You lot there, bring it in slowly, mind the furniture I say.
The Lord General commanded as a subtle sound of steel against steel, the slow wail of metal coming to life and the mild acridity of promethium fumes was what announced it, before the evident roar of an engine spurned forth a most marvellous specimen of imperial armor. Whilst cyclops vehicles were typically relegated to demolition roles upon the battlefield this one had been ingeniously modified by mechanicus attache's to battlegroup Arpat in order to serve a renewed purpose customed specifically to benefit the fine patron of this establishment, of whom the Lord General was at times convinced of Aeldari origin, nevertheless, the armored chassis was painted in Arpat's signature dark blue, what appeared a small turret was actually a servitor brain serving as a sort of processing and command unit in order to intelligently interpret commands and carry out tasks.
The vehicle itself had been modified with a host of modalities as to serve a new purpose, a specially attuned disintegration array that essentially functioned as a sort of pressure washer minus the fluid ofcourse and the base of the vehicle contained a vaccum and brush attachment. It was essentially a sort of cleaning automata that could go about cleaning and servicing the establishment without tiring.
Mathius, I present to you this gift on behalf of battlegroup Arpat, the soldiery are quite thankful and approving of you taking charge of providing their rations and the rest and respite that has been enjoyed by many in these reaches, and my personal gratitude for your sincere and prominent efforts to curtail any attempts at mockery, for mockery is ill-suited to mine person, being Lord General ofcourse.
I hope this machine serves you well my friend.
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