Magos Dominus Harkoth-937 wrote:
Harkoth slowly extends a hand, and softly pets Thor on the head. "Good boy."
The Lord General would be seen dining on something vaguely reminiscent of a full english breakfast though quite clearly with ingredients taken from his own realm, a wisping cup of strong recaf placed beside him. The subtle clink of cutlery sounded against the plate as he proceeded, it was a nourishing meal, one that the officer had luxury of enjoying but he was not partial to corpse starch when in the field either.
" And your rations were satisfactory, Lieutenant Mercator ? "
Aleksandr inquired, while taking another bite,
" Aye Sir, The Best "
He nodded
" Good, that means our rogue traders have established a suitable supply "
Aleksandr dug in, his favored food was a sort of sausage known as an Aeldari pudding, one could only make a notion as to what unique ingredient was vested therein. A few audible sips of recaf signalled the end of the Lord General's breakfast. He then rose from the table in his characteristic mannerism.
" Excellent, a nourished guard is a fighting guard Lieutenant, The Emperor has granted us another day, let us put it to use. I expect a situation report on our advances, summary logistics and a tactical brief on what advances we seek to be making, how fares the Imperium's progress in Arpat. "
He added, hands crossed behind his back as his daunting form sauntered across the hallway.
" The units deployed have reported preliminary successes on multiple fronts Sir. The trade outpost Balian was brought under our control, wrestled from a confederacy of rogue traders and squats (kyn) that were conducting trade outside of sanction and in defiance of imperial auspices, a considerable tithe was secured. This now constitutes Forward Operating Base - Balian. It was a dense theatre of urban combat, but our tactical insertion teams equipped with up-armored Chimera's were able to swiftly seize critical control nodes, for those factions that could not be brought to heel, they were ultimately convinced, it is obvious the trade merited enough value to avoid destruction and this will prove an asset to our war effort especially where independent agents may be required. For those who could not be convinced, sufficient data was acquiesced for the officio assassinorum, should you wish to involve them. "
" Very good Lieutenant, very good indeed, carry on. "
" Lord Harkoth's modifications of manufactorum assemblies to facilitate production of FPV Servo-Skulls was appreciated by the forward guard, our troops have received Admech sanctioned education and training on the utility of these blessed machines. They now come in variants better suited to the tasks, in the battle for Balian these were particularly useful for suppressed guard squads to utilize asymmetrical tactics, the skulls can traverse ambush spaces and negate the advantage of tall buildings, they were also positioned on the side of rebel routes and used to launch ambushes on convoys of Ridgerunner technicals which had been a menace for our advancing echelons. One of our chimeras was captured by the enemy and reused, but an anti-armor variant of the FPV servo-skull was utilized possessing a melta-charge which tore through the side of the vehicle, exterminating the vermin within. Since our tactics negated the advantage of vehicles in more confined space, the use of these servo-skulls significantly augmented the capacity of our soldiers.
" A fortuitous addition no doubt, Harkoth's wisdom is valuable to the war effort, see to it that he is well accommodated... I have come to understand that some of the guardsmen have become... unnerved... by his presence, I do not wish for his eccentricities to be interrupted under any circumstance, understand that the services he renders to us are under good faith, dealings with the admech can be otherwise quite resource-intensive, it is not typical for them to vy their knowledge without some sort of pact, Harkoth is as much a part of this, as we are, if he demands the surrender or requisition of any technology then you are to see to it... you are to kill or be killed for it. "
" His requests can be compromising of efforts to retain truces, especially as we intend to navigate unfamiliar domains, Balian is the largest of the trade posts in this sector but other frontier posts may seek to parley so long as our strategies are sound, requests to tamper or take may interrupt this process, Lord General, leading to conflic-
" Damn your tongue man! And who taught you about tactical discretion Lieutenant, have you been selected by the Schola without my knowledge or is it that your lasgun speaks stratagems to you in your sleep. Do not speak to me in such a way again, were I still a commissar and your service less admirable, I would have extinguished you.
" What is your duty ? "
" To Serve The Emperor's Will Sir "
" What is the Emperor's Will "
" That we fight and die ! "
" What is Death ? "
" It is our duty ! "
" Let this be the last time I doubt your duty Lieutenant, for it will not go unanswered a next time... the difference between us and others is that we do not cower from conflict, we welcome it. Harkoth takes tactical precedence, if he wants an outpost stripped down bolt by bolt, you will do it ! If he wants to remove the power core from a hive, you will do it ! Because, of his service to the Emperor we can be sure, there is evidence in his form to it, but of others, we cannot and as such they do not take precedence, am I understood..... Am I Understood ?
" Aye Sir ! "
((Was Aleksandr still here a second ago? Or was he elsewhere? I will type. Just correct me.))
She had been sitting there when Aleksandr once again ignored her. "If only..." she thought as she sat ther. She wanted to join the ranks. And he was the man who could allow her in. Or at least someone close enough to him.
She had been sitting there when Aleksandr once again ignored her. "If only..." she thought as she sat ther. She wanted to join the ranks. And he was the man who could allow her in. Or at least someone close enough to him.
Ami wrote:
She looked at Harkoth and asked, "What if they offered me to believe in the Emperor of Mankind?" She was curious to the prospect. She loved technology and was proficient with weapons. She would fit in both worlds quite nicely.
"The Cult Mechanicus dictates that the Emperor of Mankind is the Omnissiah, the living manifestation of the Machine God. That is all I have to say on the matter."
HP 16 / 122
A lot of things seemed to have recovered, except the huge horizontal gash across her torso, still slightly bleeding.
She was having some fries.
A lot of things seemed to have recovered, except the huge horizontal gash across her torso, still slightly bleeding.
She was having some fries.
She took in great consideration to what Harkoth had to say about the Emperor of Mankind as she had been enlightened about it. "What if I wanted to join the ranks?" she asked as she gazed at Harkoth. "What then?"
She sat next to Xueqing as she smiled down at her. "Looks kind of bad. I wish I could have done more," she said as she patted Xueqing on the head softly.
She sat next to Xueqing as she smiled down at her. "Looks kind of bad. I wish I could have done more," she said as she patted Xueqing on the head softly.
Ami wrote:
She took in great consideration to what Harkoth had to say about the Emperor of Mankind as she had been enlightened about it. "What if I wanted to join the ranks?" she asked as she gazed at Harkoth. "What then?"
"Elaborate: do you wish to join the Imperial Guard or the Martian Priesthood?"
She thought for a moment before giving an answer to Harkoth. "What is the difference?" she asked as she thought about the Imperial Guard. But the Martian Priesthood might seem almost similar. She sat there as she waited for him to elaborate more on the matter.
((Remember she is not from here. So the two titles would be foreign to her. So more information would help her choose wisely.))
((Remember she is not from here. So the two titles would be foreign to her. So more information would help her choose wisely.))
"The Imperial Guard, or Astra Militarum, is the primary armed forces of the Imperium. It is the force that Lord-General Von Drakenfell commands a unit of. By comparison, the Martian Priesthood of the Cult Mechanicus is what I come from. Shorn of the flesh that would whither and decay from the passage of time, we are reborn in the image of the Machine God."
She took in consideration of the two. She didn't want her flesh to decay so she had decided as she said, "The Imperial Guard." She responded without hesitation as she looked at Harkoth. "But don't worry, I will keep not of Ergo. I just can't let my flesh to wither away," she said with a gesture of her hand. She had pretty much made up her mind the path she loved to take.
"It will happen to you as it happens to all things. The grand design of humanity may be considered perfection, but ultimately it is but a temporary starting point upon which to build better and achieve true perfection. The mind of man in harmonious conflux with the blessed machine."
She took in consideration of what he said as she nodded. "Sadly true. Where I am from, we have people half human and half machine. We call them cyborgs," she said as she wanted to enlighten him a bit. "Flesh and cybernetic makes them what they are. They are human still, but still machine in a way." She could only offer a soft smile as she kept staring at Harkoth.
"Continuerò con le mie escrescenze cristalline." (I'll stick with my crystal growths.) Of course Lappland would say something so twisted, but hey, her mind was partially twisted by said crystal growths, which one could easily spot those black crystals out of her skin.
He perked up hearing of The Emperor of Mankind "you speak of The Allfather, Mimi!"
She heard Ubba speak to her as she wanted to know more about this Allfather he speaks of "You need to talk to Aleksandr about me joining the ranks of the Sisters of Battle," she told him as she was knowing this would be a difficult task to accomplish. "He is above you after all," she finished as she sat there at ready for their decision.
"He is not with the Space Wolves. He is not a Son of Russ. Come. We will speak to him together"
He placed a massive hand on her shoulder and guided her to Lord General Drakenfell
"Lord General, as one servant to the Allfather to another, would you be willing to let bygones be as such and speak to Mimi about serving the Allfather?"
He placed a massive hand on her shoulder and guided her to Lord General Drakenfell
"Lord General, as one servant to the Allfather to another, would you be willing to let bygones be as such and speak to Mimi about serving the Allfather?"
Ubba Graystorm wrote:
"He is not with the Space Wolves. He is not a Son of Russ. Come. We will speak to him together"
He placed a massive hand on her shoulder and guided her to Lord General Drakenfell
"Lord General, as one servant to the Allfather to another, would you be willing to let bygones be as such and speak to Mimi about serving the Allfather?"
He placed a massive hand on her shoulder and guided her to Lord General Drakenfell
"Lord General, as one servant to the Allfather to another, would you be willing to let bygones be as such and speak to Mimi about serving the Allfather?"
Being guided with his massive hand on her petite shoulder as she willingly followed him to Aleksandr.
She stood there in front of Aleksandr as she kneels before him as to show her allegiance to him, her head facing to the ground as she awaited for his response. Hearing Ubba vouch for her to the Lord General, her demeanor changed drastically as she stared up at him, her eyes pleaded to join the ranks of the Sisters of Battle.
" If anyone is to be bowed to, it would be Lord Graystorm, for indeed, he carries a fraction of the Emperor within him, not I. The Astartes are our greatest bastion, the spearhead of mankind. "
Aleksandr mooted, but this indentured act had moved him, his guards stood silent, awaiting further command.
" Rise, Citizen. "
He paused, awaiting for her to come to her feet, then Aleksandr reached out his hand towards one of his guards, whom handed him the lasgun, Aleksandr then proceeded to shove it into Ami's arms.
" The Adepta Sororitas are their own arm of the Emperor's own, I cannot facilitate this request for you to join them... for that matter you would have to seek out Sister Athene. Present to her this lasgun, and she will acknowledge you were recommended by a Lord General.
Aleksandr paused, looking at the recruit as if scrutinizing every detail, the weight of expectation and discipline hung heavy.
" But if your due is to take up arms in the name of the Emperor and join the Astra Militarum, that is something within my powers to ordain. If this is the case, then let it be known that I have handed you your shrine and from this day forth the only prayers you utter that have hope of being seen by the Emperor will be uttered through it's barrel. You will fight the enemies of mankind across the unrelenting expanse of the cosmos, those within our reaches and those beyond our reaches... and you will show no mercy lest it be your ruin. There will be no turning back. Only in Death does Duty End. "
" Where you come from matters not, who you were matters not, your name matters not, in the Emperor's eyes you are distinguished only by what you wield in your hands.
He added referring to the lasgun
You are his warrior, You belong to the Astra Militarum, Your title is guardswoman, Your purpose is to serve the emperor's will, The emperor's will is that you fight and die, your duty is death.
Aleksandr added, leaning forward.
" You will prove yourself or you will be undone, answer me now...
What Is Your Duty ? "
Ami wrote:
Ami didn't find it unnerving to see her prosthetics. To her, it was a way to show her own battle scars. She couldn't say the same sense she really hasn't been in any wars since she is not from this reality. Seeing that Esmeralda was distracted by her made her feel warm inside. She was glad to be able to help her not be as shaken from what had happened. "I am okay with you calling me Mimi, Esme," she said softly. "Only close friends know me and call me Mimi," she said again as she took Esme's hand and shook it out of courtesy.
She looked at Harkoth as she knew he had interest in Esme. She wasn't like Esme, at least not yet. She was willing to join the ranks if asked so by the general, Aleksandr. If he desired her to join that is. She knew how to fight with her martial arts and usage of weapons. And she was gladly to welcome the Emperor of Mankind as the other deity.
She looked at Harkoth as she knew he had interest in Esme. She wasn't like Esme, at least not yet. She was willing to join the ranks if asked so by the general, Aleksandr. If he desired her to join that is. She knew how to fight with her martial arts and usage of weapons. And she was gladly to welcome the Emperor of Mankind as the other deity.
“Are you sure? I don’t know if I qualify as one of your closest friends… I mean, we’ve only just met,” Esme said. Not that “close friends” was exactly an elite category for her either, not when her friends were so few and far between. Present company notwithstanding, she could only think of a few people she called friends: her son, a couple legionnaires she’d served with, and an elderly neighbor who shared her interest in engineering.
“Oh, while we’re making introductions, that bulky guy over there with the glasses and the black overcoat? That’s my son, John.” She gestures towards him, thinking that he looked serious as ever. The mug he held looked small in his big hands, and he glared down at it like it had insulted him somehow.
Magos Dominus Harkoth-937 wrote:
"Servitors are cyborg drones used for utility and combat in various configurations. The Skitarii are the basic infantry of the Mechanicus, although command of them is usually separate of battle-congregation leadership like myself."
“I see.” She smiled, the idea of this work did excite her. She was itching to get her hands dirty. “I’m sure I can handle it. I’m looking forward to this.”
He went and stood beside Ami "you wish to join the Adeptas Sororitas. Your entire existence is to serve The Emperor of Mankind and His subjects"
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