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>>5581060
>“Who… what are you?”

>>5581060
>>“Who… what are you?”

>>5581060
>“Who… what are you?”

>>5581060
>“Who… what are you?”

>>5581349
>>5581289
>>5581266
>>5581131

Counted

>>5581060
watchers in the dark, wonder what he is doing away from the rock

“Who… what are you?”

“We have no name that you can pronounce.” It said, “Refer to me as however you see fit. What do you know about the Dark Angels?”

“Which chapter?”

“No, the Legion.”

Your brow quirked up.

“They were almost flawless in their executions. Coming close to the Luna Wolves and Ultramarines. At least, that’s what the archives stated.”

“And their primarch?”

“Equally capable.” You said curtly, this was obviously a set of leading questions. “Why do they matter?”

“They are the sons of the Emperor. Watch yourself for the coming days.”

“Hold on a minute, why are you here? Just what are you?”

“An ally.”

Then, the thing disappeared. No smoke, illumination, it simply disappeared. It was odd, you weren’t freaked out as much as you thought you would. It was as if time stopped and resume after the thing left, whatever it was.

Wait a minute…

Why were you so calm?

Eh, best not to worry about that, you got work to do.

A day later, your promotion was well known. Even without the ceremony word of mouth traveled fast, after all there was a process on becoming a High Lord such as change in authority and access to secret files. You didn’t know there were higher clearance than what you had.

“Your updates, m’lord.” Your assistant, Tanto said.

“Looks like most of the repairs are going swimmingly.”

“The Splintered, are still a concern however.” Tanto said.

“Yes, along with the rioters, food, repairs, and so much more…”

You slumped back on your chair.

The pile of gifts in your office were an agonizing sight. From precious crystals to quills that were more valuable than a planet, you weren’t sure what to do with them. What use did a solid gold statuette of a quill have other than a bludgeoning weapon?

“What are you going to do with the gifts?”

“How in the warp should I know?” You said with a shrug. “I have bigger issues to worry about.”

“Like what?”

“You wouldn’t believe it even if I told you.” You sighed. “I also need to start moving things anyways.”

“And by the way, madame. Chancellor Jek wanted to see you, as soon as possible.”

You groaned.

>Have her come
>Do it later

>>5581914
>>Have her come

>>5581914
>Have her come

>>5581914
>>Have her come
She has to say what she wants, not go around it

>>5582036
>>5582347
>>5582401

Counted, 3AM edition.

“The Chancellor?” You paused. “Ah, I suppose it makes sense. I am a High Lord now after all.”

“What do you want me to do, m’lord?”

You jagged your head back on to the soft cushion of your seat. Knowing her and her job, it was more than obvious that she wanted you to come for the High Council meeting.

“Let her come in person.”

An hour later Chancellor Jek arrived. She was the same as ever, except she looked much more tired. Her long hair was frizzled and tied up in a bun, a style that you used to sport. You saw the slowly forming heavy bags under her eyes, and a dulled gaze from the fatigue of her work. To some this would garner sympathy or at least intimidation knowing the Chancellor would be already agitated.

“Congratulations on your ascension, m’lord.”

“Let’s skip the pleasantries, chancellor. Are you here to convince me to come to the meeting?”

“Yes, there are matters that-”

“I have been fixing Terra, what matter is needed that I am required to spend my time on?” You said tiredly. “I now have the entire Administratum to govern. On top of restoring Terra. And my opinion of you is rather low, lest you not forget the hindrance to my efforts.”

“It’s about the Indomitus Crusade.” The chancellor said firmly.

Ah yes, Lord Regent’s project on reuniting Imperium Nhilus.

“And?”

“Other matters that concerns the Imperium.” She said.

The political hive of the Imperium was unstable. Even as the Lord Regent’s shield, attending a meeting and making decisions would only make the Lord Regent a tyrant. He already had replacements that were seen as puppets on top of his new reforms, making more decisions would add fuel to the fire. That, and decision making in a turbulent time just spelled troubles. The Imperium Nhilus needed a solid foundation to launch off of, and it wasn’t time yet.

“I will not attend the meeting.”

“May I ask why?”

Other than her being a tormentor during the schola abusing her family’s influence? You narrowed your eyes at her.

>“I don’t have to explain myself to you, chancellor. Why should I? When you have already hindered me once.” She needed to know the line between you and her. “You have this position because the previous chancellor is ill, not by merit. I know your family and your past in the schola.”
>“Restoring Terra is my concern right now. A war cannot be waged unless a foundation is formed. What good is an ideal if it cannot feed the people? The Indomitus can wait.”
>“My job as of now is to ensure his reforms are implemented. The crusade can wait, even as we speak the Lord Regent is doing other work.”
>“No.”
>Write-in

>>5582427
>“Restoring Terra is my concern right now. A war cannot be waged unless a foundation is formed. What good is an ideal if it cannot feed the people? The Indomitus can wait.”

>>5582427
>Restoring terra is my concern.

Never reveal our personal grudge or our doubts to her competence. It would ruin our ability to play the game.

>>5582427
>>“I don’t have to explain myself to you, chancellor. Why should I? When you have already hindered me once.” She needed to know the line between you and her.

>>5582427
>>“No.”
Now, i think a simple No can do. We have work to do, no interruptions are needed

And i consider her an interruption and a nuisance after what she did

>>5582427
>“Restoring Terra is my concern right now. A war cannot be waged unless a foundation is formed. What good is an ideal if it cannot feed the people? The Indomitus can wait.”

>>5583589
>>5582580
>>5582506

Votes counted

“Restoring Terra is my concern right now. A war cannot be waged unless a foundation is formed. What good is an ideal if it cannot feed the people? The Indomitus can wait.”

“But the Indomitus-”

“Will happen.”

You narrowed your glare further. The nerve of the woman… You leaned back more, and took some parchment in your hand. Oh, it’s about the riot suppressions from the Arbites.

“Now, if that’s all you may leave.” You said indifferently. “There is still much work to be done.”

“I understand.”

As the door opened, the inquisitor entered.

“You really are a woman of practicality.” The inquisitor said.

“Ideals cannot feed the masses. How can I assist you inquisitor?”

“No, I’m only here to offer you my congratulations. Though it seems like you had plenty of that.”

The inquisitor brought an amasac, contained in a crystal-glass bottle. It was one of many alcoholic gifts. He placed the bottle on your desk, his short kept hair swayed, he was a looker that was for certain.

“How thoughtful of you.” You said dryly. “Again. What is it that you need?”

“The Grandmaster, he supports the Static Tendency does he not? I need you to ascertain if he will support the Lord Regent, or if he will be an enemy.”

A chill shivered down to your spine. Fadix was always a creepy old man.

“And you can’t do this, Inquisitor?”

“The Inquisition and the Officio Assassinorum has a complicated relationship, one that I cannot easily overcome. You however, know him and graduated from the Schola. You’re the most fitting person. If I recall, you studied under the temple.”

“For the knowledge, and I wasn’t even near the temples. I only had some of the masters test me on pure information so I know what I need to provide and support with. That is hardly a relationship.”

“Nevertheless, that is still your assignment. Have you receive a gift from him yet?”

“A man like him doesn’t do gifts, I don’t even know if he likes anything. Good luck, High Lord.”

The man left with a simple grin. You leaned back on your chair further. How were you going to speak to him in the first place?

>Ask to speak with him on a neutral ground
>Ask him to speak through vox
>Come to the Schola yourself

>>5584182
>>Ask to speak with him on a neutral ground

>>5584182
>Neutral ground

>>5584182
>>Ask to speak with him on a neutral ground

>>5584182
>>Come to the Schola yourself

>>5584182
>Come to the Schola yourself

>>5584182
>Ask to speak with him on a neutral ground

>>5585810
>>5584322
>>5584312
>>5584312
>>5584258

Votes counted

A neutral ground. There weren't exactly many places that were truly neutral. You pondered where, then again, neutral or not, how is any place “neutral” when the GRAND MASTER of the Officio Assassinorum was your target of inquiry? Ow… that headache is getting worse the more you think about it.

The Cathedral? No, that’s technically your territory.

High Lord’s Chamber? No, that was only for the council meeting.

Maybe a restaurant?

Does… does he even eat normal food? You thought it through from your mental list. You found some, but in the end it was you who wanted to speak to him. You had a letter sent to the Grandmaster.

Two days later, you got your location, and Throne, what a location it was, it was a slap to the face. You sat on your table, trying not to crumble the letter from the Grandmaster.

“What does it say, m’lord?” Pugio said.

“He wants to meet at the Opus Progenium Cathedral…”

“That’s near the Schola Progenium.”

“It’s the cathedral for Schola Progenium, the upper students are allowed there while the new ones are to pray in their own bunk or classrooms. Well, it’s been a while since I’ve been there.”

“Who will you bring?” Tanto said.

“I’ll have to go by myself, this will be a private talk after all.”

“By yourself?”

Sgian said warily, he was your third best adept. For an adept, he had quite the build along with a pale blond hair.

“I’ll be fine.” You reassured him. “Assume my responsibilities while I’m gone.”

“Yes, m’lord.” Tanto, Pugio, and Sgian said in unison.

You were dressed in a dark red robe, with a badge of your office as a simple Prefect. The church may have been close to the Schola Progenium, but it did not mean it was only exclusive to them. The Opus Progenium Cathedral was the five hundred and fifth largest cathedral in the Imperium, despite the ranking it was out of billions of cathedral all around the Imperium. It was still an impressive sight.

Soft amber lights drenched the cathedral. The stained glass that venerated the Emperor glowed incandescently, shining down on those who prayed under the lights. A shimmering sea of holy light, ever so present, like the eyes of the Imperium. The scent of incense overpowered any other smells, and the air was slightly smoky, slightly hazing your view. A fog you were all so familiar of, and one you were happy to be away with.

“Emperor, holy lord of Terra…” The prayers echoed.

The tall pillars carved in the face of the Emperor stood vigilantly. Hymns of various pitches echoed hauntingly, like a distant cry of a mourning saint, you knew full well those hymns were created from servitors that were once students who tried to run away from the Schola. You never told anyone how grotesque that was, after all, they all thought it was a fitting and even a ‘light’ punishment.

“Black Rose platoon, move out!”

You know that voice. Testatus? There she was. Dressed in her black power armor, her white hair swayed fiercely as was her voice.

>Call her out
>Keep watching
>Keep moving to the rendezvous
>Rush to your rendezvous
>Write-in

>>5586200
>Keep moving to the rendezvous
hopeful the watcher that told her they are an ally is near incase, because we all know she is very well walking in on his territory with his assassins near

>>5586200
>>Keep moving to the rendezvous

>>5586200
>>Keep moving to the rendezvous

>>5586200
>Keep watching

>>5586200
>>Rush to your rendezvous

>>5586376
>>5586430
>>5586313

Counted

No, you were on a job. As much as you wanted to see her, you swallowed the urge to continue at the same pace. You gave one last glance, and continued on your way to the rendezvous. Students, commissars, scions, and other deadly individuals prayed here. Before you could get past the tall arch, a young woman in power armor stopped you.

“Excuse me, that area are for Schola staff only,”

She was not a novice, seeing that she is on her own. Novitiate? Maybe. Or a fresh Constantia or Cantus? No battle scar either.

“I’m qualified to enter, miss.” You said politely, “I am in charge of supplies for Schola Progenium. I’m sure you won’t stop me from saying a prayer before returning to work?”

“Ah, my mistake then prefect. May I see your chain of office?”

Oh. Throne damn it.

>Try to use your psychic power
>Show her your chain of office, your old Undersecretary chain
>Try to convince her you’re busy (roll d100)

Short update, but I will update it around 3 or 4 votes.

>>5587203
>>Show her your chain of office, your old Undersecretary chain

>>5587203
>>Show her your chain of office, your old Undersecretary chain
ughhhhhhhhhhh

>>5587203
>The old chain

This isn't going to go well, not for a psyker.

>>5587504
>>5587376
>>5587226

Votes counted

You slowly moved aside the cloak and raised the chain slightly. The chain, which was a literal chain around your neck, heavy and cumbersome plated in pure gold. You were famous here. After all, you never took a “normal” class and was the first graduate as a child. Your support in the Schola earned you a place among staff. Of course, your new promotion did not remain a secret either. The moment her eyes widened you shush her down.

“M’lor-”

“Shh!” You hissed. “I do not need an announcement, I’m on private business.”

“Then let me or one of the sisters-”
“No need for an escort.” You declined sharply. “Now, out of the way. Oh, and give regard to… no. Nevermind.”

You sighed, and continued toward your meeting point. It was a small area tucked where the tall arches met. It was dark, barely lit from the candles and a lantern, perfect place since right below was the stitched up meat puppets that cried the hymns. You waited… and waited. It was well past an hour since the meeting time. You leaned on the wall, then simply sat with your back against the wall. This was just another display of power. Three hours. Three- THRONE DAMNED -hours. Just how long in the Throne World, did he plan to play this game?

“Good, you’re still here.”

The coarse voice, it was undoubtedly Grandmaster Fadix, all alone. As if he needed someone to accompany him.

“I do apologize for my tardy arrival, Amadeus.” Fadix said.

“Fadix.” You said with a nod. “I assume there was a good reason for it?”

“There was.” He answered. “I am busy however, so if we must discuss, I can only do it while I’m taking care of other matters. It has been a while since you returned home, this will be a good opportunity.”

He won’t kill you, you were certain about that. But he did know you hated the assassin temples. He’s been the grandmaster as long as you could remember, and you’ve met him enough that he’d know what made you tick.

>Follow him
>Stand your ground, this was the established place

>>5587685
>>Stand your ground, this was the established place
We can spare and talk for sometime here there is no one

>>5587685
>Stand your ground

We're not being disrespected twice.

>>5587685
>Stand your ground, this was the established place

>>5587685
>>Follow him

>>5587685
>>Stand your ground, this was the established place

>>5587773
>>5587816
>>5587821
>>5588543

Update this evening

“No.”

“No? You’re the one that sought me out.” Fadix said.

“This was our rendezvous and I have waited far longer than I needed to. I will not be disrespected again, Fadix. I will not be disrespected again.”

The old master laughed, an ugly sound of cackling croak.

“What makes you think that matters to me? It was you that came to look for me, it was you who waited, it’s obvious to me you need me more than you want to hide.”

Behind your lips, your teeth gnashed, grinding together as your jaws clenched tightly.

“Fad-”

His gaze snapped to your eyes, his skin was wrinkled with age and hollow as the endless void of space.

"That’s Grandmaster to you child. Your position does not bring respect like you always foolishly assumed all these years. Not when your leg is shaking.” Fadix said coldly.

You swallowed and now you just realized it. Your legs, it trembled like a weak branch in the snowstorm. He was death. He was not the grandmaster of the callidus, the eversor, vindicare, or the cullexus. He was the Grandmaster of the Officio Assassinorum.

“So, if you wish to speak. We will do so at my leisure.”

>Agree
>Disagree
>Convince again (d100) (add write in along with dice roll)

1 - 10 2 Degree of success
11- 25 1 Degree of success
26- 50 Failure
51 - 75 Failure
75 - 90 Failure
90- 100 You fucked up

Best out of two

>>5589387
>>Agree

>>5589387
>Disagree

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>5589387
>Convince again [Need is not how I would describe my situation, more that you require me. I've no desire to be in your presence Fadix, and as you can tell I'd rather be anywhere else than this room. So the why of it, when I also have terribly important logistics to manage, should at least give you pause enough to spare 20 minutes. If you weren't curious you wouldn't have stopped, just left me for another 3 hours until I left.
>If I'm wrong then you are free to take your leave, for good and Ill.]

Time to bank on his curiosity about why we'd ever subject ourselves to the subject of our distaste and hint at higher levels interest.

Can't remember if we roll with the post, so I'll do it anyway and re-roll after the prompt if must be.

>>5589387
>>Convince again

>>5589670
>>5590167

Counted, holy shit I swear anons you guys get so many good rolls that it's insane.

“I also have my own logistics to manage. I’ve waited for three hours, true, but if you weren’t interested you would not have came at all.” You said calmly. “But I’ll remind yoyu, Fadix. You need me. You’re free to take your leave after all.”

It was a gamble. He didn’t respect you, but he respected your position. At least, he respected your powers. That was enough.

“Five minutes, ask your questions.”
“Just five?”

“Time’s running now.” Fadix said, looking down at the floor below.

You sighed.

“Do you support the Lord Regent? You’re a Static Tendency supporter. Yet you have yet to voice your opposition or even do anything. As the new Master of The Administratum, I need to know if there will be problems.”

Fadix remained still as a statue, his inhuman gaze focused on to yours.

“The Lex Imperialis is all that matters to me. As long as he honors the Emperor and all that he is. I have nothing to say.”

“He is the Emperor’s son, of cour-”

“He already replaced half of the High Lords, you are one of them.” Fadix said sharply. “I pity you girl, you’re nothing but a shield to the Lord Regent, surely you know this. You should have stayed as the Undersecretary.”

Don’t bite the bait, you’re better than that.

“I appreciate your concern, howev-”

“My time is up.” Fadix said.

Fadix left, once he crossed the shadows his presence disappeared. You sighed, leaning on the hard wall, you slid down until you were sitting on the floor. Fadix, he was an enigma, you looked up to see the statue of the Emperor. From where you were you were close to his face. Even among the thin fog of incense, he looked rather ordinary.

>“Maybe the Imperium Secundus wasn’t such a bad idea…”
>“Just what do you want from me…”
>“Ironic, isn’t it?”

>>5591753
>>“Just what do you want from me…”

>>5591753
>>“Just what do you want from me…”

>>5591753
>Just what do you want of me?

>>5591753
>“Maybe the Imperium Secundus wasn’t such a bad idea…”

>>5591753
>“Just what do you want from me…”

>>5591965
>>5592162
>>5592283
>>5592684

Votes counted

The face of the Emperor did not look at you, nor did he move. He couldn’t, he was a statue, unmoving as the corpse on the Golden Throne.

“Just what do you want from me…” You groaned. “Seriously, what makes you think I can do when all I can do is shuffle parchments for a living?”

The Emperor statue did not speak.

“Half of the Imperium is basically fone, a literal demi-god returns but there is still infighting along with people resisting his changes.” You said angrily. “A literal primarch comes back, but they still don’t listen to him. So what the EVER HOLY FUCK am I supposed to do? Ninety nine point nine percent of people of the Imperium doesn’t even know that you don’t want to be seen as a God and are literally indoctrinated so HOW!”

Still, he did not reply.

“Guide them, that was what that custodes said… why can’t they do it instead of me?”

Your hands on the railing tightened. The Emperor, the God-Emperor, Lord of Terra, Master of Mankind… a human. No doubt he was, otherwise this wouldn’t have happened. It was almost comforting, almost.

The next day, inside your office, you turned the vox-wave to the code the Inquisitor gave you and reported your findings, what little there was anyways.

“Well this was to be expected, but at least he underestimates you.”

“I’m glad, but he will find out sooner or later.”

“I don’t doubt it, all that matters is his loyalty. It seems like I’ll have to do an investigation on my own, I’ll give you a call when I need your assistance again. I bid you a goodnight.”

“You as well.”

Emperor… you need a break.

Pugio placed some parchments on your desk, with a ‘you’re not gonna like this’ face. Pugio was the normal of the three, he was skilled, but it was mostly from hard work. Unlike Tanto who had good eyes for numbers and Sgian who was quick to adapt and react.

“More work I’m afraid.”

“But?”

“It’s the report of the Splintered, they don’t seem to be stopping. The PDF and the arbites seem to ask for more equipments the one reserved for Indomitus.”

“The ceremony hasn’t even started yet and equipments are already getting reserved. Don’t tell me this is the Lord Regent’s order.”

Pugio nodded.

“Throne preserve me.” You threw your arms in the air. “How’s the ceremony going by the way?”

“That, for once, is going well. Tanto reported no issues as of the moment.”

“That’s one thing that’s not up in flames.”

You began to flip through the complaints, seeing which one you should speak with first. You saw some names of importance and made a list, first was-

>Lord Admiral of the Imperial Navy, Orsen Gilles-Duparte
>Verdun Nox, Colonel of The Lucifer Blacks

>>5594470
>>Lord Admiral of the Imperial Navy, Orsen Gilles-Duparte

>>5594470
>>Verdun Nox, Colonel of The Lucifer Blacks

>>5594470
>Verdun Nox, Colonel of The Lucifer Blacks

>>5594470
>Lord admiral

>>5594470
>>Lord Admiral of the Imperial Navy, Orsen Gilles-Duparte

>>5594522
>>5595161
>>5595438

Votes counted

Sorry guys uni stuff, update will be tomorrow

You sent a message to the Lord Admiral that you’d be more than happy to address his issues. As usual, your desk was filled with parchment and the busy bodies of your adepts. Tanto laid out the current progress of the ceremony.

“Who?”

“His name is Shield Captain Valerian.” Tanto said.

“So he’ll be the one receiving the wreath, I’m surprised.” You said with a hum. “Custodes don’t really do stuff like this. Then again, it’s the Lord Regent asking him. And an Anathema Psykana named Tanau Aleya. She’s receiving something known as the Somnus Blade.”

“It’s good that the Lord Regent is now looking out for them.” You said with a regretful tone. “I couldn’t do much for them since Haemotalion didn’t let me.”

“You did what you could.”

“I know, Tanto.” You handed back the report. “Well, carry on.”

As Tanto went for the ext, the giant double door swung open. The first face you recognized was Merelda Pereth, the new Lord High Admiral, a portly woman that had a deceptively kind face. Following her was Lord Admiral Gilles-Duparte, along with some other officers which was Arthur.

“Lord High Admiral Pereth.” You said politely. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“I’m not interrupting anything I hope?” She said jovially. “I do apologize that this has to be the first we meet.”

“Not at all, we live in unpredictable times.”

“Yes, unpredictable, like having my ships taken.”

Oh boy.

>“Yes, unpredictable. The Lord Regent is planning the Indomitus to reunite the Imperium after all.”
>“Lord High Admiral, you and I know well that this is for the good of the Imperium, Sacrifices must be made. While we sit there are Imperium worlds that needs our help.”
>“Your ships, yes, it is until the Lord Regent, Roboute Guilliman, son of the God-Emperor the Master of Mankind, has returned.”

>>5597274
>“Lord High Admiral, you and I know well that this is for the good of the Imperium, Sacrifices must be made. While we sit there are Imperium worlds that needs our help.”

>>5597274
>Yes, Unpredictable. The lord regent is planning the Indomitus.

I get you aren't HAPPY about this lady, but the indominus is the prerogative of the lord regent, and so his is the vision we will work to bring about.

>>5597274
>“Yes, unpredictable. The Lord Regent is planning the Indomitus to reunite the Imperium after all.”

>>5597274
>“Yes, unpredictable. The Lord Regent is planning the Indomitus to reunite the Imperium after all.”

>>5597274
>“Yes, unpredictable. The Lord Regent is planning the Indomitus to reunite the Imperium after all.”

>>5597729
>>5597670
>>5597554
>>5597401

Counted

“Yes, quite unpredictable.” You said sarcastically. “The Lord Regent is planning the Indomitus Crusade to reunite the Imperium after all, so I wonder where the ship has gone to.”

Pereth did not look so satisfied with that answer, but still maintained her composure. Arthur and Orsen both kept their military bearing.

“Terra needs to be defended first. You were the one who planned the defense of the remaining world after the fall of Cadia. So how can you agree with his decision?”

“Terra can’t stay in its shell forever. Most of Terra has been subdued back with minor riots. Now it’s time to be reunited, the Imperium cannot stay as it is forever. That is why I bothered to name the other half.” You said sharply. “Once the crusade makes ground, your fleet will expand. Until then, I ask for your cooperation, the Lord Regent chose you after all, the least you can do is support him like I am.”

“I suppose.” Pereth huffed. “This will make Terra’s defense weaker.”

“So are the rest of the worlds, we can at least take relief that we have the custodians.” You said.

She focused her gazed at your eyes.

“You seem to trust them quite intimately.” Pereth said.

“They are the guardians of the Emperor, of course I do.” You said with a simple shrug. “Now, is there anything else I can answer?”

“No, I think that’ll be it.” Pereth said. “Ah, I believe you had business with Amadeus, isn’t that right Commodore?”

“Y-Yes, Lord High Admiral.” Arthur said.

Arthur nodded, though from his look he didn’t seem so happy to confirm it. Your adepts continued to work.

“May we go somewhere more quiet?” Arthur said.

>Yes
>No

>>5598049
You can add write for yes and no

>>5598049
>Yes, of course. My room is right this way.

>>5598049
>Yes, it would be my pleasure

>>5598049
>Yes, right this way.

>>5598224
+1

>>5598224
>>5598752

Counted

You were a little too busy to go somewhere more quiet, but not busy enough to deny him. With a curt nod you stood up.

“While it would not be the best of place, of course, my room is this way.”

“Your… room?”

“Yes.”

It was inside your room that surprised Arthur. Rolls of parchment, both old and new, written and blank, not to mention the smell of ink. This was your place, your territory, better to be here than to be outside.

“Now, about this matter you wanted to speak.”

“Normally, I’d ask about the book and start a smaller conversation.” Arthur said with a sheepish admittance. “But I’m afraid we do not live in an era where time is luxury.”

“I suppose so, how have you been, Commodore?”

He gave you a tired smile that tried to look confident.

“Good as it can be, considering the moment.”

“That is a resonating sentiment.” You giggled out of politeness. “Is this business or?”

“Business, yes. But also pleasure if I can have your moment.”

“Business first, Commodore.”

He looked a little hurt by that.

“Of course,” Arthur quickly replied. “I’m here as a friend, if not as an acquaintance, to support you. I also believe the Indomitus Crusade should be prioritized. I just want to let you know you have my support.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m hoping that we can help one another and keep in contact.” Arthur said.

“I’ll have to think about it, Commodore.” You said neutrally.

“Of course, and if you wouldn’t mind I also heard a rumor. That you were with Colonel Nox. If you can illuminate that rumor, I’d appreciate it.” Arthur said softly.

>“He was only escorting me back to my office, there is nothing. We are colleagues, nothing more.”
>“I didn’t take you for someone who likes to gossip, Commodore.”
>“That is not your concern, Commodore. Do you not have enough duties that you partake in baseless rumors?”
>Write-in

>>5598925
>“I didn’t take you for someone who likes to gossip, Commodore.”

>>5598925
>>“I didn’t take you for someone who likes to gossip, Commodore.”
Use this opportunity to tease him relentlessly

>>5598925
>I didn't take you for a gossip.

TEASE!
but seriously, lets put a bullet in this love triangle before it becomes and actual triangle. Firstgirlism is the method for a reason!

>He has been giving me some training with the las pistol. After the invasion I found I have been lacking.

>>5598925
>>“I didn’t take you for someone who likes to gossip, Commodore.”

>>5598925
>>“I didn’t take you for someone who likes to gossip, Commodore.”
Now this is our element.

>>5599705
>>5599563
>>5599041
>>5598963

Votes counted

“Why, I didn’t take you for someone who likes to gossip, Commodore.”

“N-No it’s not that, it’s mere curiosity.” Arthur said.

“Enough to ask it in an isolated area.” You said.

“No well- yes.” Arthur fumbled. “I only wanted to know if there was something I needed to know.”

“There is nothing to be concerned about, Commodore.” You said politely. “I am however concerned you’re so fond of rumors. Perhaps I’ll send a letter if you’re so interested in my love life.”

“You tease me.” Arthur said with a tired smile. “I’ll send you a vox-link, I’ll see you soon?”

“Perhaps.”

The next day, you began to prepare to move your office. While your old office was preferable, the office of Master of Administratum held a symbol as well. Not to mention, it was a more difficult place to enter so it was less work for you. Your new office was far spacious, enough that even all your belongings still left the office with more space. In the middle of settling in, the doors opened.

“My lord.”

“Carry on,” The Lord Regent said. “No need to stop on my account.

“Is there something I can assist you with?”

“Not of the moment, I came to see how you’re fitting in your new position.”

“It’s going well.”

“Good, good, I will return later. There’s still much work to be done and unfortunately I cannot swing my sword at it.”

>“Was that a joke, my lord?”
>“Yes… I hope you don’t.”
>Politely nod
>Write-in

>>5600308
>“Was that a joke, my lord?”

hmm the commodore, guiliman, and the colonel of the Lucifer blacks...
and maybe that custodies from the library...

>>5600308

>Joke in return. Delivered innocently and with a straight face: "Far be it from me to advise you on matters of combat, my lord, but if memory serves me correctly, I understand the Codex has advice on this. From Volume 3 'Fundamentals of personal combat'... 'Personal weapons are properly employed at ranges that take their unique characteristics into account.' I think the Ingelldina Pattern power sword is considered effective at ranges of up to 1.75 meters, but the Council Hall is up to 200 meters, my lord. Perhaps a heavy bolter would be more appropriate?"

>>5600308
+1 >>5600464

>>5600464
Supporting

>>5600464
Ha, this might get a chuckle outta the guy.

>>5600464
+1

>>5600464
support

>>5600464
Counted

Sorry guys got into an accident yesterday, might be late today or tomorrow to get it done

>>5602080
How bad is it?

>>5602110
I'm fine anon, I'll get the update done today

>>5602110
but thank you for asking

You kept a straight face to his joke.

“Far be it from me to advise you on matters of combat, my lord, but if memory serves me correctly, I understand the Codex has advice on this. From Volume 32 ‘Fundamentals of personal combat’... 'Personal weapons are properly employed at ranges that take their unique characteristics into account.’ I doubt a sword is considered effective against parchments, and it will not solve the actual issues that the parchments have.”

The Lord Regent stared at you blankly.

“That is a joke, my lord.”

“Ah.” He said gladly. “Good, for moment I thought you were being serious. I thought people lost their sense of humor in this age.”

“I wish to guess, did you tell a joke to your sons?”

He nodded, you giggled in response.

“It can’t be helped, the psycho-indoctrination does not allow them to have flexible and varying expressions.” You said knowingly. “Though it does differ chapter to chapter.”

“Yes.” His tone lowered with a darker visage.

“It had to be done, my lord.”

“I’m aware, but it’s good to find someone to jest with. I will see you later this evening.”

“Yes my lord.”
The day went on as usual, and later on in the night you were summoned by the Lord Regent, along with the Inquisitor. Seeing the giant halls having few people slightly unnerved you. What was worse, was a custodian, from the armor it had to be Vychellan, but he was silent.

“My lord, custodian, Inquisitor.”

“Amadeus.” The Lord Regent said.

“Greetings.”

The custodian did not speak.

“I assume this is regarding Fadix?”

“Indeed, it seems that he was contacted by former High Lords. I believe you still have contacts at Schola Progenium.”

Your face scrunched.

“If you think I’ll send someone to the temple, you’re mistaken.”

“That is what I’m not asking, we are asking you to do it. You have influence over Schola Progenium if I recall.”

“I do, but that does not mean I have over temples.”

“You can still reduce their budget and resources. Claim it is for the Indomitus Crusade, and we will watch how he reacts.”

“This is too dangerous to gamble. The High Lords must have some kind of unity, it does not make sense to defund the assassins when tides of battle changed thanks to them! There must be another option!”

“There is not.” The inquisitor said. “Excuse me, it seems like my interrogator has some updates for me.”

The inquisitor left.

“There is another option.” The Lord Regent said. “You can read his mind.”

You flinched, then stared at the custodian.

“Vychellan?”

He nodded.

“He had to know.” Vychellan said.

“Why did you keep this from me?”

>“What was I to say, my lord? You would not have believed me. It was not my intention to deceive you, my lord”
>“I did not have the time, or did not saw the need of it. It was not my intention to deceive you, my lord.”
>Write-in

>>5602638
>“What was I to say, my lord? You would not have believed me. It was not my intention to deceive you, my lord”

>>5602638
>>“What was I to say, my lord? You would not have believed me. It was not my intention to deceive you, my lord”
damn we need to find more funds

>>5602638
For why we didn't tell him? Well obviously we are in denial but we can't say that.

>I am not a practiced. . psyker, My one and only act has been an incomplete golden shield. And Fadix is the grandmaster of the temples, he's sure to have countermeasures in place.

>>5602638
>“I did not have the time, or did not saw the need of it. It was not my intention to deceive you, my lord.”

Hey anons, sorry for the lack of frequent updates like I used to. I got few more finals and I'll be able to update twice a day or at least daily, thank you for being patient and I am not counting the votes yet.

>>5603484
That's fine

>>5602999
Supporting

>>5602999
Counted

So I was skating to class, board caught somethign and I fell on my knee. It hurts like ass, and I need to finish my research paper. So no update today guys. Thank you for understanding.

“I am not a practiced… psyker, My one and only act has been an incomplete golden shield. And Fadix is the grandmaster of the temples, he's sure to have countermeasures in place.”

“I did not mean your psychic abilities, I meant your lineage. You’re a Sigillite, it made sense when Vychellan informed me. Malcador also had no peer in knowledge and his intellect, only second by the Emperor. Not even M-” The Lord Regent paused for a brief moment. “With your raw talent and training, using your psyker ability will become an option.” the Lord Regent said.

“Yes, but who?”

“I will assign you a tutor soon.” The Lord Regent said.

“Of course,” Not ok, but not like you could say no. “Will you attend the first High Lords council?”

“No, there are other matters I need to attend to. Fadix’s allegiance is paramount to my future plans, and as are you.”

“I’m… I’m honored, my Lord Regent.”

“Learn Fadix’s allegiance, sooner the better.”
It was easier said than done. Inside your office, you pondered what was the best way to go through such a plan. The temple itself was a fortress, the entry only known to the assassins and nothing else. You could dig into their parchment trails, or send someone to infiltrate guaranteeing their death which would most likely be in vain. Fadix supported the Static Tendency, all in all a loyal servant to the Emperor.

“Wait…”

For now, you could do some preliminary work.

>Send an inquiry form on their current numbers of assassins and assassins in training, you’d compare Fadix’s number with Schola Progenium’s that disappeared, sifting through which were taken by the Inquisition and the temple would give a vague answer.
>Inquire with Ordo Sicarius, you would owe them a favor in the future but this was the best plan you can have.
>Come to the Schola Progenium yourself you knew the entire lay out, and there are certain routes that you knew even Fadix didn’t know.
>Have that Inquisitor come with you in your official visit to the temple.

>>5605399
>Send an Inquiry

>>5605399
>Come to the Schola Progenium yourself you knew the entire lay out, and there are certain routes that you knew even Fadix didn’t know

>>5605399
>>Send an inquiry form on their current numbers of assassins and assassins in training, you’d compare Fadix’s number with Schola Progenium’s that disappeared, sifting through which were taken by the Inquisition and the temple would give a vague answer.

>>5606423
>>5605662

Counted

You sent an inquiry form on their current numbers of assassins and assassins in training, you’d compare Fadix’s number with Schola Progenium’s that disappeared, sifting through which were taken by the Inquisition and the temple would give a vague answer.

The numbers arrived in two days, and when you asked for the Inquisition’s new numbers of recruits, it wasn’t exactly an accurate number from the Inquisition as their own Ordos didn’t exactly work together. You could have asked the Inquisitorial Representative, but they were just that, a representative.

You shifted through the parchment of older reports. The rate of disappearance on Schola Progenium and Inquisition recruits over the past fifty years gave you a good estimate of what they got today. You used the same method for the temple.

As for the current assassins, you went through the amount of High Lords approval on assassin deployments and compared with the death reports. Of course, it wasn’t that easy. Then, you searched through the Administration records. The thing about Administratum is that you can find just about any information, if you knew where to look. Footnotes and tabs led you to other parchments, and so on, a seemingly infinite chain of references. All you had to do was piece together any relevant information that referenced the temple.

This would later be the foundation of numbers and records you’d make comparison to later. If Fadix over-reported or under-reported the assassins numbers, you’d know. If the Lord Regent had his doubts, then it made sense you would as well.

“About three hundred thousand recruits, sixteen active assassins, twenty three on the verge of completion blah blah blah.” You yawned.

The numbers made sense, for now. Ugh, look at all the piles you need to have your adepts put back now, it’s making such a mess. On the bright side, your new office was large enough to just stuff these parchments in some corner.

“My lord.” Pugio said.

“Hmm? Let me guess, the Chancellor?”

“Yes, she is asking the High Lords to attend the High Lords Council. She wishes to see you.”

“While Terra is still unstable. I have other work to do.”

“Well, she’ll pursue you as usual. There is another issue.” Pugio said. “The Splintered are still an issue.”

“I’ve read the reports.” You said with a nod. “They’re skittering like damn bugs, and the astartes hunting them down might do good and bad. Just how are they still surviving?”

“They have weapons and supplies that seem to be endless. Even vehicles. The astartes are giving pursuit, but there is little progress.” Pugio said.

>Continue to look into the Officio Assassinorum and Fadix, this was your task
>Look into the Splintered a little more, something did not feel right
>Contact the astartes to see their progress of the Splintered
>Call Jek and get it over with

>>5607914
>Look into the splintered a little more

>>5607914
>>Contact the astartes to see their progress of the Splintered

>>5607914
>Look into the Splintered a little more, something did not feel right

inform the astartes that are facing them of any meaningful discoveries we find that may help them

>>5607914
>>Look into the Splintered a little more, something did not feel right

>>5607914
>>Look into the Splintered a little more, something did not feel right

>>5607914
>Look into the Splintered a little more, something did not feel right

>>5608917
>>5608909
>>5608804
>>5608480
>>5607962

Counted, update will be tomorrow

Admittedly, the Splintered was a small issue for you. How could it not be? With a silly name composed of just rabble rousers you assumed they would be eliminated within a week or two. They still remained as they are, a small prickly thorn that somehow regrows back.

“Pugio, do me a favor and look for every reports on them. In data slate form or parchments, I want lots of it as possible.”

“At once, my lord. Also, Tanto reports that the ceremony is going well without an issue.”

“Good, good. Now the reports?”

“On it my lord.”

Another day in the office… There was much to think about. Fadix, Terra, Indomitus. Your life was so simple back then, you could even call it a leisure. Pugio eventually returned to with your request, a pulley full of data slates and parchments. You expected more but it was load that you could handle. You had much bigger piles than that before. You read through the reports.

As expected, they were able to consolidate quickly. Their weapons were of good quality and so was their armor. Vehicles, manpower, training… These weren’t just civilians. It couldn’t be. One thing was obvious, they weren’t mere rioters or rebels, someone or a group was supporting them. People who obviously wanted the new regime to topple down, that was a lot of people to go through. It wasn't information to spread, not to the astartes or the custodians. Emperor knows what’ll happen if you mention an enemy within, especially now.

“My lord.” Pugio said. “I believe it’s time to retire.”

“Oh, it is getting late. It’s a shame I don’t have a room to sleep in here.”

“Well, you do get a home within the Imperial Palace and you haven’t visited it yet. Perhaps now’s the time?”

You slumped in your seat.

“It’s still far from where I am. I think I’ll just…”

>“Why not?”
>“Fetch me a blanket and a mattress will you? I can just sleep behind the desk.”

>>5610135
>>“Why not?”

>>5610135
>“Why not?”

>>5610135
>>“Why not?”
Might be interesting

>>5610135
>“Why not?”

>>5610135
>“Why not?”

>>5611855
>>5611435
>>5610412
>>5610282
>>5610218

Counted

>>5611888
You dropped your trip

>>5612485
Naisu

“Why not?”

You let out a sigh of yawn and stretched your arms in the air. Fatigue piled on your shoulders, something you’ll have to bear until you had to go home.

“There’s no urgent work I assume?”

“No, my lord.”

“Good, then call one of the guardsmen and order an escort. I will be retiring for the day.”

Pugio went over to open the door, and before you could you saw an unexpected face. Mar Av Ashariel, The Lord Commander Militant. An old man with wrinkles upon wrinkles on his face, his constant scowl made him look like a scrunched up leather.

“Ashrariel, and Colonel Nox. I’m afraid I will be retiring for the night.”

“I see.” Ashariel said. “I was around the area, thought it would be a good opportunity.”

“Of course, but I’ll ask you to send a message first. Even to you, my esteemed colleague, need an advanced notice. I am quite busy you see.” You said politely.

“Yes, following the Lord Regent’s every step must be exhausting.”

You did not bite into the bait.

“Quite.”

“Come, Colonel, we will visit another-”

“My lord.” Nox said. “There is a matter that I need to discuss with High Lord Amadeus.”

His faced scrunched up slightly more.

“You did not tell me this, why?”

“I just remembered it, I apologize.”

He looked at Nox, then to you, then back to him.

“I see. Take your time then.”

Ashrariel soon left.

“May I have a moment of your time, my lord?”

>“Colonel, I believe I said I am retiring for the night.”
>“Very well, in my office then?”
>“Then we can talk at my home. I'm tired and I wish to go home as soon as possible.”
>Write-in

>>5612485
Oh you meant the name and not the trip on the post number kek

>>5612869
>“Then we can talk at my home. I'm tired and I wish to go home as soon as possible.”

>>5612869
>We may speak as we walk home

>>5612869
>“Then we can talk at my home. I'm tired and I wish to go home as soon as possible.”

>>5612869
>“Then we can talk at my home. I'm tired and I wish to go home as soon as possible.”
At home or on the way home

>>5613894
>>5613650
>>5612891

Counted

“Then we can talk at my home. I'm tired and I wish to go home as soon as possible.”

“But that would be-”

“Rumor will occur when you walk with me, Colonel. There is no need for concern.”

You walked beside Nox, who was like a giant standing next to you. A solid height, perhaps taller than the average Cadian, maybe even two thirds tall as a short Ogryn. Her certainly has the muscles for it. Throne, when was the last time you had the time to fantasize like that?

Your astropaths, still not replaced. Your scions, gone to the Emperor knows where. Testatus… oh Testatus. A glimpse of her wasn’t enough. Setheno… You wished to go back in time for a simpler time. When you were he undersecretary, when you could complain to Testatus, drink and eat without worry. The Lord Regent returning, the Imperium Nihilus, Fadix, this was far out of your capabilities. And the Sigillites, a title and blood relation you did not want, and power you did not ask for.

“Are you alright?”

You were at the High Spire entrance, it has certainly been a long time since you were here. The last time was after the battle at the Lion’s gate.

“I’m fine.”

Your official home was like a wide pasture, almost empty save for the bare essentials. Golden pillars, a large window to see the pilgrims and the hive, it was a luxury at its finest. Your room was bare, down to only the essential items, it was almost monastic by the look of it if not for the golden bed frames with skulls. You were at the living room, sitting on the sofa with Nox sitting across.

“I’m afraid I don’t have any refreshments to give, I rarely come here you see. Servitors come here once a day to clean it thankfully.”

“I can tell.” He said dully. “My lord…”

A part of you hoped he confessed his passionate love, ripping his shirt and flex his muscles.

“I used to be in charge of the Lord Commander’s security, I managed to eavesdrop and discovered he had been meeting with the Lord High Admiral. They have been gathering resources, for what I do not know what but it has been from the gathering forces of the Indomitus Crusade.”

Of course…

Your hand held vox rang, the contact code was Arthur. Out of all times…

>(ignore the call) “And you have it recorded? Whether or not their intentions are treasonous I need confirmation.”
>(ignore the call) “It could have been for security for Terra, this is a heavy accusation, Colonel.”
>Take the call, (write-in)
>Ignore the call, (write-in)

>>5614256
>>Take the call, (write-in)
A moment, Colonel. This could be important. Go somewhere like the balcony.

>>5614436
>support

>>5614436
+1
And don't forget to say please

>>5614972
>>5614565
>>5614436
Counted

“Oh I do apologize. This is important. A moment please, Colonel. This could be important.”

You briskly walk to your room and turn on the vox.

“I pray this is important, Commodore.”

“It is. Are you alone?” He whispered.
“Commodore, please just tell me what you want to tell me.”

“The Lord Commander Militant intends to betray the Lord Regent once he leaves for the Indomitus Crusade. He was offering a deal to the Lord High Admiral. I don’t have any evidence yet but you must not trust anyone here that is part of his retinue do you understand?”

“And the Lord High Admiral?”

“I was there, she said she’ll consider it but made it clear she did not intend to.” Arthur said.

“Even so, evidence is-”

“Damn it woman for once don’t play court intrigue and take my words!” He shouted. “I must go, don’t trust them!”

There was a knock on your door.

“Is everything alright, my lord?” Nox said.

“Ah… yes, yes I am.”

You placed back the vox and returned back to your pocket and returned.

“You look worried. Did something happen?”

“Oh it’s Tanto.” You lied as you breathed. “Just some issues with the ceremony planning. Some officers in the navy are demanding that he be in the front.”

“I can speak to that officer if you’d like.” Nox offered.

“I’m a High Lord now, Colonel. I’ll do it myself. Though I thank you for the offer.” You cleared your throat. “As I have said. I require evidence. They are my colleagues, I cannot fight them on equal grounds.”

“Then I will-”

The lights in your room stopped working. Basked in total darkness, something made your heart beat faster. Something, or someone was in your home. Nox stayed still, but you saw his hand move. Then you saw it, a silhouette behind Nox. In seconds, Nox snapped into action. He turned back and fired his bolt pistol. In the brief light, you saw the intruder, an assassin, clad in leather, but it did not bear the signs of an Officio Assassinorum assassin. It was a Death Cult assassin. You weren’t sure if it was worse or better.

End of Thread 4

>>5615622
Damn it woman, why are you not trained to use the psychic powers you have to notice this crap!

>Looks at the towering skyscrapers of daily paperwork

DAMN YOU IMPERIAL TAX FORMS

>>5615622
Has the coup started?

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