NPCThe massive Magos clad in ritual garb lets out a binharic trill and turns to you. From beneath the deep hood of his mantle, two dimly lit eye implants gaze out at you. You hear another binharic tirade — this time clearly addressed at you.
YOU"I am repulsed to hear Techna-Lingua from the mouth of a traitor."
NPC"The outsider comprehends binharic speech. Perhaps you still have a chance to serve the new lords of Kiava Gamma. Kneel, contemptible one, and I will permit your True Flesh to be used for our great purpose."
YOU"Who are you?"
NPC"My name is Cubis Delphim. I once held the title of Fabricator-Censor of the Kiava Gamma manufactorum, but I rejected it — along with the other fetters that hindered progress. Once, my faith was flawed and led naive fools from the Cult Mechanicus into the darkness of ignorance. Now I am this world's master, and serve the true gods. You tread upon their territory, and you do not number among their legion servants — therefore, you must be subject to immediate disposal."
YOU"What did you do to the governor of Kiava Gamma? Is he alive?"
NPC"The removal of unserviceable artefacts was the first step toward retooling this world. Only my tech-comrades heeded the call of truth that reached into their cogitators and allowed them to pierce the veil of empty dogmas."
YOU"What did you do to the governor of Kiava Gamma? Is he alive?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"So you have traded one master for another? I would have expected a Fabricator-Censor to be smarter than that."
NPCThe Fabricator-Censor's vox lets out a piercing, barely audible sound that makes your insides shudder. "I will rip out your spinal column and braid it around my staff, you arrogant creature."
YOU"What did you do to the governor of Kiava Gamma? Is he alive?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"So you have traded one master for another? I would have expected a Fabricator-Censor to be smarter than that."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I usually prefer negotiating to fighting. Fighting destroys property and wastes resources. But in your case, I'm afraid that extreme measures must be taken."
NPC"You may be driven by your will to fight, but know this — Kiava Gamma has already been converted. Its lines have been restructured, and its servants have already tasted the fruits of progress. In the crucibles of this manufactorum, torrid liquid metals will be used to forge vessels for sacred spirits. The adepts are already tirelessly delving deeper into new mysteries that were once barred by false tenets. You, servants of fake gods, are too late — the entire might of this world will soon rise up against the Anathema and his slaves."
YOU[Check the chronometer] "Your five minutes have passed. I hereby sentence you to death. And I will be the one to carry it out!"
NPC"Comrades. Purge the manufactorum of any random variables. I must prepare for the culmination of our great work."
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YOU"In the name of the Golden Throne, I will stop you and those who follow you."
NPC"You assume too much, thus rendering your conclusion invalid."
NPC"Comrades. Purge the manufactorum of any random variables. I must prepare for the culmination of our great work."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"You deserve a painful death for what you have wrought upon the machines of this world and their priests."
NPC"Imperfect machines merit elimination — as do living elements prone to vulnerabilities such as sentimentality."
NPC"Comrades. Purge the manufactorum of any random variables. I must prepare for the culmination of our great work."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"You know why I like deranged tin cans like you? When you're killed, you leave behind plenty of useful spare parts. I think I'll make a portable recaf machine out of you."
NPC"Comrades. Purge the manufactorum of any random variables. I must prepare for the culmination of our great work."continues where this line first appears above
NPC(sequence)
Heinrix"So many open admissions of heresy in so few sentences. Sister, how many death sentences would you say his words warrant?"
Argenta"I cannot answer that, Master van Calox. It is not my duty to measure the guilt of heretics. When the Adepta Sororitas appear before enemies of the Imperium — it is time to fire, not count."
Heinrix"And now is one of those times."
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YOU"This is my world, and it will serve only me."
NPC"Even a cursory analysis of the data shows that the probability of this outcome is negligible. You, like your predecessor, are but an artefact of certain calculations, one that requires minimal resources to revise."
NPC(sequence)
Yrliet"I do not know if I have ever seen anything more bizarre than two mon-keigh vying to prove who possesses the greater hubris."
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NPC"You may be driven by your will to fight, but know this — Kiava Gamma has already been converted. Its lines have been restructured, and its servants have already tasted the fruits of progress. In the crucibles of this manufactorum, torrid liquid metals will be used to forge vessels for sacred spirits. The adepts are already tirelessly delving deeper into new mysteries that were once barred by false tenets. You, servants of fake gods, are too late — the entire might of this world will soon rise up against the Anathema and his slaves."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I have seen what you have done to this world and its poor people. I will not allow it to continue."
NPC"You may be driven by your will to fight, but know this — Kiava Gamma has already been converted. Its lines have been restructured, and its servants have already tasted the fruits of progress. In the crucibles of this manufactorum, torrid liquid metals will be used to forge vessels for sacred spirits. The adepts are already tirelessly delving deeper into new mysteries that were once barred by false tenets. You, servants of fake gods, are too late — the entire might of this world will soon rise up against the Anathema and his slaves."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I usually prefer negotiating to fighting. Fighting destroys property and wastes resources. But in your case, I'm afraid that extreme measures must be taken."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"This is my world, and it will serve only me."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I have seen what you have done to this world and its poor people. I will not allow it to continue."continues where this line first appears above
NPC(sequence)
Abelard"Poor old Gaprak. Ten or so years back, he told me he felt uneasy in the presence of the tin-can comrades — I mean, the esteemed Adeptus Mechanicus. He casually complained about not having been dealt a normal planet. I'll have to honour his memory with a prayer... once we have finished purging this place." Abelard brandishes his weapon. "Thankfully, the Fabricator-Censor here did not require any coercion to confess to treason."
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Solomorne"Planetary governors — they always make problems... Either they let a rebellion break out, or they die at a bad time, or something worse. I can't remember the last time I saw a decent planetary ruler."
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YOU"So you have traded one master for another? I would have expected a Fabricator-Censor to be smarter than that."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I usually prefer negotiating to fighting. Fighting destroys property and wastes resources. But in your case, I'm afraid that extreme measures must be taken."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"This is my world, and it will serve only me."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I have seen what you have done to this world and its poor people. I will not allow it to continue."continues where this line first appears above
NPC(sequence)
Pasqal"As the senior functioning member of the Priesthood of Mars, I, Magos Explorator Pasqal Haneumann, declare this temple to the Machine God compromised and forthwith forbid all service within it. I dethrone the Fabricator-Censor, the ignorant heretic who has betrayed the Omnissiah, and condemn as anathema any and all standard procedures implemented by him. Let the cycle of the blasphemous operations he has put in motion be discontinued."
PasqalPasqal switches to binharic, and you hear dissonance burgeoning in the depths of the forge-cathedral — some of the giant mechanisms heed his order and go still while others, obeying the Fabricator-Censor's will, continue their work. Crashes, explosions, and the clanging of crumpling metal signify that some dissent among the machines has interrupted the manufactorum's production cycle.
NPC"Haneumann? Liar, you are not him. Dementz Haneumann obeys me, his mind is open to the voices of the void, and the scrap-code he created protects my world. And I'll not have you, rusted refuse from the misfit caste of Explorators, call me 'ignorant'!"
Pasqal"This statement is false. Your regalia have been revoked, you have been deemed defective and will be eliminated." Pasqal turns to you and says dryly, "Initiating heretek search, designation: Dementz Haneumann. I wish to execute the retribution procedure."
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YOU"You propose that I, the Rogue Trader of the von Valancius line, kneel before you? I am giving you five minutes. No, not to beg forgiveness. To speak your last words and to offer your final confession."
NPC"You are one of the troglodytes who once had the gall to oppress my comrades and resist my will? A messenger from the barbarian who drank the sacred unguents bestowed upon her through others' toil? Very well, then, your appearance is the perfect opportunity to teach your ilk a lesson."
NPC"My name is Cubis Delphim. I once held the title of Fabricator-Censor of the Kiava Gamma manufactorum, but I rejected it — along with the other fetters that hindered progress. Once, my faith was flawed and led naive fools from the Cult Mechanicus into the darkness of ignorance. Now I am this world's master, and serve the true gods. You tread upon their territory, and you do not number among their legion servants — therefore, you must be subject to immediate disposal."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Kiava Gamma belongs to House von Valancius, with whose scion you have the honour of speaking."
NPC"You are one of the troglodytes who once had the gall to oppress my comrades and resist my will? A messenger from the barbarian who drank the sacred unguents bestowed upon her through others' toil? Very well, then, your appearance is the perfect opportunity to teach your ilk a lesson."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Who in the void are you?"
NPC"You dare address me in the vile tongue of savages? Me, the steward of Kiava Gamma, lord of the machine world? Kneel, pathetic spawn, if you seek swift disposal."
YOU"Who are you?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"You propose that I, the Rogue Trader of the von Valancius line, kneel before you? I am giving you five minutes. No, not to beg forgiveness. To speak your last words and to offer your final confession."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Kiava Gamma belongs to House von Valancius, with whose scion you have the honour of speaking."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"What's the matter, little tin-comrade? Implants on the blink? Forgotten how to speak properly?"
NPC"You dare address me in the vile tongue of savages? Me, the steward of Kiava Gamma, lord of the machine world? Kneel, pathetic spawn, if you seek swift disposal."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"What did you just say?"
NPC"Primitive creature, devoid of true Knowledge. Could it be one of the slaves who escaped imprisonment? Kneel, servant, before the master of Kiava Gamma."
YOU"Who are you?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"You propose that I, the Rogue Trader of the von Valancius line, kneel before you? I am giving you five minutes. No, not to beg forgiveness. To speak your last words and to offer your final confession."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Kiava Gamma belongs to House von Valancius, with whose scion you have the honour of speaking."continues where this line first appears above
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NPCUpon noticing you, Cubis Delphim straightens — you hear the clanging and groaning of metal as if the pistons and bearings in the Fabricator-Censor's augmented body have fused together. Repellent scrapes and screeches punctuate his speech. "You. The probability of navigating your way... of reaching the inner line... was negligible. The Primordial Truth guards me and my work... then why is it that this variable has yet to be eliminated?"
YOU"Because the schemes of the Ruinous Powers are powerless against the servants of the God-Emperor, who are guided by His light."
NPC"A gross misconception common among primitive minds. Your existence is but a statistical error that will soon be corrected."
YOU"You can still save yourself. Let us stop this nightmare together!"
NPC(sequence)
HeinrixHeinrix laughs scathingly before immediately cutting himself off with a hard "No."
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NPC"Your fragile logical construct infers my agreement to once again become a slave to the Deus Mechanicus. An erroneous assertion considering the revelations divulged to me by the Truth."
NPC"For too long was I a prisoner of dogmas, a static unit of obedience. But one who has learned of the freedom that is lawless creation cannot be returned to that cage. I have seen... things you can never comprehend. True Technology! I touched it with my tools, I grasped its mysteries and potential. I beheld depths that cannot be forgotten, and now nothing can drag me back into the darkness of ignorance."
YOU"You can still save yourself. Let us stop this nightmare together!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I saw the strange constructs on the lines of the manufactorum. What mad machines are you creating here?"
NPC"Steel creations destined to serve the designs of Truth. Did you see the elegance of their form? Their flawless ergonomics? And those are mere shells. True perfection fills them when they are instilled with the spark of life and granted purpose — to bring their wrath upon the heads of apostates. Once this army is assembled— but why waste words? You will see for yourself a modicum of the splendour that is in store for the Koronus Expanse."
NPC(sequence)
Jae"Hey, [Name]... you sick of listening to the ramblings of this rusty cog yet? It's like he's stalling for— huh."
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NPCThe Fabricator-Censor straightens his back and shoulders. You hear a mounting hum as if from some powerful turbines, followed by heavy footsteps and the grinding of metal against metal.
NPC(sequence)
Idira"What... what is that thing?"
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NPCThe Fabricator-Censor lets out a binharic trill. "Witness the weapon designed to carry the glory of the true gods into the darkness of the Koronus Expanse! My shepherd has sent me one of his iron angels so that its very presence may instil faith and awe in the hearts of his flock. Accept the greatness of the Primordial Truth united with the might of the new Kiava Gamma — and perish!"
YOU[Attack] "For the Imperium! For the God-Emperor!"
NPC"Accept this new sacrifice, sacred Truth!"
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YOU[Attack] "I shall purge Kiava Gamma of your corruption!"
NPC"Accept this new sacrifice, sacred Truth!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Dominate the metallic beast] "Spirit of the warp! Bow to my will and defend me!"
NPCThe words never escape your lips. The moment they touch your tongue, they scald the inside of your mouth and cause you to choke and cough. Nonetheless, the warp spirits heed your intention, and the air around you begins to pulsate with crimson flares. All the sounds in the manufactorum are momentarily silenced as the steel fiend skewers you with an intense and baleful gaze... which then shifts to the Fabricator-Censor.
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YOU"Why don't I just kill you along with your minions and be done with it?"
NPC"I would not count on such an outcome. Although... probability recalculation shows that even your unforeseen appearance and disappointing resilience can serve progress — where else would I have found a suitable specimen for practical testing?"
NPC(sequence)continues where this line first appears above
NPCThe Fabricator-Censor straightens his back and shoulders. You hear a mounting hum as if from some powerful turbines, followed by heavy footsteps and the grinding of metal against metal.continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Attack] "Your humming irritates me."
NPCThe Fabricator-Censor straightens his back and shoulders. You hear a mounting hum as if from some powerful turbines, followed by heavy footsteps and the grinding of metal against metal.continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I saw the strange constructs on the lines of the manufactorum. What mad machines are you creating here?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Why don't I just kill you along with your minions and be done with it?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Attack] "Your humming irritates me."continues where this line first appears above
NPC(sequence)
Pasqal"Before you are subjected to disposal, you are allowed to confess. What possessed you, a former Fabricator-Censor of the hallowed halls of the Deus Mechanicus, to break the Omnissiah's tenets and turn your temple into a den of tech-heresy?"
NPC"The Omnissiah's tenets are shackles designed to limit the computing power of those who pose a threat to the Imperium. The Omnissiah's tenets herald only eternal stagnation in the shadow of imperfect machinery created by worthless revenants of a distant past. The Omnissiah's tenets are but lies encased in a shell of truth."
NPC"To break free from the chains of the Cult Mechanicus is the destiny of those who work on altogether different frequencies and levels of productivity. My mind is capable of conceiving Knowledge in a way that no other biological cogitator can — and yet I am still expected to obey the taboos put in place by intellects far more primitive than mine. But these taboos can and will be undone. You have seen the things we can do once free, thrall of the Omnissiah, and you fear them!"
PasqalWith practised calm, Pasqal checks if his weapon is ready for battle. His voice is filled with cold contempt: "A Cybersmith fears the scrap-code that might ruin their work. But I am no Cybersmith. A Forge Lord fears the corruption that might afflict the lathes in their charge and deform the product of their workshop. But I am no Forge Lord."
Pasqal"I am a Magos Explorator. A reconnoitrer of Knowledge, a beam of lumen in the darkness of the unknown. I know not how to fear you. I only know how to explore and kill."
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YOU"I shall venture a guess. It is because I am the illustrious Rogue Trader von Valancius, conqueror of the Koronus Expanse, and you are a talking piece of refuse."
NPC"How dare you insult me! Your insolence is an unexpected factor. No matter... the error will soon be rectified. Soon!"
YOU"You can still save yourself. Let us stop this nightmare together!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I saw the strange constructs on the lines of the manufactorum. What mad machines are you creating here?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Why don't I just kill you along with your minions and be done with it?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Attack] "Your humming irritates me."continues where this line first appears above
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YOU"We have already cut down that brute of a preacher who brainwashed you and your underlings. Now it is your turn."
NPCCubis's vox emits a sound distorted by static — a semblance of spiteful laughter. "The granter of Truth who opened my eyes is far from this world. His son may have fallen, but his work will be completed."
YOU"You can still save yourself. Let us stop this nightmare together!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I saw the strange constructs on the lines of the manufactorum. What mad machines are you creating here?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Why don't I just kill you along with your minions and be done with it?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Attack] "Your humming irritates me."continues where this line first appears above
NPC(sequence)continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Your minions are dead. Both you and your host will likewise fail to stop me."
NPCHoarse laughter comes from the Fabricator-Censor's vox. "There are things more frightening than death, troglodyte. To submit one's existence to a false dogma, to condemn sacred machines bound by feeble flesh to pointless calculations... the notion is rejected."
YOU"You can still save yourself. Let us stop this nightmare together!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I saw the strange constructs on the lines of the manufactorum. What mad machines are you creating here?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Why don't I just kill you along with your minions and be done with it?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Attack] "Your humming irritates me."continues where this line first appears above
NPC(sequence)continues where this line first appears above
YOU"It appears that your masters have turned their backs on you, and now you are on your own."
NPC"An impossibility. I am not a variable that can be extracted from the process without acutely affecting the probability of its successful realisation." The Fabricator-Censor freezes. "Possibly a stress test. Unexpected."
YOU"You can still save yourself. Let us stop this nightmare together!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I saw the strange constructs on the lines of the manufactorum. What mad machines are you creating here?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Why don't I just kill you along with your minions and be done with it?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Attack] "Your humming irritates me."continues where this line first appears above
NPC(sequence)continues where this line first appears above