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>>5678872
>remember seeing this progress through several parts
>now it's back to 0
What in the Emperor happened?

>>5678879
Like I said, I didn't like how it was paced and I just didn't like how it was made due to multiple mistakes I've made such as writing, pacing, and all in all just terrible quality. It felt necessary to do it again. Sorry, anon.

>>5678871
>Go now

>>5678871
>>Wait for Pugio to come back with your medicine
Why the redo?

>>5678930
I feel like asking this question after it's been answered twice is going to be incredibly irritating to the QM.

>>5678871
>Wait for Pugio to come back with the medicine.

Hey QM what gives? Why are we starting over again!

>>5678871
>Wait for Pugio to come back with your medicine

>>5678871
>>Wait for Pugio to come back with your medicine

>>5679176
>>5679014
>>5678971
>>5678930

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“If he says at my convenience, then I’ll just take that.”

Some of the parchments needed some reading after all. Excluding a few officios such as Officio Tactica, Prefectus, and Tempestus, you oversaw most of the offices. The rough parchment in your hands rubbed against your skin, and the ever so familiar earthy scent of ink occupied your nose as usual along with synthetic candle wax.

“Put these in the later pile will you.”

“Yes madam.”

Your office was large as a High Hive homes, filled with parchments, quills, ink, all neatly stacked by the non-personnel adepts. The chandelier above illuminated most of the room, but candles and lanterns lit the untouched corners. The amber lights flushed your office, reflecting against the golden interior and clean velvet floor. Most nobles of governors would literally kill to have an office like yours. The door creaked open so quietly, a face peeked out.

“Tanto, what are you doing?”
Tanto did not say much other than bringing her face into the office with a nervous smile.

“W-Well…”

The door opened, and what followed her was three carts full of parchment all chained together. Tanto entered along with ten more adepts to pull the cart. You bitterly grimace.

“They certainly went out of their way to assist me. I told them records on lythimite mining in Hoxxes III in subsection five-two-three.”

“Yes madame, I did say that but this was their records.”

“It better be. Or I’m going to bust-”

A violent hack ripped your sentences. There was the sensation again, a crushing pressure on your lungs with sharp pain piercing your heart. You tried to reach for the cabinet, but the pain today was bent on making you miserable.

“Madam.”

Sig opened the cabinet and took out the medicine.

“Thank you, Sig.”

Two pills, the pain began to subside slowly. In the middle of your work Pugio finally arrived.

“I apologize for my lateness, madam.”

“Took-” You coughed. “Your time, didn’t you?”

“My apologies.”

You waved your hand dismissively then stuffed the second medicine in your pocket.

“Pugio, read these parchments. I need to go and see Highlord Haemotalion.”

After a ride from the grav-cart, you arrive at your superior’s office, a place far larger and grander than yours occupied by a less grander man. Through the double door of golden magnificence, you see him looking out the window.

“My lord.”

“You’re here, good.”

Sunken eyes, wrinkly skin like folded leather, Irthu Haemotalion was a man that took so much rejuvenation-batch that you were certain the treatment took an opposite effect. No matter how many extravagant clothes he wore or cover himself in gold, the disguise did not hide his miserable look.

“How is your work going?”

>“It is well.”
>“Same as usual, my lord.”
>“Have I made a mistake?”

>>5679254
>“Same as usual, my lord.”

>>5679254
>“Have I made a mistake?”

>>5679254
>“Same as usual, my lord.”

>>5679254
>“Same as usual, my lord.”

>>5679254
>>“Same as usual, my lord.”

>>5679498
>>5679491
>>5679374
>>5679284
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“Same as usual, my lord.”

Haemotalion went around the table and stood over you, a thin sticked man bloated with golden junk. He glared as he always did, judging. He raised his hand and the back of his hand, along with the knuckle struck your cheeks. You tasted metal, and saw his ring shine underneath the chandelier.

“If it was ‘same as usual’, I would not be calling you would I stupid girl.”

You clench your jaw. He must be in the ‘I’m just going to vent my anger at someone/something’ mood today. Haemotalion’s ire gaze targeted you again.

“Well?”

“It is as you say, my lord. Forgive me.”

“My eye in the Officio Sabatorum reports of incorrect filings too coincidental to be an accident. The prefect will be going to Erwin V for a social gathering and had the galls to invite me as well.”

The icy voice croaked out like a squeezed sludge like a nutrient paste. He clasped the parchment in his hand tightly, the envelope must have been the invitation.

“You will go in my stead, investigate. If you can’t find any evidence plant one, it seems that I left that office alone to a point where they think they’re independent from the Administratum. You have my leave.”

“My lord.”

You bow, and return to your office. The pitiful gaze of your personnel-adepts brought a bile in your stomach. You huffed your chest out and walked and sat at your desk. You dab your lips with your handkerchief.

“Do I look like a show to you all?”

The non personal adepts averted your gaze and returned to work.

“Sig, fetch my dress and my chain of office. I will be heading to Erwin V tomorrow. Hold the office down while I’m gone.”

“I will, madame.”

The next day you were onboard an escort ship heading toward Erwin V. Inside your chambers, you laid on your bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling. You hear a knock.

“We will arrive in three hours, madam.”

You turn over on the bed.

“Thank you.”

Right… you need to pick your dress soon. There wasn’t a dress code per say and it was a social gathering meaning all kinds of dress would be seen. So let’s just go with…

>Your uniform, a red and gold standard dress, while not flashy it allows your to move well to a degree and it’s a safe choice.
>A soiree dress, a black dress with dark blue accent with a slit to show your legs and exposed back, the dress clung to you skin except for the lower parts, scandalously charming, you were sure some would be much more bold than you.
>A formal ball dress of black and pink accents, adorned with flowers as ornaments, difficult to move in but formal and another safe option.

>>5679597
>>A soiree dress, a black dress with dark blue accent with a slit to show your legs and exposed back, the dress clung to you skin except for the lower parts, scandalously charming, you were sure some would be much more bold than you.

>>5679597
>A soiree dress, a black dress with dark blue accent with a slit to show your legs and exposed back, the dress clung to you skin except for the lower parts, scandalously charming, you were sure some would be much more bold than you.

>>5679597
>A soiree dress, a black dress with dark blue accent with a slit to show your legs and exposed back, the dress clung to you skin except for the lower parts, scandalously charming, you were sure some would be much more bold than you.

>>5679597
>A soiree dress, a black dress with dark blue accent with a slit to show your legs and exposed back, the dress clung to you skin except for the lower parts, scandalously charming, you were sure some would be much more bold than you.

>>5679597
>A formal ball dress of black and pink accents, adorned with flowers as ornaments, difficult to move in but formal and another safe option.

>>5679597
>A soiree dress, a black dress with dark blue accent with a slit to show your legs and exposed back, the dress clung to you skin except for the lower parts, scandalously charming, you were sure some would be much more bold than you.

>>5679982
>>5679827
>>5679807
>>5679787
>>5679617

Wow that's an overwhelming vote on the soiree dress. Update will be tomorrow

>>5680429
Dress votes always gets anons excited

The cabin aft door opened with a pressurized hiss. What greeted you was the blue accented purple sky and a gentle breeze softly sweeping the hanger. The platform extended to the floor below, you descended. A row of servants on both sides of the walkway hung their heads. At the center was a man dressed in blue three buttoned uniform with golden epaulets.

“Welcome to Erwin Vv, Madam Undersecretary.”

“Governor, you didn’t have to come all the way here to personally greet me.”

The Governor’s square head bobbed as he chuckled, as did his square shoulders.

“Nonsense, it is always a pleasure to greet the Administratum. Please, give my regards to High Lord Haemotalion.”

Your lips turned upward to a perfect degree, not too much and not too little, a perfect bureaucratic smile.

“Of course.”

His oval eyes with sharp ends of his eyes scanned you briefly. He idly twirled his well groomed sideburns.

“And may I say, you look absolutely enchanting tonight.”

You nod politely, keeping the same muscle irritating smile.

“Thank you.”

Erwin V was a pleasure world, and it showed. Sleekly carved statues adorned the unnaturally clean streets, not even a speck of dirt. Ivory and gold, or at least the color of black and gold was the motif along with tall structures containing Emperor knows debauchery it held. Their main imports? Secrets.

>“I’ve heard other members of the Administratum have come. My lord would like to know, and youd hate to upset him no?”
>“Are there any other esteemed guests that arrived? I do hate mingling with those of different stations. You understand, Governor. Servants of the Throne like you and I.”
>“These buildings, I assume they are secure and private? I do hate it if some of my colleagues find me here, if they are that is. But you would tell me, won’t you?”

>>5680972
>“I’ve heard other members of the Administratum have come. My lord would like to know, and youd hate to upset him no?”

>>5680972
>>“These buildings, I assume they are secure and private? I do hate it if some of my colleagues find me here, if they are that is. But you would tell me, won’t you?”

>>5680972
>“These buildings, I assume they are secure and private? I do hate it if some of my colleagues find me here, if they are that is. But you would tell me, won’t you?”

>>5680972
>>“These buildings, I assume they are secure and private? I do hate it if some of my colleagues find me here, if they are that is. But you would tell me, won’t you?”

>>5680972
>“Are there any other esteemed guests that arrived? I do hate mingling with those of different stations. You understand, Governor. Servants of the Throne like you and I.”

>>5680972
>“These buildings, I assume they are secure and private? I do hate it if some of my colleagues find me here, if they are that is. But you would tell me, won’t you?”

>>5680972
>“These buildings, I assume they are secure and private? I do hate it if some of my colleagues find me here, if they are that is. But you would tell me, won’t you?”

>>5680983
>>5681007
>>5681108
>>5681592
>>5682010

Counted

“These buildings, I assume they are secure and private? I do hate it if some of my colleagues find me here, if they are here that is.”

You put your palms together, head cocked to one side with the formal smile.

“But you would tell me, won’t you, Governor?”

The governor slightly flinched, looking down on the ground then back to you to avoid your gaze for a moment most likely calculating his risks. If he was smart, he’d make the right choice.

“Prefect Song of Officio Sabatorum is here.”

You flick your fan close and aim the tip at the Governor’s chin.

“Someone from such an office is here and you didn’t tell me right away?”

The Governor put his hands together appeasingly.

“You must understand, Erwin V holds privacy as its most important quality.”

“And how do you know him enough to invite him here?”

“He’s a client like many of my acquaintances.

Officio Sabatorum, one of countless branches of Administratum but they served a special purpose. You wouldn’t put them in a combat branch such as Officio Prefectus or Ordo Tempestus. Their specialty was sabotage or complete destruction of key assets of an enemy. Though sometimes it was acquisition, though that was what made them a worrisome branch. Some adepts and high ranking officers were caught selling them to the black market, and if a prefect was really involved that’d be another headache.

“Will he be at the soiree?”

“I’m not sure, madame.”

>“Oh come now, Governor. I merely wish to speak to him colleague to colleague. I wasn’t able to reach him and this might be a good time to speak with him”
>“Governor, do not mistake my question as a request. You will tell me where he is and will be tonight. Unless you wish to feel the weight of the Administratum.”
>“Very well, I do hope that’s the case. I do not tolerate liars, and so does the Administratum.”
>Write-in

>>5682165
>“Governor, do not mistake my question as a request. You will tell me where he is and will be tonight. Unless you wish to feel the weight of the Administratum.”

>>5682165
>>“Oh come now, Governor. I merely wish to speak to him colleague to colleague. I wasn’t able to reach him and this might be a good time to speak with him”

>>5682165
>“Oh come now, Governor. I merely wish to speak to him colleague to colleague. I wasn’t able to reach him and this might be a good time to speak with him”

>>5682165
>>“Oh come now, Governor. I merely wish to speak to him colleague to colleague. I wasn’t able to reach him and this might be a good time to speak with him”

>>5682165
>>“Oh come now, Governor. I merely wish to speak to him colleague to colleague. I wasn’t able to reach him and this might be a good time to speak with him”

>>5682728
>>5682583
>>5682389
>>5682271

Counted

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[QM Note: The damn Taussy got me acting strange no there won't be any Taus.]

“Oh come now, Governor. I merely wish to speak to him colleague to colleague. I wasn’t able to reach him and this might be a good time to speak with him”

The governor shook his head firmly, you held firm but made sure to remember this act of defiance.

“I am sorry, Undersecretary. I cannot do that. Only either an inquisitor or a high lord can make such a burdensome and reputation running order. You are neither, even if you are directly under his rank.”

Prim and proper, you nodded. You’d have your revenge, and he’d regret the day when it would come. If the Governor won’t help you then you’d have to do it yourself.

“I hope there isn't any resentment, this is only business. Many members of this planet-”

“It is alright.”

No, no it was not. But if you’d push further it’d only show how desperate you needed him. There were other ways to extract information. A gathering like this was your hunting ground. Finding information was easy when nobles and powerful figures alike had loose tongues once the amasec hit. There was a skull servo in your ship- well Haemotalion’s ship that is. That paranoid old man. Maybe even a cherub but you’d have to check later. This social mingling was a party in disguise, and a party such as this wasn’t a one day affair.

“May I at least escort you to the garden? The ball room has yet to open so people are mingling there.”

“You may.”

You saw his hand facing palm up to beckon yours. Once he realized you would not give him the pleasure, he smoothly drew back. You followed him to the main area of the garden, already garnering some steady eyes of some.

“My, that’s the Undersecretary.”

“Must be here to represent High Lord Haemotalion…”

“Hmph, a child like her barely fits that dress.”

You were not famous among nobles, though you did have a reputation through your work. Especially when it came to securing more funds or rooting out greedy lords. Your name was spoken often with scorn. The Governor turned toward you.

“Here we are.” The Governor gestured to the beautiful garden. “Please, enjoy the pre-gathering.”

“I shall, thank you.”

The Governor left. Ugh, if only a servo skull was here… hearing their words would have been easier. You seriously need to remember getting that.

Now, how should you eavesdrop into others?

>Sample some of the food as you eavesdrop
>Grab a amasec champagne and wait until the main party starts,
>Perhaps there are others in the quiet part of the garden
>Observe what kind of guests are here, you’d look odd but oh well, at least you’d know what kind of field you’ll be working with
>Maybe instead of eavesdropping you should check out the quiet parts of the garden, there are always secret talks there…

>>5682815
>>Sample some of the food as you eavesdrop
Is pic related what the dress looks like?

>>5682815
>>Observe what kind of guests are here, you’d look odd but oh well, at least you’d know what kind of field you’ll be working with

>>5682815
>Maybe instead of eavesdropping you should check out the quiet parts of the garden, there are always secret talks there…

>>5682815
>Observe what kind of guests are here, you’d look odd but oh well, at least you’d know what kind of field you’ll be working with

>>5682815
>>Observe what kind of guests are here, you’d look odd but oh well, at least you’d know what kind of field you’ll be working with

>>5682960
>>5683040
>>5683314

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You went on to observe the people in the gathering. Lord Generals, some nobles and governors, merchant fleet captains, it was a mixed bag but you have yet to see anyone from the Administratum save for Song. This is a pleasure world after all, it made no sense to have only one type of client. The governor’s unwillingness to cooperate made more sense since if he even said something remotely that sounded like a secret, not only would his reputation be over, so would his life.

Hmm, Lord Admiral Orion Du’parte and his son Captain Arthu Du’parte. You never expected them to be here but it could be just formality. The Du’parte’s navy lineage could be traced all they way back from the beginning of Horus Heresy, and they claim they were there during the Great Crusade though the evidence was shaky.

“Yes I heard, ghastly isn’t it?”

“Oh you jest mo’clair!”

If there was one type of people you hated were nobles. Nothing but parasites who does nothing but rule over people with brutality and cruel indifference. You heard of astartes that were kinder than them. You took a small champagne glass and daintily sipped. The majority were nobles it seemed, the easiest to manipulate.

“Oh yes, I did see him, he got me a nice gift.”

“Oh? Just what might that be?”

“You know… those, it’s quite grand.”

Two nobles passed by speaking to one another, idly chatting like there was no tomorrow with a red hue on their cheeks.

>Follow them
>Don’t follow them, but keep an eye on them
>It was too little to follow, keep your eyes on looking for Prefect Song

Pic is her dress

>>5683476
>>Don’t follow them, but keep an eye on them

>>5683476
>>Follow them
The skull is a nice touch

>>5683476
>It was too little to follow, keep your eyes on looking for Prefect Song

>>5683476
>Follow them

>>5683476
>Don’t follow them, but keep an eye on them

>>5683756
Thanks anon

a tie breaker is required

>>5683476
>>Follow them

>>5683922
>>5683797
>>5683756

Update will be in the evening PST

Sorry guys I'm kinda sore I'll make the update tomorrow

Sike you thought

You slid through the crowds, stalking, like a serpent of Catachan. Far rough to be not noticed but enough to hear. A skull servo would have done the job, the scout variant could pick up sound from at least three miles… nevertheless you continued.

“What was the gift?”

The woman in the center delightfully giggled as she soaked up the attention she garnered for herself. The ugly grin caked with powder and pink fake blush wrinkled like a old piece of synthetic leather.

“A cherub!”
The crowd let out an impressed ‘ah’ and ‘ooh’, a cherub was a rather rare thing to have, given to those who worked in the Imperium be it militant or non-militant. The crowd gathered more and the woman’s grin split into a teeth-baring smile.

“Oh yes, Prefect Song is such a gentleman!”

While cherubs were rare, it was not an illegal good. Anyone that’s a high ranking member of the Administratum knew a noble or a noble. You yourself had connections with governors as well. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, and you walked away. The table of decadent platters called out to you.

Might as well…

The amonche with hiran melted into a perfect sweet yet savory flavor. The governor even had enough crowns for star fruits.

“Blasted bastards…”

Next to you was an old man with fading black hair melding with gray. His square jaw clenched, and his scowl pushed his skin to wrinkle. This was the Lord Admiral. You reached for another helping of the fruit, only to brush against a weathered and rough hand of the Lord Admiral.

“Oh my, forgive Lord Admiral.”

He turned his neck, then placed his gaze down to you.

“Undersecretary.” He nodded, he waved his hand in a small angle toward the fruit. “Please, go first.”

“Thank you.”

He was still there, awkwardly silent.

>“Enjoying the party?”
>“What brings you here Lord Admiral?”
>“How are you Lord Admiral?”
>Write in

>>5684184
>>“What brings you here Lord Admiral?”

>>5684184
>“How are you Lord Admiral?”

>>5684184
>“What brings you here Lord Admiral?”

>>5684184
>“Enjoying the party?”

>>5684184
>“What brings you here Lord Admiral?”

>>5684184
>>“How are you Lord Admiral?”

>>5684652
>>5684371
>>5684301

Counted, update will be tomorrow

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Never let it be said all nobles were good at socializing.

“What brings you here, Lord Admiral?”

He swallowed the fruit and stared forward, not even bothering to look at you.

“The party.”

Wow. No. Really?

“I meant why the party brought you here.”

“Is a man not allowed to party, Undersecretary?”

“Ha… I see.”

“Orion!”

Another older man approached, his stature large as was his booming voice, and behind him were younger men most likely being junior officers.

“You old void-farer, what are you doing here all by yourself how am I supposed to- ah.”

The bald and cleanly shaven man approached, garbed in decorated Imperial Guard uniform. The lip splitting smile unrestrained of the usual decorum would not show. A rare breed, or someone who was an enlisted man.

“Orion, I know you’re a widower and all but isn’t she-”

“Otan, that is not what it is.”

Your face did not scrunch, but coldly gaze at the man. Again, by name only you were famous. No one really knew how you looked, save for the Administratum. You usually spoke with quartermasters or highest field officers after all. You compose yourself, bringing out the firm but formal tone.

“Lord Admiral is correct. I was merely conversing, he was keeping me company. I am Undersecretary Amadeus.”

You bow your head slightly.

“Amadeus… Amadeus. Sounds so familiar.”

The old general rubbed his chin as he repeated your name. Guardsmen… you hold the urge to roll your eyes.

“If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen.”

You turned around and walked away from the Lord Admiral. If he planned on being a grumpy kark-sniffer then it was his choice. You inwardly sighed, unsure if you missed Prefect Song now.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention!”

The Governor spoke through the speaker phone on a slowly rising podium. You blanked through the long winded speech, something about the Emperor and working tirelessly for the people the nobles are in charge of “ruling.”

“And with that, I hope you will enjoy yourselves.”

The door opened, and a lavish interior shined. Though many took to the dancing floor, you remained in among the crowd, still looking for Prefect Song.

>Slip from the party and finally get that skull servo
>Try your luck and stay here
>While it’d make you seen, walk around the ballroom to find him

>>5685768
>>Slip from the party and finally get that skull servo

>>5685768
>Slip from the party and finally get that skull servo

>>5685768
>>Slip from the party and finally get that skull servo

>>5685768
>Slip from the party and finally get that skull servo

>>5685966
>>5685977
>>5686061
>>5686473

Counted

With the crowd rushing inside, this was the opportunity to leave. At the Administratum vessel, the Unbroken Quill. The cabin aft door opened with a loud pressurized hiss, and you tiredly stepped inside the ship. A wide atrium greets you, and the grav-cart arrived. You put in the coordinate for the first level of the armory. The grav-cart lights up, and before you could grab the bars the grav-cart jerked.

Damn thing…

The armory of Unbroken Quill, compared to actual ships, obviously had no dangerous ordinance. The navy breachers here saluted at you, dropping their cards. One of them kicked the small crate and had the amasec spill. You only quirk a single eyebrow at them.

“I see that you are all quite busy.”

They stood stiffly as they still saluted, you roll your eyes. There was no need to be saluted since you weren’t an officer.

“Be at ease gentlemen. Fetch me a servo skull of a scout variant.”

“The tech priest needs to-”

“Now.”

“Right away, ma’am.”

The breacher returned, holding in hand a servoskull. The lens clicked twice, as if a living creature blinked. The anti-gravity engine whirred quietly, then began to float toward you.

“Hello there.”

The servoskull did not reply, it spoke with the unrecognizable lingua-technis.

“Ahem?”

++[Recognizing]++
++[Confirmed]++

The external speaker’s static voice quietly synthesized.

++[Recognized: Undersecretary Alethia Altair Amadeus]++

“Initiate quiet mode.”

++[Voice Order Received: Quiet Mode Initiating]++

“Good, now come.”

At the garden you made sure no one would be around.

“Search for Prefect Song, Officio Sabatorum. Do not get caught.”

The skull servo whirled, then flew off.

You returned to the ballroom where either people were already formed into groups. Among the charismatic sisters of Ordo Famulous were already manipulating the attention of the guests. They were the watchdogs of the nobles, disguised as brokers of negotiations. You knew well what they were capable of. You cradle the glass in hand and continue to watch.

“Excuse me, my lady.”

A well groomed man approached you, dressed in a blue Imperial Navy uniform. While he stood, you saw one of the sisters approaching you as well.

“If you are alone and not occupied, may I ask for a dance?”

>Take it [Write-in]
>Don’t take it [Write-in]

>>5686578
>>Take it [Write-in]
"My pleasure"

>>5686788
+1

>>5686788
+2

>>5686578
>Take it

>>5687010
>>5686856
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>>5686788

Counted

Hands, up, who here is their first time playing this quest? Also, what do you guys think of the writing so far?

Oh blast it, you might as well. Better to speak with an officer than a sister, those scrutinizing uppity women. A quick glance, and the sister was approaching quick. You gently placed your hand to the gentleman’s.

“My pleasure.”

He grinned, then escorted you to the dancing square. A wallutz, an ancient Terran dancing, and probably the only dancing you could do. The rest tired you both physically and mentally. Whoever this man was, he certainly was a noble, a charming one at that, the handsome roguish kind.

“Do forgive me, my lady for being so forward. But I couldn’t help but admire you from afar, and wonder why you were unaccompanied when you’re this beautiful.”

Step step, pause, then turn. His hand was firm on your hips, but gentle. You keep a placid smile.

“Do you say this to every woman you pounce on?”

“Only the ones I like.”

You roll your eyes. The lights of the crystal chandelier bloomed, reflecting of his smooth skin that has yet to be touched with augments.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?”

“No, but I wish to.”

Flatterer.

“Perhaps when you climb the ranks you will one day meet me.”

The man playfully winced.

“That’s rather harsh, I’m a captain.”

“Yes, I know.”

The dance ended, and just in time the skull servo zipped through the air and arrived. The man seemed confused, as did the rest of the guests, only because it was rude to have your skul lservo fly around like that. You should’ve calculated for that

“Excuse me, it seems that I have matters to attend to.”

The skull servo’s coordinate was thankfully in the estate, though you did not like the fact that he was in the lower levels. Where the slaves and the workers lived. Why was he in such a place? Obviously, this wasn’t a place to go by yourself. You returned to your cabin, and had the skull servo project his recordings.

At the lower levels, a hazy green light dimly lit the area. At an alley you saw intricate layers of overlapping pipes crawling on the lifeless buildings. The recording showed Prefect Song walking down the alleyway, and knocking on the door. He entered, you skipped an hour of worthless recording only to see him leave. The skull servo then followed Prefect Song at the upper levels, entering one of the private rooms, another hour later, a scantily dressed young woman entered.

“Ah.”

You skipped more.

Then… that was it. You had the coordinate and where he resided. Now there was two path ahead of you.

>Plant an incriminating evidence that Haemotalion gave you
>Continue to watch him using the skull servo
>Have men investigate where Song was

>>5687509
>Continue to watch him using the skull servo

>>5687509
>>Plant an incriminating evidence that Haemotalion gave you

>>5687449
I am a returning reader. Writing is good.

>>5687509
>Continue to watch him using the skull servo

>>5687449

Writing is good. Be sure not to fully lose the character of her being a bit of a hoe.

>>5687803
can you expand on that anon?

>>5687638
>>5687701
counted

>>5687650
Glad to hear it anon

>>5687509
>Continue to watch him using the skull servo

>>5687803
I don't remember AAA being played like that last time.
By the way QM, how closely is the redux version going to be to the original in terms of storyline and characters, or is that spoilers? I assume we just met Arthur.

>>5687831
I want to focus more on intrigue of the 40k's world of noble more than the action. In terms of closeness of the original it's gonna be pretty far, and slower. That's all I can say. I think I let the original quest a little too easy with no real consequences in their choices, so I want to fix that too.

>>5687829
No, don't worry. I don't feel that has happened in any way.

“Continue servailing him.”

The skull servo silently whirled, then zipped out of your room. The skipped portion of Song having sex was watched, and while your time was wasted at least it was just sex. You returned to the party on your own, making sure you don’t meet any of the sisters’ eyes. The last thing you need is to see someone you know during your schola days and get an earful.

You’ve been skipping prayers at the sisters’ church after all, you doubted they bought ‘I pray in my own room and time due to my duties.’ Maybe it was just you, but praying for an hour was just not productive at all. Though that’d net you a free trip to the Emperor’s embrace.

You remain at the ballroom longer, some governors approached you to discuss pursary issues. One fat man urged you to visit his planet which you sharply declined. You watched the people dance, eat, and converse.

“...Cadia.”

One word cough your attention, the men of the Imperial Guard and the Navy obviously had something more interesting to listen to.

“Truly?”

“What’s this about Cadia?”

Then men looked at you with quizzical eyes, one of them being the man you danced with, and the Lord Admiral. The man you danced with smiled patronizingly.

“My lady, I’m sure this topic isn’t-”

The Lord Admiral placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Arthur. Just explain it to her.”

He looked back to the Lord Admiral confusedly, then back to you with now a scrutinizing visage.

“From the reinforcements’ latest communications, Cadia’s defense is soon to break and this was only two weeks ago. There’s no news from the astropaths.”

“What about the surrounding worlds, Hoxxes? What about Teraun?”

“No, not from them either… it can’t be because you have families there.”

“Hoxxes has terium mines and Teraun has manfactorums for parts for multiple Guard siege machines. If they fall then I need to make some changes on the other worlds’ quota.”

Arthur leaned slightly forward, now curious as an Inquisitor on a feral world with near blasphemous understanding of the Emperor.

“Just who are you?”

“Oh my!”

You turned toward the erupting commotion, and saw your skull servo approaching slowly, from the engine component a plume of smoke poured out into a thick cloud. The skull servo wobbled, then with a mighty thud it fell on the floor. Fire soon erupted, along with any chance of salvaging any footage. The guards soon arrived and picked up the skull servo. Revealing that it was yours would only create more trouble. Blast it all!

“We found it sir.” A guard said.

It was Prefect Song.

>Greet him
>Blend into the crowd and watch
>Leave the area so you won’t be seen

>>5687952
>>Blend into the crowd and watch
Fixed wrong link

>>5687952
>>Leave the area so you won’t be seen

>>5687952
>Blend into the crowd and watch

>>5687952
>Blend into the crowd and watch

>>5687987
>>5688154
>>5688159

Counted

Throne! Blast it all! Kunt! Grox Fucker!

You stood behind the man, as to not be seen though you were sure he knew you’re here. Now he was going to be much more vigilant and it’d be difficult to make a case against him. Sure, you were allowed to plant evidence… it wasn't right, at least not now. Maybe if he did something wrong then you’d plant evidence.

You weren’t Haemotalion, you’re not a monster.

You watched as Prefect Song greet other guests, explaining how a skull servo was spying on him. The nobles made a fake gasp, as if they’d care. He was here at least, dressed in black suit with puffed sleeves, and dress pants. The chain of office was around his neck, along with some golden rings and golden pins.

“Do you know that man?”

“A colleague.”

“Colleague?”

The officers stared at you.

“You are far too young to have him as a colleague.”

You huffed at the navy officer, the Lord Admiral sighed. Prefect Song began to delve into the crowds.

“Yes well, it’s not your business whether I look old or not, is it? At least I don’t look like a ugly grox shit of baby face and stubble.”

The rest of the officers snickered, even one of the older officers. The Lord Admiral simply shook his head. The navy officer, Orsen Du’parte, glared at his colleague then back to you.

“Well at least I don’t look like a child trying to fill in a dress for an actual woman!”
You replied-

>With a heel digging at his boots
>A slap
>Another insult (Write in)
>A silent glare

>>5687829

If I recall correctly, she basically was staring at man-candy in troop form every chance she got. Made her a little bit of a hoe, if not earning the full merit badge.

>>5688242
>>A silent glare

>>5688296
You and I have a different definition in hoes, she was mirin' more than anything but I see your point.

>>5688242
>>A slap

>>5688242
>A silent glare

>>5688296
Don't really think that's an issue

>>5688242
>A silent glare

>>5688242
>>A silent glare
Don't make a bigger scene

>>5688321

I felt it added to the character, actually. Comic relief as well.

When you're doing an intrigue story, two of the issues are the motivation of the character, and making people really FEEL why what they're doing is wrong or a betrayal or inhuman in some way, and that's really really hard to do without insight into the characters soul as to how they feel about the imperium. The motivation is usually passed off as a lust for power or wealth or something, something trivial rather than a feeling of betraying your god, or a fear of political instability, or of loyalty to superiors or something else that might motivate someone to participate in intrigue.

On the other hand, being a hoe everyone can understand.

>>5688242
>>With a heel digging at his boots

>>5688648
>>5688485
>>5688418
>>5688306

Counted

>>5688689
Thanks for the insight anon

You silently glared at Orsen, there was no point making a harsher retaliation when it would do nothing but cause more commotion. No, better to make him suffer when the time would come. You had more important things to worry about. You followed Prefect Song among the crowds, there was a giggle along with his voice.

“A cherub? Surely you can’t!”

“Oh I can my dear, my office has wondrous things. Why I gifted the governor in this fine world. Slaves, artifacts, even some goods you can’t have. Name it my dear.”

The Governor eh? Now this is something you can use.

You meld into the crowds once more, these words were enough and a governor was far easier to grill up than a Prefect. Not to mention, you know it would be stupid to play nice again. You searched around the ballroom and found the governor speaking with some other nobles. From their coat of arms or crest they had, you did not recognize them, meaning they were beneath you.

“Governor.”

“Ah, Undersecretary!” The governor gestured toward his guests. “This is-”

“I must speak with you, now.”

“Ah well, as you can see I am occupied. May I ask you to wait?”

He turned his back towards you and continued his conversation.

>“It seems that you’ve forgotten who I am, governor.”
>Go back, grab your men, then use your authority as the Undersecretar granted by the High Lord, to your ship where he will be interrogated
>“I will not, you and I will speak now.”
>Write in

>>5689375
>“It seems that you’ve forgotten who I am, governor.”

>>5689375
>“It seems that you’ve forgotten who I am, governor.”

>>5689375
>>Go back, grab your men, then use your authority as the Undersecretary granted by the High Lord, to your ship where he will be interrogated

Spill some waters on my laptop, if I go out please assume that I'm getting a new laptop.

>>5689375
>>“It seems that you’ve forgotten who I am, governor.”

>>5689831
>>5689413
>>5689380

Counted, update will be tomorrow or today evening

“It seems that you’ve forgotten who I am, governor.”

He turned around again, the nobles watched breathlessly. An ugly and impatient frown tugged his lips downward, and his brows furrowed together. He sipped on the amasec in his hand, savoring the exotic flavor.

“With all due respect Under-”

“There is no respect, governor.” You snapped back fiercely, “lest you forget, I speak with High Lord Haemotalion’s authority. You will speak with me now, or I will have my men drag you into my ship and have you interrogated.”

His eyes widened, almost at shock seeing a young woman like you commanding him. Hisnlips parted but he did not speak so quickly. That insulted and surprised visage shriveled, knowing full well that you could.

“Very well, my apologies.”

“I don’t want any of your apology, we will speak now.”

The governor led you to a quiet room, devoid of any decorations or furnitures, dim lights barely illuminated the room.

“I will ask you once, Prefect Song, why is he a client of yours?”

“He brings goods taken from war zones that his officio goes to, some are scavenged and the others are taken.”

“Like what?”

“Xenos origins, nothing dangerous but like old vase or stone tablets.”

“Oh, and you get no profits?”

“I…”

“Governor. I grow tired of this. Rest assured, you will not be mentioned but your cooperation.”

“Then, yes, I did get a cut of profits.”

You nodded, finally.

“Good. Oh yes, if I see Prefect Song gone, you as the governor of this world will be held responsible.”

You left the party soon as possible, and returned to the ship. You had the astropath send the message ahead of Prefect Song’s doing, the governor however…

>Mention his part, he committed a crime whether you told him he would not be arrested or not, he should be arrested as well it’s only right.
>Don’t mention him, after all you did tell him you wouldn’t

>>5691569
>>Mention his part, he committed a crime whether you told him he would not be arrested or not, he should be arrested as well it’s only right.

>>5691569
>Don’t mention him, after all you did tell him you wouldn’t

>>5691569
>Don’t mention him, after all you did tell him you wouldn’t

>>5691569
>>Don’t mention him, after all you did tell him you wouldn’t

>>5691569
>>Mention his part, he committed a crime whether you told him he would not be arrested or not, he should be arrested as well it’s only right
He was an ass to us and doesn't deserve protection

I will be at my parents for a while so don't expect updates for a while

>>5691628
>>5692056
>>5692208

Votes counted

You didn’t mention his part, after all, he would make a great source of favors if need be. The astropath did his work, and soon after you were given the permission to have Prefect Song arrested. The breachers and the arbites stationed in the ship quickly exited the ship with you in the front. A long time had passed since the nobles were reminded they were not invincible.

The double door was kicked in by the bigger navy breachers, a loud bang echoed and all the attention were on you. The nobles stared in shock, eyes wide and mouths agape.

“Prefect Song.”

One of the arbites held the sound-amplifer to your level.

“You are hereby under arrest for embezzlement, unlawful usage of Officio Sabatorum property, and bribery. Do not move, your fate is sealed. Cassus iten rut.”

Prefect Song was easy to spot as he ran like a ratling. The navy-breachers and the arbites move to pursuit, meanwhile you walked over to the platter. With a plate of food in hand, and a glass of amasec you walked over to the governor watching Prefect Song being dragged off so disgracefully.

“Governor.”

He bowed, not only at his neck but his whole back that you were taller than him. Good.

“Y-Yes Madam Undersecretary?”

“I’m so glad you were able to make the right decision… in the end.”

“I apologize for the lack of cooperation. I uh… I-”

“I’m sure I can expect further cooperation in the future?”

“Certainly! Yes!”

You leaned to his ear, voice hushed all but for him to hear.

“I have it recorded, don’t even try anything or the deadman’s switch will have your recording transferred.”

A governor wouldn’t know how, but you did have it recorded, it was a defensive maneuver you always did.

“I wouldn’t dare-”

“You wouldn’t, I know.”

You leaned back, smiling the usual smile as if nothing had happened.

>Linger a bit, enjoy the food and amasec, Haemotalion may be impatient, but you deserved a little break before returning to office
>Leave immediately, Haemotalion is an impatient man
>Have the governor bring food to your crew in the ship, you’re sure the captain won’t mind

>>5693831
>Leave immediately, Haemotalion is an impatient man

>>5693831
>>Linger a bit, enjoy the food and amasec, Haemotalion may be impatient, but you deserved a little break before returning to office

>>5693831
>Linger a bit, enjoy the food and amasec, Haemotalion may be impatient, but you deserved a little break before returning to office
We don't often get a holiday

>>5693831
>Linger a bit, enjoy the food and amasec, Haemotalion may be impatient, but you deserved a little break before returning to office

Well, Haemotalion can suck on a lasgun’s barrel for all you care. As you walked the people parted like waves, just the way you like it. You enjoyed your fine platter of dainty meals, using a skinny fork to eat one by one and sipped on the bubbly amasec. A nice indulgence before seeing Haemotalion again. Oh wow this is some good biscuit and meat.

“You caused quite the stir.”

His name is, what was it again? Oh right, Arthur Du’parte. You looked closely, fine face structure, a sharp but cute nose, and calm oval shaped eyes, one that oozed with confidence.

“That I did.”

“Did you come here with that purpose?”

You eye on the platter, interested in what to take next unlike the Captain.

“Perhaps. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious, you are High Lord Haemotalion’s protege, it seems like a lot of political changes happen in your presence or with your flick of a quill.”

“It comes with the title.”

You choose the next plate of food and scurry off to the corner.

“Are you fine with being his pawn?”

“I think that’s none of your business. Why does what I feel bother you anyhow?”

A troubled expression, pity? He certainly had a frown and a narrowed gaze.

“Ahem.”

Dressed in black dress, the synthetic fabric clung to her skin tightly and accentuated her muscles and curves. The purity seal on her left shoulder swayed as she moved, and the gazes followed her in both admiration, want, and fear. She may seem sultrily and daintily, but she was still a Sister of Battle.

“Hello, Sister Alethia. My name is Judius.”

“Hello Sister Judius.”

“Sister?” Arthur said.

“Excuse me Captain, but I must speak with Sister Alethia.”

>Speak with Sister Judius
>Leave
>Use Arthur to escape the Sister

>>5694237
>>Speak with Sister Judius

>>5694237
>Speak with Sister Judius

>>5694237
>>Speak with Sister Judius

>>5694237
>Speak with Sister Judius

>>5694237
>Use Arthur to escape the Sister

>>5694585
>>5694518
>>5694309
>>5694243

Counted, locked, and came

You parted with the captain and found a small secluding corner. You were raised in the Schola Progenium, while not combat trained like the rest of the Sisters, you were a sister of Ordo Hospitaller and Dialogus. Your affiliation was a bridge that the Ecclesiarch and Haemotalion used.

“So, what is it you need of me Sister?”

“Just a warning, please try not to make such commotion as you did today.”

She spoke with a sharp reprimanding tone and an icy gaze.

“He had to be arrested.”

“Yes, and the way you did further deepened the nobles' distrust of the Administratum. There’s been unease within them, ever since the rumor that Cadia might fall it seems like their trust in the Imperium is waning. Take care of your actions, sister.”

You rolled your eyes, as if that would make a difference to you.

“Then tell them to go for it and rebel. The Minotaurs will make an example of them.”

She shook her head.

“You cannot possibly rely on the mutants. Especially those who are suspiciously loyal to the High Lord.”

You throw your arms in the air exasperatedly, it’s the same krak with the sisters. Astartes bad, Sisters good, Administratum bad, Church good, blah blah blah. Not all sisters saw the astartes that way, especially those who worked with astartes, especially those who fought with the Black Templars.

“Then the Black Templars, or some other chapter that won’t have your robes bunched up like a novice, Emperor’s Throne…”

“Watch your words, you are still a Sister.”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll trust your words next time.”

After snagging more food for the trip, you boarded your ship. Back in the Imperial Palace, you were escorted by the Lucifer Blacks to your office. A custodian walked past you, no matter how many times you saw them they were quite the sight. A bath sounded nice after a week of traveling, but the Lucifer Blacks were Haemotalion’s meaning they wouldn’t make a detour for you.

“My lord.”

Haemotalion sat in his office, the shining gold and jewelries always bothered your eyes. No matter how the room was bright, the lights would never hide his aging face.

“You finished your task, and with such a show of force like I’ve heard, maybe they will think twice. Take charge of Officio Sabatorum.”

Huh?

“My lord?”

“A mining world calls for aid, one that extracts raw ceramite and important metal. Another is a death world that a famous chapter of astartes uses to recruit and an agri world. Which will you send aid first?”

An agri world were plenty, but vital to feed the Imperial Guard, and a death world that was also a chapter world equally important. Which would be the right answer?

>Death/Chapter World
>Agri World
>Mining World

>>5694976
>>Agri World

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>5694976
Rolling for vote

>>5694976
>>Mining World

>>5694976
>Agri World

>>5695404
>>5695225
>>5695053

Counted

“The Agri World, the needs of the Imperial Guard outweighs a death world, even if it’s an astartes world.”

“Why do I bother asking you.”
Haemotalion sneered, he propped his hand on the table and pushed himself to stand, shaking slightly that old man. The golden chains that surrounded his clothes rattled, and his dry lips smacked as he tried to stand.

“The Agri World.”

He repeated as he walked toward you.

“Hmph, your focus on the Imperial Guard is infantile. If you chose an Agri World for the Imperial Guard, then you chose wrong.”

You hold the urge to talk back.

“Agri world is hardly important and there are many of them, but mining worlds feed into the war machine. So does an industrial world and a forge world. Do not count lives as more important, there are many that can already be spent. Have I taught you nothing?”

His hand with all five rings smacked down on your head. The pain made you wince, but you held back your groan and the glare. Swallowed them all, Haemotalion was the type of beast that wouldn’t hunt if the prey was dead. Retaliating was just asking for more.

“You can memorize just about anything, but it seems like you can’t memorize common sense.”

“It is as you say my lord.”

“Return to your office, I already had parchments regarding Officio Sabatorum there.”

“At once, my lord.”

When you returned, your office was filled with parchments more than before. Your three adepts gave you their greetings, all holding parchments in their hands. You sat on your seat, and began working.

“Anything I should know, Pugio?”

“None ma’am.”

“Anything on Cadia?”

“No ma’am.”
“Lovely.”

The pile of parchments slowly reduced to a manageable amount. In the quiet moment, it made you think… What will happen if Cadia fell?”

>The refugees are going to be a pain, if they do arrive here. Not like they will.
>Terra’s defense, as well as surrounding planets, sounds like a pain…
>Calculating the loss, maybe looking for a new Cadia, their culture’s too important in the grander scale

>>5695727
>Terra’s defense, as well as surrounding planets, sounds like a pain…

>>5695727
>Calculating the loss, maybe looking for a new Cadia, their culture’s too important in the grander scale

>>5695727
>>Calculating the loss, maybe looking for a new Cadia, their culture’s too important in the grander scale
Was it the wrong choice of was he going to find a way to attack us no matter what?

>>5695873
The answer was mining world

>>5695727
>>Calculating the loss, maybe looking for a new Cadia, their culture’s too important in the grander scale

>>5696218
>>5695873
>>5695739

Counted

Calculating the loss, maybe looking for a new Cadia, their culture’s too important in the grander scale. The loss itself would… apart from the cultural impact, it’d mean the largest regiment would cease their exports.

There were plenty of worlds to convert into a fortress world. If it is an agri world then perhaps it might work but it always depended on the world itself.

Well… there are few you could use. Simple Hive worlds maybe? Or…

“Pugio, gather the culture of Cadia. Either parchment or data will work then Hive Worlds, Death Worlds, and maybe… Civilized Worlds.”

“At once, ma’am. I apologize ma’am but I forgot, there was a low priority inquiry, the inquisitor said to do it `at your leisure.`”

You took the transcribed vox message, it’s from the Inquisition of Ordo Astartes. What in the warp did they need from you? Oh. Oh my.

“Estimated three hundred lost minor-manufactorums? Emperor’s teeth!”

You bring the parchment close to your eye. The involved chapters were the Star Phantoms, Raptors, and Marines Malevolent. Apparently their supposed target had three chapters meeting up. The expected collateral damage was more than assumed, so much that the Ordo Astartes had gotten involved, and they rarely did anything, well not that you’d know any.

You wrote back to the inquisitor, stating that while important as all Imperium assets are they were still not as important as major manufactorums. Though three hundred was still a lot. Made you wonder what happened. The Raptors, they were rather an unorthodox chapter. The record you read made them quite unique, by using rational tactics.

There’s a joke in there somewhere…

“I’ll write back once I’m done.”

Now, on to the replacement world…

>Hive World, it’s an option, though it’d be difficult depending on the hive, though the buildings can be demolished then recycled, but that brings the issue of people already living there and the gangs…
>Agri World, already an established world with farming manufactorums, maybe some land need to be changed but maybe it can be managed, hmm…
>Feral World, a normal world, maybe wipeout the people living there or try to integrate them, the untouched nature in that world might not be bad
>Penal worlds, a world that housed the cirminals in prisons, you can use the criminals there and maybe use the prison as the foundation?
>Shrine Worlds do have some fortifications already built in, but then again the construction would definitely demolish few churches.

>>5696344
>>Shrine Worlds do have some fortifications already built in, but then again the construction would definitely demolish few churches.

Rolled 1 (1d5)

>>5696344
The power of the dice go

>>5696374
So the dice picked hive world so hive world it is.
>Hive world

>>5696344
>Feral World, a normal world, maybe wipeout the people living there or try to integrate them, the untouched nature in that world might not be bad

Unlikely loss of cultural and martial cadian values, likely cadian refugees population will be larger than native one, likely to be no proper infrastructure whatsoever for the level of civilization/industrialization of the Cadians, untamed world means a planning of new settlements, forts and defenses that doesn't need to consider old ones, potential of unused resources both for development, trade and industry, potential benefit of training due to the nature of the world for cadian military forces which might result in an even stronger force.

Requirements :
- Authorize immediate deposal of local planetary governor or govern, have the cadians integrate it under them
- Allow enforcement of cadian culture to locals
- Redirect a few cadian regiments at the end of their campaigns for protection of the world and have some forge worlds send help for properly build this New Cadia

>>5696561
the other worlds
https://pastebin.com/ecM7ujLD

>>5696344
>>Feral World, a normal world, maybe wipeout the people living there or try to integrate them, the untouched nature in that world might not be bad

>>5696344
>Feral World, a normal world, maybe wipeout the people living there or try to integrate them, the untouched nature in that world might not be bad

>>5696803
>>5696896
>>5696561

Interesting choice anons, may I ask why you chose Feral World instead of Penal World?

>>5697089

Penal worlds are worlds that are f'ing useless strategically, economically or agriculturally, and chock full of the worst kind of rabble. Undisciplined, opportunistic, and faithless. Penal legions require bomb collars to fight - it's an insult to everything Cadia is. At the least, dumping Cadians on that rock results in a lot of wasted effort just to stay alive, much less rebuild. At the worst, trying to integrate convicts with Cadians might see certain tendencies rub off on the Cadians.

What would most PROBABLY happen is wholesale blamming of the convicts by the Cadians in an effort to make them integrate. Entertaining, but counterproductive.

Cadia has fought hard for us. Let's find them a HOME.

>>5697097
Thank you for your insight, anon.

Anons, I'd like to remind you all that one of the reasons I have restarted was "original quest a little too easy with no real consequences in their choices" (>>5687840). Please keep that in mind when choosing, it won't be easy as last time.

A Feral World, a livable world but due to the current lack of materials Imperium has, such investments would be difficult because there can be unexpected interruptions. Perhaps one that has been confirmed to have non-hostile environments will be suitable. The savages that live there maybe can be civilized, and the children even converted to soldiers. The question was, where? There’re plenty of Feral Worlds.

“Maybe…”

You mulled the planets in your mind, maybe a Penal World might be better? Already established fortress-like buildings are there. The prisoners can be used as laborers too. Maybe, maybe not. No, a Feral World will be more hospitable. Most Penal World are on worthless rocks anyways.

“Contact the Pioneer Corps. Tell them I need their records of Feral Worlds, preferably in Segmentum Solar.”

“At once, ma’am.”

You lean back in your chair. You heard a knock, and Tanto answered, then came to you.

“Chancellor Tieron is here.”

“The Chancellarius? Let him in.”

There was a mutual respect between you and Lev Tieron. You respected his skill as chancellor, and his political maneuvers, corralling the High Lords to work takes a special talent. He respected you for keeping the Administratum efficient. Other than that, there were no similarities.

“Chancellor.”

“Undersecretary.”

You briefly greeted one another with a curt nod. The political power between you and the chancellor differed too much to compare. Though you were on Haemotalion’s side and him… well you weren’t sure where he lied.

“I’ll skip to the purpose of why I am here. I know you dislike unneeded pleasantries.”

You nodded again.

“That’ll be appreciated.”

“I need you support in removing the Edict of Reatraint.”

A proclamation by Primarch Guillimam that tied the custodians to Terra. Interesting… if not surprising. Though you remember the Edict of Restraint being considered for a repeal few times in the history of Imperium.

“Is this about Cadia?”

“Cadia will fall, the Black Crusade will gain more ground soon. This is a crisis.”

“There’s always a crisis, chancellor.”

Not to mention, you have little power in actual decision making. You enforced the Administratum’s law, dictations already been made. Only a High Lord can actually make a change.

“You realize this could be brought up to High Lord Haemotalion.”

“You are not of Static Tendency, that’s why I am asking for your support. I am not asking for you to bring this idea to your lord.”

“I am not!” You are, only an imbecile will be one. Though being one was social suicide. You slam your hand on your desk. “That is a serious accusation!”

“Is that so? I apologize.”

“If that’s all, I cannot give an answer now. I have much work to do, Chancellor.” You feign politeness. “Chacellor.”

“One more thing, there will be a High Council soon. Just to let you know.”

“I see, thank you.”

Once the doors close, you practically melt. A High Council, how wonderful. Bunch of old embittered men and women sniping at one another while slogging their feet on the matters of the Imperium. Being the Undersecretary, you had to be there if Haemotalion was to be there.

>Finish your work
>Do more work after your usual, if you were to be in a High Council might as well get more done
>Frak it all, you’re going home and going to bed

>>5697089
Although I voted for a Shrine World, Feral Worlds are the second best option. You can start anew with a Feral Word. With Penal worlds the criminal culture will infect and poison any attempt to create a new Cadia.

>>5697133
>>Do more work after your usual, if you were to be in a High Council might as well get more done

>>5697139
Be glad it wasn't Shrine World anon, that would have led to serious backlashes from the Ecclesiarchy and the Adepta Sororitas. I wish to remind anons that one of the reasons why I started again was that the "original quest a little too easy with no real consequences in their choices," >>5687840

The two correct ones were Feral World and Penal World. Hive World would have led to a massacre of most of the locals, and casualties due to fighting the gang. Agri World would have led to less food production/destroying the crops. Shrine World would have led to a bad reputation within the Ecclesiarchy and the Adepta Sororitas. While these consequences would have been in the future I think it was important to drive this home, don't forget the " the construction would definitely demolish few churches"

>>5697139
May I ask why you chose Shrine World? I didn't expect this choice.

>>5697133
>Do more work after your usual, if you were to be in a High Council might as well get more done

>>5697089
i explained it in my post, i also written what i thought of the other choices here
>>5696577


>>5697133
>Do more work after your usual, if you were to be in a High Council might as well get more done

>>5697133
>Do more work after your usual, if you were to be in a High Council might as well get more done

>>5697133
>>Do more work after your usual, if you were to be in a High Council might as well get more done

>>5697546
>>5697399
>>5697238
>>5697231
>>5697140

Counted

>>5679254
>synthetic candle wax.
I am certain there is plenty of human fat to make 100% organic gmo-free vegan wax

>>5698543
I'll keep that mind anon

The High Council takes over a week, maybe even a month. You’d best prepare for that.

“Ma’am, it’s past sleeping hours.”

Pugio placed the parchment for tomorrow. Tanto and Sgian already left for the day. It made you wonder why Pugio had yet to leave.

“You heard the Chancellor, there’s going to be a High Council meeting and I’m getting the feeling that it’ll take longer than usual.”

The large pile of parchments in the ‘Finished’ bin was already filled to the brim, you had two more brought in.

“But your health-”

“Will survive.” You eyed your parchment, not bothering to look up. “Don’t worry so much, bring me the next twelve batches and go home.”

“Ma’am-”

“That’s an order, adept.’

He nodded, after bringing the batches he gave a quick farewell and left. This became the norm for the past weeks. 18 hours of work, five hours of sleep. Coupled with the already weak constitution you had, day by day you grew weaker. Again, the High Council was to happen soon. Better to be dying now than to die later… Wait, that’s how it went right? Or something like that. You looked outside to see the evening had passed into the night, you yawned, maybe it was time to-

The ringing of the vox snapped you from your drowsiness. You tiredly picked up the call.

“Undersecretary Amadeus.”

“Good evening, Undersecretary. This is an early reminder that the High Council will be tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

You check the time, 11:30PM.

“W-What time?”

“Nine in the morrow. Undersecretary? Ma’am?”

KRUK, DAMN IT, THRONE, EMPEROR’S SCROTUM!

“I understand, thank you.”

Well, that’s about nine hours of sleep…

>Set an alarm and sleep
>Stay awake till the meeting, you never know if you would sleep past the time
>Try to warm your way out of it, not like your presence is really necessary

>>5698648
>Set an alarm and sleep

>>5698648
I don't understand this choice. Is there any reason our qualified protagonist would fear not waking up in time? But that would bring more and more questons ending up at why she hasn't gotten a new cardiovascular system to replace her failing one.... SCREW THAT! We push this woman untill she breaks and then we get full of stim and bionics
>Stay awake untill the meeting. Make sure to stay hidrated and cut the carbs.

>>5698648
>>Set an alarm and sleep

>>5698648
>>Set an alarm and sleep
tell our servants/servitors to awake us if needed, we need to arrive there and be there
They can give us something for remain up and running if 9 hours of interrupted sleep arent enough. Also no one should disturb our sleep. Unless is super urgent like actually urgent, if its not, a guard can shove people away from our door.

>>5698698
>>5698724
>>5698780
Cunted

>>5698712
Because cardiovascular system implants are so last millennia

>>5698789
>Cunted
No not like that

>>5698795
Yes, like that

“Adept!”

A random servitor, probably not the same one you saw last time, walked limply inside. Oh right, they’re gone.

“YeS?”

The servitor spoke with a vox lodged in its throat, a weird looking thing. Then again, all servitors looked bloody weird to you.

“Wake me up at eight-thirty in the morrow, unless there’s urgent business do not wake me up.”

“What KinD of URGency, MADam?”

“I don’t know… Lion’s Gate being invaded or something, got it?”

“UnDerStoOd.”

A yawn escaped your lips. Your eyelids grew heavier as your shoulders relaxed. Slowly, your eyes closed.

+++[Catachan]+++
You opened your eyes.

“Hello, Undersecretary.”

Bulging muscles, they shined like gold, oily shiny gold. So many of them. Oh… o h Emperor.They’re flexing, all of them! You sat at a soft recliner, surrounded by Catachan men, each massaging your feet. Two more were trimming your nails, while there was one behind you plucking your eyebrows.

“You are so special, Alethia.”

“Beautiful.”

“Kind.”

“Strong.”

“Intelligent.”

“Wise.”

“Wake up.”

“Huh?”

“Wake up.”

“Who are you?”

“Wake up.”
+++[Catachan]+++

You open your eyes, and the office greeted you. The smell of synthetic wax, parchment… and that servitor keep repeating to you to wake up. You put your face on your hands, and wept silently.

“Muh… muh Catachans…”

You had one of the adepts pour recaf into your jug and called the grav-cart. Because no one else but the authorized individual could come, you were left to carry all your belongings yourself. Like a peasant. You entered through the double door, you arrived early since the last time you came on time you were berated by Haemotalion for being lazy.

“Oh, if it isn’t the little Undersecretary.”

The old man, dressed in robed armor bearing the symbol of the Inquisition, was already in the Inquisitorial Representative’s seat. Odd, Kleopatra Arx was the usual, oh well, that seat wasn’t a permanent one anyways.

“Hello, Lord Inquisitor?”

“Trevaine, my dear.”

“Hello, Lord Inquisitor Trevaine. May I ask why you’re here ealy?”

“Free time.”

“I see.”

“Is it true that you memorize everything with a single glance?”

“Yes.”

Trevaine rubbed his chin, his observant gaze focused on you.

“Interesting, you would have made a fine Inquisitor.”

You reply with a polite giggle.

“You honor me.”

“Of course I heard of your… weak constitution. Ordo Scriptorum would fit you quite well. Maybe Ordo Obsoletus. Perhaps…”

Lord Inquisitor Trevaine was rather a tall man, hidden by his frail looks but he was still an Inquisitor. The imposing yet frail figure loomed over your height, his gaze became more oppressive. He walked in circles, gauging your figure despite knowing fully well he could kill you within a blink of an eye.

“You are well acquainted with the Ecclesiarchy if I recall?”

“I-” You cleared your throat. “I am, my lord.”

“Oh yes I remember, you belonged to Ordo Dialogus and Ordo Hospitaller, you are quite the studious young woman.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t you think your talent will be more useful in the service of the Inquisition?”

>“My constitution will hardly allow for that. You jest too much, my lord.” You giggled.
>“No, I feel quite content in my current station, I admit it gets tepid, but it is still servicing the Emperor.”
>“I serve the Emperor as he has planned for me. I do not dare step outside his plans.”

I now have a discord

https://discord.gg/nafBE6Cn

Whether you want to hang out, talk about qsts, or want to improve your writing whether is qsts or writing in general, you are welcome to join!

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Oh right, and just for the hell of it

>>5698816
>“My constitution will hardly allow for that. You jest too much, my lord.” You giggled.

>>5698831
Nice

>>5698816
>“My constitution will hardly allow for that. You jest too much, my lord.” You giggled.

>>5698816
>“My constitution will hardly allow for that. You jest too much, my lord.” You giggled.

>>5698905
>>5698888
>>5698836 thanks anon

Counted

“My constitution will hardly allow for that. You jest too much, my lord.” You giggled, a fake synthetic kind, you in the Inquisition? Absurd. “I am honored.”

“Of course, of course.”

The Lord Inquisitor sat back. One by one, the High Lords began to take their seats, once Haemotalion arrived you stood behind him. Finally, Chancellor Lev Tieron arrived the moment the final High Lord arrived.

“Now that everyone is here, we will now begin the High Council.”

The first hour dealt with the matters on Terra. Guardsmen, disbursement of funds, rations, pilgrims, the rate of body disposals, all mundane. If not for that solid sleep you were certain you would be chugging the jug of recaf you had with you.

“What’s the current body disposal rate?”

“Six hundred twenty eight thousand approximately my lord.”

“The fund, the one at… what was that planet called? One with the odd yellow poisonous plants?”

“Honday VI, my lady. That flower is called Leia, they are being grown for the Venenum Temple.”

“What was the loss at Gallant III for the hundredth armored company of the Mordian Iron Guard?”

“Nine hundred twenty six thousand and twelve, my lord.”

This was your job, the encyclopedia of all things of the Imperium. They could have gotten someone to operate the data crystal but what’s the point of making logical decisions when you’re a High Lord?

“Your Undersecretary is quite useful, Haemotalion.” The Lord Inquisitor said.

“She has her uses.”

“The next issue is the Edict of Restraint. I ask the High Lords here to consider the current state of the Imperium. The Black Crusade is raging on, it is predicted that Cadia will fall and we are all waiting for the news. That is why I ask the High Council to repeal the edict.”

The room collapsed into silence. To even suggest such at the face of staunch members of Static Tendency was rather brave. If not for his position, something worse would have happened.

>Voice support (write-in)
>Voice opposal (write-in)
>Stay silent (write-in)

>>5698998
OKAY
>Cadia is soon to break and this was only two weeks ago.
We know from the time on the pleasure planet, and by this point the planet may have already fallen, if not outright blown up. Staying silent would be the option without risks, but for once I have no idea who is saying this:
>“The next issue is the Edict of Restraint. I ask the High Lords here to consider the current state of the Imperium. The Black Crusade is raging on, it is predicted that Cadia will fall and we are all waiting for the news. That is why I ask the High Council to repeal the edict.”
Is it Chancellor Lev Tieron speaking? Our MC is not of Static Tendency, so supporting the motion would be inline with her and maybe there are SOME high lords that want to do so but won't risk it by supporting it. Chancellor Tieron is indeed risking it... (again, if he is the one saying this)

Since I understand the average anon and god forbid, 40k fan sucks at abstraction, I can put it in numbers... but I won't. Haematolion will be pissed if we support or decline it because we will basically be speaking out of turn and any good or bad rep won't go to us but to him.
QM we have to know who and how many lords belong to Static Tendency and who don't. There is so much to calculate and we have no numbers to work with. a critique, you are not making clear who is speaking at the end

>>5699056
It is Chancellor Lev Tieron speaking

>>5699056

Damn forgot to add but yeah I'll keep that in mind next time, thank you for the critique anon I appreciate it. As for who are and who aren't of static tendency would be spoiling it. But you can assume most are of Static Tendency as that is the majority belief. Static Tendency is basically thinking the plan is made by Emperor therefore changing it means opposing the Emperor.

Haemotalion is Static Tendency, so is the Grandmaster of the Officio Assassinorum is also a Static Tendency, as revealed by Regent's Shadow. The rest I can't tell you now.

>>5699060
>>5698998
Oww.... okay then I am against being daring with this vote because if we support it our master will be twice pissed. But if we break the ice... and go against it? No no no, this are the High Lords of Terra, they love to listen to their own voice, no way we will rob then this chance by speaking first.

>Stay silent.

>>5698998
>>Stay silent (write-in)
There is nothing to say

>>5698998
>Stay silent (write-in)

>>5698998
>Stay silent
We can talk to Tieron in private about this later to do some scheming if we want to involve ourselves on the DL, but we don't have the kind of political clout to shield us from being seen to be going against the Emperor right now, much less make a difference nor do we gain anything from speaking up at all. Video et taceo.

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>>5699235
>>5699226
>>5699217
>>5699087

Wise choice anons

>>5699253
Every choice in this quest gives me one more grey hair

Saying anything before being asked was simply suicide, social suicide that is. To them, you’re an encyclopedia servitor, throwing up statistics like a noble would do in an excess party. Lev Tieron, the old political schemer, looked serious for once. His gaze pleaded for some sense in a senseless time, his wrinkled face folded up as he waited apprehensively.
“Anyone votes for the repeal of Edict of Restraint, say aye.”

Silence.

“All opposed?”

“Nay.”

All spoke in unison, except for one man.

“Lord Inquisitor?” Haemotalion leaned back on his chair, finger tips touching each other impatiently. “You need to vote.”

“I will abstain from this.”

A tense silence. In terms of political power, it was Haemotalion without a doubt. The Lord Inquisitor however, most likely faced the deadliest enemies in the galaxy had to offer, someone like Haemotalion hardly scared him. If only you can do that.

“Very well. I believe this suffices?”

A heavy nod came from the chancellor.

“Then we will go on to the next business…”

Emperor… how long do they plan to drag this?

“Oh by all means, Haemotalion, continue to play favorites.”

“I detect jealousy, Throde.”

“Not everyone can get away with hoarding technology, Raskian.”

The Fabricator General and Master of the Astronomican bickered, on the account that Haemotalion was refusing better equipment and protection for the astropaths under him.

“I do not play `favorites` it is the logical choice.” Haemotalion said.

“Then what of citadels of the Anathema Psykana? I haven’t heard any support for them nor seen any records for the last three centuries.”

“They are tools of the old, there is no use for them.” Haemotalion’s voice dripped with hate, you knew well that he held contempt against the people of the past, he once called you ‘worse than the primarchs`.

“I beg to differ.” The Lord Inquisitor raised his bony finger. “The nulls are valuable commodities. I have records of the Anathema Psyakanas assisting Ordo Malleus and Ordo Hereticus on numerous occasions.”

“They are still unnatural things.” Haemotalion spat back.

“Unnatural things that are useful. As the Inquisitorial Representative, I advise everyone here to understand their usage, and perhaps even assist them. Undersecretary, what is the biggest citadel as of now and how many are there?”

“Somnus Citadel located at Luna as of the citadels I cannot say. They have been… scattered.”

“Scattered?”

“Yes my lord. They rare contact-”

Haemotalion raised his hand, and you shut your jaws.

“They have been operating well without assistance, and it should stay that way.”

“I disagree. Who here votes for assisting the Anathema Psykana?”

By one vote, that being Fadix the Grandmaster of The Officio Assassinorum, resulted in Trevaine’s favor. Haemotalion simmered in silent rage. Worst of all, it was you that had to deal with this. You hoped there’s going to be some manual to speak Thoughtmark… at least you’re not going to the citadel.

With the first day of the meeting over, you went back home with the usual escorts of Lucifer Black guardsmen. The wide, hollow home of yours was silent as usual. You laid on your bed after a hot shower, sleep did not come yet, which left you with nothing.

>Play Regicide by yourself
>Try to sleep
>Look outside of your window
>Write in

>>5699296
How so anon?

>>5699308
>Write in
Walk around the gardens

>>5699308
>Try to sleep

>>5698814
This inexplicable reminded me of this
https://files.catbox.moe/nbxkyx.gif

>>5699329
shomin sample is S tier for thigh lovers.

>>5699308
>>Look outside of your window

>>5699323
Supporting

>>5699308
>>Write in
>>Pray for once

>>5699308
>>Play Regicide by yourself

>>5699432
>>5699323
Counted

A walk sounded nice, and unlike the underhives of Terra hives, the air was clear. The Upper-Towers (no nobles would live in a place described as ‘hives'), housed some of the most powerful men in the Imperium. Nobles, visiting governors, Lord Generals, anyone who dined on fresh meats, fruits, and vegetables while the masses died in starvation would be here. The garden at the 235th floor was the quiet of them all. Unlike the other garden floors, the 235th floor had flowers from all planets.

Ancient Terran flowers such as rosus, lilies, and marry-gold. The floral scent overwhelmed just about any other scents, but pleasant nonetheless. You didn’t know why you chose to take a walk, or why sleep had yet to come. You knelt down to admire a white rosus, a pretty little thing stuck at the bottom of the bush. A flower stuck at the bottom, destine to stay at the bottom despite the privileged position.

“I did not expect to find someone here at such hours. Let alone the Undersecretary.”

You stood up quickly and took a step back. The man dressed in black coat with gray accents and buttons, a black and gold epatulettes rested on his shoulders with gold aiguillette. Despite the standard fashion, if not a little bland, carried the symbol of the Inquisition.

“Good evening, Inquisitor.”

He nodded.

“Good evening, Undersecretary. May I ask why you are here?”

“I couldn’t sleep. It seems as if the Imperium is on another verge of collapse. Yet all I see is bickering for power that they already have abundance of.”

The man stroked his cleanly shaven and sharp chin.

“You are referring to The High Council?”

“I am. Though that’s all I can divulge.”

“Of course.”

He paused, the wide and square jaw gave him an imposing visage, and his sharp gaze that was his eyes did not help. He was a rugged man with wide shoulders.
>Stay silent
>“I hear the Inquisition is similar due to ideological differences.”
>“What brings you here, Inquisitor?”

>>5699758
>“What brings you here, Inquisitor?”

>>5699758
>“What brings you here, Inquisitor?”

>>5699758
Come on, of course he is here because all the paralisis demons he must deal with

>Stay silent.
He is appraising us and wondering if we are deserving of some special information or two

>>5699758
>>Stay silent

>>5699758
>Stay silent

>>5700014
Anon, please don't make some assumption that will sway people to vote some other ways.

>>5700257
But they are doing what I want

>>5700264
Then I'll discount any votes that comes after yours from now on and votes that comes after someone makes an assumption like yours.

>>5700104
>>5700024
>>5700014

Update will be tomorrow. While it's fine to make speculation from the context of updates, please don't make wild assumptions that will sway the people's vote.

okay

>>5700271
I mean, wild assumptions are part of the fun of questing

>>5700347
That's a fair point, I just don't want anons to be swayed by an assumption based on no evidence at all. That's my worry.

There wasn’t much to say after that. Inquisitors equal that of a bag of random trinkets. You could have gotten yourself a ball of soft fur, a lump of metal, or razor blades that cut your fingers. Despite the obvious silence, the inquisitor remained next to you.

“And you have my thanks for the swift reply.”

“Reply?”

“The incident at Hoth II, Inquisitor Solo sent you the request. He was injured so I had to finish his report.”

You withheld your gasp and cover your open lips with your hand.

“Is he alright?”

“She will recover. Inquisitors of Ordo Astartes are made of tougher fibers.”

The polite grin, you’ve seen them many times. Perhaps the inquisitor was gravely injured, or dead. Regardless, there was always one truth to inquisitors, their words were not to be easily trusted. Inquisitors were to be feared. Innocentiae Nihil Probat: Innocence proves nothing.

“Well if that’s all…”

“One more thing, I hear you will be going to the Somnus Citadel.”

“Most likely.”

He gazed at the flowers, gently grasping the petals with his gloved hand then back to you.

“An advice for you, though you may feel aversion from these sisters, they are the best of what they do.”

“Of course, they are the servants of the Imperium after all.”

“I do not mean aversion from their nature, but their hostility. They have been abandoned for a long time. They will not hesitate to be cynical of your arrival.”

He released the flower, tipped his peaked cap low and left.

As expected, Haemotalion called you into his office.

“Go to the Somnus Citadel, stay there for a bit and return in a week.”

“My lord?”

“There is no point in assisting them, they are abominations.”

Haemotalion was always the hypocrite, claiming his support for the Static Tendency but only when it suited him. Then again, most supporters of Static Tendency thought that way.

“Yes my lord.”

“First we give help to those abominations and now the news of a primarch,” Haemotalion sneered then drank his amasec. “This galaxy is going mad.”

“A p-primarch?”

“Go. Before I lose my patience, girl.”

“Yes my lord.”

Before you made for the trip, the inquisitor’s words had a point. Centuries of being abandoned, and now the Imperium wants their help in the time of crisis? You’d be angry too. You boarded the Unbroken Quill, and caught up on the Thoughtmark, a rather complex language of using hands, you only hoped there hasn’t been any changes over the centuries. Also, Somnus Citadel was abandoned, who lived there to greet you in the first place?

The Somnus Citadel, as expected the so-called citadel, was a mess. Broken lights, faulty wiring, even the doors had to be pried open by the navy breachers. The dull colors of metal and gray was illuminated by the low white lights. Though, you expected more dust and webs. This time, along with navy breachers you were given more escorts, a squad of Inquisitorial Stormtroopers. You suppose that inquisitor thought your job was important enough for them.

“Welcome.”

A hooded man approached, the dim light casted a shadow of his sunken face. You saw no sisters, but hooded men and women, all were pale and skinny with sunken cheeks. The stormtroopers moved quickly to stood in front of you immediately upon seeing the hooded men, they raised their hotshot lasguns at them.

“Hold your fire! What are you doing!”

>You squeeze your way between them and block their aim
>You jumped on one of the stormtroopers, a bad idea, but you had to do something quickly
>“Did you not hear me! Cease this!”
>Write in

>>5700748
>“Did you not hear me! Cease this!”

>>5700748
>>You squeeze your way between them and block their aim

>>5700748
Oh, then we are in the process of restoring the order of silence per guilliman's orders... and these scrawnies are the fellowship.
I am certain they jumped to fast because that's their training. Or they are under orders that we are not privy to. I wonder if the people we are seeing are blanks.
>Cease this!!

>>5700930
Guilliman is not back and Cadia's fall did not happen yet either.

>>5700359

I feel like that's their worry, to not spot opinion without information. If it's truly a universe changing decision, that probably should be telegraphed in advance some.

>>5697133
>A proclamation by Primarch Guillimam that tied the custodians to Terra. Interesting… if not surprising. Though you remember the Edict of Restraint being considered for a repeal few times in the history of Imperium.
>>5700941
Where did he go to inbetween updates

>>5701029
Hh fuck me sideways this was post horus heresy, I got the idea the primarch was back since that update

>>5700748
>“Did you not hear me! Cease this!”

>>5700748
>“Did you not hear me! Cease this!”

>>5701169
>>5701045
>>5700930
>>5700821

Cunted

“Did you not hear me! Cease this! Hey I know you can hear me! Listen! Hey!”

The stormtroopers did not listen and kept the barrel high. They were talking to one another through the helmet’s vox, then one synchronized move they lowered their guns. Emperor… you almost had your heart drop.

“Now if you’re done scaring the locals, let me through for feth’s sake.”

You walked through the space between the stormtroopers, you cleared your throat and slightly puffed your chest up and your hands held at your back.

“I am Undersecretary Amadeus of the Administratum and Acting Mistress of the Departmento Munitorum. I am here to speak with the commander of the Anathema Psykana.”

“They are not here. We are the Fellowship, the servants of the Sisterhood.”

“Then where are they?”

“We do not know, we wait until their return.”

“Who are you people?”

“We are the Fellowship, the descendants of the Sisters of Silence that chose to stay here at the end of the Great Crusade. We maintain the citadel and wait for their return, it is our first time seeing someone in centuries.”

“Then how do you live here?”

“We have our own methods.”

You sighed, that was perfect. You wasted four hours just to learn Thoughtmark, just great.

“Well then, I guess I’ll have to do the bare minimum and look for one of Sisters to take command here.”

“You cannot.” The man of the Fellowship said tersely.

“Why not?”

“We do not recognize you, Undersecretary. We have not heard of your rank.”

“That’s because it is an old rank dating back during the Great Crusade, I am the most recently appointed one. Nevertheless, this is the Imperium’s base, and I am an officer of the Imperium.”

The men and women of the Fellowship entered. From the doors, hangar openings, more and more of the skinny robed people gathered. You saw the stormtroopers slowly raise their barrels slightly. The navy-breachers also seemed just as tense.

“You are not welcomed, only the Sisters of Silence may enter. Please, we ask you to leave in peace.”

It was then the stormtroopers raised their guns again, you saw no weapons on the Fellowship however.

“Hold your fire!”

Damn them, do they take everything as threats or something? They had a right to distrust you, you were their first contact with anyone outside the citadel after all. Most likely, they knew how to operate the Citadel at the fullest potential and had the knowledge. Killing them should be the last resort.

>“I am here to assist the Sisters of Silence. We did not come here to harm them or your place in the Citadel. I ask you to understand and trust us. Your hesitation is understandable, but we are not here to harm you.”
>“I see, then I will take my leave.” You decided to find a Sister of Silence first rather than cause more trouble here.
>“Descendants or not, this base does not belong to your people but the Imperium’s. If you kill us all here then we will not be able to report in which there will be a more brutal response. If you allow us to leave I have no choice but to report back, which will also bring harm to your people. There is only one choice, I implore you to make the right decision for your people’s survival.”

>>5701535
Could we have a write in that involves using Thoughtmark? If not the most sensible option (for me) is voting for:
>>“I see, then I will take my leave.” You decided to find a Sister of Silence first rather than cause more trouble here.

>>5701547
+1

>>5701535
>“I am here to assist the Sisters of Silence. We did not come here to harm them or your place in the Citadel. I ask you to understand and trust us. Your hesitation is understandable, but we are not here to harm you.”

>>5701535
>>“I see, then I will take my leave.” You decided to find a Sister of Silence first rather than cause more trouble here.

>>5701535
>“Descendants or not, this base does not belong to your people but the Imperium’s. If you kill us all here then we will not be able to report in which there will be a more brutal response. If you allow us to leave I have no choice but to report back, which will also bring harm to your people. There is only one choice, I implore you to make the right decision for your people’s survival.”

>>5701535
>“I see, then I will take my leave.” You decided to find a Sister of Silence first rather than cause more trouble here.

>>5701547
Supporting