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bobarctor1977
Posts : 1311 Join date : 2017-11-11 Location : Michigan, USA
| Subject: Data Sun May 13, 2018 6:46 pm | |
| Dramatis Personae: Inquisitor Vidal Torquemada: Your boss. Norgrim Zuriel: Tech-adept at the station. Only mildly augmented with bionics. Head of security and personnel. Magos Artelinus Tilaris: Magos. Top-dog at the research station. Rooms: 3: supply cloests 4: communications room with vox bank 5: Mess hall 6: astropathic chambers Topmost 10: your quarters Other 10s: slaves/tech adepts quarters 11: servitor charge station 12-13: research laboratories. off limits. 14: restroom 16: shrine to the omnissiah 17: fuel storage 18: auto part storage 19: a garage with 2 snowcrawlers. 20: workshop 23: power station 24: furnace room 25: fenced off highvoltage area 29: armory 30: office for magos everything else is what it says on the map or something unimportant Landing pad is not attached to the station. It is a quarter mile or half a kilometer away from the station. EDIT: Objectives:
- Find out what is happening on this moon. - Eliminate anything heretical, demonic, or xenos-affiliated. - Report back to Inquisitor Torquemada. _________________ "Don't mess with me, lady. I've been drinking with skeletons."
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| | | Theoretical
Posts : 345 Join date : 2018-01-03
| Subject: Re: Data Fri May 18, 2018 10:07 pm | |
| Coordinates of dig site 82.8628°S, 135.7352E. given by Nogrim.
Local dangers: Avalanches, snow drifts, etc... dangerous ambush Animals, no visual data obtained. Multiple limbs
Mechanicus base: Armed with Las & stubbers (have not confirmed) 14 individuals on staff, and 5 servitors (Not confirmed) Snow crawlers (unknown number) 60 mile range, although mecahnicus allegedly haven't used past 25 miles.
Leads: Miniaturised cogitator carried by snow crawler. Possible archeotech, xenotech or here-tech. Would like Felyx to examine
Weird things: Base is poorly maintained, dirty etc... Members of base are weird. | |
| | | Iron and Metal Admin
Posts : 5164 Join date : 2017-10-15 Age : 37 Location : Where the sun settles in its final location
| Subject: Re: Data Sat May 19, 2018 8:45 am | |
| - Cover Story:
[Cover Story]: Felyx is the poor schmuck tasked with surveying a whole swath of planets this backwoods sector of the galaxy. Orbital scans only reveal so much, so he is tasked with performing scans from upper atmosphere and poking around on foot when necessary for ancient civilizations, archeotech, and other sites of interest to the Mechanicum. Currently, this has been sold as an Ordos Explorator mapping of this moon only. [Planetary Scan]: - Research Station itself with a landing pad (with Mechanicus void-capable vessel capable of transporting 40 crew) and storage facility. Landing pad roughly 20-30 min. walk froms tation. - Secondary structure (unidentified) long and narrow, 2 miles away from Station, partially buried in snow - Dig site, cave, 1 mile away from Station (opposite direction). [Audio Recording/Vox Transmission]: Everything is fucked. "Headaches//Visions//Pure Madness"; "Mechanicum fanatics"; "Under 1/2 strength"; "Send the guard in... kill us all."; Loud crash followed by silence. Coupled with the Magos' clipped speaking manner and violent shivers, Felyx is under the impression that a purge will be more than likely necessary. [From Shrine Room Communion]: - The Machine Spirit runs white hot with passion and is full of zeal - almost to a fault - while also disappointed with the crew on site. Feelings of appreciation, admiration, frustration, and disappointment. There is a great work underway that could potentially uncover millennia-old secrets. Further Communion will be necessary to better understand what the machine knows. [Living Beings]: - Norgrim: Head of security, jack of all trades seemingly. Seems over worked and stressed out. Armed (las pistol) - Magos: Head of the facility/highest ranking Mech member encountered. Felyx noticed that he exhibits odd/not standard speech patterns. Furthermore, his body is rhythmically racked with shivers and tremors - highly unusual. Something is definitely wrong. Armed (mastercrafted plasma pistol)
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| | | bobarctor1977
Posts : 1311 Join date : 2017-11-11 Location : Michigan, USA
| Subject: Re: Data Sat May 19, 2018 9:01 am | |
| A couple things:
2 snow crawlers in the garage.
The landing pad is NOT attached to the station. I initially said it's a 20-30 minute walk between the two - I imagine that's about a half mile through deep snow.
Sent from Topic'it App _________________ "Don't mess with me, lady. I've been drinking with skeletons."
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| | | Iron and Metal Admin
Posts : 5164 Join date : 2017-10-15 Age : 37 Location : Where the sun settles in its final location
| Subject: Re: Data Sat May 19, 2018 9:18 am | |
| "attached" like a mother-in-law's quarters would be. | |
| | | Iron and Metal Admin
Posts : 5164 Join date : 2017-10-15 Age : 37 Location : Where the sun settles in its final location
| Subject: Re: Data Tue Oct 16, 2018 8:31 am | |
| Solaris Collective - Pre-Imperial Human group that attempted to settle this moon roughly 17,000 standard years ago - M23. - Apparent breakaway group fleeing strife on Terra to start anew. Golden Age of Terra is coming to its bloody conclusion around this time (OOC information) - The ship Euphrates crash landed between the mechanicus (heretek) base and dig site; encountered at least two mutants. - Hezekiah Briar; Leader (though not supreme leader/figurehead)/Renaissance Man. - Information Gained from Archeotech:
***Can't Find Original Info from Euphrates Bob Sent Me***
9.552.438.M23
"Many colonists, myself included, reporting unusual machinery malfunctions....abnormalities, unpredictable errors and lapses....terraforming spire experiencing unaccountable shutdowns....engineers struggling....workflow continues to be interrupted. Must simply hope issues will pass with time...."
9.891.438.M23
"...strange, bizarre lights in sky.....colonists transfixed...."
9.012.439.M23
"...must believe peace will prevail. We sought our freedom from the violence and oppression of Terra, only to spill blood amongst our own...I cannot bear the irony. Cannot explain...outbreaks of violence. Senseless and remorseless...I place my faith in our own humanity, nothing more."
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| | | bobarctor1977
Posts : 1311 Join date : 2017-11-11 Location : Michigan, USA
| Subject: Re: Data Thu Dec 06, 2018 6:05 pm | |
| green - slave with a frag grenade Red: slaves and tech adepts with lasguns. Yellow: servitor drones page 396 Pink: repair servitor page 396 Purple: combat servitor page 397 _________________ "Don't mess with me, lady. I've been drinking with skeletons."
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| | | Iron and Metal Admin
Posts : 5164 Join date : 2017-10-15 Age : 37 Location : Where the sun settles in its final location
| Subject: Re: Data Fri Dec 07, 2018 1:35 pm | |
| Felyx's Second Communion with the Machine Spirit - Spoiler:
- bobarctor1977 wrote:
- Last week, on communioning with the machine spirit....
[copied and pasted your last communion details here so you could clearly follow the narrative, though its still a bit fuzzy]
Felyx is immediately overwhelmed by the sense of being at one with a divine spirit. Sure, it is not the Machine God itself, but in this machine shrine, there was a small but pure aspect of the God. It is an awe-inspiring and humbling feeling.
Felyx's brain is flooded with a dizzying array of sensations - random images and emotions flit across his consciousness, as well as the occasional snippet of a conversation in techna-lingua accompanied by static. The initial general impression from the spirit is one of greetings and welcome, conveyed through no less than thousands of individual images, bursts of emotion, and uncounted automated transmissions of techna-lingua overlayed on one another. It is barely comprehensible to Felyx, but he feels as if the spirit is beckoning him forward, inviting him to communion on a deeper level...
Felyx gave in to the machine. This was not his first communion, but the connection here was remarkable. Working in tandem with Servitor had opened the ritual to a new height and he knew that there was information here that could only benefit his mission.
Omnissiah - guide me - show me - help me understand this place
He waited patiently for the garbled techna-lingua to become a solidified voice.
The spirit goes quiet momentarily. Soon afterwards, images and feelings cascade at a breakneck pace through Felyx's neural circuitry, too fast to comprehend any single moment, but coming together to form a bigger picture.
The impression is that of appreciation and admiration tinged with frustration and disappointment, all in one.
A great work is underway. A sense of majesty and a euphoric rush at the promise of new knowledge, of milennia-old secrets uncovered...it is breathtaking to Felyx. An endeavor of the utmost importance to the Omnissiah and to this particular spirit.
And yet...it falls short of its potential. The agents fall short of the ideals. Personal failings and petty motivations bubble to the surface, threatening the progress of the work......unforgiveable sins to this spirit.
In contrast to other machine spirits you have communed with, you feel and notice that this spirit runs white-hot with passion and zeal, for knowledge as well as the glory of the Omnissiah. What was at first awe-inspiring is now almost concerning. It seems somewhat reckless - possibly even unstable.
Machine Spirit... our communion will end soon, but I will return. Guide me. Allow me to carry out the rightful will of the Omnissiah that I may not falter like those here who have come before.
The machine spirit flickers more images and sensations throughout your mind. They circle around a few concepts...
A cave in a snowy hill, protected by a metal door....
An epicenter, a key player in fate....that appears to be one and the same with the Magos, Artelinus Tilaris....
...and a overarching malaise, an external, intangible force of will, twisting fate to its own machinations.....
After imparting these concepts, the recedes, pulling back and going quiet. Second CommunionOnce again, Felyx creates a very close, very tight bond with the machine as he communes.... The spirit weeps. By the Omnissiah...the sorrow from this machine is palpable. It's enough to bring a grown man to tears, being so intimately linked with a spirit in such abject desolation. And yet, there's something more...a flicker of anger amid the despair. A brief image of the planet flashes...then the dig site...ambitions dashed. A promise of untold glory, of a reclaimed relic [Felyx recognizes this to be the STC], all laid low, all brought to ruin. In the span of a few seconds, the anger flares, morphing into unbridled rage. Again, the passion of the machine is impressive, but it's complete lack of restraint and scattered emotions suggests the spirit is unwell. Something on this planet is not only affecting the people, but the machines. The sanity of the spirit is clearly frayed, nearing total decay. The rage spews forth like a firehose...At the feeble-minded servants who sat on their thrones on Mars, who neglected to scour the galaxy more thoroughly, at the people who did and their petty, mortal failings. Machines....crippled by weak flesh. The tragedy of the millennia...these sensations, thoughts, and feelings all dance and linger across Felyx's consciousness like ever-shifting mists. But the ire of the spirit, by and large, is focused on two. Images of two beings....humans who may have been noble agents of the Omnissiah, but for their weak flesh, a fickle guiding hand from beyond, and their pathetic human thirst for greatness.....one crippled by madness, while the other is ascends ascends with the forces of chaos.... It's rage dwindling, the spirit grows quiet. A period of silent lament follows, though it may not be expressive, you can still feel its sorrow and pain quite clearly.
- Felyx's Response:
Felyx grit is teeth. The rage in the machine he had begun to feel swell inside of him, and it was righteous.
+++I will destroy these interlopers who defile the name of the Omnissiah! I am Felyx-080 and this is my pledge to you, God of the Cog! Guide me, machine spirit. What can I do to avenge you? What can I do to be your vengeance incarnate on those who poisoned you? What can I do to bring ruin to those WHO WOULD DEFILE A SACRED STC?! IMBUE ME WITH YOUR WILL, MACHINE SPIRIT.+++
If Felyx had been speaking aloud, tears would have ran freely down his cheeks as the full gravity of the situation weighed upon him. He would see the Magos pay for his crimes. This desecration would be rectified. He knew he had to act fast. Once the instructions from the Machine God's aspect came through, he would see if he could take full advantage of the situation.
+++Send me your eyes - plug me into the security surveillance systems - show me your foes here on this base and at the dig site. Give me your voice! Broadcast my message to those here who would oppose us that they hear me if I deem it. Grant me your omnipresence, that the doors and locks and any prevention of your wrath be bypassed+++
- Machine Spirit:
The spirit signals distrust and apprehension. Why trust Felyx? How can the spirit trust him when seemingly devoted tech priests have been so faithless? If the spirit were too lend one meager morsel of aid to another traitor to the Omnissiah, it's anguish would be multiplied ten-fold....it needs some reassurance.
- Felyx:
Felyx understood the apprehension. The machine had been hurt. And like a frightened beast, the abuse had made it weary of outsiders and anything that resembled its tormentors. The rage in Felyx grew and he hoped the machine could feel its righteousness. He wills himself into his physical body momentarily. Into the cogitators input scanner he places the brain core of the traitor. ++Flesh I ripped from one of the traitors to the Lord of the Cog - one of the deceivers who wore our sacred cloth. I plunged steel into her cerebral cortex so that even in death she would not find immortality in the form of hallowed data. Her life, her memories, her brain core are no longer hers. They are mine; I am the horror of the heretek; I am the collector of their souls.+++Felyx willed the firewall to the dataport down at the base of his neck, which connected the machine to him. There were no secrets now. The machine would know his past, know his actions, and know his intentions. [Wanting to use his data-port access for an additional +10 to the test in the form of open access to his neural core] Felyx's fingers began working subtle incantations of calming to the cog; these were ancient and extremely potent rights, the secrets of which had been lost for untold generations, but the potency never died. He kept these motions up, even if they were giving him no immediate reaction; he knew the machine needed them. [Hoping to use Trade Technomat here; as I understand it, it is just going over memorized rote movements to make machines do shit for you. Basically, "WE DON'T KNOW WHY CTL+ALT+DELETE works, but it does! 70 vs 40/no help there. http://orokos.com/roll/682275][/color=#00ffff]
+++See the righteousness in me, that I may smite your foes eternally. Make me your avatar...+++
He gave the machine everything he had; every ounce of honesty and passion. And he wept.
[43 vs 44 Fellowship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA YEAH BOY!!!!! http://orokos.com/roll/682278]
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| | | bobarctor1977
Posts : 1311 Join date : 2017-11-11 Location : Michigan, USA
| Subject: Re: Data Tue Dec 10, 2019 8:25 am | |
| Tangaroa - Hive Lono
Basic Lono GeographyUnderhive - The nastiest, grimiest part of the hive. The denizens of the underhive have never seen the light of day and are cut off from all but the most bare semblance of civilization. There are no basic services such as electricity or running water here, and there is certainly no law enforcement. Nonetheless, millions or perhaps billions of lowlives, mutants, insane individuals and wanted criminals call this place home. Might makes right as violent, half-mad gangs wander among the cramped tunnels, passageways and bare foundations of the massive hive. Many sections of the underhive will be periodically submerged with the tides and Tangaroa's regular violent storms, but somehow, the strange occupants here have managed to adapt. Lower Hive - Directly above the underhive is the lower hive. Picture a massive, labyrinth of favela-like slums. Although it could hardly be described as a safe or pleasant place to live, it is head and shoulders better than the underhive. Electricity, running water, and law enforcement are all readily available - although you can expect the corrupt arbites to shake you down just as fast as they might help you. On the outskirts of the lower hive sit sprawling docks where shipping barges and fishing vessels enter port through horizontally-moving doors in the sea wall. Currently, there is a lot of unrest in the lower hive on account of labor disputes. Massive strikes and protests are led by the Seafarers Union, who are inevitably met with violent force by the well-armed arbites. In addition to fishing, all sorts of industries rely on mass, cheap labor in the lower hive, including manufacturing and prometheium processing. Organized crime and gangs rule over most of this part of the city, with shoot-outs and lockdowns a regular occurrence as the background gang skirmishes erupt into all-out war. Upper Hive - There are two kinds of people in Hive Lono (and on Tangaroa in general). The haves and the have nots. This is where the haves live. The upper hive is where the wealthy reside in sizable mansions, enjoying a relatively peaceful and pleasant lives, thanks to the toiling masses below them. This is also where almost all of the administrative buildings and organizations reside. People who live here include well-to-do merchants, bureaucrats, nobles, famous ship captains, shipping barons, many ranking members of the PDF, and those who simply inherited a good deal of money. One benefit of the upper hive is that it is far enough above the sea that they enjoy sunshine and fresh air regardless of all but the nastiest storms, as the sea wall rarely has to rise this far to protect them from the ocean. The Spires - This is where the filthy rich reside. A miniscule sliver of Hive Lono's largest population lives in these ridiculously opulent narrow spires that tower over the hive and the writhing seas. Reinforced with high-grade plasteel and designed to be greatly aerodynamic, these towers have no trouble weathering the typhoons that rage across the Hive Lono intermittently. Here lives the richest of the rich and the true owners and rulers of Tangaroa. The planetary governor, the lord general of the PDF, and other shadowy nobles of great power all can be found here...if you can get access to their spires. _________________ "Don't mess with me, lady. I've been drinking with skeletons."
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| | | bobarctor1977
Posts : 1311 Join date : 2017-11-11 Location : Michigan, USA
| Subject: Re: Data Tue Dec 10, 2019 12:47 pm | |
| I imagine this world as a bit of a backwoods world - not so much inaccessible as a dirty grimy misfit world in the greater sector. Sort of looked down upon as strange and not worth visiting aside from profitable endeavors. Certainly not a place that nobles would travel to if they could avoid it...a sentiment that Tangaroa's nobles are aware of and detest! _________________ "Don't mess with me, lady. I've been drinking with skeletons."
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| | | Iron and Metal Admin
Posts : 5164 Join date : 2017-10-15 Age : 37 Location : Where the sun settles in its final location
| Subject: Re: Data Wed Jan 08, 2020 8:48 am | |
| Regarding the Assassinations on Tangaroa From Ewald, Inquisitor Torquemada's contact planetside: Vonreuter - Arbitrator, female. Investigating corruption within the Adeptus Arbites. Deceased. Likely an inside job to protect the guilty's identity(ies). Magos Axiarch Quegox
- Tech Priest Genetor, specializing in flora and fauna, male. Investigating/Researching xenos. Deceaed. Possibly at the hands of zealous Eccesiarchal agents. - Genetor/Magos Biologis. Best known for research on the aquatic organisms in the seas of Tangaroa, although he also researched a broad variety of natural sciences on Tangaroa such as oceanography and climatology. His latest, unfinished research projects included mapping the sea floor and assembling a complete catalog of the organisms found in Tangaroan seas. A Vogelist, Magos Quegox drew no small amount of scorn from the Ecclesiarchy for his beliefs that humanity needed to be biologically augmented to reach its peak physical form. On more than one occasion, Ministorum Priestess Marie Vulcanis of Hive Lono threatened Mechanicus priests that he be silenced or face the wrath of the Ecclesiarchy. Quegox's superiors defended his research and moved his lab to a more discrete location that he could continue his work in peace. He also had a reputation as a radical figure due to his open admiration of the biological adaptations of alien creatures to the ever-increasing acidity of the Tangaroan ocean. The official story is that Quegox was murdered by some common criminals in his laboratory. - something Felyx immediately identifies as suspect given that there probably wasn't much of value in your standard laboratory to common hive gangers. No clear motive there. Lower Hive Laboratory coordinates known. Lord General - No further data given. | |
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