and not against the Imperial Navy. “You must see that I provide the rare supplies that planets near the Eye of Terror cannot get frequently, that is why-”“Yes and that segmentum is now entrenched with the Cicatrix Maledictum. Your routes are no longer profitable let alone useful.”“If we’re talking about useful, I have routes right here in Segmentum Solar. Yours is in Segementum Pacificus.” So that meant less mediation, and more watching them try to claw each other. Once they tire out, you’ll announce your decision. Normally, this would be the Port-Adjutant Injun’s job. He however, using the justification of “unprecedented emergency” chose to call for your aide. That was why you chose to make a physical note to have him be fired and be replaced. “Gentlemen please, let us not devolve into a rabble. The Merchant Fleet are an integral part of the Imperium. Since Captain Rutyn, Captain Hush and Captain Hook has routes in Segmentum Solar, I must make space for their ship.” “This is outrageous!” A captain shouted.“You still have a place in the port, gentlemen. Rest assured they are also protected.” You said politely. “My ship-”“My goods-”"My influence can-""I am the-""This can't be, how dare you!" They just won’t stop talking. You wish the Lamenters were here... they'd be able to scare them.
>Be indifferent, explain the logic. If they still don’t agree, which they won’t, they can’t argue when the choice was made for the betterment of the Imperium. If they’re mad there’s nothing much you can do about it. (write-in) >Threaten them to submission. They may be merchants, but you can be sure as the warp that they will be put under heavy scrutiny till they die of old age with the slowest replies. (write-in) >Be polite, this is a tough time for everyone. You need to be understanding, they’re merchants, so their powers are to be acknowledged. (write-in) If you're going to do the write-in, please write in in the spirit of the choice and don't mix them into one reply. I will straight up ignore it if you chose to combine them all three in one write-in. There is no free write in but write in the confines of the choices you make.
>>5533243We are the serpent. You are useful or not.>Threaten them into submission."Gentlemen, I have explained very succinctly that your routes have evaporated. I have extended to you that your ships will keep their ports and their ships, we are not casting you to the wolves, figuratively or literally. However.If you are going to be a detriment to my efforts to rebuild terra and untangle this mess of logistics, then you shall most certainly have my personal attention as befitting such important men as yourselves.I shall add your every docking, cargo manifest and fleet purchases to the docket, to be done in as timely a manner as I am capable of."Maybe cap it on with reiterating their flagships or their most profitable ships. We have an eidetic memory.If you dont see how this is threatening or they dont, it is the fact that we have so much more important stuff to focus on, they will be ignored for weeks or months, not accounting for time required to get to our office.I dont want us to actually carry out the threat, if they dont move, since it wastes our time and can be accomplished through blacklisting them.And this is not my usual IP address, I'm moving around today.
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"Gentlemen, at the moment your routes are gone and not all of you have Free Heredity charter.. I have extended the invitation that all of your ships will have a place in the ports. The Administratum is not casting you to the wolves. However, if you continue being an obstruction to my efforts, then you shall certainly have my personal attention that befits your honorable stations. All within the Administratum’s through eyes.”That seemed to scare them a bit. Anyone would be, considering the one reputation that made anyone shake their pants was the slowness of the Administratum. They all recoiled, knowing very well that you can and would carry on that threat. Silence finally settled in, snuffing out their fat appendages that are their lips. “Now, if there is nothing else, I will need the named Captains in my office to sign the parchments. If there are no other businesses, I wish you a good day.” “The Speaker of Chartist Captains will hear of this!”The merchant captains eventually left, and the rest of the work itself has gone splendidly smooth. The damage done by the chancellor of course still remained, but it was now manageable and became a secondary worry. Nevertheless, work still remained. The hab-unit’s cleaning just started, manufactorum slowly began to lull back to its working conditions by the tech-priests. The riots however… that had yet to be culled and now were given a name, the “Splintered.”“Progress on the riots?”“Still progressing.” The adept said. You didn’t like the implication of that name. Well, it wasn’t as if they’d be an actual threat. Give the forces of Terra a week or two, you were sure they’d be stamped out. “What’s next on the list?” “Most of the updates returned and they are progressing much slower than your expectation.”“Any good news?”“I’m afraid none ma’am.”You leaned back into your chair. The regular sized door burst open.“Madame!” The adept panted, “you have a message. It’s from-”“If you say it’s from the chancellor.” You said calmly. “Throne help me, even I wouldn’t know what I would do.”The adept shrank.“None of the sorts madame. You have been summoned.”In his hand was a parchment, wrapped in red sash and with the seal of… well you couldn’t tell what kind of seal it was, which meant it was a brand new seal that you weren’t told of. You didn’t exactly keep up with the Imperium’s political ongoings. Was it a new Ordo? New office? “And who’s this from?”The adept evened his breath, exhaling heavily to speak. You waited patiently, you knew that pain too much. “I- It’s from the Lord Regent. Apparently Chancellor Jek has been his assistant, that was why we got so many messages. We didn’t know since we were all too busy!” Oh… now that would make sense. That was good to know. On the other hand. “Shit.” [End of Thread 2]
>>5535031Well, I tried to be patient with her. Guess our first introduction to Gulliman will be a little rocky.
>>5535031He will understand.
New thread over >>5538667