Update 1:
You stomp down the corridor towards your office to get a replacement robe. As much as you like your chainsaw arm, it can get a little messy. At least cleaning your robe is a fitting punishment for the fool whose servitor you had to forcibly dismantle.
You sometimes wonder why you are punished with such incompetent underlings. Of course, you already know, it's because the people in charge can't take it when you rub their inadequacy in their face. So it's really more a musing on the nature of incompetence in general and your place as the sole exception.
Fittingly, you get interrupted by an idiot.
"Servitor, where is Magos Lychinus office?" he yells. At first it doesn't even register he means you, until more nonsense makes you turn around.
"Overwrite code HKW-51034-WHNFG-Aleph, where is Magos Lychinus Iracundia's office?"
He called you a servitor? He really called you a servitor?
"I'll show you", you reply with a friendly smile. You grab his empty skull and continue stomping down the hall. He struggles a bit, but the pressure of your lightning claws on his eyes takes most of the fire away. One of his mechandrite lashes out, but you easily intercept it with one of your own... and it shatters? Now that's just embarrasing.
You arrive at your office, and throw him into the visitor's chair. Since it's a steel chair full of sharp edges, you consider this an appropriate retribution for his insults.
"Now, you wanted to talk to me?"
Roll: 70-40=30>25
You take some joy in the dawning horror, and then there's...relief? Just how bad has your reputation gotten?
He takes a moment to collect himself .
"I was seconded to your command to help fullfill the production quotas", and hands you a dataslate.
Or at least that's what the orders boil down to when you strip away the bullshit. You look up
"You're gonna be fuck all use, won't you? At least tell me if you're an idiot, useless, or honest"
He just gapes at you. Nice teeth though, he must be brushing daily.
"Look, we're sposed to make a whole load of lascannons, and last time a checked Genetors aren't too good at that stuff. Ohh, don't look so surprised, your too fleshy and your mechandrites too shit for anything but a Genetor. Anyway, what have you got for me."
He takes a moment to steel himself before he answers.
"3 Electro-Priests, 5 Enginseers, 1 Transmechanic and 1 Lexmechanic. The necessary supplies for the order, as well as the functioning of the facility until we arrive at our first target."
gained small production facility, gained small tech-priest team, gained one useless second (genetor), gained supplies
Ahh, right, it's 735 now, you can never remember the date. The Explorator fleet is going to leave soon for
-[] Euralis, a forgeworld ruin recently freed from the traitors.
-[] Karandir, a forgeworld ruin recently freed from the remmnants of the Waagh
-[] Mithra, a Hiveworld depopulated by Traitors, more Traitors, Orks, and then Traitors again
-[] 34DFF-A4654, the remmnants of a large space battle between man and Orks
-[] JBF-N751, an system with nothing of value, as far as you know.
Of course, how much of it you'll see is in doubt, given that you're stuck here,
-[] in the bowl of the strike cruiser "Loveless". Idiots keep bother you to do stuff
-[] on the frigate "Soul of Fear". You're the highest ranking tech priest, but that also means you have to take care of maintenance and stuff.
-[] the ass-end of nowhere on the Ark Mechanicus 1101110011. Lots of neat stuff, great facilities, packed full of assholes that can order you around. (they don't want you here)
So, how are you going to handle this?
You have 2 personal actions, and 3 official actions. You have at least one more turn before you arrive, probably more.
Personal
-[] make some lascannons. Given that you're the only one qualified, that order is gonna take a while. Better get started
(can be taken multiple times)
-[] hopefully your useless second is actually honest, rather than useless. Teach him how to make stuff, so he can help you make stuff.
-[] you don't know anything about making fleshy monsters. Or just flesh. That is unacceptable. Get you Genetor (did he ever say his name? Ahh, no matter) to teach you.
-[] Help your Genetor make some better Mechandrites. His are just embarrasing. Hopefully he learns something. And maybe he'll actually work willingly, that's been known to happen. You hear.
-[]something else
Offical (can take options multiple times):
-[] order some maintance. Maybe you can get something out of it
(1 locked in if frigate is taken)
-[] have them built some of the easier parts of the lascannon. Means you'll save some time
-[] have them make neatish stuff. Always useful
-[] have them try to be less aweful. Man can dream, right?
-[] see if you can swap some out for less aweful dude.
(Warning, involves talking to people)
-[] have them upgrade the facility
-[]something else
"Magos, before I go attend my duties, would you permit me a question?"
You just eye him angrily. Why is he still here?
"Magos, why are you naked?"
You snort, and throw him out of the office. What a dumb question.
AN: Lychinus is about 2m tall, and built like a brick shithouse. He looks like he belongs in a russian wrestling ring. He's naked because he has no fucks to give, and pretty crude. Also, the roll was to determine just how much he hates you.
