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>>5869199
>Get some adepts to clean your office

>>5869199
>Contact Haemotalion

>>5869199
>Get some adepts to clean your office
Welcome back

>>5869387
>>5869230

Counted

First thing first. The clutter needs to be fixed. You turn on your vox and relay the code for adepts to your office. Ten minutes later, the adepts arrived. Five young adepts, all wearing the administratum robe with cleaning supplies in their hands. They all appeared ragged, with sunken eyes with slumped shoulders. They look too tired. Not from menial work but from laborious kind.

“Gather the clutter first and put the parchments in that corner over there. After that dust the floor and the bookshelves. Get to it.”

The adepts quickly went to work. Like any good officer of the Adeptus Terra, you watched them do it. They worked in silence and efficiently. You began to clean your desk thoroughly. Your drawers contained little of importance, maybe few parchments that you thought you needed. You found a data slate containing exploits of Cipahas Cain, along with some of his photos. You sigh with admiration. How can one man be so dangerously handsome?

A Hero of The Imperium indeed.

Oh look, more data slates. Ah yes, these were your clippings of Ciaphas Cain’s exploits too, when he was fighting with Catachan II: Green Devils. The look on their muscles… my my. You close the data slates and put them in one drawer and throw out the rest of the parchments to be recycled. Resting on your chair, a long yawn escaped you. Fifteen minutes later, the job was done.

“Looks good, dismissed adepts.”

It was then your vox rang.

“This is Undersecretary Amadeus, how can I—”

“My office. Now.”

It was Haemotalion, and he didn’t sound amiable. Inside his office you see him with the same cold gaze.

“I am unsatisfied, Alethia. Do you know why I am?”
>“My subordinates failed to handle the refugee issues.”
>“I failed to greet you as soon as I could.”
>Write-In

>>5869626
>“My subordinates failed to handle the refugee issues.”

>>5869626
>“My subordinates failed to handle the refugee issues.”

>>5869626
>“I failed to greet you as soon as I could.”

>>5869626
>“My subordinates failed to handle the refugee issues.”

>>5869689
>>5869655
>>5870119
counted

“My subordinates failed to handle the refugee issues.”

You said quietly. As Haemotalion approached closer you heard the tiny ‘clicks’ that followed every time he walked the small gold ornaments that he adorned himself didn’t hide his withering face with signs of years of rejuvenation treatment. His elevating shoes, the cloth that spreads out, and his eye-distracting ornaments make him look bigger than he is. Not that he isn’t a person of a small position. Haemotalion touched his ring momentarily then raised the back of his hand.

WHAP

The force first rings your head a small bit, then the pain stings your cheek. Ah yes, it seemed that you answered incorrectly. You never knew why he had to slap you every time you got an answer wrong. It's not like you’re afraid of it now, but that didn’t help the pain or your hatred towards him.

“It is your fault that you failed to choose the right subordinates,” Haemotalion said with a hiss at the end. “Why did you not report to me as soon as you regained your consciousness?”

He’s mad about that?

“I did not have the means to—”

Haemotalion shoved his finger against your chest and pushed it. You stumble back.

“The Imperium, Holy Terra is in a state of panic now that Cadia’s destruction is confirmed and the very structure of power is subject to reconstruction. Your excuse is you didn’t have a vox?”

“N—No, my lord.”

“Then what?”

“I have no excuses, my lord.”

“That’s right, you don’t. Foolish child. Some undersecretary you are.”

>Apologize to him
>Ask for orders
>Keep quiet
>Write-in

>>5870328
>>Apologize to him
One day he'll pay

>>5870328
>Ask for orders

>>5870328
>Ask for orders

>>5870328
>Ask for orders

>>5870989
>>5870460
>>5870442

Counted

“How may I rectify my mistakes, my lord?”

“See that the refugee issue is corrected. It’s bad enough the masses are now hearing the news, I don’t need the refugees striking more fear into them. I will have your authority placed into that matter.”

You bow. “Yes my lord.”

“Then see to it.”

Inside your office, neither Sigian and Pugio had yet to return as was Tanto. The refugees at the moment were about two million, not a bad number in terms of handling. The feral world was Sparta was big enough to contain the refugees there, the only issue being it lacked housing. Meaning a large ships would be their home. You dial your long range vox and call it in.

“Identification please.” A static voice said.

“Alethia Altair Amadeus, Undersecretary of The Administratum, code Vermillion-Prioris.”

“Accepted.”

A minute later, a different voice answered.

“Undersecretary,” Mangos Song said. “To what business have you contacted me?”

“I am in need of your assistance again. A long term project of urbanizing a feral world.”

“Your project becomes grander, Undersecretary. This will require lots of resources and time, time that I am certain you do not have unless you embrace the Omnissiah.”

“My body is too frail for even that, Magos. That is not why I contacted you either.”

“I cannot assist you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and grit out a quiet sigh.

“I see. May I ask why?”

“The Archmagos requires all of his followers for the new effort he is heading. If you can convince the merit of your cause then we will act.”

“Where can I find the Archmagos?”

“He is in Terra and should not be hard to find. He should be with the Lord Regent as they are working together. There are projects that require my attention, goodbye.”

The Lord Regent? Who? The call ended there. You scratched your head at the title, you never heard of this in the Administratum but in history… Was the Magos incorrect or made a wrong translation?

“Madame!” Pugio exclaimed. “I heard you returned, I tried to return soon as possible.”

“It’s alright, I know you have your own responsibility. Tell me, who is this Lord Regent?”

Pugio blinked. “Did Tanto not tell you?”

“No… but that title is only mentioned a few times in history. Did I miss something important?”

Pugio laughed nervously. “You might want to brace yourself, madame.”

And brace you did… it seemed that you missed a lot in few days you were gone.

“Madame, are you alright?”

“Do you think I’m alright?”

“N—No.”

On one hand, you were no High Lord meaning you did not have to greet him. Haemotalion already have after all, you were his subordinate. On the other hand… if you need to speak with the Archmagos you would definitely see him if what Magos Sam-Song said is true. One thing was for sure, you were going to tear into Tanto once she got here.

>Wait for all of your subordinate to arrive then send them all to give the Lord Regent a letter of introduction so you can meet him later to properly introduce yourself.
>Don’t act, you’re under Haemotalion so it’s not exactly necessary. This can be seen as stepping over lines to Haemotalion too…
>Don’t act, you’re under Haemotalion so it’s not exactly necessary. Try to contact Archmagos Cawl instead. If the Lord Regent need you, then he will call for you.

>>5871572
>Don’t act, you’re under Haemotalion so it’s not exactly necessary. Try to contact Archmagos Cawl instead. If the Lord Regent need you, then he will call for you.

>>5871572
>Don’t act, you’re under Haemotalion so it’s not exactly necessary. Try to contact Archmagos Cawl instead. If the Lord Regent need you, then he will call for you.

>>5871572
>Wait for all of your subordinate to arrive then send them all to give the Lord Regent a letter of introduction so you can meet him later to properly introduce yourself.

>>5871572
>Don’t act, you’re under Haemotalion so it’s not exactly necessary. Try to contact Archmagos Cawl instead. If the Lord Regent need you, then he will call for you.

>>5872176
>>5871993
>>5871856

Counted

Don’t act, you’re under Haemotalion so it’s not exactly necessary. Try to contact Archmagos Cawl instead. If the Lord Regent needs you, then he will call for you. Acting without Haemotalion’s order isn’t the best idea, especially not how much he’s stressed. The last thing you want to do is anger him more, or worse, have him suspect you of mutiny. No, you were better off not acting. You lean back in your chair, staring up at the ceiling with too many thoughts in your mind.

“I’m back Madame!”

You see Tanto’s cheerful demeanor, and some crumbs on her face. The little thing must’ve gotten some ration dessert bar from the Cadians, the news of a new home would have made them happier, or she saved some for herself… You smile as sweetly as possible, like a hunter in a forest.

“Welcome back, what news do you have?”

“General Maximus Octavian Grüber the Third will send Lord Castellan Ursula J. Creed to discuss further.”

“What did they think of Sparta?”

“They are unsure of the terrain but are satisfied at the moment.”

“Good… Good.” You remain calm as possible. “So. Tanto. Are there any other news I should know about?”

Tanto pressed her lips in deep ponderance, as if you asked the meaning of life. She shook her head.

“No, madame.”

Pugio harrumphed. “Did you tell her about The Lord Regent?”

“The Lor—” Tanto gasped. “Oh right! I forgot about that.”

You stand from your seat and fight the urge to throw a cup at her face.

“You forgot that a SON of the GOD-EMPEROR the PRIMARCH of the ULTRAMARINES, returned to Terra from the brink of death from Cadia. Is that what you’re telling me?”

Tanto paled and quickly hid behind Pugio. “N—No excuses ma’am…”

“No excuses? NO EXCUSES?”

“Tanto Takagaki HOW in the FETHING WARP did you FETHING FORGET THAT A PRIMARCH A BLOODY PRIMARCH RETURNED? DO YOU HAVE TO MANUALLY PUSH YOUR LUNGS TO BREATHE BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST THAT STUPID?”

“No excuses ma’am…”

“Throne On Terra Tanto!” You finally shout one more time. “Ugh… my head.”

“Also, madam, Anna-Murza Jek requests your audience as well. Sigian also told me to pass a message that three astartes of Black Templars, the Imperial Fists, and the Space Wolves require your presence, each stating how important it it.

“Lovely…”

>Meet Jek
>Meet with (choose chapter: Black Templars, Imperial Fists, Space Wolves)
>Try to have all three at once
>None, keep your schedule open for the Lord Castellan

>>5873848
>Meet Jek

>>5873848
>Try to have all three at once

>>5873848
>Try to have all three at once

>>5875512
>>5873969

Oh no.

Also, happy hollidays, hope you all had a good Christmas

The Black Templars, you knew them most and even met one during your trips to Cardinal Worlds. They were dour astartes, more than others. Then there were the Imperial Fists chapter, anyone important knew how much of their successor chapters defend the Imperial worlds. Then the Space Wolves… they were warriors through and through, with a tense relationship between the Inquisition and the Adepta Sororitas by extension. Some sisters could not abide calling the God-Emperor ‘All-Father’.

Inside an empty room, you wait for the arrivals of Castellan Talissius, Wolf Priest Karl, and Captain Harn. While astartes are angels, you never saw them that way. Perhaps it was due to your position or your acclimation to Terra’s high society, they seemed more like soldiers than the Angels of Death, a rather exaggerated title. Not that you would say it unless you wanted the Commissar’s Treatment. You hear the heavy footsteps of the ceramite power armor. The Captain aimed his dull glaze at you.

“Child, where is the Undersecretary?”

“That would be me.” You say politely. “Captain Harn I presume?”

“I see. Then I will be brief—”

You raise your hand. “Captain, I am still waiting for the representatives of the Space Wolves and the Black Templars. I will ask you to wait.”

He squinted his eyes. “My matters are of great importance.”

Captain Harn was a bald astartes, with a square jaw and hardened eyes on a rigid frown on his face. A scar ran from his left eye brow down to the right side of his lips.

“Yes, however, you are not the only astartes with important matters and I have other issues that I must tend to. Please, either you will wait or speak to me another time.” You said icily. “I will remind you that I am no mere adept or guardsman.”

The captain’s hardened visage did not change. He sat down in the reinforced chair. You seriously need to get a bigger chair or have them sit somewhere lower. Another footstep… and chains jingling. You see the door open and a Black Templar enter.

“What is the meaning of this?” Castellan Talissius said.

You curve your lip in a small smile.

“Ah welcome, Castellan. I am Undersecretary Amadeus. Please, take a seat we are waiting for one more distinguished guest to discuss the situations that each of you have.”

The Captain and The Castellan share a glance. Castellan Talissius took a seat next to the Captain. He wore his helmet unlike the Captain with a chain on his left arm. Then you waited in silence for the new ten minutes or so. Another footstep, must be the Wolf Priest. The astartes drenched in auburn hair entered the room.

“Lass, where’s th’ Undrsectry?” Wolf Priest said with a thick Fenrisian accent.

“That’d be me.”

“Yer so young, a whelp!”

You sense no insult in his statement. “Thank you for acknowledging that… Please take a seat and we can begin.”

With the final astartes arriving, you were given their situation. Though the Wolf Priest’s issue was the guardsmen who lost their home but also some inquisitors snooping their noses into Space Wolves’ business which you have no power to change. The Imperial Fist and the Black Templar however…

“The Phalanx must be repaired to defend Terra.”

“We must give chase to the remaining forces of Abaddon. My fleet takes priority.”

Their concerns were not in your power to decide. Sure, you can assign adepts but not the tech priests.

“My lords, I have no power in this regard. Why have you come to me for this?”

“I was directed to you regarding the supplies required for the effort.” Captain Harn said.

“As was I.” Castellan Talissius said.

“Aye, same fer me.” Wolf Priest Karl said.

“And who was this?”

“Anna Murza Jek.” Captain Harn said.

Lovely. Dumping the responsibility on to you… You can help both but one will get more since supplies needs to be rationed more than ever. But who?

>Don’t support either yet
>Support Captain Harn
>Support Castellan Talissi

>>5876341
>>Support Captain Harn

>>5876341
>Don’t support either yet

>>5876341
>Support Captain Harn

>>5876341
>Support Castellan Talissi

>>5876341
>Don’t support either yet
We don't know the circumstances

I'll need a tie-breaker here fellas

>>5878866
>Don’t support either yet

>>5878943
>>5878613
>>5877581

Counted

“I thank you for your time to let me know of the concerns. I will deliberate the decision soon.”

Neither of the sons of Rogal Dorn made any change in their visage, except for the slight narrowing of their brows. You put your fingertips together and rest your elbows on the table. Throne, your neck hurts looking up at them.

“You cannot make that decision now?” Castellan Talissius said.

“I have other matters to consider. For one, Cadia’s new world. The refugees, the manpower lost from Cadia and the usual on goings of the Administratum.”

“I thought the Lord Commander was dealing with that.” Captain Harn said.

“Yes, and if I cannot give you the immediate attention needed I suggest you speak with the Lord Commander. I am the undersecretary of Highlord Haemotalion. I do the work of the Administratum.”

“That’s rather vague, Undersecretary.” Captain Harn said.

“Such is the nature of my duty. Not all of us can wield bolters and swords, after all.”

Back at your office, you continued to work on anything that would come across your table. Supplies of immense quantity, tithes, anything that would stop that Administartum from functioning. All that was left was to speak with Lord Castellan Creed. Cadia’s culture must be preserved. Now, to speak with the Archmagos. You input your authority code in the long range vox.

“Magos Sam-Song.”

“This is Satine Song.”

“Ah, are you with the Magos?”

“Yes, he is tending to— I am speaking with the Undersecretary, as you wish Magos.” There was a pause.

“Undersecretary. I am busy.” Mangos Sam-Song said.

“Magos.” You curtly reply. “I was hoping you can arrange a meeting between the Archmagos Cawl and I. There are developing required and I was hoping to get his support before proceeding.” You twirl the cord of your vox idly. “If you can arrange a meeting between him and I, this would be most helpful.”

“Very well, I will inform him.” You end the call. “Sigian, fetch me some parchment, fresh quill and inkwell.”

“Yes madame.”

You didn’t know much about Belisarius Cawl, except that he was the most radical techpriest bordering on tech heresy. If he’s at the Lord Commander’s side, he must’ve been good. Having his support in rebuilding Cadia would be monumental. Only thing you can do is now is to convince him. Your long range vox rang, the code was unknown.

“Undersecretary Amadeus. I am Belisarius Cawl.”

A pulse of dread rush through your heart. “Archmagos Dominus, or shall I refer you to as Dominatus Dominus?”

“Either will suffice.” Cawl’s filtered voice huskily said. “What do you want?”

“I need your help revitalizing Cadia. Their cultural significance and manpower must be kept alive, to have them drift in space does no justice to their years of service and sacrifice. I only wish to offer it should they need it. Sparta is also close to Terra within Segmentum Solar.”

There was a heavy pause.

“Meet me tomorrow at Lord Commander’s palace at 1300. His escorts will bring you.”

“Wait the where—”

The call ended.

Is he implying— No, can’t be. Feth!

A knock. Pugio came to the door and took whatever the courier gave him.

“A message, madame. From Lord Castellan.”

You read the letter.

Undersecretary Amadeus

I, and all of Cadians are thankful for your offer. I will have time at 1300. I look forward to speaking with you.

Lord Castellan, Ursula J. Creed.

Feth.

>Try for a different time with the Lord Castellan
>Try for a different time with the Archmagos Cawl
>Tell Lord Castellan that she can come with you, might as well speak to her after or with the Archmagos
>Write-in

>>5879610
>>Tell Lord Castellan that she can come with you, might as well speak to her after or with the Archmagos

>>5879610
>Tell Lord Castellan that she can come with you, might as well speak to her after or with the Archmagos

>>5879610
>Tell Lord Castellan that she can come with you, might as well speak to her after or with the Archmagos

>>5879610
>Tell Lord Castellan that she can come with you, might as well speak to her after or with the Archmagos

>>5881064
>>5880776
>>5880558
>>5880280

Counted

The next day, you did work as usual, eagerly waiting till 1300. At the exact moment, you hear the knock on the door. You motioned Pugio to allow the guest to enter.

“Lord Castellan, madame.”

“Let her in.”

Ursula J. Castellan, like the late Lord Castellan her visage was hard as ceramite in a fixed frown, a signature look of any Cadian guardsman. Even in a crisis, she carried herself as any officers of the Astra Militarum should have. Her coat flowed behind her quick yet firm steps, the boots made a clack sound against the floor. You stand up from your seat and take her extended hand.

“Lord Castellan, an honor.”

“The honor is all mine.” Her voice was husky, she could easily pass for canonness. “To hold a position as high as this at a young age, with no nepotism. It’s impressive.”

“I’m just fortunate is all. Please, we’ll have our discussion at the Lord Commander’s palace.”

You see her raise a single eyebrow.

“Your thoughts are important. However , without the Mechanicus’s assistance in taming the feral world, there will not be any work done. I will be meeting the Archmagos there.”

“At the Lord Commander’s palace?”

You nodded. “That was his term. I apologize, but this was the only time I could speak with you and with the Archmagos. I’m certain you can speak with him as well. Have you?”

“We have. Very well, let us go.”

You step out of the escort vehicle at the Palatine Core, you can walk the rest of the way there. Like the hives, spires and buildings choked the sky. Custodians roamed the grounds, ever so vigilant and mechanic. Pristine elegance touched every corner of the building, down to the window panes. For the first time, fear gripped your heart. No doubt the Lord Commander would be there, a living Primarch, a demi-god, a son of the God-Emperor… You approach the gate, guarded by two Ultramarine astartes.

“Identify yourself.”

“I am Undersecretary Amadeus, Acting-Mistress of Departmento Munitorum. I am here to speak with Archmagos Belisarius Cawl.”

“I am Lord Castellan Creed.”

The astartes parted.

The hall itself was not what you imagined. Decadent for sure, you saw red sash in the ceiling along with white pillars, mixed tastefully with the gold interior of the palace. Red carpet gave life to the dull white floor with statues of what you guess were founders of Macragge. Your eyes dart around to take the interior design, so masterful and rich yet not too gaudy. You wondered who did such work.

“You are nervous.” Lord Castellan said.

“I am not.”

She did not say more. You? Nervous? Preposterous. At the main hall, you see the walking machine draped in red. A tall multi-limbed… human. Emperor, he looks absolutely bizarre.

“Undersecretary.”

“Archmagos. May I introduce you to Lord Castellan Creed?”

“We have met.” The Archamgos said. “Come. I do not have much time to spare.”

You follow the Archmagos through the palace, one of the route being cross ing the Lord Commander. It was hard to look away… but why was he staring at you? Oh feth oh feth he’s coming this way.

“Halt.”

The Lord Commander approached your party.

>Give the sign of aquila
>Bow the traditional noble way
>Bow curtly, and give the greeting of the day

>>5882232
>Give the sign of aquila

>>5882232
>Bow the traditional noble way

>>5882232
>>Give the sign of aquila

>>5882232
>Give the sign of aquila

>>5883393
>>5882687
>>5882261

Cunted

The Aquila, the pride of all Imperium. Left hand over your right hand on your chest, thumbs parted. Then, a bow from the hips, not too deep but enough to have the sign visible. It was then you noticed a familiar face, Sister Asurma. You end your bow and wait for whatever the Archmagos and the Lord Commander has to talk about.

“Undersecretary Amadeus, correct?”

Alright, maybe not with the Archmagos. His voice was more normal than you thought, and sounded like a human. You expected a thrum or some grand voice. Alright, maybe not with the Archmagos.

“Yes my lord.”

“Do you have a moment to spare?”

As if you can say no to the Lord Commander.

“If it’s your command.”

“Very well.”

Past the main hall and into his administration chamber, your office would be a closet compared to his chamber size. Unlike your drab interior that lacked gold, his chamber had the right amount. Decadent, but not gaudy. Modest, yet so luxurious. You’ve never seen this many astartes in one place, custodes too. The Lord Commander sat on his throne, his desk towered over you. You took a few steps back just to see his face. The door behind you closed with a heavy click.

“Alethia Altair Amadeus. This is not your real name is it?”

This wasn’t worrying at all. Astartes armed with bolters, and custodians, against you.

“N—No, my lord.”

“What is your real name?”

What an odd question. The Lord Commander’s unwavering yet tired looking eyes set its gaze to you. The ornamental armor shined brilliantly under the chandelier above, the astartes stood at attention.

“I don’t know my lord. I was dropped at the Schola Progenium here on Terra.”

“You don’t find that strange? Did you never question who dropped you at the steps of Schola Progenium? None can enter so easily.”

>“I never questioned it. I saw no benefit from it, my lord”
>“My past never mattered to me, only the future does, my lord.”
>“It must not have been important if I’m still here, my lord.”
>Write-in

>>5883859
>“I never questioned it. I saw no benefit from it, my lord”

>>5883859
>“My past never mattered to me, only the future does, my lord.”

>>5883859
>“My past never mattered to me, only the future does, my lord.”

>>5883859
>“My past never mattered to me, only the future does, my lord.”

>>5884929
>>5884551
>>5884471

Counted

“My past never mattered to me, only the future does, my lord. Sometimes the past can be a curse or a boone. I was blessed by the God-Emperor to have a fortunate life and it is appropriate that I devote myself to the future of the Imperium. The future matters more.”

His face is frozen, permanently tightened to a grimace. You swore the frown tugged just a bit more for some reason.

“And the present?”

“Equally, my lord.”

You hear nothing in the room, but only feel the pressure from the Lord Commander, Roboute Guilliman. Even as you are standing now, if this was all a dream you would not have questioned it. You see him stand, him and the armor that encased him, a beautiful power armor of blue and gold, masterfully crafted by an ancient tech-priest no doubt. You wonder how that powerfist moved so gracefully after all these millenia.

“Only the future matters you say, continue to look far and you will crash into the obstacles of the present. The past is what makes who you are now, never cast that away.”

You see a heavy gaze directed at the ceiling, a mournful pair of eyes that must have seen the worst of humanity. He was there, from the beginning to the end.

“Y—Yes my lord.”

“Follow me.”

The Lord Commander walked toward the door, his honor guard followed him. It was you surrounded by the angels of death.

“I hear you were raised in Schola Progenium.”

“Yes, my lord.”

You enter a chamber and the first thing you notice is the gargantuan bed, fit for a primarch or thirty tall adepts. Then were his bookshelves, most likely either history or records of an ancient past. What would it be like reading history when you were history itself? Then was his desk, with so little furniture in his room the space seemed like a waste. He could put some statues or tasteful carpet somewhere. This… this was his personal chambers.

“Is something the matter?”

>“Nothing my lord, I never imagined your room to be so austere.”
>“You could use some furniture, my lord.”
>“No, my lord.”
>Write-in

>>5885337
>>“You could use some furniture, my lord.”

>>5885337
>“Nothing my lord, I never imagined your room to be so austere.”

>>5885337
>“Nothing my lord, I never imagined your room to be so austere.”

>>5885477
>>5885444
Cccccchecked

Counted

“Nothing my lord, I never imagined your room to be so austere.”

He did not blink, but aimed his blue eyes at you, like twin plasma cannons. His armor of ceramite and gold engravings shined brilliantly. You could never get used to how large they are. Astartes, guardsmen, most of the time you were the shortest person. Even that old coot Haemotalion was taller than you.

“Why is that?”

“Well… the interiors of Macragge and many officials have an air of abundant elegance. Not ostentatious, it’s a modesty that reflects the prideful history. I'd thought it'd be the same.” You said carefully.

“You studied Macragge’s history.” The Lord Commander said.

“Not completely, I learned history back at the Schola.”

He perused over his bookshelves that was tall as he was. You wondered how many of them were priceless artifacts. He picked the books and placed them on his giant desk.
“The room is austere because I do not need them. I’m content with how it is.”

A room so barren? It’s like living in an office!

“How is your room like?”

“Not different, my lord.”

“How so?”

Your home was a place to sleep, you were sure you spent more time in the office than in your actual room. Seeing how you have a small set up to sleep in your office if it is necessary.

“I only sleep there, I never saw it as a good use of my time to decorate it. I have a servitor… I think.”

“I see. Take these books with you and come back to me.”

“Books?”

“In time, I will need someone to act in my stead. Perhaps it will be you or someone else, but anyone in a position as you are in, needs to be more read. Return to me when you have finished them.”

Well, that’s about ten books, doesn’t so bad.

“It will be done, my lord. And the matters of Cadia?”

“They will contact you when necessary. Take the rest of the night off, you’ve done well.”

Read them now, is what he was saying between the lines. Well, you have the night off you might as well.

“You are most magnanimous, my lord.”

At the entrance of the Lord Commander’s palace, a platoon of Cadian soldiers stood at attention. The officer at the center saluted, holding his saber high with the handle leveled at his chin.

“At ease, guardsmen. Is there something I can help you with?”

The officer snapped to an about face, and gave the order. The platoon snapped into a different position. The officer turned around.

“I am Captain Dumont, I have been assigned to escort you as long as the Second Cadian Regiment is here.”

“And the Lucifer Blacks?”

“Here.”

You see the black armored men arrive. While they did not guard you always, they took time to ensure your safety at times. Not that you minded, they were the elite of the elite, though every famed regiments called themselves the elite.

“I was informed by High Lord Haemotalion to escort you back, madame.”

Huh… Haemotalion didn’t want you to have any friends, even if Cadia’s gone their influence is still strong after all. Having connections outside of his influence would concern him, but it made no sense, Cadians should not be that far of a reach for him. This comes down to two choices.

>Go Commander Nox
>Go with Captain Dumont
>Go by yourself

>>5885803
>>Go Commander Nox

>>5885803
>Go Commander Nox

>>5885803
>Go by yourself

“You have my thanks for this kind offer, Captain. However, I wish I was told of this before. Was it the Lord Castellan that gave me this prestigious honor?”

The Captain shook his head. “No, ma’am. Colonel Yuhn did.”

“I will be certain to give the Colonel my thanks. However, protocol dictates I am to travel with the regiment assigned to me. Which is the Lucifer Blacks. Please give my warmest regard to him. Commander, let us be off.”

“Ma’am.”

Nox, you never heard of this man. If he was ordered by Haemotalion to bring you back, then he was obviously a puppet of his then. The last thing that you wanted is to disobey Haemotalion especially when he’s furious. He must be, he’s a Static Tendency, The Lord Commander’s return must have shook Adeptus Terra. When the Lord Commander moves at least.

“So, are you escorting me to my office or to High Lord Haemotalion?”

“To High Lord Haemotalion.”

Great.

“Do you think of me as a blind fool?”

Haemotalion stood at his desk. You stand and wait for him to approach. The old man shambled toward you, standing tall and bigger with his layers of decadent gold fabric.

“I do no—”

Searing pain smeared on your cheek along with a hard smack that echoed inside the room. You tumbled on the ground. Maybe you should have gone with the Cadians after all.

“I, I, I, it’s always I with you. You only think about yourself.” Haemotalion hissed. “Why was I not told of this new Cadia?”

“I— The matter was thought not important for you, my lord. The Cadians are an important culture for the Imperium’s morale.”

“Or you wanted a piece of Cadian firepower under you. Do not lie to me.”

He knelt, with his wrinkled hand he pulled your hair upward. You met his eyes, one replaced with augmentation and other slightly milky. His teeth were either yellow or gold.

“I know what you’re doing. Winning favors, making connections, and now you’re whoring yourself to Guilliman so you can suck on his approval!” Haemotalion spittled as he talked.

“I only met The Lord Comman-”

He shoved your head toward the ground as he let go of you.

“He is NOT the Lord Commander. He and the Primarchs had their chance! Look where their effort led to!”

He was awfully close to heresy with that remark… He stood back up. The pain unbalanced your thoughts and blurred your vision.

“Don’t you dare think his arrival will change anything. I will never let you usurp my position. As long as I live, you are my tool to use how I see fit. I took you out of the Adepta Sororitas, I mentored you, gave you power, and THIS!”

A kick. The impact struck your stomach. Something lurched inside of you.

“THIS IS HOW YOU THANK ME?” Haemotalion screamed. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I HAD TO DO BE WHERE I AM YOU UNGRATEFUL WHORE!”

He kicked you over and over again. Your head, stomach, thigh, anywhere he saw fit. This isn’t good… everything hurts. You couldn’t even move your lips without your jaws screaming in pain. The world slowly drifted into darkness.

Roll d100 to stay conscious

1 - 10 4 Degree of success
11- 25 3 Degree of success
26- 50 2 Degree of success
51 - 75 1 Degree of success
75 - 90 No Success
90- 100 You fucked up

DC is 1 - 15

First three rolls will be counted with the highest

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>5887371

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5887371

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>5887371

>>5887662
Close

Your eyes flutter open. This ornate ceiling was neither your office nor a cathedral. This was your penthouse. It was difficult to remember the last time you were here. From the colors of the sky, it was night time. Your head still ached, a dull pain but still pulsing. When you exited your room you were greeted with nothing, as always.

Your penthouse had enough space to house thirty menials. Crystal chandeliers made from Inwit crystals, rugs weaved from masterful hands, and custom made seats from Terra. One thing your penthouse lacked was a sign of residency. You sink yourself in the plush seat that faced the window. From above Terra looked like a sea of glittering gems, shining, shimmering, splendid. Though you knew the truth. Terra was a pile of filth with fancy cream on top. Your office felt like a home than your actual home.

You need some air.

When the door opened you saw two lucifer black guardsman on each side of the door. They saluted, but when you tried to leave stood in front of you.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

“We are ordered to not let you leave your penthouse, ma’am. Not until it is your time to work.” The guardsman answered.

“What— you can’t imprison in my own home!”

“It is to protect you should there be an invasion in Terra.”

“Invasion. In Terra.” You scoffed. “As if! There hasn’t been an invasion since M31!”

“We have our orders from High Lord Haemotalion.”

Relax Alethia. Relax.

>“Get your superior officer right now, I require an explanation from him.”
>“Guardsman, then escort me to where I will be heading. You can at least do that.”
>Go back to your room

>>5889146
>“Get your superior officer right now, I require an explanation from him.”

>>5889146
>“Get your superior officer right now, I require an explanation from him.”

>>5889146
>“Get your superior officer right now, I require an explanation from him.”

>>5889146
>“Guardsman, then escort me to where I will be heading. You can at least do that.”

>>5889146
>“Get your superior officer right now, I require an explanation from him.”

>>5889171
>>5889497
>>5889773
>>5890091

Counted

“Get your superior officer right now, I require an explanation from him.”

“He is indisposed. I will notify him and he will come at his convenience.”

“I said now, guardsman.”

“It can’t be done. We are under orders by High Lord Harmotalion himself.”

“Fine then.”

Your home was emptier than you thought. Going back to sleep was more difficult than you thought. Lying on the bed, you closed your eyes to force yourself to sleep.

“Ugh…” You open your eyes. “What am I supposed to do to pass the time?”
You open the door again.

“Guardsman, fetch me some entertainment.”

The guardsman stared at you, though you couldn’t tell from their visored helmet.

“I said fetch me some entertainment.”

They still did not say anything.

“What do you require?”

>holovids and snacks, there has been some movies based off of Commissar Cain, might as well watch that
>books and snacks, you might as well really entertain yourself
>your office supplies so you can get some work done
>Write-in

>>5891359
>your office supplies so you can get some work done

>>5891359
>>holovids and snacks, there has been some movies based off of Commissar Cain, might as well watch that

>>5891359
>holovids and snacks, there has been some movies based off of Commissar Cain, might as well watch that

>>5891359
>holovids and snacks, there has been some movies based off of Commissar Cain, might as well watch that

>>5891359
>your office supplies so you can get some work done

>>5891972
>>5891928
>>5891478

The sofa’s soft cushions dragged your body deeper into a comfort drowsiness. You watched Commissar Cain cut through the orks riding on a chimera. The movie seemed popular enough that there was a High-Gothic dubbing as well. You chose Low-Gothic since you weren’t in the mood to work, you never saw the point of High-Gothic either other than to feel superior over the masses.

“For the God-Emperor and for the Imperial Guard!”

If the actor looked just as good as the real Ciaphas Cain, then he must be one handsome man. You shovel your hand into the popped-korn bucket and shove them in. On the other hand was a bottle of vintage wine. You don’t know how they got the wine but you weren’t here to complain.

“Commissar Cain, why are you getting on that chimera?”

The actor smiled. “Wait and see, private!”

The retreating chimera baited the orks. What seemed to be a hopeless situation, the chimera’s missiles hit the cliff face. In one massive landslide, the orks were no more. As expected of the Hero of Imperium. It was unbelievable that this was a true story.

>Drink more wine
>Go to sleep, you have work tomorrow
>Bother the guardsmen to get more stuff

Sorry for the short updates. I'm a bit busy at the moment.

>>5893441
>>Go to sleep, you have work tomorrow

>>5893441
>Drink more wine

>>5893441
>Bother the guardsmen to get more stuff

>>5893441
>Bother the guardsmen to get more stuff

>>5893441
>Drink more wine

>>5893441
>Bother the guardsmen to get more stuff

>>5894966
>>5894229
>>5894065

Counted

Seeing how the movie ended and the idiots only gave you one movie, you opened the door again. The visored guardsmen looked down, one again completely expressionless down to their movements. Honestly, they creeped you out a little.

“More wine, food and a movie. Don’t care what.”

They looked at one another, probably speaking through their vox.

“Yes, madame.” The guardsman said.

“Good.”

You waited on your couch surfing through the holovod networks. Propaganda news, propaganda, propaganda movies… you pitied the average imperial citizens. If they think the Imperium was grand as the propaganda did then they were blissfully unaware. You were sure the fall of Cadia isn’t even a rumor yet. You open the door once you hear the knock.

“About time.”

You take the snacks, wine and movie then return to the couch. With a soft blanket, chilled wine and another movie. You snuggled into your blanket and drank another cup of wine. You turned the volume of the movie up. You probably would sleep deeper than usual, but you had a feeling the guardsmen would wake you up. You deserve this. After being beaten by Haemotalion you needed a break like this. You close your eyes, drifting into a peaceful dream.

Cold. Darkness.

Men in white robes talked to one another. Muffled voices softly echoed inside of your mind. Trapped inside a pod. Your vision darkens, then see a man in splendid golden armor and an old man in a brown robe holding a staff that bared the aquila. More memories, giants clad in ceramite, some closely bonded others distant.

You open your eyes.

A giant is in your room in gray armor. You knew what they were, Haemotalion talked about them once and only once.

The Grey Knights.

>“I must have drank too much wine..” You cover yourself in blanket and go back to sleep.
>You stare at the bottle and then back to the Grey Knight
>Write-in

End of Thread 4

I'll be working on something original so stay tuned.

>>5895467
>You stare at the bottle and then back to the Grey Knight

>>5895467
>You stare at the bottle and then back to the Grey Knight

>>5895467
>You stare at the bottle and then back to the Grey Knight

>>5895467
>You stare at the bottle and then back to the Grey Knight

>>5895467
>You stare at the bottle and then back to the Grey Knight

I gotta ask why do you guys vote for the same thing most of the time?

>>5898522
Some of the options are clearly superior to others