>>5458313
>Lady Merciless
>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved

>>5458313
>Lady Merciless
>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved

>>5458313
>The Serpent of The Administratum

>Your worry was that of the astartes, spread far and wide, lost in the galaxy…

>>5458313
>The Harbinger
>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved

>>5458313
>The Harbinger
>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved

I'll leave it out a little long for the name to be chosen but the choice

>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved

Is counted

>The Serpent of The Administratum

>>5458740
>The Serpent of The Administratum
>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved

Counted, update will be posted by the end of the day.

>>5458313
>The Serpent of The Administratum

>>5458313
>The Serpent of The Administratum

The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved. There were some ideas, but even with your GENIUS intellect… there really was no way to “fix” it. Emperor preserve you… thinking about it just makes your head hurt. You already improved some aspects, but that was just patching the small puss of a giant rotting corpse.

“Emperor… I need a vacation.”

Said you, in a pleasure world. To be fair, having work here made it that it wasn’t really a vacation. You had parchments cuts for Emperor’s sake, you deserved more than this nonsense. Your serv- astropath returned with the basket of pplua-pupuwa, a delightful fruit.

“Your refreshments, Madame.”

“Thank you.”

Her name was Illyan Volsung, and she was your chief astropath among the three. The other two acted as telepaths, but Illyan was more of a personal assistant. Along with her telepathic prowess, she was also an expert in-

>Telekinesis
>Divination

Though she wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Her answers were short and boring. You lean back on the recliner, and sigh. As always, you caught the mistakes of recent Administratum shipments. You changed the necessary shipments and other requests. What fools…

“Huh…”

Among the requests, you saw a suspiscious requests and referendums in

>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.
>Schola Progenium, with lots of request for female orphans. Damn that Ecclesiarch. The numbers of the Adepta Sororitas was at the sufficient level!
>Officio Assassinorum, a request for less oversight when there was already barely an oversight. They’re asking to speak to you as well, unofficially.

>>5459219
>Telekinesis
>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.

>>5459219
>>
Telekinesis
>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.

>>5459219
>Divination

Though I'm sure telekinesis would be good for moving phat stacks of paper or self-defence.

>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.

>>5459219
>Divination

>>Officio Assassinorum, a request for less oversight when there was already barely an oversight. They’re asking to speak to you as well, unofficially.

>>5459400
+1

>>5459219
>Telekinesis
>Schola Progenium, with lots of request for female orphans. Damn that Ecclesiarch. The numbers of the Adepta Sororitas was at the sufficient level!

>>5459219
>Telekinesis
>Office of tax

>>5459219
>Divination
>>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.

>>5459219
>Divination
>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.

I knew that OP pic looked familiar! You ran a quest about a pious 40k tank commander a few months ago with that same trip, right?

>>5459219
>>Telekinesis
>>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.

>>5459715
>>5459624
>>5459529
>>5459484
>>5459477
>>5459402
>>5459400
>>5459350
>>5459337
>>5459296

>Divination
>Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… they want to increase the tithe and asking for your approval as well.

>>5459785
Whoops

>>5459715
I did but I ended the thread and wanted to start fresh. It felt like I didn't know what to with it after I ended the first thread.

>>5459785
It's tied 5-5 between Telekinesis and Divination btw

>>5459859
I think you forgot

>>5459402

>>5459859
No wait you're right, it's 5-5, I'll wait for a tie breaker.

>>5459879
>Telekinesis

>>5459881
There's the tie breaker, updating now.

An onslaught of headaches rushed in. It poked, strangled, and spat at your magnificent brain. Office of the Imperial Pursary, bloody tax collectors… scavenging mockers more like. Countless times, you’ve caught their greed slithering for the tithe, the Imperium’s tithe. You were sympathetic to some worlds. They did not have the means to keep up, that was why you tailored each tithe with a system so simple, that an Ogryn could use it.

Alright maybe not an actual Ogryn but any human with a brain could. And now, they have the gall to ask for an increase in tithe, 15% no less. They should’ve asked for your virginity while they were at it if they were going to make such an impossible request. Tax collectors, a profession old as times and how little it has changed…

You place that request aside and go on with the rest of your work. By the cycle’s end, you place the last pile of parchment to Illiad to carry it in the safebox. You return to your quarters, along with your astropaths and servants behind you. As you walked through the gilded halls, the governor’s assistant was waiting for you.

“Madame Undersecretary, how is your stay so far? I hope everything was to your standards since this is the final stop to Holy Terra. The governor wishes to invite you to his dinner.”

You wanted to say no, nut that wasn’t how the game was played.

“Of course.”

“The governor will send you his handmaidens to-”

“I have a dress of my own, thank you.”

“He insists on the gift, Lady Undersecretary. He only wishes to give hospitality.”

Either you do or don’t. Politely refusing would only lead to more pushing. You held a rank higher than the serf, it’d look bad if you refused gently.

>“Very well, let them come and deliver the gift. Tell the governor he has my gratitude.”
>“Did you not hear what I said? Or must I waste my breath once more?”
>Write-in

>>5459898
>>“Very well, let them come and deliver the gift. Tell the governor he has my gratitude.”

>>5459898
>“Very well, let them come and deliver the gift. Tell the governor he has my gratitude.”
It's just a dress, what's the harm

>>5459898
>“Very well, let them come and deliver the gift. Tell the governor he has my gratitude.”

>>5459898
>“Very well, let them come and deliver the gift. Tell the governor he has my gratitude.”

>>5460219
>>5460212
>>5459916
>>5459911
Votes counted, wait for about 30 min or so. I'll be up to make multiple updates today.

You sighed inwardly. You don’t like taking gifts, temporary or not. It was a reminder, a subtle jab in the game of politics, as if to say “you are in my territory.” Though it could be just plain simple hospitality. The handmaidens entered, and proceeded to dress you up in a simple short dress, reaching up to your knees with a light fabric.

The world, Hinto IV, was a tropical jungle with the other half a forest. An odd world but you weren’t here for some expedition. You were here because it was the final stop before a final warp-jump to Holy Terra. The dress itself was thankfully modest, but the gaudy necklace made of crystals and earring and the accessories made your head heavier. You were used to it, but did you hate it. A robe or simple clothes was simply better.

“You’ll be seated with Prefect Hain, he’s also with us.”

The handmaidens led you to the private area, and you were seated on the left side where the planetary governor would sit. That was another insult, you should’ve been at the center! Either way, you waited.

“Good evening, Madame Undersecreatary.”

The man was not the governor, but another guest. One you weren’t told about. One of the prefects of the Imperial Pursary. This was a set up. Emperor strike you now.

“Good evening, Ine.”

“It’s most fortunate tha twe managed to meet. There are some matters I wished to speak to you about.”

A lowly worm like him… he dared to poke the sleeping beast. An ambitious one Ine, he was the fifth most powerful in the Office of the Imperial Pursary. Nowhere near your station.

>“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel.”
>“Is that so? How about I speak to your Master and inform her of this attempt? I read the proposal. And I will not speak of it more other than the denial.”
>Say nothing

>>5460344
>“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel.”

>>5460344
>“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel.”

>>5460344
>>“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel.”

>>5460344
>“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel.”

>>5460344
>>“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel.”

>>5460344
>“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel.”

>>5460357
>>5460378
>>5460382
>>5460397
>>5460465
>>5460532

An overwhelming vote, you guys can afford to be a dick, just saying. Your piosition is right below the High Lords of Terra specifically the Master of The Administratum

“Then reach to my office, instead of speaking to me on an unofficial channel. I’m beginning to wonder if this was really fortunate.”

You sighed loud enough to let him know of your displeasure. But we a man like him, you doubted he knew what that meant. The servants behind you placed the plate and the silverware. Ine, the slimy smarm he is merely smiled that fake smile, and leaned slightly forward.

“I was invited by the governor as well, it must be the Emperor’s grace that you are here as well. I am an admirer of your work.”

You’d sneer. Emperor, you just wish the governor would arrive to end this conversation. Alas, he would not arrive yet. As all fat governors, they take their sweet time. So you were stuck with this gaunt, pale, and creepy man.

“I’m touched, your work as a Prefect has quite the record as well.”

“Your system has always helped us in our calculations. A simple and elegant method that ensures each world can pay their dues.”

“Of course.”

You kept silent, making sure that this was the end of the conversation.

“The old way was barbaric, I’ve met many governors that praise your name ever since you change the rate of the tithe. Quite the relief to them I bet and you know how they are.”

You merely smile and nod.

“Though I do worry, I pray every day to the poor lost souls that was in Cadia. Some planets relied on those brave men and women. Emperor, guide their souls.”

There was a twitch in your bearing. A slight kick in your temper, one of many you bet. Cadia was lost, but that did not mean the tithe was to be changed. You reallocated some of the Regiments, and not all of Cadia was lost. In fact, you were looking for a new world for a new Cadia. A secret side project of yours.

>“It is a tragedy, yes.”
>“Yes, but there are other planets that are just as good as Cadian Guards. They will do their duty. And there are many Cadians who will serve and make a new generation. Cadia is just not a place, Prefect Ine.”
>“Tithes does not always have to be in men, that is why I changed that they do not have to make tithes for psykers, goods, or manpower but just one.”
>Write-in

>>5461116
Whoops again, update made

>>5461116
>“It is a tragedy, yes.”

>>5461116
>“It is a tragedy, yes.”

>>5461116
>“It is a tragedy, yes.”
Better not spill the beans

>>5461224
>
There is no spilling beans in the other choices, not sure what you mean by that.

>>5461240
About that Cadia mk2 pet project

>>5461116
>“It is a tragedy, yes.”

>>5461116
>>“Yes, but there are other planets that are just as good as Cadian Guards. They will do their duty. And there are many Cadians who will serve and make a new generation. Cadia is just not a place, Prefect Ine.”

>>5461288
Yup, no spilling beans.

>>5461116
>“It is a tragedy, yes.”

>>5461116
>“It is a tragedy, yes.”

>>5461116
>“Tithes does not always have to be in men, that is why I changed that they do not have to make tithes for psykers, goods, or manpower but just one.”

>>5461116
>>“It is a tragedy, yes.”

>>5461116
>“It is a tragedy, yes.”

>>5462356
>>5462145
>>5461933
>>5461368
>>5461224
>>5461219
>>5461144

Votes counted

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“It is a tragedy, yes.” You said briskly.

“Yes, and they must be honored.”

“Defined honored, Prefect.”

“Good good you’re all here! Prefect Ine and of course, the ever-bright Madame Undersecretary!”

It was then the governor arrived. A fat man, like hundred thousand of the same. It truly was a mystery how some governors just looked the same. Powdered wig, bloated gut, and the faux-aristocratic way of speaking. Really… was this some fashion you weren’t told about? On the bright side, at least he was a jolly man. If only he wore clothes that were for cold weather… what a surplus of flesh he has.

“Governor Claus.” You nod to him, but stay in your seat.

“Governor, immaculately dressed as usual.”

Ine however, stood. A brown noser through and through. He was out of his seat and bowed to him. This is why you hated blue-blooded nobilities, too eager to take and too eager to please. Behind him were two scantily dressed female servants. You held your prying eyes to the dinner at hand. The food itself was acceptable, you had better. What mattered the most was the conversation itself. Intrigue, socializing, and each word would be measured and judged.

“So, how is your work going, Madame?”

“It’s going well.”

“And how is the dear Lord Ventius?”

Harnan Ventius, the current Master of The Administratum… and your boss. The waste of flesh that does no work other than consuming, shitting, and sleeping. He’d serve better as a servitor.

“He is doing the work of the Emperor, as all we do.”

“Yes, our Master,” Ine emphasized ‘Master’ specially. “Knows better, and we follow his orders to the letter. His age and experience are indisposable. No one is above that. Isn’t that right, Madame? You work with him and know him best.”

>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”
>“Even the oldest and the wisest can still learn new things, Prefect Ine. Leadership only succeeds by being open to new ideas and methods.”
>“I do, but it is not proper to speak of him when he is not present. Governor, this meal is quite exquisite as well as this amarax.”
>Write-in

>>5462583
>>“Even the oldest and the wisest can still learn new things, Prefect Ine. Leadership only succeeds by being open to new ideas and methods.”

>>5462583
>>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”
I wonder how scanty Imperium dresses look like

>>5462677
Most Imperium fashion is what you'd seen in official art, the weather is hot here so most of the time it's very scantily. Imagine Amazon but in space.

>>5462583
>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”

>>5462583
>>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”

>>5462583
>“Even the oldest and the wisest can still learn new things, Prefect Ine. Leadership only succeeds by being open to new ideas and methods.”

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>>5462583
>>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”

>>5462749
Something like this I would think

>>5462583
>He is the wisest of the administratum

We may joke about the imperium's government, but the upper echalons are usually the best of the best in their organisations.
They can't surpass everyone else if they weren't

>>“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”

>>5463432
>>5463078
>>5462949
>>5462791
>>5462677
Votes counted update tomorrow

“Yes, Lord Ventius is wisest of the Administratum. His leadership is truly the best of the Imperium.”

The sentence crawled out of your mouth like a slug, like a mucuous tar that climbed up to your throat. But, you said it. If you would’ve said something about how people can still learn and leadership, it’d lead to an implication that you think you’re the one fit to lead The Administratum… You are but that wasn’t the point. You were fine with being the shadow of your master, since no one would try to stab a shadow.

“He truly is.” Ine said.

The dinner continued with small talks. The state of economy, war, and some other stuff that you did not bother to care about. What they all did was to spew some false concern and useless talks. When neither had the power to do anything, talks were a waste of time.

“Yes, I know of the Governor of Tren III, it was obvious that they couldn’t stand one another. It makes you wonder how they haven’t killed each other yet.”

“Indeed.” Ine said.

Ugh. You just wanted the dinner over and done.

“What say you, Madame? Is there any strapping young man you have an eye on?”

“I don’t.” You sip your wine. “My work keeps me occupied, and the Emperor is all I need.”

This was a lie of course. But this excuse always works. You weren’t exactly an ardent believer. But you weren’t a heretic either.

“All work and no mingling will not do you good, Madame.” The governor said. “I know some young men that would love to meet you. Each one are very distinguished man. A child born from you will be a great influence to the Imperium!”

“Perhaps.”

>Keep eating in silence
>Change the topic
>Try to leave early

>>5464217

>Keep eating in silence
Do we have someone in mind though, when speaking about such things?

>>5464217
>>Change the topic

>>5464246
Yes, our assistant

>>5464217
>Keep eating in silence

>>5464217
>>Keep eating in silence

>>5464246
>>5464285
>>5464319

Votes counted

“Perhaps.” You said icily.

You continued your meal silently. You hoped that they would take the hint that you wanted to just eat, nothing more. Of course, they don’t know a social cue if a lasgun splashed their face. They continued to talk. When your plate was halfway empty, you were full enough, might as well let some servant eat the leftover or something.

“And I said ‘what a fool he had been!’”

They laugh uproariously and you give a polite chuckle. Whatever joke it was. You waited until dessert. No barbarian would even dare to leave before dessert after all.
“And finally, dessert!”

Ugh.

What was in front of you was an iced treat larger than your head. This was simply just a waste of food. Nevertheless, you started to dig into the food. It was sweet with a hint of flowery scent. All in all, it was a pleasant flavor. Finishing it however was impossible.

“You there, serf. Get a container for them and divide them up into seven, and have-” You pause. “Illyan do you want some?”

She shook her head.

“Alright, divided them up into six and deliver it to my servant’s quarters. I no longer have the stomach to finish them.”

“Was it not to you liking?” The governor asked.

“Nothing of the sort. I am only full.”

The dinner concluded cleanly. Inside your quarters you lie on your spacious bed, enough to fit at least three more people. Tomorrow, you would depart for Terra and resume your duty, ending this pleasant vacation. You groaned, knowing that you had to deal with the problem you left back at Terra. The decaying Administratum. Especially the Office of the Imperial Pursary. You bury your head on the pillow, and scream. With much resistance, you awake the next day. You return to your ship, Dauntless-Class Cruister named The Unbroken Quill.

>Skip to arriving to Holy Terra
>Don’t skip arriving to Holy Terra

>>5464821
>Don’t skip arriving to Holy Terra

>>5464821
>>Don’t skip arriving to Holy Terra
I'm interested to know more about our undersecretary

>>5464821
>>Don’t skip arriving to Holy Terra

>>5464821
>Don’t skip arriving to Holy Terra

>>5464821
>>Skip to arriving to Holy Terra

>>5464838
>>5465045
>>5465126
>>5465285
>>5465426

Votes counted, update soon

The Unbroken Quill, your pride and beauty. Your personal room that is. The rest? Eh, you weren’t a tech priest. A squad of tempestus scion guards saluted as you walk by. There were three of squads, so that made a platoon of them under your “command” though the sergeant is the one who really holds the reins.

“Ma’am.”

“Carry on, Sergeant.”

The scarred man stood stood stiff on salute then snapped back into moving Having one to guard you at all times was already a sign of privilege. A platoon of them? It was only what you deserved. You did want the Minotaurs, but their color scheme wouldn’tt go so well with red and gold. It was just bad taste. Not to mention, you weren’t much of a fan. Why did you have the elite guarding you? A platoon of them at that?

Simple.

You and the Commandant of the Schola Progenium were like family. After all, you were raised there. You don’t how you came to the Schola, but all you were told was that once they found out you had a genius level intellect and perfect memory, they chose to train you. You were tutored by the Sisters, Commissars, and especially by the Vanus temple assassins.

With that kind of past, it was easy to get what you want. Though you didn’t ask for Sisters. They were… really naggy. Too zealous. You shudder remembering the number of punishments. Like calf whippings, silent corners, no desserts… the absolute horror it was! Surely your ordeal was worse than whatever they had. Oh who are you kidding you have the easiest and best life.

You return to your room and read some parchments, then re-read them. With nothing to do… well it was the perfect opportunity to kill time. What to do?

>Bother the Sergeant of your Tempestus platoon.
>Check on your serv- astropaths
>Talk to the tech priests
>Pull a prank on a random tempestus, (write-in prank)

>>5465758
>>Bother the Sergeant of your Tempestus platoon

>>5465758
>>Talk to the tech priests

>>5465758
Do we have friends/colleagues/partners/lovers we can talk to? If yes let's speak to them.

>>5465993
Supporting

>>5465758
>>Bother the Sergeant of your Tempestus platoon.

>>5465758
>Bother the sergeant
It's always good to be on good terms with your bodyguard.

>>5465993
+1

>>5465822
>>5466113
>>5466145

No friends/colleagues/partners/lovers, it's a lonely place at the top.

>>5466189
Then we should find some, discretely if we must......

Sergeant it was. Not like he had anything better to do, they were probably doing some fire drills. And right you were. You hear orders being shouted and grunting, lots of grunting. Oh sweet Emperor… were there lots of it. Their bulging muscles, cut abs, and rippling bodies. Each troopers were chosen by you personally. And from there physique, you had an eye for talent alright. You watch from the entrance, then when someone noticed the trooper shouted.

“ATTENION OFFICER ON DECK!”

Damn. There goes your eye candy. You sigh, and walk inside the training room (that you had it specially made for your ship).

“At ease at ease.” You wave your hand lazily. “Sergeant, I’m only here to watch. What training were you doing?”

“Training.”

Sergeant Med-Rum, of the “Tanith First (And Only)” Regiment. You once tried to rename them, since it was just a long and stupid name that made for painful record-keeping. That attempt did not go well, Commissar Gaunt told you to “jump off of the Imperial Palace’s roof.” Easy to say you were not happy about that. What was so wrong about “Tanith Regiment”? Guardsman and their stupid prides. Why can't they be like you and be humble?

“And that is?”

“Just training. Ma’am.”

You never knew why he had such an attitude. You graciously took him out of a horrible life as a guardsman and not once did he thank you for it. Ungrateful man!

“Well, carry on then. I’m just gonna watch.”

“Ma’am.”

The troopers continued their exercise. Running, sparring, exercising. Hmm… what can you do to spice it up?

>Have them wrestle each other
>Have someone answer “which regiment is the best?”
>Trade rations, since you had each tailored for troopers from different planets why not try and see what happens? After all, you did have a Death Korps of Krieg Grenadier.

>>5466272
>Have someone answer “which regiment is the best?”

>>5466272
>>Have someone answer “which regiment is the best?”

>>5466272
>Have them wrestle each other

>>5466272
>>Have someone answer “which regiment is the best?”

>>5466272
>Write in: spill spaghetti

>>5466296
>>5466327
>>5466415

I was hoping for the third one, oh well. Votes counted.

“Sergeant.”

“Ma’am?”

“Have them formed up. I have a question for them, right now.”

You swore you heard some kind of grumble but he had the troopers gathered. You were looking, observing, each and every Tempestus. With the eyes of the ever vigilant, smartest, resilient, and faithful servant of the God Emperor, you pointed at the Tempestus with the red bandana.

“You there, what is the best Imperial Guard regiment?”

“THE CATACHAN MA’AM!”

Alright, you did not expect that loud of an answer. You pointed at the next one, a clean shaven man with no visible tattoo. Though you saw a scarr that rode from the center of his forehead to down to the chin.

“And you.”

“Cadia ma’am!”

You asked on and on, with each representing the regiments. The rest however were from Schola Progenium with few former guardsmem.

>“Whoever wins the wrestling competition, the winner’s homeworld ration be the troop’s ration for the rest of the month.”
>“Hmm. Separate from Schola Progenium and the guardsman. Let’s see who shoots better.”
>Write in

>>5466580
>“Whoever wins the wrestling competition, the winner’s homeworld ration be the troop’s ration for the rest of the month.”

>>5466580
>“Whoever wins the wrestling competition, the winner’s homeworld ration be the troop’s ration for the rest of the month.”

>>5466580
>“Whoever wins the wrestling competition, the winner’s homeworld ration be the troop’s ration for the rest of the month.”

>>5466830
>>5466843
>>5466865

Votes counted

“You there, Catachad.”

“Ma’am?”

“Do you miss your homeworld’s food?”

“Yes ma’am. But I can’t complain, you give us good food.”

Aww, he’s trying to flatter you. Or maybe it was genuine. Either way. You clapped your hands together. An Undersecretarial grin gently stretched on your lips. This would be an attempt to build camaraderie, and for the team to bond more. Yes, there were no immoral factors that led you to make this decision, not at all. You clap your hands together.

“A wrestling competition.”

“Ma’am?” Sergeant said.

“Whoever wins the wrestling competition, the winner’s homeworld ration be the troop’s ration for the rest of the month.”

Except for the Tempestus of the Schola Progenium. The former guardsmen’s eyes lit up brighter than the holy flamer. There was a grin, a predatorial excitement in them blazing ever so brightly. Except for Fives, then again you’ve never seen Krieger ever express an emotion.

“Well, get wrestling!”

And so it began. You had a serf fetch a Millarius’s Light Amasec and watched. The Sergeant watched along side as well.

>“Do you want a cup?”
>“I thought you’d be participating, Sergeant.”
>Write-in

>>5466905
>>“Do you want a cup?”

>>5466905
>“Do you want a cup?”
Get to know our sarge better

>>5466905
>“Do you want a cup?”

>>5466905
>Want a cup?

He doesn't participate for a reason

>>5466905
>“Do you want a cup?”

>>5467217
>>5467214
>>5467153
>>5467143
>>5467113

Votes counted

You would have asked the Sergeant if he would participate. But that meant promising him something you cannot grant. Anything Tanith related were gone. Ration, lasgun patterns, not even a shred of cultural items. That, and he was not the kind of man to participate. All grumpy and serious, you never saw him smile once. Him and Fives, though snagging a Krieger and expecting him to smile was expecting Galaxy-wide peace.

“Would you like a cup?”

“No ma’am.”

You extend your arm toward the Sergeant, who shook his head. You shrugged and placed the cup back on the tray the serf was holding. More for you. The competition went on and on. One colliding muscle after another, one entwined sculpted body

You should do this more often.

The winner was the Catachan corporal, you already saw them foreboding. Catachan rations were one of the least desired rations. Maybe you’ll throw them a double dessert ration or something. At least it wasn’t Krieger rations, if you can even call it a ration. With your entertainment finished, you roam around the ship once more…

>Check out your room
>Go to your astropaths
>Skip to Terra
>Write-in

Survey: What are you looking for in this qst?
>Warhammer 40k Romance
>Poltical thriller
>Being part of/advancing Warhammer lore
>Adventure
>Other:

>>5467758
>>Check out your room

>Warhammer 40k Romance
>Poltical thriller
>Intrigue
I do like how worked up we get a the sight of guardsmen lol

>>5467758
>Go to your astropaths
So are they creepy, very creepy or extremely creepy?

>How about all of the above?

>>5467877
>support

though I don't see how we can do much adventuring as the Undersecreatary already has plans to work on back at the Administratum with putting the taxmen in line and her pet project

not to mention the inevitable dealing's with cleaning up corruption and having to work with and around these head aches
Officio Assassinorum
Schola Progenium
space marines
inquisition
and general problamatic worlds
even if we didn't pick them as her immediate problem at the moment they will crop their heads up in due time

also QM can you tell us where in the time line of events we will be active

>>5467935
I'm sure we'll be able to find some time to leave things in the care of our trusted subordinates during a lull in our work and go off on of holiday at some point (and probably come back to find everything on fire). Or maybe we do a PoV switch to another character to see the down and dirty of the galaxy and the things we deal with on the ground for a while instead.

>>5467877
>>5467935

Votes counted

>>5467935
Gonna be honest, I'm kinda unsure on where to be in. Got a plan in mind, but you know, it's not a good plan I think.

>I don't see how we can do much adventuring as the Undersecreatary already has plans to work on back at the Administratum with putting the taxmen in line and her pet project

I got some ideas on that.

Updates will be up within 30 minutes stay tuned!

Your astropaths. There was the main one Illyan Volsung, then there were Illiadara Volsung, then Illias Volsung. Whoever her parents are, they must be fun at social gatherings as well. You were certain them and the Sergeant would get along well, seeing how both are the most boring people you know. You’ve met astartes that were able to give a better conversation. Nevertheless, they were your servants, meaning you had to make sure they were fine.

You climb up to the navigation room and saw the three of them, standing there. You yawn as you climbed the final steps then sit on the swivel chair nearby. They were doing their thing, talking within themselves and being in the warp. You wonder what that’s like. Being vulnerable to the warp. It made you shiver, and deepen your pity.

“Madame.”

The three sisters bowed in unison.

“There is a message, from the Officio Imperialis Pursarius.”

You roll your eyes.

“Is it from my boss?”

“No, it is from-”

“Then I don’t care.”

The sisters then stood silently, waiting for your next order. Not that you had any. You were bored, though you didn’t know what made you think they would help with that.

“So… how are things?”

“Good.”

They always spoke in monotone. Not a hint of emotion, a shred of humani- alright that’s a bit rude.

“Do you need anything?”

“No.”

“Nothing I can do to make your job easier?”

“No. With your permission, we must prepare for the upcoming travel.”

Indeed… they were same as usual. Emperor, when will the ship finally take off? And what can alleviate your boredom? Now that the triple treats were gone, you were once again alone.

>Go back to your room
>Bother the Tempestus again, they should be done with training by now
>Make fun on your own, you did see a utility cart around
>Write-in

>>5467969
>Make fun on your own, you did see a utility cart around

In addition, recommended soundtrack for this qst

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxzeuaxbabE
Erik Satie - Gnossienne, 1. Lent (04)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGQR3Chf9hE
Stelvio Cipriani - Mary's Theme (1969)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhFHpplFpPI
Tchaikovsky ~ Arabian Dance

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmCnQDUSO4I
Dmitri Shostakovich - Waltz No. 2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gN2VQBTFgc
Memories of Murder OST | "Memories of Night" (Piano Solo Theme)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0X9q1ho0ULQ
A Bittersweet Life OST: My Sad Night

Some music I found fitting for the qst. It's not overly happy, but not downright depressing.

>>5467969
>>Make fun on your own, you did see a utility cart around

>>5467963
I'm enjoying this greatly so far, so you're on the right track. What I'm looking forwards to most is achieving our secret project with a side of romance.

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>>5467969
>Make fun on your own, you did see a utility cart around

>>5467969
>Go back to your room

>>5468005
>>5467995
>>5467977

Yay. Votes counted. Expect at least three updates today guys so stay tuned.

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You were The Undersecretary of The Administratum. You’ve faced hardships many times. No foes ever made you stumble. By Emperor, you won’t let this ordeal defeat you. Then The Emperor answered, with a utility cart standing itself. You took the cart and dragged it to the longest stretch of the hallway. Yes, you know what to do. You first ran fast as possible with the cart in the front and you-

WHEEZED

Whoo. Easy there. You steadied your heart and closed your eyes tight. Your heart beat like a war drum, and your breath squeezed out as if came from rusted pipes. With all the fresh air, you thought you could run. But as always, this accursed body of yours failed you again. You may be an intellectual, have perfect memory, beautiful, kind, gentle, compassionate, loving, and all around a great human-

“Ma’am are you alright?”

“DO I LOOK ALRIGHT TO YOU TROOPER!”

The price was this body of yours. Frail and weak, with a variation of an ancient sickness known as “asthma,” along with some other sickness the Hospitallers could not identify all those years ago. All they told you was that it was the Emperor’s mercy that you kept on living. Steady, like a quill on parchment. You close your eyes tight and let the pain flow out with exhales that escaped between your clenched teeth. You exhale once more, then breathe, then turn to realize the Tempestus was gone. Only to return with a Hospitaller with a stern glare.

“Hey… Testatus.”

She continued to glare. Sister Superior Testatus, she and other sisters were attached incase your illness got worse.

“Room. Rest. Now.” She said.

>“You’re not my boss. And also, you’re gonna help me push this cart while I’m on it.”
>“No.”
>“Alright fine…”
>Write-in

>>5468372
>“You’re not my boss. And also, you’re gonna help me push this cart while I’m on it.”

>>5468372
>“Alright fine…”

>>5468372
>“You’re not my boss. And also, you’re gonna help me push this cart while I’m on it.”

>>5468372
>“Alright fine…”
Don't. Argue. With. The. Doc.

>>5468372
>“Alright fine…”
This is why we need a partner

>>5468372
>“You’re not my boss. And also, you’re gonna help me push this cart while I’m on it.”

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Looks like a tie breaker, so I'll be rolling the dice.
1. “Alright fine…”
2. “You’re not my boss. And also, you’re gonna help me push this cart while I’m on it.”

This was your carved trauma, Sisters of Battle. Those boring stick in the mud that used to thwack your calves. The “By the Emperor you will eat your vegetables and pray before bed!” types. Emperor preserve you! But this was the real world. You are The Undersecretary of The Administratum, not a child of the Schola Progenium. You are an adult. A woman. No pity! No remorse! No fear!

“No.”

“What?”

Emperor save you this was a terrible idea.

“I said…” You swallow, hard. “I said no.”

“Madame. I outrank you when it comes to health of others. So you will rest.”

You cross your arms, puff up your chest, and look straight in her eyes for two seconds.

“You’re not my boss. And also, you’re gonna help me push this cart while I’m on it.”

“No.”

“I’m your boss.” You said.

“My job is to oversee your health. Not to be your servant. Your quarters, now, Alethia.”

Sister Superior Testatus, she was actually not a Hospitaller from the start. She was just another battle sister back then, you knew her when she began as the newest Sister in her unit. She was also charged in babysitti- overseeing your activities during free time.

“No.” You said very heroically.

“Fine then. I’ll just let Canoness-Errant Setheno know.”

You swallow once more, harder. This… this was a bluff.

“You lie. She hasn’t been heard from for years!”

“She is an Canoness-Errant. Not a Repentia. She is merely busy, but she is in Holy Terra last I heard, along with other Canonesses you might know. So please, do what you will. But know that your action will be recorded.”

>Go through it
>Don’t
>Try to compromise

>>5468678
>>Try to compromise
Can you at least push me to my room then?

>>5468704
Supporting

>>5468678
>Don’t

>>5469002
>>5468704

Sounds good.

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“Can you at least push me to my room then?”

“What?”

“I need rest, and moving is physical exertion. Therefore, not moving would contribute to my well being. So can you push the cart with me on it?

Testatus glared that could burn out the sun, but conceded. So there you were on the cart like it was the Golden Throne, alright that might be blasphemy… oh well. So here you are, having two adepta sororitas pushing the cart from the front and Testatus walking from behind. Damn it feels good to be a queen.

“So… is Canoness- I mean Canoness-Errant Setheno really back?”

“She is in Holy Terra, for reasons I do not know.”

“Maybe something to do with Cadia?”

“Perhaps.”

The ride was no longer fun now that subject has been brought up. It has been few days since the fall of Cadia. When you first heard it, the entire palace was up in full lockdown. The amount of contacting and relegating logistics was a nightmare and a half. The Cadians however, stood strong even during their time of distress. Every regiment on that day and even now, gave their support. Should this happened to an astartes homeworld… well that opinion was better kept to yourself.

“Bless their souls.” You said. “Are others arriving as well?”

“Some chapters, Inquisition forces, and other officials. I even hear Ciaphas Cain is arriving. Though that’s to be expected.”

“Well, they can have their own fun. I got work when I get back anyways.”

“I thought you would attend.”

“It’s military talk and other masters of their office can handle it. I need to handle a business with the pursary and I doubt he’ll be invited since Master can just raise it without his permission.”

You were finally back in your room, Testatus gave you a stern warning and left. After that, your ship arrived to Terra. A smooth travel sinec it was a short one. Holy Terra, your home and place of work. It stood tall, gleaming with pride, as it should be. Once your ship landed, the serfs lined in rows with their heads bowed. Testatus left, along with the Tempestus, something about needing to report in to their superiors.

You sighed, all by your lonesome with your servants.

“You girls can rest, I’m gonna take a nap. I’ll call for you when I’m working.”

In the ancient Terran phrase, “fuck” work.

Unbeknownst to many, you taken up residence in your office. Your office already had a restroom and dedicated servants for food and drink. The best part? Better security. So your home in the high-rise was really unnecessary. Not to mention, you had other comfy places in the Imperial Palaces scattered in the forgotten corners.

>Business first, then rest
>Rest first, then business
>Attend the meeting

>>5469240
>>Rest first, then business

>>5469240
>>Rest first, then business

>>5469240
>>Attend the meeting

>>5469269
>>5469349
Counted

You were going for the closest one. Inside your comfy-room no.42, you snuggled inside the blanket and close your eyes. Though sleep did not easily arrive, only after you inspected some parchments it did. After falling asleep due to overworking, sleep only arrived so easily in the midst of working.

You continued to read until a long yawn and warmth interrupted you so gently, your eyes began to feel heavy. You thought about the meeting, but you were pretty sure they didn’t need you. Into the sweet embrace of sleep, and plunge into the sweet dream of…

>Having a harem
>Being work-free
>Being resuced by a handsome prince
>Write-in
>Finally telling off to (choose one: Minotaurs, inquisition, your boss, Marines Malevolent)

The Chamber of Wisdom. Where only the most important figures of the Imperium gather. In this trying times, the temporary council has been called for the defense of Terra and other important worlds. Not everyone had yet to arrive, though some lingered, most simply staying away from the Captain General who was already in the chamber. Among many distinguished individuals, Tu’shan had to wonder if this meeting would work.

The meeting called for any chapter master available. Tu’shan found the idea questionable. Not all chapters were the same and found differences in what was considered priority. Too many differences, different ideologies, they did not mix. One of that reminder was when he saw Asterion Moloc, the chapter master of the Minotaurs. Standing in front of him was… he did not recognize the chapter master, the heraldry had a checker with a heart that had a tear drop.

“You are a failed space marine and a former penitent. You have no place here.” Moloc said.

“The call asked for any chapter masters, any sons of the Emperor would answer the call to defend.” The chapter master said.

“You are not welcomed.”

The meeting had not even begun, and the clash was already beginning. Tu’shan strolled between the two and placed his hand on their pauldrons.

“Brothers, we are in a holy place. Let us honor it with peace. We may bear different seeds but we are one and the same, of hearts and mind.”

Moloc merely scoffed and walked out. The other chapter master watched, and turned toward Tu’shan.

“Thank you, lord Tu’shan.”

“It is nothing to be thanked. You know who I am but I do not know who you are. We are of equal ranks, there is no need for formality.”

“I am Malakim Phoros, chapter master of the Lamenters.”

All gathered in the gigantic hall. More chapter masters arrived, along with other important members of the Imperium. Their seats were well prepared, though Tu’shan did notice one still empty. A tiny seat, made of plain metal behind where The Master of The Administratum sat.

>>5469428
>>Finally telling off to inquisition

>>5469459

“Is everyone here?”

The Master of The Administratum wheezed the words so slowly.

“The Undersecretary is not here.” The Abbess Sanctorum said.

“The what?” One of the lords said.

“We have an Undersecretary?” Another one said.

“The one who signs every parchment in supplies.” Moloc said. “A child who has no respect to distinguished chapters.”

“The one who denied a new shipment of boltshells…” Another chapter master said.

“That bratty child refused my supply requests from my agents. I had to fill it out personally.” An inquisitor said.

It surprised Tu’shan that she was known by other chapter masters, in fact, it seemed that every chapter masters and inquisitors knew as well. As a regent of Nocturne, he had spoken with her frequently and found her to be of excellent adept. The inquisitors discussed with vigorous disdain, and chapter masters recalled the parchments sent with its barbed yet polite words of refusal to their demands.

“Undersecretary Amadeus…”

“As a regent of Nocturne, I speak with her regarding tithes and trades. How do you know her name?”

“She sent a gift once, a rock from Baal on Sanguinala. I don’t know why but she has often taken careful attention to my chapter.”

“Ah yes…” The Administratum Master wheeze again. “The child. She is of little importance. The auto-type will make notes she can read it and make the adjustments later.”

“But there is a seat for her.” Tu’shan said.

“Formality, chapter master, a formality.” A fat lord said with slick condescension.

“She is the one who allocates resources. I have words to share regarding that.” A Lord Inquisitor said.

“I do as well.” Another inquisitor said.

Serfs has been dispatched to find The Undersecretary, an hour later no one had yet to arrive. The Abbess Sanctorum sighed, she whispered to a sister next to her. The sister then left with a glower. Another hour later, The Undersecretary did not arrive.

>The meeting unfortunately carried on without her
>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.
>The door opened, the sister returned along with a morbidly afraid Undersecretary
>One of the chapter masters stood, claiming that he would find her and have words with her regarding supplying and logistics. The chapter master was: (Helbrecht, Pedros Kantor, Lias Issodon, Tyberios Red Wake)

>>5469428
>>Having a harem
>>Being resuced by a handsome prince

>>5469471
>>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.
This should be funny

>>5469471
>Having a harem
>The door opened, the sister returned along with a morbidly afraid Undersecretary

>>5469471
>>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.

>>5469471
>Having a harem

>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.

>>5469428
>Finally telling off to the Inquisition
>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.
let the games begin

>>5469471
>Finally telling off the Inquisition
>The door opened, the sister returned along with a morbidly afraid Undersecretary

>>5469478
>>5469525
>>5469623

>Having a harem

>>5469672
>>5469623
>>5469550
>>5469478
>The door opened, a Custodian and The Undersecretary arrived... with an armful of biscuits.

I'm starting to think you guys live in a different timezone kek

>>5469843
>I'm starting to think you guys live in a different timezone kek
Explain?

>>5469843
You missed my vote here
>>5469469

>>5469866
They were not enough

>>5469864
I get the updates pretty late. So I'm taking a guess that you guys are on a different timezone.

>>5469986
>They were not enough
I have not idea what this means.

>>5469987
Not enough votes

>>5469991
There are three votes for Telling of Inquisition and thrre for Harem.

>>5469994
Whoops, I'll wait for the tie breaker then

>>5470014
I'll vote for telling off the inquisition before retiring to our harem if that's fine. If not then just a harem.

>>5470023
only one option so harem dream it is.

The spoon gently slid between your lips, and a sweet flavor burst forth. The one who had the spoon in hand was a handsome man. The one next to you was also a handsome man. The furniture you sat on? A handsome man. And what were you surrounded by? Handsome men.

A Catachan to your left, a slab of muscle and masculinity. A Cadian to your right, a slab of muscle and masculinity. Then a Modian, a Vostroyan… this was a perfect dream. Then your eyes open. The surrounding interior cruelly reminded you of your place. You bury your head in the blanket, and groan painfully.

This was your life. A slave to the Imperium.

Now it was time for work. First thing first. Business, Officio Imperialis Pursarius it is. You exit the room and within couple corners you see a custodian. You never talked to one, there was no need to. No office existed for them so that meant that you did not need to speak to them. Sure, you’d walk by them once in a while or see them but not once have you talked to them. They never looked at you, talked to you, probably they don’t even acknowledge your existence. But for the first time… one of them looked at you. In your hand was a tin full of small biscuits, and on your shoulder was a small pack filled with parchments, ink, and quills.

“You have been summoned.”

The Custodian’s voice boomed, echoing, a velvety voie smoother than the lightest amasec.

“I… uh. By who, my lord?”

“The council.”

Right. The big council thing. You weren’t going to say no. So you simply nodded and followed the custodes. The giant doors opened, and the entire attention was on you. Awkward.

“You… are finally… here. You are late.” Your boss wheezed.

“Yes yes, I apologize. I did not know my presence was required.”

You walk past the chapter masters, the lords, and whoever the rest were. You sit on the chair behind your boss and listen in.

The discussion finally began. The planets were prioritized and the forces were being allocated. The fall of Cadia scared the Imperium more than anything ever had. You sat behind, munching idly and listening to the old men and women talk. To them being nineteen was practically an infant. As expected… it devolved into an argument.

This is what you wanted to avoid it.

“The shrine world is the God-Emperor’s holiest of places, to put it below agri world is an affront to the GOD-EMPEROR!” The Ecclesiarch said.

“Our homeworld is what bolsters our numbers. We cannot stretch all our forces and leave our home defenseless.” A chapter master Pedros Kantor said.

“The astartes world does not have any tithes, so now is the time to show your devotion, astartes.”

Ooh, it’s rare to see someone had the guts to speak to a Space Marine like that. You continued to listen. At least you are getting a good entertainment out of this.

“Then what does Undersecretary Amadeus think?”

The green astartes spoke, specifically, Chapter Master Tu’shan.

“Me?”

“All of us receive messages from you, young one. Inquistors, Adepta Sororitas, Astra Miltiarum, we ssee your name in every matters of logistics. You are just as important in this conversation.”

“Well…”

Talk about putting you in the light.

>Be pragmatic
>Be faithful
>Just play the “dumb child” card and refer to their “wisdom”
>Ask what the Captain General thinks, he’s been silent
>Pull- an ancient phrase known as- "reverse uno" and ask him instead. He's a regent of Nocturne after all.

>>5470164
>Be Pragmatic
I also think part of a pragmatic choice could be asking the Captain General his thoughts on the matter, maybe after we give our thoughts?

>>5470164
>Be pragmatic
We might be a bit eccentric but there's a reason we're doing the actual work.

>>5470164
>Be pragmatic


only one option so harem dream it is.

am I the only one who see's this as a potential weakness to slaanesh influence

>>5470171
>>5470177
>>5470230

Votes counted

Time to do your job. You put the tin of biscuits away and dust away the crumbs. Then with a clear harrumph, you walk into the center of the hall so all can see you. You saw some notable members. Malakim Phoros, The Captain General, Inquisitorial Representative, just about anyone you didn’t want to see during your daily life.

“Shrine Worlds, as important it is to our way of life, is not a strategic place. The key worlds located as junctions are. With all due respect, Ecclesiarch. Then it will be the agri world, mining world and forge world, then hive world that produces items of war.”

“What of the astartes world then? Are ye saying it is of no importance?” A chapter master said.

You shrugged at what was most likely the representative of the Vlka Fenryka, along with other chapter masters or representatives.

“Astartes worlds have no tithes and have protection. Other worlds does not have the privilege. Agri world does, but worlds that are links to other important worlds does not have protection as it should have.”

You list thirty seven examples, and ensures them that there are far more worlds than the examples you have given.

“And yet they stand despise the lack of it.” A lord said. “Hive worlds that provide goods are more important so they can supply the protection. Surely they require more care.”

That lord, was also a lord of a hive world that made items.

“They stand because I made the order to be protected with already the thin resource there are.”

“Then you have made it thinner! Those idle forces could have been in the use in the glorious war for the Emperor!” An Inquisitor said.

“For the love of- did you not hear me Inquisitor? These are important worlds that cannot be afforded to be lost. Logistics will be cripples if these worlds are taken. Lord High Admiral, surely you know this.”

“I do. You have my support in this.”

Emperor, some relief.

“Mine as well, young one.” Tu’shan said.

Some chapter master gave you their approval as well as did some militant leaders. You were certain taht your ranking was best for everyone’s interest. Being frank, not everyone was required to be here. This was just one big unnecessary meeting.

“If there are no other opposition, I will make the list and have it distributed soon. For the chapter masters here, I will ask for the current number of your forces so I may assess where the five percent of the the forces will go.”

“And who are you to dictate where they go? What does a child who lived so little know of war?” A chapter master said.

>>5470464
>“It was I who gave you the form 85139 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”
>“Then leave if you do not want to follow. This is a collective effort, and if you cannot do that from being a chapter master for so long, I fear for the astartes under your command.”
>“This child speaks with the authority of the Administratum.” You waited for permission to continue, you master nodded at you. “I am not asking you to follow me, I am telling you to follow me. You know my name and what I do, for the sake of your chapter, you will listen to me.”

>>5470468
>“It was I who gave you the form 85139 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”

>>5470468
>>“It was I who gave you the form 85139 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”

As much as I really like the last option, this feels very fitting for The Serpent of the Administratum

>>5470468
>>“It was I who gave you the form 85139 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”

>>5470464
>“It was I who gave you the form 85139 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”

wondering how her boss will speak with her after this if at all considering his second is talking to a room full of powerful folks and clowning on them with what the administratum provides and controls, practically showing "his" power of

>>5470621
>>5470615
>>5470609
>>5470568

Votes counted.

>>5470468
>>“This child speaks with the authority of the Administratum.” You waited for permission to continue, you master nodded at you. “I am not asking you to follow me, I am telling you to follow me. You know my name and what I do, for the sake of your chapter, you will listen to me.”

“It was I who gave you the form MKA8.513.999 with the additional bolter shells and new equipments. Do you recall? It was during the siege in Ghunmas VI. Your chapter, the Iron Crusaders were besiegeing and needed immediate supply support. And I answered with haste did I not, Chapter Master Yagor? I know every chapter’s weaknesses and strengths. Each battle records, homeworlds, preferred terrains, and battle doctrines. Cast aside your pride, chapter master, for the sake of the Imperium.”

You hear no interruption, but silence. You return to your seat and waited for the continuation of the meeting. The rest had been the actual discussion of logistics. You told the chapter masters where their detachments would be, and the supplies they will be given along with other accommodations for some of the… more unique chapters. There were twenty chapter masters, all cooperative grudgingly or not. The rest would be filled by the Astra Militarum.

The Astartes were the last line, and a show of force to anyone that assumed the planets would be defenseless. Some doctrines were made as well as a web that the chapters and regiments would be in charge of and the designation of strategic locations. The actual tactical planning did not need you. Other chapter masters spoke with others in their planning. You were simply the encyclopedia. Right now, you were next to Chapter Master Tu’shan.

“I never met a child such as you, Undersecretary Amadeus. I expected you to be much older.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He laughed, you never heard an astartes laugh let alone a chapter master.

“In a time of turmoil, unity and brotherhood is often forgotten. It is good that you are aware of this.”

“If only the lords and governors would be aware…”

You were no longer needed here. Any encyclopediac information were covered by servitors. More or less, the job was done and you had more important business to attend to.

>Observe some of the guests
>Leave to get some work done
>Write-in

>>5470698
>Leave to get some work done
You didn't file your paperwork last night, Alethia

>>5470698
>>Observe some of the guests

>>5470698
>Leave to get some work done

>>5470698
>>Leave to get some work done

>>5470698
>Get some work done

Very young and bold.

>>5470698
>>Leave to get some work done

>>5470698
>>Observe some of the guests

>>5470913
>>5470880
>>5470743
>>5470735
>>5470715
>>5470711

Wagie time

Without much work needed you planned to return to your office. You left waging war to those waged war. Your station was for domestic matters. Your office is wide, adorned with red velvet carpet and gold trinkets. Souvenirs from planets, gifts from officials (the ones you liked that is). You slump on your seat. After a ritual of sighing you sit up and pull the cord.

The said cord connected all the way to your servant’s quarters and to your astropaths. You prepared your work station. Then you whipped out your inkwell, quill, and parchment. Soon enough, your servants arrived. First thing first, you sent a message to the Officio Imperialis Pursarius. The rest of the work came flowing in.

Officios of different sections arrived. Supply requests of weapons, rations, building materials, all came flooding, asking for your approval. These were after the usual filter that sent them to worlds that were eligible for automatic approvals. Emperor forbid, if all work came to you. A complicated request with odd circumstances was the usual that came your way. Inquisitors, sergeant astartes, governors, or individuals of such rankings had to be looked at with a keen eye. You passed the twenty fifth parchment to your servant to deliver. A sudden knock interrupted your work.

“Thank you.” You said to the servant, then you spoke to one of the adepts working in your office. “Well?”

“Madame, you have a guest.” You adept said.

“No, do I? I thought someone just hit my door and left. I know there’s a guest I’m not deaf. Check out who it is.”

“At once, Madame.”

The adept open the door ajar, the said door then swung open and in-entered the astartes, more specifically, Asterion Moloc. It was astartes like him that you wanted a high ceiling, and the reason why you sometimes wondered if shooting yourself in the head would be a less of a painful experience.

“Chapter Master Moloc, how can I assist you?”

“Why was he here?”

“Who my lord?”

“Malakim Phoros. The chapter master of the Lamenters.”

You knew that name, and their record. Odd thing about the Imperial archive, your second home, when you were eight you read the records and records. It was a quiet place, and a place to hide from Sisters and tutors. If there was one chapter you symapthized the most, it was the Lamenters. Their records were… what every astartes should be. Not that you had the galls to say that.

“Because he was here to provide aid. Like the rest of the chapter masters came here.”

“You know why they are not welcomed. They are cursed.”

>“They have penanced and have been forgiven. I do not see an issue here, my lord.”
>“Unless I see other chapter masters contest the Lamenter’s presence. I do not see a reason to turn away aid.”
>“Cursed? I will not refuse help because of superstitious nonsense. Good day, chapter master.”
>Write-in

>>5471670
>>“Unless I see other chapter masters contest the Lamenter’s presence. I do not see a reason to turn away aid.”

>>5471670
>>“Unless I see other chapter masters contest the Lamenter’s presence. I do not see a reason to turn away aid.”

>>5471670
>“Unless I see other chapter masters contest the Lamenter’s presence. I do not see a reason to turn away aid.”

“We are in a dark time, Chapter Master. Our forces are thin. Astartes, Astra Militarum, the Adeptus Mechanicus. The supplies, food, the very materials for a lasgun are strained. Unless I see other chapter masters contest the Lamenter’s presence or they are declared as heretics. I do not see a reason to turn away aid. Good day, chapter master.”

“We are not finished.”

“That is not for you to decide, chapter master.” You hissed.

The hulking giant, the so-called “angel” approached closer. If he wanted to, he could pop your head right then and there. But your status and position protects you. He knew that as well. It was you who uprooted the entire Administratum and made it into a functioning bureaucracy. Seventy thousand reforms were made by you, both small and large. It was your logistics and choices that fed and armed the Imperial forces.

“They will bring ruin to the planet they are to protect.”

“We will see if that is the truth. Good day.”

You stare down at Moloc. You had feelings about that astartes. The Minotaurs’s archive was one of disdain and dishonor. They were thieves. Simple as, you were ordered not to answer the petitions of grievance from anyone due to them being the personal attack hound of the High Lords. Moloc left, and once he did you were able to breathe again.

“Madame, should I call the Hospitallers?” Illyan said.

“No no, I’m fine. Come on, let’s get to work.”

>See if there are errors in auditing
>Check on Officio Agricultae
>Check on complaints made toward your office
>Get yourself some tea

>>5471896
>>Check on complaints made toward your office

>>5471896
>See if there are errors in auditing

Whew, I finally caught up.

Anyways, we need to make sure the information we are getting is actually accurate.

>>5467758
I know I'm late, but like to throw my opinion into the lot for the record and say...

>All of the above with an emphasis on the political thriller and advancing the lore aspects.

>>5471896
>See if there are errors in auditing
there's always more corruption and incompetence to find

>>5471896
>>See if there are errors in auditing

A mountainous amount of parchments laid all across your large office. The audit was done teo ways. Parchments marked “automatic” meant the usual shipments expected from the said requester. The “special” would be outside of the expected supply requests. The third class would be the “don’t bother questioning it,” meaning it was from High Ranking Inquisition agents, First Founding Chapters, or Officio Assassinorum and so on. Then the said parchments would require a double confirmation. Not only to save your ass, but to ensure it was correct.

Then the fourth category would be “odd/call the Inquisition.” They were the parchments filed with wrong numbers from previous matches or misspelling of the classification code. You did your best to update the classification code, but Emperor, it feels like you hardly made a difference. You often called the inquisition so you couldn’t be accused of aiding heresy. It came to a point that they agreed no guilt was in you should you unknowingly approve supplies for soon-to-be-traitors/heretics.

“Your tea, Madame.”

“Hn.”

The floral flavor burst on your tongue, and the aroma vanquished the smell of ink and parchments. Illyan and her sisters moved parchments or delivered messages, most being ignored unless it was from someone that mattered.

Parchment after parchment, you meticulously read the audits. The door was knocked again. You chose to be silent and signaled to your serf to not open the door. It was knocked again, a polite one at that. Despite it, you were still.

>the door did not open when your answer was silence
>you sighed and gestured your serf to open the door.
>after a brief silence the person spoke “open the door, now, Alethia.”
>the door opened itself

>>5472421
>the door opened itself

>>5472421
>you sighed and gestured your serf to open the door.

>>5472421
>>the door opened itself

>>5472421
>>you sighed and gestured your serf to open the door.

>>5472421
>>after a brief silence the person spoke “open the door, now, Alethia.”

>>5472421
>after a brief silence the person spoke “open the door, now, Alethia.”

>>5472434
>>5472452

>>5472438
>>5472488

>>5472575
>>5472589

Tie breaker please. Also, how are you all doing? It's almost thanks giving, hope you anons will have a good holiday.

Off topic question of the day, what other thread do you guys go to other than /qst/? I go to /tg/
Qst question: Aside from Roboute (my favorite Primarch ngl), which Primarch do you want to see returned?

>>5472421
>>after a brief silence the person spoke “open the door, now, Alethia.”

>>5473020
Vulkan due to his crafting or the Lion.

>>5472421
>after a brief silence the person spoke “open the door, now, Alethia.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SECVGN4Bsgg

>>5473051
>>5473056

Alright tie breaker made, the question is still up for answering.

Off topic question of the day: What other thread do you guys go to other than /qst/? I go to /tg/

Qst question: Aside from Roboute (my favorite Primarch ngl), which Primarch do you want to see returned?

>>5473074
/tg/, hanging out in /wbg/ and /cyoag/ (I've authored a few CYOAs), but I just mostly hang out here.
Vulkan would be the coolest to have back if he didn't immediately try (and fail) to off himself again after seeing the state of the Imperium.

>>5473074
sp, lit, vg, and vst

>>5473056
>>5473051
Tie breaker counted

“Open the door, Alethia.”

Your blood ran cold. No no no, SHE’S HERE. You motion to your serfs to stand in line and prepare. You ordered Illyan to gather the stacks of parchments into neat piles. It was her. Your mentor, your tutor. Canoness-Errant Setheno. Her white hair shimmered underneath the lights above, and her armor gleamed menacingly. But most of all, it was her stern glare that kept you afraid- careful. Careful, not afraid. No, you weren’t afraid at all.

“Altheia, open the door.” There was a short pause “Now.”

OH FRAG.

“Well what are you standing around for? Open the bloody door!”

The giant double door, even large for tall astartes. At the center was the Abbess Sanctorum, and next to her was Setheno. The serfs bowed, while you remained standing at the center. You then bowed once they approached closer.

“Abbess Sanctorum Morvenn Vahl. It is an honor to have you here.”

“Hpmh,” she then gestured to Setheno.

“Alethia.” Sister Setheno said.

“S-s-sister Setheno. Good to see that you’re still so… so… uhm… ” You swallowed hard. “Very youthfu-”

She did not look youthful, it looked like a land raider’s track marks replaced the wrinkles.

“I hope you are in a good-”

That somber frown of hers… it looked like she ate fun for breakfast and shitted out rusty bolter shells.

“Your armor’s very…”

Her armor needed an ironing out that not even Belisarius Cawl could fix it.

>“Uh… you look very much alive.”
>“Tea?”
>“Sister Testatus says hi.”

>>5473219
Please use this one to vote!

Question still remains, but what I want to know more is: What primarch would you like to see returned?

>“Uh… you look very much alive.”
>“Tea?”
>“Sister Testatus says hi.”
>Write-in

>>5473225

>“Tea?”

On the previous question I only visit tg and quest and regarding to one of Anon's posts Vulcan is to precious for this galaxy.

>>5473225
>"Sister Testatus says hi."

>>5473225
>>“Tea?”

>>5473250
>>5473229

>>5473225
>“Tea?”

You sigh, you hated talking to Sororitas. They would not know fun if it bit them in the face, like the astartes, Sisters of Silence, adepts, High Lords, arbites, custodians, astropaths… Why is it that you were the only person that wanted remotely entertaining? Emperor, and it’s almost Sanguinala too…

“Sister Setheno, Abbess Sanctorum Vahl, would you like some tea?”

“Hot water will do.”

You smile politely.

“Of course, then I’ll have some for my-”

“Indulgence of flesh will lead you astray, you will also have hot water. You look more bloated than the last time I saw you.” Sister Setheno said.

Let that slide… deep breaths.

“It’s just tea.” You gritted it out.

“Do not talk back to me.”

You sighed.

“Yes Sister Setheno…”

“And do not sigh like some mouth breathing mutant. Stand up straight, and must you wear such gaudy clothing?”

Emperor preserve you.

This was the worst. Here you were, your old tutor and the current Abbess Santorum with a glass of hot water. No no, it's fine. It’s not like you wanted some tea and biscuits. No, it’s fine. This is PERFECTLY FINE.

“So, Sister Setheno, what business brings you here today?”

“Must you always rush into politics? Your time here is granted by the Emperor, learn to cherish it not with work, but the grace he has given you such as time as this.”

You wanted to point out that every sororitas technically worked endlessly with almost no free time. But then you’d be hit with the “it is our duty and our life is duty blah blah blah.” After an hour of silent prayed, you finally drank the now lukewarm water.

“I received reports that you have been skipping exercises.”

Must… fight the urge to… roll eyes.

“I don’t have time for that, I have work.”

“A body is like a temple, Alethia. The God-Emperor only blesses those with clean temples.”

“I kno-”

“You clearly don’t. Testatus is not just some hospitaller you call for whenever you need more medicae. She’s there to keep your spirit and body pristine.”

“I’ll do better, Sister Setheno.”

“And you look thin. Have you been eating?”

She just called you fat and now skinny?

“I… I’ve been eating. I promise.”

“What troubles you? Lies are poison to the spirit and the first step to heresy.”

“Decius IX Verse 20:22.” It was a habit. Though it wasn’t hard to memorize the Lectitio Divinitatus

She finally nodded in approval.

“Speak your worries.”

>“Cadia.”
>“I… I don’t want to talk about it.”
>Write-in

>>5473265
>“Cadia.”

>>5473265
She's known for being able to see corruption and lies at a glance, so lets not lie.

>The logistics of the new rift are tiring and their implications are greatly troubling. But the Emperor protects, R-right? So why are you here?

Deflect from the fact we're shit scared of her.

>>5473294
+1

>>5473294
Supporting

>>5473616
>>5473294
>>5473305

Counted

There was no point with lying to her. She could smell lies like you could see an error on the audit.

“As you know there has been new rifts, small ones but it still causes trouble and the implications are greatly troubling. I had some scholars tell me there will be a much bigger one. The Emperor protects, but it still worries me.”

“I understand your worry, but it is in these times you must be stronger, and your faith more stalwart than before.”

You did not like the word “fate.” After reading long enough in the archive, located far below the Imperial Palace, you learn one or two things that kicked your faith’s groin. But you smile. Utter words like that, then you were sure you’d be declared heretic. Though it was true, the small but multiple rifts worried you. You’ve been in politics long enough.

“I will. But I need to ask, why have you come? You’re a Canoness-Errant.”

“I saw what you did, your roots are at Schola Progenium and the Ecclesiarchy. You should have put shrine worlds higher in priority.”

“But-”

“I’m well aware of your duties, I’m here to warn you that you should put priority on the Ecclesiarchy once in a while. Those power hungry fools are seeing you as a problem, especially after some of the reform you placed on them.”

“You mean restrictions. I don’t know why you are here, the Sororita’s authority did not change.”

“They still have connections. So be careful. Try not to, do you understand?”

“Yes Sister Setheno.”

“Good, I will see you again.”

The day went on without other guests. Today’s work were done, and you had free time.

>Go to the local chapel
>Go to the secret imperial archive below
>Walk around the imperial palace

>>5473804
>Go to the secret imperial archive below

>>5473804
>Go to the secret imperial archive below

>>5473804
>>Walk around the imperial palace

>>5473804
>Walk around the imperial palace

tie breaker plz

>>5473804
>Go to the secret imperial archive below

It's seeeecret.

>>5474097
tie breaker counted

The Imperial Secret Archive, it was a place that you were sure no one knew. Not even the inquisition. Through multiple corners, routes, and shortcuts, the stairs that lead down remained the same. The depth of the Imperial Palace, not too far where it smelled like something died, but deep enough to have the mysterious atmosphere.

The cavern glowed in warm amber, and like a great maze, the shelfs of the archive stretched like the fires of war. It was here that you learned the true history of Horus Heresy. The Emperor’s wish to eradicate religion, and even some portraits made by the Remembrancers during the Great Crusade. This wasn’t hoarding, it wasn’t as if you weren’t denying anyone entry. If they didn’t know how was this your fault?

In the usual corner, you lay down the soft blanket and a bottle of water and reach for the next archive. You were reading about the Great Crusades, the 501st part that is. You were actually 1.549.998.M32, though there wasn't anything interesting about it. The Great Crusade era and the Horus Heresy era have always been the most fun to read.

Then there was a sudden thump. Heavy footsteps you know well of, the custodes. On one hand, you weren’t sure if they would be tolerant of your presence, or they would kill you. Either way, you needed to go, now.

>Wait until the custodes leave
>Try to sneak out
>Act like you belong here
>Write-in

>>5474351
>>Act like you belong here
Chances are they already know we're here.

>>5474351
>Act like you belong here
they know we are here and there is know way we can hide from them

>>5474351
>>Act like you belong here

>>5474351
>Act like you belong here

>>5474355
>>5474403
>>5474458
>>5474484

Votes counted

But… Can you out-sneak a custodian? Thinking about it, running away would make you look guiltier. Not to mention, you were ninety percent sure that they knew you come here. They are the Adeptus Custodes, the Talons of The Emperor. You were sure they had an eye on you wherever you went. You stood up and placed your hands together. The steps came closer… and closer… until you saw the golden armor appear.

He looked down at you.

And you looked up.

After a few seconds, he continued whatever custodians do. You suppose… your presence did not matter. You stayed inside the archive longer. You finally pick up on M36, the date of the 21st founding, the “cursed founding” as it was referred to. The Lamenters, Minotaurs, and The Black Dragons were the “lucky” chapters. Poor Lamenters…

Though… maybe it was a time for a new founding. Though you very mouch doubted you’d live until the new founding even takes a step with the High Lords. But casualty rate of astartes spoke otherwise. And with Cadia’s fall, it would not be so difficult. You rolled up your blanket and headed for the stairs. When you returned to your office, there was a sealed parchment. Your serf said it was from an “important individual.” The sealed parchment was from your master. The parchment was about a new task.

>Your task was to arrange and plan the ball, a show of might of the Administartum
>Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum
>Your task was to gather information on the Ecclesiarchy, and the relation between them and the Schola Progenium
>Your task was to mediate between the Inquisition and the Space Wolf, it seemed there was a close for a violent incident. As you dealt with both, and have no bias for both, you were asked.

>>5474572
>Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum
I sense opportunity for high-class shenanigans and messing with the nobles

Miscellaneous question, when and where are we in the galaxy? Since we're in M41 after the fall of Cadia, I assume we're in the Imperium Sanctus sometime after the Indomitus Crusade.

>>5474572
>>Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum

>>5474572
>Your task was to gather information on the Ecclesiarchy, and the relation between them and the Schola Progenium

>>5474572
>Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum

>>5474572
>>Your task was to arrange and plan the ball, a show of might of the Administartum

>>5474572
>Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum

>>5474585
we are only days after the fall of cadia in a secret library of the emperor's palace on holy terra

>>5474844
Seems I need to improve my reading comprehension. Anyway, that could be very very bad if the Noctis Aeterna is still in progress and the Battle of Lion's Gate is yet to happen and makes going to a ball in the middle of it all the more amusing

>>5474572
>>Your task was to arrange and plan the ball, a show of might of the Administartum
Seems the like the kind of political nonsense the boss would have us do.

>>5474572
>>Your task was to attend a ball in one of the highest class of the pleasure world, as the representative of the Departmento Munitorum