#cyber servitor

[the-blog-of-gog]

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#findyourthing #redbubble #cyber aesthetic #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk aesthetic #cyberpunk artist #servitor #green skull #skull #40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #glow skull #voodoo skull #cyberart #technomancer #technomancy #dark aesthetic #dark art #cyberpunk iphone #cyberpunk tshirt

[burn-ego]

Cyberpunk Green Skull, Cybernetic, Unique Design

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[sefusneezed]

Does Kat have a Cyber Altered Task unit? If so, what is it called, and how much trauma has she put it through?

WAIT I HAVE LORE FOR THIS All the rich people who wanna suck up to the gang keep buying her CAT kits for birthdays and all sorts of religious holiday stuff so she just has a ton of them laying around unassembled but she definitely made a couple as a kid. First one was with Von Kuronar though and ended up going terribly because he's kind of weird and has no social skills and is overly passionate about machines (AS HE SHOULD BE OMNISSIAH BLESS AMEN BROTHER YEEHAW) and she was like, a toddler. Atleast WAY too young. So he yelled at her until she cried and then built the thing himself in classic Von Kuronar fashion. He still considers it an excellent bonding experience though his zero self awareness having ass has no clue how terrifying he was. Second one she built by herself and since she literally had no friends besides just, old as hell cyborg people and half dead lobotomite servitors, she just treated this thing like it was an actual person and talked to it and had entire conversations with it as if it could talk back. She used to play pretend with it and make stupid skits with its recording program and send those skits to the gang. Literal stupid kid stuff Kalanis would be in the middle of some big scary important interplanetary meeting with an inquisitor discussing how he totally Did Not embezzle money and should not be impeached, and then he'd just get a video of Kat beatboxing. It was dumb as hell though and got stuck under her bed until she found it a few years later, so then she started using it for her experiments and curiosity and all that. Literally sends it through the sewers with a little scraper thing duct taped to it because she wants a sample of sewage slime to add to her funny creature experiment. She once sent it to the lower hive levels because she wanted to look at The Poors but was too scared to go there herself. Unfortunately they just beat it up and dismantled it so they could resell the parts. Kat got upset and sent Lyrane to go retrieve all of it and he certainly did do that, but in the mass civilian casualties sorta way. Absolutely no one steals and dismantles CAT units ever again the entire populace has heard tales of The HorrorsTM. She still has this thing its just broken and she hasn't gotten around to fixing it yet. It's on the backburner. Lyrane will probably fix it if she never does though. He'll inherit it.

#asks #katrumarius #lyrane #admech #shes just a little silly goofy #forge master kalanis #archmagos von kuronar #oc lore oc lore

[dawn-star01]

okay so like

trans girls are a) into 40k and b) masters of body horror so like

where are the truly awful servitors

im not talking "has robo claws for arms" or "has a gun for an arm and maybe a cyber eye" im talking like fully mad scientist broke several bones and re-stitched the body parts with hydraulics and someone elses legs to make them a mechanical pack mule

im talkin naga tail that's made out of spare treads and way too many vertebrae and a jaw that opens and opens and opens

im talkin split a body apart to play it like a harp and mounted an oblong speaker on the mouth to lock it in a forever scream

do u feel me

where is that servitor art

#body horror #servitors #40k #the book servitor is good but not enough

[ladynighthaunter]

No cyber cherubs on Konrad’s Ship.

They disturb her.

“I do not care if it is vat grown, you took a baby and made it into a flying servitor! That is messed up.”

[betterthantheywerebefore]

Once upon a time, a young Aster dug through his bits box, eager to make entirely new models from what he had leftover. It seemed like such a waste to have perfectly good parts lying unused!

So I made uh. A funky little guy. 

With the powers and resources I now have, I could make him into a funky BIG guy. 

I used the devil on the right of the above, from the Reaper Miniatures Devil set, as the base. I thought it amusing that after existing as a weird squad servitor with only half a body and no real legs, he could go on to have a new life as a gigantic muscle-bound beast of a man. 

I went all-out on adding bits and pieces - wires to amp up the cyber daemon look, pieces of heat plate from circuitboards at work, etching into the Tau drone head for the markings of his shield, and enlarging the chainsword to be one suitable for this goliath of a cyborg. 

Keeping his head was important to me - adding the Tau scanner and inserting a creepy biological eye into it - to keep the cohesion with his original design. I like to think that the Chaos Powers took pity on this weird little dude when he turned traitor, providing him with a body much more fitting for his warrior spirit. 

#Warhammer #40k #Conversion #Kitbash #Chaos

[wayward40k]

Lore: Toriskon Scions

Toriskon Scions are trained from childhood to face the terrors of the Warp and fight them. The Schola itself is largely managed by servitors and automated systems - it is, after all, dangerous for untrained staff to be present. The human staff employed are largely for security reasons, most of them also daemonhunters, Inquisitional forces, or even Astartes. Psychic blanks and black, nullifying metals are also liberally used through the structures, protecting a majority of the staff and recruits outside of contained and controlled exposure zones.

With a majority of the staff focused on the security of the Schola, a lot of the recruits’ education comes from text-to-speech-style recordings accompanied by visual references. It is for this reason that Toriskons are often considered to be ‘robotic’ themselves, mimicking the contraction-less and flat speech style of the recordings that taught them to read and write. This also leads to them being fairly emotionally stunted and lacking an understanding of social cues, as well as their general uncertainty with physical contact.

Every recruit is well aware, from their first day of training, that this is to be their death. They constantly witness other recruits failing. Failing to control their psychic abilities, and the dangers that can create. Failing to heed warnings and orders, and the consequences of that. Failing to work together, and what it means to truly be alone on the battlefield. It’s not uncommon for weaker-willed recruits to turn on each other under the stress of their training. Most of them have killed either at least one lesser daemon or a fellow recruit by the time they reach puberty.

So the Toriskons that survive their brutal and unforgiving training are fairly uniform in their temperaments and behaviors and mindsets. They’re simultaneously close-knit, knowing that every other survivor has gone through the same hell and can be trusted to have their back, and detached, knowing that any of them could die at any moment.

Such a mindset is also extended to their animal companions. As Toriskon Scions are somewhat smaller in number compared to other Tempestus regiments, they are supplemented by cyber-animals and familiars to bolster their forces and to extend the effectiveness of a simple person. Those who can receive cybernetic implants to connect to the animals, which can be used to gather information, scout areas, and give non-verbal orders. Personal attachment is discouraged due to the short lifespan of the animals, as their mortality rate tends to be higher than the Scions’. The recruits are also trained to both butcher a wounded animal to supplement potentially dwindling supplies, and recover useful cybernetic parts from the animals while doing so.

This all does tend to lead to them being viewed as emotionless and cold, which very rarely is proven otherwise. Their average lifespan is considered to be between 25-30 years of age, a majority of which can be assumed to be training, transportation, and conflict. Very rarely do they live longer than that, though it has happened before - either because of luck or skill. They are rarely dispatched with other human troops, as they do not tend to integrate well with others, though there have been instances of them complementing an Astartes deployment.

#Lore: The Inquisitor

[techpriest77]

“Function”

Wrote this little ficlet about my Explorator character ‘Techpriest 77′ from a Rogue Trader game I was in around 2012-2013ish. Just uncovered the draft in a pile of notes after getting bit by the Warhammer bug again and thought I’d post it here.

NOW

VAGABOND-CLASS FREIGHTER 'EQUINOX' ROGUE TRADER VESSEL BONDED TO THE ROXTON DYNASTY SIX WEEKS OUT FROM FOOTFALL STATION

"Is he alive?"

Lord-Captain Roxton stood in the ruins of the auxiliary enginarium, surrounded by the detritus of the failed mutiny.

Hours ago, some scabrous bilge-rat by the name of Krooker had gotten it into his head that he could take on the scion of a Rogue Trader House and come out clean. He'd been preaching rebellion amongst the plasma conduit crews for days, and finally escalated when he murdered a chief petty officer and took one of the ship's enginseers hostage. Krooker'd demanded the Equinox return to Footfall station, claiming the laws of the void had been broken in the vessel venturing into the edges of the Koronus Expanse.

Roxton's grandfather had shown him how to deal with mutineers. The Lord-Captain had been fully prepared to vent the engineering compartments and give Krooker and his conspirators to the void, but his Explorator had objections.

The Rogue Trader watched that same Explorator now. The hunchbacked techpriest shuffled forward to kneel over the fallen enginseer that had been hit by lasgun fire when they took back the compartment. His red robes shifted as a mechadendrite snaked forward and connected to a node on the enginseer's temple. A string of binary blatted from underneath the low hanging red hood.

"Techpriest? Is the enginseer alive?"

The hood shifted in Roxton's direction, two amber points visible in the shadows. More machine language echoed from the aging vocoder bolted onto the techpriest's clavicle, before stuttering out as he reconfigured his voicebox to standard Imperial.

"Does it live, Lord-Captain Roxton?" Techpriest Seventy-seven asked.

* * *

THEN

GOLIATH-CLASS FACTORY SHIP 'DELTA-AJAX NINER ("CELESTIAL COLLECTOR")' ADEPTUS MECHANICUS VESSEL

"Initializing."

It was the first word he said, and at the same time he tried to open his eyes, but his flesh eyes were no longer there.

"Beginning acti~bzzzt~vation and diagnost~bzzt~ sequence," he continued, but the words didn't come from a mouth anymore. Instead they were issuing from an ancient vocodor a servitor was affixing to his neck. He couldn't see the automaton in the traditional sense, but a visual sensor had winked on at the end of a questing mechadendtrite that uncoiled from his machine harness. That data streamed in and took a moment to process.

A voice echoed from somewhere behind him, filtered through its own machine voicebox.

"Damage to organic components is consistent with containment failure of Mark XXXV Magnacore Pattern Plasma Gun issued to 512th Cadian Orbital Defense Regiment. Enginseer Adept, was the weapon recovered?"

The darkness behind him was too deep to see the asker of the question. The pict-capture sensor on the mechadendrite was a newer model and the picture was a green-tinged haze in his vision.

"Wh-wh-wh~bzzt~. Where am I? Who am I?"

"Your moniker record was not recovered from the orbital defense station. However the inception code of your cyber-mantle is Seventy-seven-dash-three-eight-seven-seven," a soft squeal of ones and zeros accompanied the statement, and the voice continued. "Query repeats: Was the weapon recovered?"

Half-remembered images swirled around his head. Seventy-seven? Weapon?

"I...I was assisting Guardsman Zev. The plasma gun, it ~bzzt~it..."

"As Engineseer attached to the Cadian 512th, the keeping of the Omnisiah's holy technology was your responsibility. Was the weapon recovered after fusion containment failed?"

The swirling images in his mind were moving faster now, coalescing into the edge of panic.

"Containment failure?"

Behind him, the voice blatted out a dissatisfied string of code, "Cognitive abilities have degraded due to damage to organic components. Preparing calculus logi upgrade. Bring forth the cortex implants."

Panic rose fully now. Sharp and urgent.

"Wait! I ~bzzt~ I can still...~bzzt~"

"The Rite of Pure Thought will commence soon, Brother Seventy-seven. The sacred cranial circuitry will replace the weakness of the flesh, and you will rejoice in your newfound freedom."

His hastily installed vocodor trilled static now, too overwhelmed by his jumbled thoughts to translate words.

"Peace, Brother Seventy-seven. Your inception code will be re-entered in the Liber Adeptus Mechanicus, and you will serve the Omnissiah."

Servo-skulls drifted forward and began the work. Seventy-seven's vocodor continued to hiss and buzz as the magos behind him directed their progress.

Later. Much later by the record of his internal chronometer, Seventy-seven became aware of more as his systems were brought fully online. The panic was gone. The fear was gone. There was barely any emotion at all now. Just the filtered calculations of his implants as they took in data and processed it.

Newly-installed visual sensors replaced the eyes the exploding plasma gun had burned away, and his auditory pickups rebooted to hear the magos reporting on him to his superiors.

"Systems have been activated and engaged," the magos relayed. "All operations are now within normal parameters, high one. Cortex implants have been installed, Mars-pattern. Tertius Standard Template Construct."

The higher ranking mechanicus techpriests gathered around to examine Seventy-seven, "Does it live?."

The magos sent a stream of code hissing through his voicebox.

"It functions."

Electronic voices rose around Seventy-seven in exultation.

"Cog and Gear! Praise the Omnissiah!"

* * *

NOW

"Does it live, Lord-Captain?" Techpriest Seventy-seven asked again.

Roxton huffed impatiently, "That's what I asked. The whole reason we came down to these decks is to rescue your enginseer. Is he alive?"

Seventy-seven dropped his hooded gaze down to the fallen mechanicus adept. After a moment he decoupled his data ports from the still body and rose stiffly to his feet.

"Organic processes have ceased to function. The flesh was weak. I will order the remains sent to the crew reclamation facility to salvage the Omnissiah's holy tech from the corpse."

"Emperor's bones! What a waste!" Roxton snarled as he turned on his heel and stalked off.

Seventy-seven dropped his gaze again to the dead Enginseer as he sent his servo-skull familiar to begin preparations.

"It does not function."

#techpriest 77 #rogue trader #adeptus mechanicus

[crazyskirtlady]

Galactica Automatron

hyper-meditation engine:(Self_Activated)

Focus your query to the scalar-field(4X) at the top

Receive wisdom

Enter trance or astral state

Know

Shift

#symbolic Radionic circuit #hieronymus machine #egregore #cyber servitor #machina #technomancy #power up #plug in #cyber artificer #symbolic circuits

[warhammergoldenera]

The Retinue of Inquisitor Lord Bartimaeus #67 ‘Killjoy’ (Gun Servitor) Cooper (Veteran Storm Trooper) Brother ‘Cain’ (Disgraced Exorcist Chapter Astartes) Blap (Animal Keeper, Standard bearer) Hector (Cyber Mastiff, seeing eye dog) Now to paint

#warhammer40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer #inquisition #inquisitor #inq28 #conversion #miniatures #blanche style #blanchitsu #grimdark #servitor #astartes #space marine #cyber mastiff #storm trooper

[terrymaranda]

Day 1 • Inktober • Swift

#ink #inktober #art #skull #cyberpunk #cyber #illustration #illustrator #dailysketch #dailyart #sketch #warhammer #warhammer 40k #40k #servitor #undead

[reddus-sideblog]

getting Arbites Allies stuff done today, I should think. Gonna add in a bunch of cyber-mastiffs for them too. after that is Astra Telepathica, and they should go quickly too.

hopefully this section overall will not take too long, but the Mechanicus part will kind of need a lot of additional profiles, just generic servo-skulls, servitors, automata, vehicles, and so on

[burn-ego]

Cyberpunk Silver Skull, Cybernetic, DJ Logo

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#findyourthing #redbubble #cyberskull #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk aesthetic #cyberpunk art #cyber art #urban goth #goth #goth art #skull art #techno skull #servitor #40k #warhammer 40k #science fiction #dark fantasy #dark art #dark fashion #skull #skull aesthetic #skull and bones #technomancer #technomancy #cybermancy #cyber magick

[hydralisk98]

Servitor (ideas dump)

[.]

[..]

Characters

From Olive to Klara

Constans

Maya

Anya

Sasha

Iwa

Nil

Symbol

Places

Video rental store

Cyber cafe

Cafe

Mall

Witch home

D&D basement

Library

Bookstore

Time periods

Intrigues

RL storytime inspirations:

YMCA Summer Student Exchange 2015 aka Kelowna and Kamloops

Jean-Baptiste-Meilleur

College Maisonneuve

2020

CFP des Riverains

Mashups of genres

Mystery + alternate history

Western adventure + roguelike simulation

Fantastical/fantasy adventure + low magick setting

Exploration + nostalgia + time travel

What if-s

You unraveled a old portal fantasy dungeon

You discovered Aperture Science facilities underground

You had retrocognition (and later chronokinesis)

You could influence reality with audio over your subconscious (p.s: true story ahead)

Wilsonism never took hold of USA politics (and lots more intricate details so to make a full TL out of it)

Nazis won the Second World War but does withhold only for a generation (up to ~1963 before collapsing entirely)

Several Earth ppl migrated towards alternate timelines/worlds

A far far future society meet modern Earth

Resistance Fall of Man but instead of the Chimera it is a far far future set of civilizationa that invades Earth

different realities had to brand and sell themselves online to attract themselves some smart people?

Catholic christianity split off significantly further once again?

Venus was being successfully terraformed and colonized by humanity ever since the 1970s as Earth simply ecologically collapses

Pflaummen was founded in 1910 and revolutionized technology forever ever since (IBM time + DEC innovation)

Apocalypse but it is both fast and no fantasy

Alternative path for FPS derivated from BUILD

Alternative development of rogue servitor machines except they actually balance out their benevolence with versatility

Alternative medecine and knowledge keeping development ever since the late 15th century (think index card libraries, DIY slide box toys, gender/shape transformation spells, human computers and sapient constructs)

Arian christianity survives well into the 21st century alongside Hussite faith, coptics and several more early dialects of Abrahamic religions

Scenes to reverse-engineer

Orators' discourse

Some walk in a park

Parsing some code text in a office

Syndicalist riot

Fanfiction derivations

Half-Life 3, but the Combine is utterly defeated (from both outside and from within, so it goes out of relevancy by then)

Portal 2 sequel aka GLaDOS has new and old unexpected comrades to test by and to work alongside

Quake 1 but it's a toybox world to explore and interact with

Hypnospace Outlaw but it's a entirely different world that is portrayed here

SEGA Sonic Racing + SEGA Micro Machines but it's a custom fork of mine

BUILD1+1.5+2 engine game (Duke Nukem + Ion Fury) but it's a entirely different narrative

Bioshock (originals, Infinite, Burial at Sea) + System Shock 2 but the narrative is way more wholesome than the expected dark tone

Zelda 1 but it has a entirely different theme and levels of non-player agents factionalism (think a bit like Mercenaries Playground of Destruction but 2D)

Alien the 8th passenger, but instead of the Alien it is simply a Greater German political and military regulation unit shutting down a underground dungeon a bit like in XCOM Ennemy Unknown as the Nazi victory world simply is collapsing around them

Terminator ~1+3+5, but all the machine killers are all reprogrammed to kill Woodrow Wilson just before the election starts in 1912 by a autistic Zerg overmind

Multimedia assets

Animals

Humans

Constructs

Demons

Angels

Buildings

Vehicles

Generic symbols

Specific use symbols

Programming symbols

Latin letters

Arabic numerals

Terrain

Cyrillic letters

Greek letters

Furniture

Stationery

Books

Pawns

Furries

Electric props

Military units

Overhead worldmap symbols

Mechnical props

Decoration material

Blocks and curved things

Retro computing stuff

Computing stuff

Sci-Fi stuff

Fantasy stuff

Clothes

Accessories

Pseudo-graphics

#maskoch #maskutchew

[ham-of-war]

'The cats should have dispersed enough to locate any active genestealers by that point.' 'Cats?' I echoed, baffled. Plenty of Guard regiments use animals for one purpose or another on the battlefield, generally as cavalry mounts or attack beasts, but I'd never heard of Astartes doing so; and even if they did, felines would hardly seem the most likely creatures to give a genestealer a run for its money. 'See ay tee,' Yaffel elucidated, no doubt divining my confusion. 'Cyber-Altered Task units. Like very simple servitors, without the biological components.' 'Then how do they work?' I asked, even more puzzled than before. I might not have been a tech-priest, but even I knew it was the living brain which allowed a servitor to remember and process simple instructions. 'Quite satisfactorily,' Drumon said, with a momentary smile at his own wit, before continuing. 'They require no cognitive functions; just a simple vox circuit to relay picts and other environmental data. Once released, they just keep moving in a straight line until they reach an obstacle.' 'Of which,' I said, equally dryly, 'I suspect the Spawn of Damnation has more than its share.' 'Undoubtedly,' Yaffel agreed, apparently as constitutionally incapable of recognising sarcasm as the majority of those in his vocation. 'But the CATs have a simple mechanism attached to their tracks. When they reach an obstruction they can't negotiate, they simply rotate ten degrees on the spot, before moving forwards again. If they're still impeded, they repeat the process, and so on. Eventually they find a direction they can progress in.' [...]  'Can you stick a bolter on them as well?' Yaffel shook his head, failing to recognise the joke. 'That wouldn't be a practical option,' he began. 'The power-to-weight ratio-' 'Pity,' I said [...]

the Emperor’s finest

they really do use roombas

#<3 <3 <3

[zedecksiew]

The Geller Vault

(More procrastination from real work by writing a 40k adventure set on an spaceship carrying paper destined for a planet of bureaucrats.

This bit comes from the only information I can find online about how Geller fields work: “Gellar Fields are generated via a comatose Psyker slaved into the bowels of Imperial vessels.”)

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THE GELLER VAULT

A ship plies the Warp like a soap sud on the rolling sea. All that protects it from infinite predatory chaos is a bubble of real-space, enveloping the hull.

This bubble is known as a Geller Field. It is powered by bad dreams.

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VAULT DOOR

Reinforced plasteel, bristling with prayer parchment and purity seals. Shut, but not locked; a nearby console blinks: “+++OPEN? Y/N+++”

Its servos grind ponderously open. Almost immediately, gunfire begins pouring through the gap.

The door console is linked to the cogitator within the Vault. Text messages to Chief Enginseer 1-Xayful are possible. The console blinks: “+++HELLO? HELP+++”

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VAULT INTERIOR

A hemispherical chamber. Ten stasis sarcophagi, also plasteel, arranged like standing stones, offer some cover. The floor vibrates with arcane technologies.

The sarcophagus closest to the door is broken. In its side, a gretchin slumps into an open panel, flesh burnt crisp by an electrical fire.

The farthest five sarcophagi glow blue. Behind them is an open vent shaft.

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POSSESSED SERVITORS

Four gun servitors train their heavy stubbers at you. Their teeth and mouths glow blue. Anxiously muttering, each trapped in a separate nightmare:

1: “No daddy, I’ll be good, I don’t want to go into the cellar!” Only fires at male creatures. 2: “Contamination warning, masks on, abort, I can’t breathe!” Wheezes, claws at their neck. 3: “Enemy advancing, officers kay-aye-eyy, please advise!” Uses cover and clever tactics. 4: “My eyes, why did you have to take my eyes, damn you!” Blind; only shoots at noise. 5: “Let me out, let me out, you’re wrong, I’m not a psyker!” Rooted to a spot, like a turret. 6: “Anna, no, I didn’t mean to hit so hard, please wake up!” Doesn’t fire; closes into melee.

Released, if the glowing sarcophagi are disabled -- and stripped of their servitor conditioning.

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COMATOSE PSYKERS

Psykers, drugged and dreaming in their techno-coffins, power the Geller Field.

But the Geller Field generator is old. It leaks. Whenever an unconscious or cyber-slaved creature is present in the Vault, it becomes possessed by a psyker. Both the creature’s mouth and the psyker’s sarcophagus glows blue.

These psykers want to be free. They will parley with other psykers.

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A floating cogitator station, shaped like a lectern. Push a button and it sinks into a bolthole in the centre of the Vault. Currently retracted. This is where 1-Xayful is hiding.

The cogitator informs you that failure in Unit One -- the result of interference with its power supply -- caused the Geller Field fluctuation. Units Two through Ten are still viable.

Purging psychic emissions would require a full system reset, resulting in the deaths of all Units. Live Unit removal is risky. Only psykers make viable Units; at least one is required for Geller Field projection.

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CHER 1-XAYFUL, CHIEF ENGINSEER

Ranking techpriest. Red galero, brim crenellated like a gear; multitool fingers; a mecha-proboscis instead of a mouth.

No longer has a voice; their psyber-parrot familiar was possessed and fled down the Vault’s open vent. Communicates via gesture and console text-chat. 

Wants the Vault purged, the psykers replaced. Needs a new retinue of servitors. You will do. Furious if you meddle with the Flaxen Demoiselle’s devices; that is 1-Xayful’s prerogative.

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GIMCRACKS OF THE CHIEF ENGINSEER

1-Xayful is a compulsive tinkerer. Leave them alone with a piece of gear and you may find it upgraded, a half-hour later, with:

1: Holo-emitters, monopod, auto-quill attachment. Whatever this is, it doesn’t work. 2: Mecha-legs, spindly as a spider’s. Capable of independent movement. Clumsy. 3: Fuel tanks, jet injectors, braziers. Incendiary effects. Bright and hot to the touch.  4: Reinforced struts, extra cables, shielding. Durability doubled, never fails, bulky. 5: Cyber-eyes, auspex screens, red-dots emitters. Range and accuracy doubled.  6: Gears, brass scrollwork, engraved exaltations to the Machine God. Value tripled.

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VENT ENTRANCE

Almost seems gnawed open. Inside, the vents are full of shredded paper, assorted shinies, fungal blooms. A furry squig bed purrs in a nook. This is where the gretchin liked to nap.

The detritus eventually leads you the orkoid camp.

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( Image sources: https://www.deviantart.com/vookasheen/art/Fate-s-Edge-821461003 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMGRa4_UjE4 https://www.reddit.com/r/40k/comments/g93sew/my_recently_completed_imperial_cogitator_and/ https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Sanctioned_Psyker https://warhammer40kdatabase.tumblr.com/post/77004798356/wh40khq-engelbart-kappa-by-nikolayasparuhov http://citricanime.com/2010s/2018/Goblin%20Slayer.html )

#procrastination #writing #warhammer 40k #silly 40k #origami orks