Faculty of Engineering: A Cult Mechanicus Quest

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Failed: You failed to work with the Inquisition, with the Guard and with the Governor when you were in the field. Perhaps there is some rot in the Mechanicus that needs rooting out, but that is not something that you can do alone. You will rise once more and this cabal that has seen Decimus of Mars be awarded no more than redemptory service will be unearthed - but that is not something that you will do alone. The Treaty of Mars runs both ways, and you can use that.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Assassins' Commander: You led a clade of assassins, and you were their 'face'. The diplomat, the speaker, the one who interfaced with the Imperium and its local administration. You know well how to deal with them, and you were once well-armed enough to act alongside the assassins that followed in your wake. Now you are no longer a hidden blade of the Omnissiah or the leader of a proper clade, but you are still a formidable combatant even absent armor and strength augmentation. Fast, flexible and agile, with a blade in hand and pistols in your mechadendrites there are few mortals that would stand before you, and you are adept enough at disguising yourself among them to hide yourself until you strike.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Failed: You failed to work with the Inquisition, with the Guard and with the Governor when you were in the field. Perhaps there is some rot in the Mechanicus that needs rooting out, but that is not something that you can do alone. You will rise once more and this cabal that has seen Decimus of Mars be awarded no more than redemptory service will be unearthed - but that is not something that you will do alone. The Treaty of Mars runs both ways, and you can use that.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Assassins' Commander: You led a clade of assassins, and you were their 'face'. The diplomat, the speaker, the one who interfaced with the Imperium and its local administration. You know well how to deal with them, and you were once well-armed enough to act alongside the assassins that followed in your wake. Now you are no longer a hidden blade of the Omnissiah or the leader of a proper clade, but you are still a formidable combatant even absent armor and strength augmentation. Fast, flexible and agile, with a blade in hand and pistols in your mechadendrites there are few mortals that would stand before you, and you are adept enough at disguising yourself among them to hide yourself until you strike.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Failed: You failed to work with the Inquisition, with the Guard and with the Governor when you were in the field. Perhaps there is some rot in the Mechanicus that needs rooting out, but that is not something that you can do alone. You will rise once more and this cabal that has seen Decimus of Mars be awarded no more than redemptory service will be unearthed - but that is not something that you will do alone. The Treaty of Mars runs both ways, and you can use that.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Failed: You failed to work with the Inquisition, with the Guard and with the Governor when you were in the field. Perhaps there is some rot in the Mechanicus that needs rooting out, but that is not something that you can do alone. You will rise once more and this cabal that has seen Decimus of Mars be awarded no more than redemptory service will be unearthed - but that is not something that you will do alone. The Treaty of Mars runs both ways, and you can use that.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.
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[X]You Will Repent: You have been judged and found guilty, and as the insistent buzz of your penal-legionnaire augmetics remind you, that guilt has been lawfully judged. You are still a magos, and that is the Omnissiah's mercy. You will rise again and bring glory to the Omnissiah's name, but the story of [DATA EXPUNGED] is done.

[X]You put it away, carefully, and thank the magos for their mercy. It is a mercy, perhaps. You have seen much in your time and you know how easy it is to lose oneself in the Long War. You have already lost who you were in the past, you will not risk losing who you are now to what lies in the dark. Lethe is better than falling.

[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

Quite the statement they made with the Token of Lethe. 'If you fuck up a second time, don't bother coming back.'

[X]You Will Repent: You have been judged and found guilty, and as the insistent buzz of your penal-legionnaire augmetics remind you, that guilt has been lawfully judged. You are still a magos, and that is the Omnissiah's mercy. You will rise again and bring glory to the Omnissiah's name, but the story of [DATA EXPUNGED] is done.
[X]You put it away, carefully, and thank the magos for their mercy. It is a mercy, perhaps. You have seen much in your time and you know how easy it is to lose oneself in the Long War. You have already lost who you were in the past, you will not risk losing who you are now to what lies in the dark. Lethe is better than falling.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Did Not Fail
[X]You resolve never to use it.
[X]The Magos Militant

[X]You Failed: You failed to work with the Inquisition, with the Guard and with the Governor when you were in the field. Perhaps there is some rot in the Mechanicus that needs rooting out, but that is not something that you can do alone. You will rise once more and this cabal that has seen Decimus of Mars be awarded no more than redemptory service will be unearthed - but that is not something that you will do alone. The Treaty of Mars runs both ways, and you can use that.
[X]You put it away, carefully, and thank the magos for their mercy. It is a mercy, perhaps. You have seen much in your time and you know how easy it is to lose oneself in the Long War. You have already lost who you were in the past, you will not risk losing who you are now to what lies in the dark. Lethe is better than falling.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

I don't like the... Arrogance displayed in the 'You didn't fail' choice, nor the arrogance in assuming that there is no way we can fall. Doesn't mean I'm not going to try my hardest to ensure we don't ever get close to needing a mindwipe, but it's better than a few ends. So I'm voting for the 'work with the Imperium like the AdMech should' choice.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[x] You Failed: You failed to work with the Inquisition, with the Guard and with the Governor when you were in the field. Perhaps there is some rot in the Mechanicus that needs rooting out, but that is not something that you can do alone. You will rise once more and this cabal that has seen Decimus of Mars be awarded no more than redemptory service will be unearthed - but that is not something that you will do alone. The Treaty of Mars runs both ways, and you can use that

[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.

[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Will Repent: You have been judged and found guilty, and as the insistent buzz of your penal-legionnaire augmetics remind you, that guilt has been lawfully judged. You are still a magos, and that is the Omnissiah's mercy. You will rise again and bring glory to the Omnissiah's name, but the story of [DATA EXPUNGED] is done.

[X]You put it away, carefully, and thank the magos for their mercy. It is a mercy, perhaps. You have seen much in your time and you know how easy it is to lose oneself in the Long War. You have already lost who you were in the past, you will not risk losing who you are now to what lies in the dark. Lethe is better than falling.

[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

[X]You Did Not Fail: Castris III fell to a Chaos cult that had long since planned to use the deaths that happened there. If it was not due to you, it was due to someone else. The magos you captured there had aided them in exchange for blasphemous knowledge, of abominable intelligence and the secrets of their binding. And yet he has seen no more than redemptory service while you have seen your very being bound away. No, you did not fail the Omnissiah, but his agents here failed you.
[X]You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[X]The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.

Pyro Hawk said:

I don't like the... Arrogance displayed in the 'You didn't fail' choice, nor the arrogance in assuming that there is no way we can fall. Doesn't mean I'm not going to try my hardest to ensure we don't ever get close to needing a mindwipe, but it's better than a few ends. So I'm voting for the 'work with the Imperium like the AdMech should' choice.

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I completely agree.

Partly because I don't want to spend the whole game holding a grudge, and wasting time and resources on chasing that fucker down. The Tribunal wanted him free? Fine, he's your problem now. And good riddance!

But mostly because that part of our life is over. Our character already accepted the fact that they're staying in the AdMech. I want us to look to the future, rather than being stuck in the past.

Lastly, mouli didn't tell us the full story of what happened on Castris III; this vote is about what our character feels about what happened back there. Let's take the big, far L and move on with it.

[x] You Failed: You failed to work with the Inquisition, with the Guard and with the Governor when you were in the field. Perhaps there is some rot in the Mechanicus that needs rooting out, but that is not something that you can do alone. You will rise once more and this cabal that has seen Decimus of Mars be awarded no more than redemptory service will be unearthed - but that is not something that you will do alone. The Treaty of Mars runs both ways, and you can use that.
[x] You resolve never to use it. To lose one's self and one's memories, to be wiped back to initiate's status and mind and be no more than an ordained menial - no, that is not for you. You will claw back who you were, come what may and come what blasphemies you have to endure to do it.
[x] The Magos Militant: You were that rarest of things in the ranks of the magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus: A magos militant, a commander of armies who nevertheless remained a conventional seeker on the Quest for Knowledge. Not an augmented brute, not a slender, inhuman warform, not a surgically optimized diplomat - you were another among the red-robed ranks of the hierarchy, seconded to the Secutors and from there to the Juris. Your glory was in what you built and what your students used, in your influence among the faithful and your keen, ever-growing understanding of the glories of technologies past and present. Your secrets have been taken from you, your armor and augmentation stripped from you, your very name taken, but in your soul is the Quest for Knowledge, a seeker's zeal. And it will never, never fade.