#sector mechanicus

[titanomancy]

Thrilled to see WarCom finally repost the Ash Waste scenery tips that Owen pulled from his Twitter. There's a lot of high-utility content here where it concerns the interoperability of terrain kits, especially in light of the forthcoming Bheta-Decimus box.

His earlier Zone Mortalis tips from the Gang Stronghold and launch of Dark Uprising are all still available on Twitter, and I reposted a few of them here. Regrettably, Ray Dranfield, one of the designers of the Sector Imperialis range, appears to have nuked his Twitter and I only archived a few reference photos from his own guide.

[cam2d]

Some Manufactorum ruins from Imperium Magazine, knocked out in a few days.

[paniwarhamauser]

My Sector Mechanicus terrain

[minweber]

Oh, famed hero of the Imperium Ciaphas Cain, it’s fucking ON

[tbposting]

overthrowing the Imperium of Man by introducing the Adeptus Mechanicus to Gunpla and crippling the manufacturing sector

[the-wayward-arc]

Emperor: SO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME, THE INQUISITION AND A FEW ASTARTES CHAPTERS HAVE TRIED TO DESTORY JAUNE'S SECTOR?

Magnus: Well system, Jaune never did colonize out past his system for this very reason. Huh, and here I said he was being paranoid...but yes! But each attempt has failed disastrously for them however.

Dorn: ah yes, I remember the failed "Remnant Crusade" I don't know much information but I heard multiple chapters were severely depleted.

Emperor: HEY YOU SUNSHINE, TELL ME ABOUT THIS "REMNANT CRUSADE".

Kitten: yes of course, the Remant Crusade was an attempt on 765.M37 to puncture through the cosmic cloud that protected the system.

Magnus: ah the cosmic cloud, see they probably would've been able to do so if Jaune hadn't weaponized the thing.

Dorn: Weaponized?

EMPEROR: EXPLAIN MAGNUS.

Magnus: I can't get into too much details buuuttt Jaune's young friend at the time, The wannabe Tech priest Ruby, devised a plan to weaponize the cloud that surrounded their system by creating a defensive network within the cloud. To put it simply, it's like an energy minefield in the cloud where nothing surives unless you know the only safe route in and out.

Kitten: Ah so that's why so many ships were lost. They just tried to brute force their way in and well they were destroyed by said minefield. Huh. And a "wannabe" tech priest did that?

Emperor: I KNOW OF THIS RUBY, SHE WAS HIS BEST FRIEND WAS SHE NOT?

Dorn: yes, she didn't like the Mechanicus's worship of technology and sought to break that behavior within the 11th. She succeeded but was targeted by the Mechanicus for it but continue the previous topic.

Kitten: Of course, the crusade called upon five chapters; The Ruby Warhawks, The Lunar tears, The Battle heralds, The Iron Cohorts, and the Shields of Vaas. Both Ruby Warhawks and Shields of Vaas were utterly annihilated while the others suffered such severe casualties to the point the survivors formed one chapter to make up the losses. The Battle fleets also suffered intense losses due to the 11th's Flashship, "Juniper", engaging the fleet before disappearing back into the cloud. Primarch Jaune issued only one warning; "Leave". After that, all attempts were ceased by Order of the High Lords.

Magnus: Yet the inquisition still tried. Over and over and over again. Failing at every moment due to the fact they are trying out smart the one Primarch who rivals that of the Lion and Guilliman in tactical planning and strategies.

Emperor: IT WARMS MY BARELY BEATING HEART TO KNOW HE KEPT BRINGING THEM DOWN A PEG.

Magnus: Oh yes, it was quite nostalgic to plan a few of those with him.

Dorn: You still speak to our brother?

Magnus: I mean, yeah. He's my little brother, of course I'm gonna keep tabs on him! Infact, we were in the middle of a conversation when those blue berrie fuck nuts threw me in that box!

Emperor: MAGNUS, DO YOU STILL TALK TO HIM NOW?

Magnus: No, in the palace I cannot as I was using a powerful conduit that he and I created so we can exclusively talk to one another. I ensured that Tzeentch could never learn of it.

Emperor: DAMMIT, WELL THE YOU AND MY CARETAKER HERE WILL BE LEAVING SOON.

Kitten: Um...to where my lord?

Emperor: TO REMANT, TO BRING MY SON BACK TO MY FOLD ONCE MORE!

[epireancrusade]

Some musings about how the society works on chaos-worshipping worlds.

Some musings about how the society works on chaos-worshipping worlds. I think it’s an overlooked issue, chaos marines taking the central stage on that side of the old war as well, and the common humanity is just fodder to be fed to the guns. I think Dan Abnett has done at least something to satisfy my curiosity on Gaunt’s ghosts, allowing short but fascinating glimpses to the machinations of star spanning conglomerate worshipping the chaos gods.

But besides cult activity in imperial worlds, there is very little talk about the common life. I have been thinking a lot how things are on the Epirean sub-sector, and here are my thoughts. The chaos-ruled sections of the area consist of three kind of worlds. The central worlds are ex-imperial planets that followed Sacred band in their revolt against the imperium. Forge- and hive worlds maintain the logistical and administrative systems of sacred band’s warmachine. Then there are the outer worlds, the wild and primeval planets which have been chaos tainted since the days of the long night. Wild warrior tribes and their kings have ruled here since time immemoriam, and they are the min source of manpower for the regiments serving chaos. Third and last, there are the daemon worlds, separate domains that are ruled by daemons and warp creatures, but still closely associated with the sacred band’s domain, and threre is a lot of interaction between the.

From the imperium’s point of view armies of chaos are just some kind of bestial monstrosity, acting without any sense other than pure malice. Outside imperial åroåaganda, however, we have to accept the fact that simply the logistiscs of waging a war on a scale that contains several solar systems requires a very highly sophisticated bureacracy. In the realms of Sacred band’s transhuman warrior kings, a very similar administrative apparatus toils on, and most of the people under it’s yoke live their lives in pretty much similar conditions than their counterparts in imperial worlds. They also have domestic life, where someone has to cook the food, wash the laundry, raise the children and live those very basic, dull and content human lives. The biggest difference is, that instead of worshipping the emperor, the Sacred band and it’s subjects have found a way to co-exist with chaos gods in a mutually benefitting manner.

 The cults of the empyrean creatures have their own traditions and ways to worship, and especially the armies are to a man devotees of one or another god. Human sacrificies are common, but even more than that there are other kinds of ways to appease the gods: Killing their enemies and offering gifts. Childrens are raised in this worlds, and most of the times they follow the same career as their parents, and those manifesting psychc abilities are greatly revered and they often rise quickly to higher positions. Another way to climb the social ladder is military service, and yong men and women eagerly seek glory as war-thralls of the Sacred band.

Some worlds have been completely given to the chaos, and these daemon worlds are ruled by warp-spawn monstrosities. Many people take pilgrimage to these worlds, seeking assistance from the daemons and doing their bidding. The interstellar travel is maintained by several guilds with their own cults and ways of worship. These guilds are in close relations with the priests of dark mechanicus, thir cursed forgeworlds churning out weapons and ships as well. Even though it’s highly illegal, several imperial rogue traders trade with these chaos fleets and there are worlds with very suspicious double loyalties, acting as a neutral ground for these interactions. Chaos worlds also trade with the worlds owned by leagues of Votann and with several minor alien species, who also provide mercenaries for the Sacred band’s war machine.

Imperial worlds and those of the Sacred band are like two sides of a coin. There are more similarities than differences between these soceties, including soul-crushing bureacracy, disregard of individual lives and constant vaging of war, but the ideological divide is so hard, that no ne really sees it. There can be no conciling between these extremes and I guess it’s a real tragedy on itself. Wars are massive and especially cruel, where the populations of conquered worlds are often exterminated and/or enslaved, and the extraction of any kind of resources from a conquered world is a merciless business.

Im planning on writing some stories from the Sacred band’s point of view, but as usual, it depends on how much I have time and energy.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

The secutarii go into battle knowing senpai will never notice them, but they might get stood on...

It's important that the spirit of the Mechanicus be upheld across all of their sectors

[maggotknight]

posting the bio for my rt here for my own sake. very long. initial template was generously provided by the rt discord server I am in.

Name: Lilith von Valancius

Age: 31 years

Gender/Pronouns: she/her

Height: 5'4" (shorter than average due to huffing forge fumes for the first 13 years of her life)

Conviction: primary; Iconoclast, secondary; Dogmatic

Homeworld: Hive World; Scintilla, Gunmetal City

Origin: Commissar

Triumph: Apex of Briliance

Darkest Hour: Shadow of Torment

Archetype: Officer; Grand Strategist

Voidship: The Siren Song

Favorite color: Green (forest green)

Love Interest: Heinrix van Calox (romantically), Pasqal Haneumann (One sided flirting), Yrliet Lanaevyss (platonically)

Notable Characteristics: Has a cerebral-spinal augmetic at the base of her skull, traveling down to her mid back. Also has an auditory augmetic in her right ear, and a minor noosphereic port behind her left ear.

Her arms are covered in different military tattoos and electoos. Noteably, a worn in electoo of a curling copper dragon, a snarling wolf in sheep's clothing and a mechanicus liturgic tapestry. The latter was given and designed as a gift.

Is never without some form of servo skull, a Millitarum standard combat knife, and two different firearms (minimum).

Exudes tomboy swag 😎

Bio:

An unexpected child of two Asta Millitarum officers, Lilith was dropped off at a mid-hive hostel in Gunmetal City. A younger hive within the Calixis Sector capital world of Scintilla. Much of her younger years were spent avoiding gun fire, scrouning for bullets and hiding from underhive gangs scouting for fresh meat.

During her 10th year of life in the hive, Lilith attempted to pickpocket a man for spare bullets. Only to soon realize she was stealing from an Infernus ganger. The attempt when awry, and she fled into the mid-hive labyrinth of sweltering founderies. Turn after turn, only focusing on escaping her enevitable demise, Lilith slammed into a sealed set of steel doors at the end of an alleyway. Overwhelmed with dread and the realization that there was no where to run, she began pleeding and sobbing at the door. Pounding her grubby fists to the cold metal, Lilith thought, she could almost feel the door reaching out back to her. By some miracle. the heavy door unsealed itself enough for Lilith to squeak into safety. The door, unbeknownst to Lilith, lead to one of the many machine-shrines that are scattered within the volcanic hive.

Alerted to the unauthorized and unscheduled entry, Omniprophet Velt Thannek discovered the cowering Lilith. Thannek deemed the child "machine-touched", and took Lilith under his steel wings. It was explained to the young Lilith that the Omnissiah's eye "favored her", leading to machine spirits reacting to her whims. All it meant to Lilith was that she now has a consistent place to sleep, food to eat, and protection in the form of the large metal men that annoyed the forge workers.

Lilith learned much about the Cult Mechanicus and it's relations with laypeople through Thannek.

An eccentric tech-priest in his own right, the Omniprophet spent most of his spare time composing liturgies for the majesty of the Omnissiah and passing that majesty on to Lilith. Fosterining a love for art and creation within the child.

Solidifying in her the importance of the 6th and 7th Universal laws: to always seek knowledge and comprehension in all things. And to venerate The Omnissiah and The Emperor in equal measure.

In her 13th year of life, representitives of the Adeptus Ministorum took custody of Lilith and sent her to the Schola Proegnium to be educated formally and serve the Imperium as a Commissar. She recieved notably high marks in marksmaship, religious and military studies. She also recieved several watered down dirus flushings due to "willful but unacceptable outbursts." and "unwillingness to forgo vulgarities when speaking."

Upon graduation, Lilith was assigned to a Millitarum regimind on a toxic Death World at the edge of the Jericho Reach She created strong bonds with her fellow gaurdsman. Keeping moral up by playing card games, singing songs and creating combat art of everyday life in the Astra Millitarum. Many of the interpersonal skills learned from observing the Omniprophet Velt came in handy when dealing with the enevitable squabbles had between the Cult Mechanicus and Guardsmen.

A few years into her service, Lilith uncovered a consperacy involving underground experimentation on guardsmen and locals alike. Splicing Tyranid genetic material in order to make more adaptive and effective soldiers. All conducted by the planet's Generator and Colonel of her regiment. This revelation left Lilith venerated, sickened, and scouted by the Ordo Millitarum.

Never one to turn down new opportunities, she took the offer to become an Acolyte for the smaller Ordo of the Inqisition. While she missed the comradere that came with serving as the Emporer's Hammer, Lilith enjoyed the new freedom that came with being an Acolyte. She was frequently paired with Neraph Heirgamus-Theta, a former Xenarite whom was contracted to the Inquisition as a form of repentence. They grew to trust one another and spend most of what little free time they had together. Overall, she enjoyed her time spent investigating and prosecuting the threats within the Astra Millitarum. Even if it was covered in a shrowd of ignorance.

The same shrewd tenacity that got her the position within the Ordo Millitarum would be the same reason she found herself tortured, shot in the back of the head and left for, presumably, dead. She stuck her nose where it, supposedly, did not belong. Invesitaging a series of encrypted data transfers that she wasn't assigned to. A trail that was eerily similar to the conspiracy she uncovered in the Jericho Reach. The exception being, it seemed to lead directly to one of the Interrigators within her Ordo.

Heirgamus-Theta discovered Lilith before her body had become completely cold. Wether it be a defect in his mental processes from prolonged exposure to abberant machine spirits or divine intervention, Theta spared Lilith's life with an extensive neurospinal implant. Both parted ways, going into hiding in different sectors of the galaxy. This was nothing new for Theta, but it was a test of faith for Lilith. Stranded for a year on a feudal Agri-World at the edge of the Calixis Sector, the only thing keeping the disgraced Acolyte from going completely mad was in her fath of The Emporer's grace and divine plan for Humanity. Even those who shamfully fail him such as her.

She was convinced that the shuttle approaching the shed she resided in was the Inquisition. And was still suspicious once boarding the von Valancius voidship, The Siren Song. But, once again, she was never the type to deny the opportunities The Emporer graces her with.

[vitanithepure]

*bursts into your ask box like the Koolaid Man, seeking the Imogene deep lore* :D

Who were Imogene's family and what sort of relationship did she have with them? Was there anyone (parent or sibling) that she had a particularly close or difficult relationship with? Is there anyone of them that she still keeps in touch with?

Best/worst childhood memories?

Also -- what motivated her to pursue a governorship?

Took me a while, but behold! (hiding under read more for some tw)

*cracks knuckles*

Imogene has two older brothers from her father's first marriage (that sadly ended when his first wife died of illness shortly after giving birth to their stillborn daughter), and loves them dearly. 

The eldest de Vahl heir, Rhyce, is serving as a commissar in the Imperium army back in the Calixis sector, and always had a soft spot for Imogene. He is the reason she was determined to learn how to tinker and build her own lasgun - she absolutely wanted to be like him when she grew up :) But as it later turned out, her stubbornness and bullheaded drive for more were better suited for other careers.

Gavin, the younger of the two brothers, joined the Priesthood of Mars as the family tradition required. This caused a fair bit of detachment from his biological family, as he was required to fully commit to his role and, in time, become a Tech-Priest Artisan. That meant at least he served on their home planet and could be pestered by his teenage sister about things he should not share with laymen. I think Imogene trained her future gift of persuasion on Gavin :D  

Observing the wonders of the Adeptus Mechanicus creations on the forge world she lived on has to be something she remembers most fondly from her childhood. To this day, she experiences this childlike wonder when faced with technology beyond her comprehension.

Imogene's parents…were there. It is a very good and caring relationship they share, as they married for…well, let's call it affection and aligned goals in life. She doesn't have a poor relationship with either of them, but neither is she overly close. They gave her the best they could afford, and it was a lot, set her on a path of a career in the Adeptus Administratum, but she was too ambitious to settle for being a clerk. It was that ambition that always drove her forward. So kind of against the wishes of her parents but with their begrudging blessing she left her homeworld as a protégé of an influential political figure and after two decades she got hold of a planetary governor title of a snazzy little planet somewhere in the Calixis sector :)

Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to come up with more imaginary people! :D

[titanomancy]

Mm, yes. Sector Mechanicus/Zone Mortalis interoperability kit. Very nice.

[kit-williams]

The Savant

The Mechanicus fic with the OC: H3X, Late 20s to Early 30s, female, autistic/just something wrong (I'm not trying to offend anyone but since it's warhammer I tend to crank things up to 11 and just with her being a mechanicus her mental illness isn't going to manifest normally so the closest thing she is is some form of autistic)

Also sorry if I use transformer fic terms I didn't wanna make stuff up

blaming @konigsblog & @kneelingshadowsalome & @ghouljams for Yrac because good god when I got home today those three were posting some very thirsty Konig and god I channeled that into this nasty man.

tw: Yandere

91-Yrac sat upon his throne waiting for his underlings to bring in the prize. Oh the former Venatorii, Crimson Guard, had embraced the Dark Mechanicus freeing himself of the veil that was placed over his eyes. He watches the Magos stop for a brief moment seeing the Omnissian axe resting in easy reach of the combat framed Yrac.

The Magos' retinue had been depleted leaving only the non combat frames and was he had theorized was aboard... a savant.

Machine Spirits would bend to Savants so easily... their mastery to simply talk to the machine spirits always meant that they would move high into the ranks of the Machine Cult however... they were easy to corrupt. They could easily become heretcks as they struggled with some of the rules meaning that even the highest ranking Savant Magi had to be monitored.

He stood up when he saw the orange robes in the sea of red with their yellow highlights on their robes verses the whites. He could see how her Mechadendrites were entangled with two other priests flanking her... her caretakers.

Her head whipped over to the machine chanting its litany of errors... and then the next... and then the next... and then the next. Oh Yrac was a cruel man having heard there might be a savant coming he did something that was surely going to get them to pull away from the Magos... it was their fixation to fix. He watched the caretaker's Mechadendrites tighten around her own as hers loosened. He could hear her whines as her fingers pulled on her hood. They were doing their best to soothe the savant.

"Magos." Yrac purred out of his vox.

"Heretck." The Magos spat.

Yrac tsked the magos as he rested his chin in his palm, knowing this conversation was a mere farce to get the savant to separate. He watched as one of his men held a strange servo skull, an equine headed one, he watched her push hard against her caretaker reaching out for what he presumed was hers. Perfect he thought as he continued to verbally spar with the magos.

"Mars will not let this go."

"And tell me what has Mars ever done for me? I was born of the Calixis Sector and the wars of the Spinward! Tell me Magos what has mars done for me?!" Yrac snarled as he let out a pulse from his Potentia Coil causing the mechanics to fail for but a moment.

"H3X STOP." The female caretaker cried as her charge slipped away towards one of the machines. His men stopped the caretaker but let her slip through.

The Magos bellowed in binary but he could tell she wasn't listening anymore, her audiles completely still, as she plugged into the machine and sat down looking at a datapad and was working on fixing the sacred texts. Oh yes he had gone into the texts and changed a few bits that allowed them to work but every few intervals they would release their litanies. The air buzzes around as he keeps them from messaging their charge as Yrac stands to his feet.

"Don't touch her!" The caretakers shriek out trying to push their way past the combat servitors.

Yrac looks down as she slaps the floor a few times before typing again and repeating her habit. He dwarfs the small woman sitting on the floor, her bionics are smooth and pleasing to the eyes and optics... he could feel his mouth opening up. Just one little taste. He thought to himself... he wasn't planning on keeping this one.

She looked up at him as she blinked... normally Savants abhor eye contact so Yrac held his breath. "Your pupil looks like the crude depiction of a heart none mechanicus use to express affection. It's also glowing a pleasing purple color... though I like blue too. I'm going to go fix the next machine."

Yrac let out a delighted trill and he watched her tilt her head, "I like how it glows." Was all she said before pushing past him and going to work on the next machine. Oh by the Omnissiah Yrac felt his heatsinks act up as his vents turned on loudly. The Magos and his retinue looked at Yrac in horror as his single remaining biological eye glowed purple with a glowing bright pink heart shaped pupil.

"H3X! H3X!" The female caretaker shrieked as the little savant wasn't listening and she turned her attention towards Yrac, "DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!"

"Why?" Yrac purred, "You were on your way to Mars... to let her train there and have her be paired off with some dirty old Magos." He hissed before composing himself, "Who wouldn't appreciate how she just wants to help the machine spirits." He cooed looking back at H3X as she finishes her task.

H3X begins to walk back to the group but Yrac intercepts the priestess, "Where are you going?"

"Back with the others. My task is done."

"I can find you more tasks to do."

"Do you have my equine?" She tilts her head as she looks at her feet, her Mechadendrites being picked at by her little fingers.

"You mean this my sweet spark?" He pulls the horse skulled servo skull out from behind his back and watches her just snatch it from him. Nuzzling the bone lovingly, it was easy to tell on the worn part of the skull where that was something common she would do. Yrac reached out feeling himself grow excited and touched the little priestess and that's when the retinue erupted in anger. They could tell of his intentions with the priestess was beyond just corrupting her from the ways of the cult mechanicus.

H3X all but freezes as it's a flurry of buzzing in her ears as binary and gothic assault her ears. It's suddenly very loud for her as she pulls on her hood. Oh Yrac was very excited to help his darling! He plugged himself into her and manually adjusted her sensitivities as well as giving her a deluge of data to just sort through. He glanced over at the female caretaker whom had privately messaged him on how to soothe her... she just wanted what was best for her charge.

Yrac loomed over her, his Mechadendrites against his back to make him look smaller than he was, as he cupped her face providing distracting stimuli... and that tainted little part of him couldn't stop the way he pulled his rebreather away and let his black tongue slip out. How he ran it over her chin and bottom lip as her eyes and optics were zoned out completely focused on sorting the data he provided.

He accepted each packet she sent back. Yrac placed hard kisses against her cheek as his breathing stuttered and ran a tongue against the delicate fin of her audial. She blinks coming back to and looks at him again cocking her head to the side, "Do you like hugs too?"

He nearly moans but swallows the depraved desperate noise, "Y-yes sweet spark I do. You may always request them from me."

"Your mouth is big." She says before her thought process continues, "Do you have grass? I like feeling it between my toes. When I had toes. I wasn't happy when they replaced my legs. I couldn't feel the grass anymore." She babbles softly and he just coos.

"I'm certain we can fix that for you sweet spark. Lets go find you something to fix." He puts a hand on her lower back and guides her before she stops by the door.

"Wait I'm not suppose to leave the Magos and my caretakers." She said looking guilty and he just cooed.

"You'll meet up with them later I have to talk with them for a bit and it will be quite boring... let me make sure you'll have plenty to do." He purred as he led her out of the room. Oh yes he would be a much better partner than some dirty old Magos. 💗

[marcusmettalus]

What shall be done?

"Your Majesty." Haralde Celtos knelt, head bowed low till his chin brushed his chest. The vast hall where the Court took their meetings and visitors felt hollow, vacant on this cold day.

"Rise Ambassador Celtos, no need to kneel whilst the public's eyes are averted." Haralde could never quite shake that feeling of the High King's voice reverberating through his chest, the heavy timbre and Nordyc dialect making His voice unmistakable, and awesome.

"Thank you sire." Haralde slowly rose up onto his feet and looked up to his liege.

High King Surtr Muspelson, The Asgårdian, the Will of The Nine. He holds many titles over the numerous years of kingship, and still wields the love his his people. Well,, most of the people. There are growing factions within the Kingdom who want change, though it might not be all for the better.

"Celtos, I would ask for your mind on some matters of state." High King Surtr shifts on his throne, carved oak and iron with little decoration save for the icon of Yggdrasil embedded into the back. Haralde took pause at this request, his head slightly acant as he tries to find meaning between the lines of what was asked.

"Your Majesty, I am uncertain what I could provide that the Riksdag and your numerous Jarl could not. I am but a humble ambassador,,"

"You know well enough that what you say is not true. Aye my council and Jarls offer good advice on matters within the Kingdom and our own people. But tis the Imperium and it's people I need counsel for. You have spent many moons among them, communing and dealing with their politics." He rose from his throne, the giant of a man towering over Haralde whilst the King strode over to one of the windows. The thick cotton and linen attire rustling over the aged floorboards, the wood and iron creaking from the shifting weight of the ancient Astartes.

Haralde held his tongue as his leader moved, he knew that He would speak more shortly, the body language gave it away while the Gauli native turned to follow his Monarch.

"The Imperium I see in my memories is no longer there. Names and faces of those I called my battle-kin are now statues and half-forgotten legends. The worlds I helped liberate now cracked or sunken beneath hopeless war and reckless industry. It's people superstitious and wary of anyone offering an olive branch. How can I speak with those we could see as family,, and not turn to anger and woe."

Surtr breathed low, a weary sigh deep from his core while his gaze reached across the valley below the mountain complex. Faint twinkling lights of street lights and homes, shimmering in the deeping dusk. Haralde turned his gaze briefly from his Liege out onto the vista before them, then turned back.

Haralde contemplated his words carefully, fingers tapping behind his back before speaking up. "I see only a few options with how to handle with the Imperium. Both will take time to ensure our actions bear fruit, it can not be rushed."

Surtr turned his simmering golden eyes down to Haralde, not turning his head as he listened to what his Ambassador offered forth.

"Many of the outer laying sectors and systems are more autonomous than that of the core-worlds beyond the Great Wound. They have little oversight and not as rigid allegiance to the Imperium as a whole. Were we to ally with these worlds, securing them with our supply chain and keeping their governors yoked, we could accrue their loyalty."

"Trying to broker a deal with the High Lords of Terra may not be attainable, they are less pliable in this situation, and may not trust our approach for a peaceful resolution. On the other hand,," Haralde idly stroked his jawline as he thought out loud, Surtr half turned his weighty form towards the smaller man, listening intently to the words offered. ", we may have a chance to open a channel with the new Lord Regent. He has already made great strides in navigating the political world and handling the cantankerous High Lords and Mechanicus."

"Aaah yes,, Him. I had pondered such an alternate route to peace. How he will respond is up for debate." Surtr nodded slow, his eyes drifting across the snow peaked horizon whilst he pondered.

"Tis dealing with Lord Guilliman or slowly integrating various outer systems into the fold. This is what I can offer as potentially feasible options,, I would need time and research to come up with further options." Haralde watched closely the motions and feel of his Liege, trying to ink out what would be the course of action.

"Hmmm,, Haralde Celtos, make preparations for an Envoy Fleet. We shall see if the Lord Regent recalls my name."

[agbpaints]

[The warp is a foreign country to us. Its laws unknown, its inhabitants hostile, its climes ill suited. It is not, however, as my colleagues believe, illogical. There are patterns that I see within the readouts from the empyric sensors, things I cannot dismiss as mere figments. If I can understand it, I can harness it to the will of the Omnissiah's chosen. All I need is the correct tool to translate this noise into useful data.]

- Excerpt transliteralized from multisensory memory records of Magos Ilphidion Cravek, retrieved from Collegiate Extremis noospheric vaults, SB-01922883.a201, Segmentum Pacificus, 5991012.m41

Security Signum: Vermillion

Additional status appended: Cognito Illicitus, by order of the office of Inquisitor Anatasia Lorne, Ordo Machinum

Additional Materials Added: pict-capture 1

Additional Materials Added: note: the Collegiate Extremis are an odd bunch. They fill a role somewhere in between that of the Adeptus Arbites and His Inquisition but almost exclusively within the Adeptus Mechanicus, hunting down those who breach the Universal Laws of the Lore Mechanicus. My data hunters have found evidence that they were pursuing a tech priest suspected of attempting to produce abominable intelligence to the end of harnessing the warp in much the same way a psyker can. Cravek is almost certainly dead by now and evidence is inconclusive as to the whereabouts of his research. Further inquiries are required, AM production of psykers would be a potentially destabilizing factor in Sector/Segmentum/Imperial politics.

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[betabites]

+++ ADEPTA SORORITAS ORDOS ACTIVE IN TROIAS CLUSTER +++

+++ OFFICIO MINISTORUM MEMORANDUM +++ ++ SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL BURNT-SIENNA ++

+++ TROIAS CLUSTER ORDO STATUS +++

+ TIMESTAMP: 25.9.14.4.112.M42 +

++++ ADEPTA SORORITAS ++++ ++ MILITANT ORDOS ++

+ ORDER OF OUR LADIES OF THE BLOODY SABATON + Classification: Militant Ordo Minoris, Convent Sanctorum. Military assets: Primus Convents (Mater & Alius Mater) on Briseis & Cressida; major convents on Andromache Prime, Atalanta, & Ilona; minor convents on Hecuba, Aethella, & Laodice. Estimated current strength: 12,000 women under arms, with the ability to muster 40,000 highly trained Frater Militas with the aid of the Troian 147th Foot ("Frater Iconis Legion"). Deviations: Rejects standard doctrine on the use of Penitent Engines and Arco-Flagellants in favor of Repentia and penal units. This unorthodoxy has been APPROVED by order of HER GRACE, MORVENN VAHL, in light of local beliefs of the Eternally Recurrent Sz. Nika, and the stance that the inescapable torture-death of a mote of her incarnation would displease her. Active Concerns: Cluster-wide peace-keeping missions, typically acting in concert with PDFs and Guard as assault units. Occasional alliances with Forlorn Company and Peryton Space Marines. Have made repeated petitions to declare the Noble Sons of Pyrrus Space Marines traitors and heretics; investigations are currently underway.

A convent on Hecuba I is accused of tech-heresy by the Mechanicus. See attached document, CONCERNING THE DISPOSITION OF THE ARCING WRITS OF THE PLASMA CONDUITS. In brief, they are accused of modifying their vehicles to mount plasma weapons, in concert with the Troian 52nd Armour ("Plasma Cavaliers") and their 'suspicious' number of Leman Russ Executioners.

A convent in the Sekhmetarian moons is believed to have succumbed to heresy regarding their depiction of the God-Emperor as some manner of felinid abhuman. They are believed to be joined in corruption by the Troian 7th Foot ("Maidens of the Sacred Las").

++ CIVITAS ORDOS ++

+ ORDER OF THE AERIAL DREADNAUGHTS + +++ NOTABENE The Sisters of the Order of Aerial Dreadnaughts do not operate any dreadnaughts: marine, terrestrial, or aerial. They are so named for the shape of their head-dresses. Cease assigning them to warzones on the fraudulent basis that they are an armoured unit. +++ Classification: Hospitaller. Active Concerns: Medical attachés to the Order of the Bloody Sabaton, and work closely with them in most matters. Their training mission-hospitals on Briseis & Cressida have recently been destroyed by party or parties unknown, and an investigation is currently underway.

+ ORDER OF BLESSED ETERNAL RECURRENCE + Classification: Famulous. Active Concerns: Continually seeking the next incarnation of Sz. Nika, sector patron. Recent sightings of previous incarnations of Sz. Nika have greatly increased their workload, setting aside concerns raised by Forlorn Company Space Marines regarding genetic purity and alleged xenos taint.

+ ORDER OF SAINT SERAPH + Classification: Dialogus. Active Concerns: Serve as cultural translators & liaisons for the ogryn 38th Foot regiment ("Sz. Nika's Crusaders"). Their long isolation in the wastes of Kreusa has all but broken their grasp of Gothic, but they are terrifying warriors who make few demands on the Munitorum.

+ OTHER ORDERS + STATUS UNCHANGED. Refer to previous TROIAS CLUSTER ORDO STATUS document, timestamp 08.11.25.1.952.M41 for details.

[sfaccountant]

Darktide perplexes me because it's a game whose theme and mechanics seem to be obviously built for Space Marines yet is one of the very few Warhammer titles that does not let you play as a Space Marine.

You have a protective armor layer that protects your actual (very large) health bar. You can sweep aside multiple lesser enemies with every swing of your blade. You have powers that you draw upon owing to your long, intensive training. You're hopelessly outnumbered but expected to power through the enemy lines without support. Your gun... well okay the lasguns do actually look and feel like how a lasgun should that's fine.

"Maybe they just wanted to give us a Warhammer game that doesn't revolve around Space Marines" okay, reasonable. But it seems odd that it's THIS game, which has a small squad of bizarrely resilient heroes slaughtering hordes of enemies, in which they do that. Chaos Gate, Battle Sector, Dawn of War, and Space Hulk all would have worked pretty well with Guard or Sisters without feeling like there was a mismatch between the chosen characters and the enemy forces. Mechanicus had you play as (duh) Techpriests and Skitarii and it worked perfectly. In Darktide it just feels off to me.