- Location
- Viet Nam
Not enough weapon so I would think he go out on a Primarch size Landraider which would also be a mobile arti part.
Fabricated Hazards (factorio fanfic)
Not enough weapon so I would think he go out on a Primarch size Landraider which would also be a mobile arti part.
- Location
- Your pantry eating cheese
Will be interesting to see how the first meetings with the AdMech will go.
I'm hoping that they believe that he's a direct subordinate of the Omnissiah or at least a being that was directly constructed by the Omnissiah to create and maintain great works.
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Kinda like a seraphim I guess, the angel counterpart would be machine spirits, the archangels would be god machines and other powerful machine spirits, but the maker would be above them but less than the Omnissiah so seraphim.
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RoyalTwinFangs
For The Chancellor!
- Location
- Somwhere not here
So like the how the Ultramarines rebuild their conquests worlds.
Warhammer pt. 10
- Pronouns
- That/Thing
By the time both the tour and Palisades training expedition had finished the Primarches had gathered together, the Emperor having gone to his quarters with the majority of his custodians. Horus and Sangunius watched as their brother added even more weapons to the panoply already bedecking his armored form. "I hear you are heading out to fight?" Sanguinus spoke. He wasn't sure how he felt about that with his technically younger brother going out to fight against those insects that more resembled features of the landscape than lifeforms. "Well I did say they push in one spot we push in another, well it's time to push. Normally the automated defenses and our robots can handle it but I've taken to joining them for most larger combat operations." Sangunius let out a humm as he thought for a few moments, and then he shrugged "would you have room for.." a glance to Horus got a nod. "Two more?"
Palisade let out a short laugh, 'sure, the command tanks have more than enough room. Do you need any equipment or are you fine as is?"
Sangunius couldn't help but look back on that question as a bug the size of a small spaceship unleashed a stream of plasma hotter than the sun's surface. He'd said he wouldn't need equipment at the time. But this would be taking down a spaceship with infantry weapons. Sangunius looked at his sword, not even ten feet long. It wouldn't even pierce that bugs hide.
He wasn't even actually in the fight, just in an artillery vehicle at the rear of the formation, not even the tide of smaller bugs he could actually fight and kill were reaching him either. The only thing putting him in the slightest bit of danger were massive towers of flesh launching dozens of different projectiles the size of some vehicles he'd ridden in. but even those massive projectiles going faster than the speed of sound just slammed to a halt whenever they hit a vehicle, falling off without dealing a single scratch. And they always hit the vehicles, he hadn't yet seen a tower miss its mark.
It was one thing to hear that every single unit in his brother's army had personal shields, it was another thing entirely to watch the tank his brother was in get bathed in a stream of acid, enough to fill a lake. And then have the only resulting issue be getting that tank back out of the pit it'd been melted into. Which it got out of by simply walking up the sheer walls of stone and launching harpoons into the bug that had attacked it. Before with a throom Sangunius could feel even through the command tanks armor a beam launched from Palisades tank and vaporized the upper half of the ship sized insect. Only for the bottom half to keep fighting until a second beam incinerated it.
The entire fight barely had any semblance of order to it, a chaotic cacophony filled with weaponry better suited to and Sangunius felt he couldn't say this enough, space battles! In the atmosphere! There were quite literally small storms and tornadoes forming from the sheer atmospheric disruption caused by this fight. Minor earthquakes shaking trees that were somehow still standing through all of this.
Hadn't Palisade said the oceans were worse? What did they cause? kilometers high tsunamis and cracking continents? Sangunius thought for a few seconds and couldn't actually rule that out.
Literally ponds of blood were spilled, shells larger than space marines fired by the hundreds every second, the grass and dirt scoured away until the fighting reached the bedrock and then dug deeper as the ambient heat began to turn the stone to magma. The air rumbled and boiled and froze, lightning not being created by any weapons struck the ground in hundreds of locations, created from sheer ambient air friction as the winds blew faster and faster.
And through it all more bugs and tanks poured into the crater the battle field had become, even as the pools of blood and oil trying to cool the molten floor boiled and evaporated into clouds of steam that were soon incinerated in turn. It was pure and utter carnage and yet aside from the faintest vibrations Sangunius felt none of it, his only indication there was even an ongoing battle the camera feeds he was watching.
Even still his mind raced as he contemplated how his sons could fight against such a force, yet no answers came besides titan legions and orbital bombardments. Nukes were being fired like bolter shells! That isn't something the imperium can wield on an infantry scale. This whole fight, only encompassing a few dozen miles, was using more force and firepower than entire planetary campaigns he had fought. Any of his troops not in terminator armor would die just from the environments caused by the fighting.
Space marine or not a chunk of rock thrown at two hundred miles an hour would turn your chest to mush. If this was what Plaisade used to fight on an average day then it was a wonder he'd bothered to acknowledge his sons as a combat capable force. They were about equivalent to the drones dying by the thousands in this fight. They only had their combat vehicles to bring them to parity but even then…. Sangunius watched three tanks as large as an imperial Basilisk get eaten by a giant worm burrowing through the magma, it just wouldn't be enough.
Only A Primarch's main weapon had never been their bodies, or even their legions. It had and would always be their minds, they were beyond mortal. Sangunius's mind burned as it raced through the new information at a rapid pace. He already had strategies that would let him hold off the hordes of bugs with just his legion, not well and only with significant casualties. But that wasn't actually helping in this current battle, instead his mind learned what each piece of the factory's war machine did and extrapolated what it could do. And he started drawing up battle plans using the tactical information he'd been given.
The plans that the mind 'Balistraia' were using now were effective, as evidenced by the fact only a few dozen tanks had been destroyed for the thousands of bugs purged. But they were different from how Sangunius would have fought, he favored far more aggressive tactics. These units had the speed, firepower, and durability to break the bugs formation into smaller chunks with a massive push, then surround the weakened pockets while a smaller sacrificial force destroys the artillery positions.
This measured approach took longer but was far less risky, but technically cost more resources and units compared to his own. He spent a few moments debating if he should mention his tactical assessment but well… the battle was already underway and shifting into the new formation would cost them their momentum. Not really worth it, he'd just bring up more aggressive tactics later.
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Isha sat in a garden deep within the planet's mantle, well calling it a garden was a misnomer. It was several hundred kilometers of tunnels with the largest cavern having an artificial sun at its kilometer high ceiling. But compared to the world above? This was but a small garden, the life within regulated and suffused with her power, small warp spawn, in the shape of plants and animals and the scant few 'fae' roamed its halls. It was her old realm in the warp made miniature in real space.
What had once been a garden large beyond mortal comprehension was now … this, a set of tunnels and plants only not being devoured by daemons due to the world it grew on. Isha had tried to leave Nauvis when her children had arrived, not all of her but a few slivers of her essence. Each and every time her essence had been found and consumed by daemons breaching into real space.
She had traded one cage for another. But this one was far larger, and had the added benefit of not being tortured by some lovestruck chaos god. A deal she would have taken even if she had known she'd become trapped here.
No, Isha may be trapped but this was a far better situation. Even the echoing laughs and screams of the dark gods were muted on this planets surface, and well everywhere Nauvis reached Isha could too, and while a normal planet spirit did not grow outside its planet, well no normal planet spirit could fight off the Chaos gods. Nauvis was anything but normal, as evidenced by the fact she had managed to spread to the humans three colonies. As Nauvis had followed her …child? Creature? To the new worlds, and had kept the seeds of Isha safe from the warps' predation.
This was a growing cage, one that fed her and healed her wounds. Even these simple spirits combined power was greater than the total power she had possessed when she first hid on Nauvis. Nothing compared to even the dark days just before Slannesh's birth, but.. In time Maybe Isha could reach those peaks once again. Just four worlds would not be enough, but the human was spreading his reach and with that she could grow.
She sat in her grove, filled with plants and creatures who would never grow in such conditions without her presence, and reached out a hand. Watching as dozens of small flying insects and animals landed on her hand and arm. Order and harmony reigned here, Nature flourished. It felt …. Safe, the safest she'd felt in hundreds of years.
Isha still wasn't as strong as a greater Daemon, much less an exalted. But with her sheer prowess in the warp and her own godly nature she knew she could fight and banish at least a weaker greater daemon. If not outright destroy them, and if the fight was in her garden, or anywhere on Nauvis? Then not even Chao's exalted warriors would be able to harm her.
Eventually, within at most ten years, Isha would have enough power to make a proper servant of her own, something she hadn't done since the war in heaven, though her servants had lasted until those final days. As far as Isha knew they had all been destroyed and consumed by Slaanesh with the rest of the eldar god's servants. But this one would be stronger, an exalted of her own, created on Nauvis and imbued with the strength of its creatures.
If she was stuck in this cage she would send forth her servants. But making an exalted that could sustain itself in the materium, for it would die in the warp no matter how strong she made it. Would be a challenge even for her skill and knowledge.
Those were plans for the future, for now Isha kept her essence and self coiled and hidden. Wards and sigils designed to hide her presence within the planets mantle. And she sat with her creatures watching as Nauvis made an admirable effort at killing a god. The Emperor had come to Nauvis as a conquer, seeking to use word as weapons well enough, but a conquer regardless. And Nauvis had risen to the challenge, a challenge the anathema likely didn't even realize he had posed, given how he hid within the engineer's fortress.
Isha had come here not as a predator seeking to claim territory, but as a plant seeking to grow and prey seeking to hide. Both of them were 'pure' enough to be allowed unto the planet but Isha had a very different relationship with Nauvis. She was the equivalent of the plants and microscopic lifeforms making up the base of the food chain, something that grew other creations from itself and was nourished so it could do that. Demeaning that she had been reduced so, or at least her children would be offended on her behalf, but Isha had always been nature. Every part of it, this was little different.
So Nauvis did not fight her, it welcomed her everywhere she went, actively encouraging her spread because her presence alone made it's creatures stronger. But it rallied those same creatures to fight the emperor, telling them that another apex predator had arrived. Even the creatures of Nauvis's deepest pits were rising up from the planets molten core, swimming through the magma tunnels and reaching the oceans. Things that had eaten greater daemon's like they were not even threats and had kept the oceans free of corruption. The things that only rarely left the oceans simply because nothing on the surface was worth the effort of leaving their more comfortable homes. That and those that didn't leave rapidly would slowly be whittled down, though those were the weaker creatures who had lost their territory.
The Emperor could fight those but it would be a bloody battle. He was not anathema to these purely material beings, and would only have his physic might to fall back upon, it would give the creatures the chance, no matter how slight, to harm him. But well, he had a few days before the largest creatures got there and the engineer knew well the horrors of the ocean, her humans would be fine, probably.
And once the Emperor had gathered his child and left, she would once again begin her research. Maybe she would even ask the human for help, crafting her servant a material body to house its form would be of great use, and he was a craftsman of great skill. And from the spiritual eyes on her Isha knew Nauvis was waiting, somewhat patiently, for her efforts to bear fruit. That was a thought, her greater servant enhanced with Nauvis's blessing. Not… impossible, even more difficult than the task had already been, but the payoffs might just be worth it.
Then her servant would hunt down Cegorach and they would work together, saving as many mortals as they could. The eldar pantheon was not done, not by a long shot. As the human had been certain of his own imminent death and had struggled regardless she would do the same.
And even if she failed.. Well Isha wasn't certain the Engineer could fail in turn, he had been faced with certain doom his entire life and only seemed to grow stronger. If all the gods of order were killed the work she had done on the engineers soul would make him… something else. Could it go horribly wrong and create something worse than a chaos god? Yes, but Isha had created that contingency with rage in her heart, the rage of a mother who had lost her children and was watching more of them suffer even as she crafted.
Consequences be damned if she failed, she needed monsters of her own. And this planet could certainly forge them
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Palisade let out a short laugh, 'sure, the command tanks have more than enough room. Do you need any equipment or are you fine as is?"
Sangunius couldn't help but look back on that question as a bug the size of a small spaceship unleashed a stream of plasma hotter than the sun's surface. He'd said he wouldn't need equipment at the time. But this would be taking down a spaceship with infantry weapons. Sangunius looked at his sword, not even ten feet long. It wouldn't even pierce that bugs hide.
He wasn't even actually in the fight, just in an artillery vehicle at the rear of the formation, not even the tide of smaller bugs he could actually fight and kill were reaching him either. The only thing putting him in the slightest bit of danger were massive towers of flesh launching dozens of different projectiles the size of some vehicles he'd ridden in. but even those massive projectiles going faster than the speed of sound just slammed to a halt whenever they hit a vehicle, falling off without dealing a single scratch. And they always hit the vehicles, he hadn't yet seen a tower miss its mark.
It was one thing to hear that every single unit in his brother's army had personal shields, it was another thing entirely to watch the tank his brother was in get bathed in a stream of acid, enough to fill a lake. And then have the only resulting issue be getting that tank back out of the pit it'd been melted into. Which it got out of by simply walking up the sheer walls of stone and launching harpoons into the bug that had attacked it. Before with a throom Sangunius could feel even through the command tanks armor a beam launched from Palisades tank and vaporized the upper half of the ship sized insect. Only for the bottom half to keep fighting until a second beam incinerated it.
The entire fight barely had any semblance of order to it, a chaotic cacophony filled with weaponry better suited to and Sangunius felt he couldn't say this enough, space battles! In the atmosphere! There were quite literally small storms and tornadoes forming from the sheer atmospheric disruption caused by this fight. Minor earthquakes shaking trees that were somehow still standing through all of this.
Hadn't Palisade said the oceans were worse? What did they cause? kilometers high tsunamis and cracking continents? Sangunius thought for a few seconds and couldn't actually rule that out.
Literally ponds of blood were spilled, shells larger than space marines fired by the hundreds every second, the grass and dirt scoured away until the fighting reached the bedrock and then dug deeper as the ambient heat began to turn the stone to magma. The air rumbled and boiled and froze, lightning not being created by any weapons struck the ground in hundreds of locations, created from sheer ambient air friction as the winds blew faster and faster.
And through it all more bugs and tanks poured into the crater the battle field had become, even as the pools of blood and oil trying to cool the molten floor boiled and evaporated into clouds of steam that were soon incinerated in turn. It was pure and utter carnage and yet aside from the faintest vibrations Sangunius felt none of it, his only indication there was even an ongoing battle the camera feeds he was watching.
Even still his mind raced as he contemplated how his sons could fight against such a force, yet no answers came besides titan legions and orbital bombardments. Nukes were being fired like bolter shells! That isn't something the imperium can wield on an infantry scale. This whole fight, only encompassing a few dozen miles, was using more force and firepower than entire planetary campaigns he had fought. Any of his troops not in terminator armor would die just from the environments caused by the fighting.
Space marine or not a chunk of rock thrown at two hundred miles an hour would turn your chest to mush. If this was what Plaisade used to fight on an average day then it was a wonder he'd bothered to acknowledge his sons as a combat capable force. They were about equivalent to the drones dying by the thousands in this fight. They only had their combat vehicles to bring them to parity but even then…. Sangunius watched three tanks as large as an imperial Basilisk get eaten by a giant worm burrowing through the magma, it just wouldn't be enough.
Only A Primarch's main weapon had never been their bodies, or even their legions. It had and would always be their minds, they were beyond mortal. Sangunius's mind burned as it raced through the new information at a rapid pace. He already had strategies that would let him hold off the hordes of bugs with just his legion, not well and only with significant casualties. But that wasn't actually helping in this current battle, instead his mind learned what each piece of the factory's war machine did and extrapolated what it could do. And he started drawing up battle plans using the tactical information he'd been given.
The plans that the mind 'Balistraia' were using now were effective, as evidenced by the fact only a few dozen tanks had been destroyed for the thousands of bugs purged. But they were different from how Sangunius would have fought, he favored far more aggressive tactics. These units had the speed, firepower, and durability to break the bugs formation into smaller chunks with a massive push, then surround the weakened pockets while a smaller sacrificial force destroys the artillery positions.
This measured approach took longer but was far less risky, but technically cost more resources and units compared to his own. He spent a few moments debating if he should mention his tactical assessment but well… the battle was already underway and shifting into the new formation would cost them their momentum. Not really worth it, he'd just bring up more aggressive tactics later.
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Isha sat in a garden deep within the planet's mantle, well calling it a garden was a misnomer. It was several hundred kilometers of tunnels with the largest cavern having an artificial sun at its kilometer high ceiling. But compared to the world above? This was but a small garden, the life within regulated and suffused with her power, small warp spawn, in the shape of plants and animals and the scant few 'fae' roamed its halls. It was her old realm in the warp made miniature in real space.
What had once been a garden large beyond mortal comprehension was now … this, a set of tunnels and plants only not being devoured by daemons due to the world it grew on. Isha had tried to leave Nauvis when her children had arrived, not all of her but a few slivers of her essence. Each and every time her essence had been found and consumed by daemons breaching into real space.
She had traded one cage for another. But this one was far larger, and had the added benefit of not being tortured by some lovestruck chaos god. A deal she would have taken even if she had known she'd become trapped here.
No, Isha may be trapped but this was a far better situation. Even the echoing laughs and screams of the dark gods were muted on this planets surface, and well everywhere Nauvis reached Isha could too, and while a normal planet spirit did not grow outside its planet, well no normal planet spirit could fight off the Chaos gods. Nauvis was anything but normal, as evidenced by the fact she had managed to spread to the humans three colonies. As Nauvis had followed her …child? Creature? To the new worlds, and had kept the seeds of Isha safe from the warps' predation.
This was a growing cage, one that fed her and healed her wounds. Even these simple spirits combined power was greater than the total power she had possessed when she first hid on Nauvis. Nothing compared to even the dark days just before Slannesh's birth, but.. In time Maybe Isha could reach those peaks once again. Just four worlds would not be enough, but the human was spreading his reach and with that she could grow.
She sat in her grove, filled with plants and creatures who would never grow in such conditions without her presence, and reached out a hand. Watching as dozens of small flying insects and animals landed on her hand and arm. Order and harmony reigned here, Nature flourished. It felt …. Safe, the safest she'd felt in hundreds of years.
Isha still wasn't as strong as a greater Daemon, much less an exalted. But with her sheer prowess in the warp and her own godly nature she knew she could fight and banish at least a weaker greater daemon. If not outright destroy them, and if the fight was in her garden, or anywhere on Nauvis? Then not even Chao's exalted warriors would be able to harm her.
Eventually, within at most ten years, Isha would have enough power to make a proper servant of her own, something she hadn't done since the war in heaven, though her servants had lasted until those final days. As far as Isha knew they had all been destroyed and consumed by Slaanesh with the rest of the eldar god's servants. But this one would be stronger, an exalted of her own, created on Nauvis and imbued with the strength of its creatures.
If she was stuck in this cage she would send forth her servants. But making an exalted that could sustain itself in the materium, for it would die in the warp no matter how strong she made it. Would be a challenge even for her skill and knowledge.
Those were plans for the future, for now Isha kept her essence and self coiled and hidden. Wards and sigils designed to hide her presence within the planets mantle. And she sat with her creatures watching as Nauvis made an admirable effort at killing a god. The Emperor had come to Nauvis as a conquer, seeking to use word as weapons well enough, but a conquer regardless. And Nauvis had risen to the challenge, a challenge the anathema likely didn't even realize he had posed, given how he hid within the engineer's fortress.
Isha had come here not as a predator seeking to claim territory, but as a plant seeking to grow and prey seeking to hide. Both of them were 'pure' enough to be allowed unto the planet but Isha had a very different relationship with Nauvis. She was the equivalent of the plants and microscopic lifeforms making up the base of the food chain, something that grew other creations from itself and was nourished so it could do that. Demeaning that she had been reduced so, or at least her children would be offended on her behalf, but Isha had always been nature. Every part of it, this was little different.
So Nauvis did not fight her, it welcomed her everywhere she went, actively encouraging her spread because her presence alone made it's creatures stronger. But it rallied those same creatures to fight the emperor, telling them that another apex predator had arrived. Even the creatures of Nauvis's deepest pits were rising up from the planets molten core, swimming through the magma tunnels and reaching the oceans. Things that had eaten greater daemon's like they were not even threats and had kept the oceans free of corruption. The things that only rarely left the oceans simply because nothing on the surface was worth the effort of leaving their more comfortable homes. That and those that didn't leave rapidly would slowly be whittled down, though those were the weaker creatures who had lost their territory.
The Emperor could fight those but it would be a bloody battle. He was not anathema to these purely material beings, and would only have his physic might to fall back upon, it would give the creatures the chance, no matter how slight, to harm him. But well, he had a few days before the largest creatures got there and the engineer knew well the horrors of the ocean, her humans would be fine, probably.
And once the Emperor had gathered his child and left, she would once again begin her research. Maybe she would even ask the human for help, crafting her servant a material body to house its form would be of great use, and he was a craftsman of great skill. And from the spiritual eyes on her Isha knew Nauvis was waiting, somewhat patiently, for her efforts to bear fruit. That was a thought, her greater servant enhanced with Nauvis's blessing. Not… impossible, even more difficult than the task had already been, but the payoffs might just be worth it.
Then her servant would hunt down Cegorach and they would work together, saving as many mortals as they could. The eldar pantheon was not done, not by a long shot. As the human had been certain of his own imminent death and had struggled regardless she would do the same.
And even if she failed.. Well Isha wasn't certain the Engineer could fail in turn, he had been faced with certain doom his entire life and only seemed to grow stronger. If all the gods of order were killed the work she had done on the engineers soul would make him… something else. Could it go horribly wrong and create something worse than a chaos god? Yes, but Isha had created that contingency with rage in her heart, the rage of a mother who had lost her children and was watching more of them suffer even as she crafted.
Consequences be damned if she failed, she needed monsters of her own. And this planet could certainly forge them
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God I love reading the descriptions of the fights between the bugs and the Engineer. They are so cataclysmic it's so cool, and the reaction from Sanguinis' reaction was great
He'll probably be the warp god of industry, manufactoriums and war. With a couple minor aspects such as clean atmospheres, strife and innovation.
- Location
- UK
Anathema VS Ocean
No bet, it's obvious which would win.
Who, honestly, believes the Emporer could beat the Evolved?
No bet, it's obvious which would win.
Who, honestly, believes the Emporer could beat the Evolved?
Controversial ship: Isha x Nauvis x The Engender
Their children shall conquer all!
Their children shall conquer all!
Ch. 46
- Pronouns
- That/Thing
The city that sprung up in the ruined city the engineer had entered this world from had been the center of some of the more intense fighting that occurred during the ending of the machine war. Much of which had occurred not between android and machine, or even machine and machine, but as man had clashed against metal and torn it asunder. The city that had already been barely healed from the ravages of time and war had been brought even lower as the humans' machines and fury shook the land to its bedrock.
The city had also been home to two different types of reconstruction, the first had been to prepare the city into a battle ground that the war would be fought in. firing lines and trenches, massive fortifications and sprawling paths filled with traps. The city itself had been turned into a deathtrap that only those granted knowledge of the human's defenses could pretend to traverse in safety. Resistance androids had been forced to live in cramped but defensible bunkers, only made tolerable by the humans' request and the ample entertainment. It had been built to fight a war.
The second reconstruction was to make it more than that, it was the first and so far only city to truly regain that name. Roads were made with ease of movement and efficiency being a greater concern than slowing an enemy's assault, trains and railways were reconstructed. Market places were built and linked by walkways, roads, and trains. The city was and would always be a defensively oriented place, gates and fortifications remained throughout, the city divided into separate districts so that enemies had to fight for control of each one rather than the city as a whole. But it was more than that now, machines and androids walked the streets day and night, conversing, trading, and living a life as free from violence as could be reached by mere mortals.
The city was a verdant paradise where plants grew, the peace was kept, and the people became more than simple fighters in a never ending war, and as word of this paradise spread more and more people began to arrive. Androids and machines gathered in the thousands, it was a pilgrimage in the most literal sense. Whether on a simple pendant around the neck or stitched into their clothing, or even carved onto their very flesh, every machine and android in the city, every single one, had a cog wheel somewhere on their body, a cog wheel with 8 teeth. The only consistent symbol on the factories buildings and equipment.
And it had been co-opted as a holy symbol. The minds were too late by far to stop the worship of their creator, by the time they had arrived it had already spread beyond anyone's ability to stop. Once people have constructed over a dozen churches you are well past the point of no return. Human worship had always been prevalent among the androids, and worship of their old creators was a known thing.
A human returning and not only fighting alongside them but actually ending the war? Their messiah had come on a wave of flame and shellfire and freed them from a never ending war. It was never a matter of if they would worship him, it was only a matter of how. Fighting for him was a given, serving him was not a question, dying for him an honor some would kill for, nothing they had seemed to be enough to repay him for simply existing, much less saving each and every one of them from an inevitable death.
The androids did not worship the engineer as a god, they worshiped him as a human and to them that was greater than any god could hope to be.
The more devoted androids strived to live like him in every way they could, purchasing expensive power armors and rarely if ever leaving them, not stopping their work for rest or succor. They worked to spread his faith by building defenses and infrastructure out in the world beyond their city, where the minds had not yet reached. They brought his holy works with them to other androids and machines, works both in goods and deeds.
They fought, built, bled, cried, suffered, and died in his name. They knew he could not hear their prayers and they said them regardless, if they knew death was certain they would pray for salvation they had no expectation of arriving. They did not expect him to be more than he could be, he was simply a human with all the limitations that implied. He was not all powerful, he was not all knowing, there were things beyond his reach, things he could not do. The androids knew this, and they did not care. It helped that androids prayed on radios that the minds could usually hear, and that occasionally prayers would be answered.
The machines were different than the androids, for both obvious and subtle reasons. For one not all of them were even humanoid, and none of them could pass for one. For another they were on average less intelligent than their android counterparts, made of lower quality parts. They were larger, bulky and less agile, but they also outnumbered the androids by several orders of magnitude. Most of them were not in the city, in fact the majority of the machines just walked around aimlessly or gathered into herds to walk around aimlessly.
But the machines that did end up migrating to the city were a varied lot as well, Pascal's group had been the first and still made up a fair portion of the city's machine population. The carnival machine had set up smaller theme parks and playgrounds throughout, and their home was connected by a festive train they had taken great pains to decorate. A few small groups of other machines were present, one ran a dojo, another had started a race league, both with vehicles and physically racing. Dozens of 'unique' machines made their lives in the city. But thousands of more generic machines lived no less important lives within as well, the network had made them as human as it could manage, even if it had used a flawed understanding of humans, and flawed methods to emulate them. They lived and they loved.
But not all machines were peaceful, and not all machines even wanted to live in the city. The kingdom of the forest and the cult of the factory were two such 'nations' both severely outnumbered and outgunned. The cult were furious as they saw the humans worship as sacrilege and heresy. And the kingdom of the forest? They were at least capable of seeing the writing on the wall.
One day, only a day after the human had recovered from his wounds, a procession came from outside the city. The minds had of course spotted it far before it arrived but the white flag meant they had made the decision of not obliterating the armed group of machines before they could even see the city. The kingdom of the forest was isolationist by nature, but they were both near the city and aware of the human who made it his home. The human who had done deeds similar to their king, restoring androids and machines to their minds and returning their emotions, at the cost of his own. Only he had managed to return to himself after his deeds. This was enough for them to finally leave their forest in small numbers, and to begin trade with the citizens of the city.
This was just the first convoy of many, and the bulk of their goods were gifts to the human. Their 'tribute' joining a pile that formed just off the path into the factory.
Really the minds only had to interfere when crimes were committed, largely theft and assaults. It wasn't like anyone could actually die within their borders.
This 'lax' security was what allowed A2 to 'infiltrate' the city. She couldn't and didn't know that every single person in the city was being tracked and monitored by the minds. So she just… walked into the city within the wave of android and machine pilgrims. Struggling all the while with her ingrained desire to kill each and every machine she saw, it was a wonder that conflicts hadn't broken out but well, everyone was just tired of fighting.
Machines and androids might still hate one another, but no one wanted to risk even the possibility of the war beginning again when they had just begun to grasp peace.
So she bundled up her hate and spent days living in the city, scouting out the factory and plotting how she could get inside. Her pod hacked into the factory's security systems and prepared to open all the locks that bared her way. She was going to get to the bottom of this, and find if there really was a human.
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Three days spent doing nothing, which given my existance's timeline was quite the length of time. It had taken me two months to get established and decode the ship's data stores, then four months of rapid fortification and expansion, another four months to build a massive perimeter, and then a month and a half on this earth fighting machines and building a new base of operations. Then that last half of my eleventh month began with me losing my mind, and then regaining it just a few days after the month ended. And here we are wasting away a statistically significant portion of my life.
It's not that I even like working, it's just that not working is wasteful. We took a few day's off so we're good now.
Meaning that I was turning one in twenty eight days. Are we really that young? It doesn't feel like it.
Hell most of the androids are older than us… by a lot.
This is why we don't keep track of time, it's unnerving.
Thankfully none of the androids actually know that, which means I should be able to avoid a party of any sort. Given that the mind won't be organizing one, they know it'd only make me uncomfortable and annoyed. Social situations are decidedly odd and grating. It's half the reason Balistraia even has diplomacy as one of her functions, so I don't have to interact with people, and If I did end up having a celebration it'd end up public. Though I doubt any of them would gainsay me having a private celebration.
Still no, one on one interaction is about all I care to deal with.
It wasn't my job to deal with people, and if I had anything to say about it it never would be. The minds could handle it and if they couldn't then the androids and machines could figure it out on their own, I would at best make inventions or advancements to solve problems.
I had no desire to rule over these machines, I could it wouldn't even be hard, but it did not appeal in any way shape or form. Pretty android's in skirts notwithstanding of course. And we already had a bunch of maids and butlers apparently, they just showed up one day. Probably latent programming? Servant androids?
But my body was intact, my mind was as fractured as it has ever been and only growing more so as I wasted more time lounging about. The minds had been concerned about my mental state before I'd even known they had sentience, but well they were comparing me to human standards.
Even if I had been human, and it was an if, I had long left behind any claims to actually thinking, behaving, or acting like one. Hell we don't even have the same hormone receptors anymore, we literally don't feel like human's do. And with all the built in programming my inherent goals in life haven't ever lined up with humans. A different animal entirely. At this point comparing me to a human's healthy mental state I was long gone, but I had never actually been at a 'healthy human' headspace. And spending time here doing nothing, while making the minds feel better, wasn't helping me do anything.
So I was done waiting around, honestly a bit surprised it had taken me three days to get to this point. I had thought we'd cave within the day. I really had been in a bad headspace to even consider taking a break, much less actually taking one.
The mind's didn't even stop me as I headed to my workshop, they just sent a message for one of the YoRHa androids to stay in the room with me so I could socialize. Eventually they'd learn that I wasn't wired to need or want friends, but I wasn't opposed to the company as long as they stayed out of my way.
Time passed without meaning, hours passing like minutes and seconds feeling like days as I fell into my work, refining, optimizing, redesigning, and outright inventing new things. Androids came and went, YoRHa and cleaner both, most speaking to me for a bit and while I responded I paid them little mind. With how much information our brain processes a second even absent minded conversation still seems attentive. …. As long as they don't mind the fact we never actually you know, look at them, that is. I had gone back into my element, and days could have passed before I felt the slightest wave of fatigue.
Sadly, as with every time I actually begin to enjoy myself something had to come along and ruin my day. The minds sent me a message that they were allowing someone to sneak into my workshop, apparently an asset greater than or equal to 2B. So I let out a sigh, kept working, and waited for the interruption to arrive. I'd been wondering why no one had come in after 16S left.
Really could an engineer not build without something bothering him these days?
AN-
some world building and set up. happy with the city description part of this though as always it could be better. Honestly the timeline in this thing is basically just gone, or more accurately never existed in the first place. so...... yeah, a minor mistake there but then lots of issues in my earlier story are apparent, but well it's just a few plotholes.
been reading so many quests, about 2.5 mil words these past 4 days?
my sleep schedule is gone, but if I could stop reading by golly do I have inspiration.
Also 'yet another lost armor' will have voting limited to patreons, unless no one vote's obviously. Might have a few other psedo quests on it for a bit, all related to fabricated Hazards.
reviews and comments are fantastic, as are quest recommendations.
The city had also been home to two different types of reconstruction, the first had been to prepare the city into a battle ground that the war would be fought in. firing lines and trenches, massive fortifications and sprawling paths filled with traps. The city itself had been turned into a deathtrap that only those granted knowledge of the human's defenses could pretend to traverse in safety. Resistance androids had been forced to live in cramped but defensible bunkers, only made tolerable by the humans' request and the ample entertainment. It had been built to fight a war.
The second reconstruction was to make it more than that, it was the first and so far only city to truly regain that name. Roads were made with ease of movement and efficiency being a greater concern than slowing an enemy's assault, trains and railways were reconstructed. Market places were built and linked by walkways, roads, and trains. The city was and would always be a defensively oriented place, gates and fortifications remained throughout, the city divided into separate districts so that enemies had to fight for control of each one rather than the city as a whole. But it was more than that now, machines and androids walked the streets day and night, conversing, trading, and living a life as free from violence as could be reached by mere mortals.
The city was a verdant paradise where plants grew, the peace was kept, and the people became more than simple fighters in a never ending war, and as word of this paradise spread more and more people began to arrive. Androids and machines gathered in the thousands, it was a pilgrimage in the most literal sense. Whether on a simple pendant around the neck or stitched into their clothing, or even carved onto their very flesh, every machine and android in the city, every single one, had a cog wheel somewhere on their body, a cog wheel with 8 teeth. The only consistent symbol on the factories buildings and equipment.
And it had been co-opted as a holy symbol. The minds were too late by far to stop the worship of their creator, by the time they had arrived it had already spread beyond anyone's ability to stop. Once people have constructed over a dozen churches you are well past the point of no return. Human worship had always been prevalent among the androids, and worship of their old creators was a known thing.
A human returning and not only fighting alongside them but actually ending the war? Their messiah had come on a wave of flame and shellfire and freed them from a never ending war. It was never a matter of if they would worship him, it was only a matter of how. Fighting for him was a given, serving him was not a question, dying for him an honor some would kill for, nothing they had seemed to be enough to repay him for simply existing, much less saving each and every one of them from an inevitable death.
The androids did not worship the engineer as a god, they worshiped him as a human and to them that was greater than any god could hope to be.
The more devoted androids strived to live like him in every way they could, purchasing expensive power armors and rarely if ever leaving them, not stopping their work for rest or succor. They worked to spread his faith by building defenses and infrastructure out in the world beyond their city, where the minds had not yet reached. They brought his holy works with them to other androids and machines, works both in goods and deeds.
They fought, built, bled, cried, suffered, and died in his name. They knew he could not hear their prayers and they said them regardless, if they knew death was certain they would pray for salvation they had no expectation of arriving. They did not expect him to be more than he could be, he was simply a human with all the limitations that implied. He was not all powerful, he was not all knowing, there were things beyond his reach, things he could not do. The androids knew this, and they did not care. It helped that androids prayed on radios that the minds could usually hear, and that occasionally prayers would be answered.
The machines were different than the androids, for both obvious and subtle reasons. For one not all of them were even humanoid, and none of them could pass for one. For another they were on average less intelligent than their android counterparts, made of lower quality parts. They were larger, bulky and less agile, but they also outnumbered the androids by several orders of magnitude. Most of them were not in the city, in fact the majority of the machines just walked around aimlessly or gathered into herds to walk around aimlessly.
But the machines that did end up migrating to the city were a varied lot as well, Pascal's group had been the first and still made up a fair portion of the city's machine population. The carnival machine had set up smaller theme parks and playgrounds throughout, and their home was connected by a festive train they had taken great pains to decorate. A few small groups of other machines were present, one ran a dojo, another had started a race league, both with vehicles and physically racing. Dozens of 'unique' machines made their lives in the city. But thousands of more generic machines lived no less important lives within as well, the network had made them as human as it could manage, even if it had used a flawed understanding of humans, and flawed methods to emulate them. They lived and they loved.
But not all machines were peaceful, and not all machines even wanted to live in the city. The kingdom of the forest and the cult of the factory were two such 'nations' both severely outnumbered and outgunned. The cult were furious as they saw the humans worship as sacrilege and heresy. And the kingdom of the forest? They were at least capable of seeing the writing on the wall.
One day, only a day after the human had recovered from his wounds, a procession came from outside the city. The minds had of course spotted it far before it arrived but the white flag meant they had made the decision of not obliterating the armed group of machines before they could even see the city. The kingdom of the forest was isolationist by nature, but they were both near the city and aware of the human who made it his home. The human who had done deeds similar to their king, restoring androids and machines to their minds and returning their emotions, at the cost of his own. Only he had managed to return to himself after his deeds. This was enough for them to finally leave their forest in small numbers, and to begin trade with the citizens of the city.
This was just the first convoy of many, and the bulk of their goods were gifts to the human. Their 'tribute' joining a pile that formed just off the path into the factory.
Really the minds only had to interfere when crimes were committed, largely theft and assaults. It wasn't like anyone could actually die within their borders.
This 'lax' security was what allowed A2 to 'infiltrate' the city. She couldn't and didn't know that every single person in the city was being tracked and monitored by the minds. So she just… walked into the city within the wave of android and machine pilgrims. Struggling all the while with her ingrained desire to kill each and every machine she saw, it was a wonder that conflicts hadn't broken out but well, everyone was just tired of fighting.
Machines and androids might still hate one another, but no one wanted to risk even the possibility of the war beginning again when they had just begun to grasp peace.
So she bundled up her hate and spent days living in the city, scouting out the factory and plotting how she could get inside. Her pod hacked into the factory's security systems and prepared to open all the locks that bared her way. She was going to get to the bottom of this, and find if there really was a human.
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Three days spent doing nothing, which given my existance's timeline was quite the length of time. It had taken me two months to get established and decode the ship's data stores, then four months of rapid fortification and expansion, another four months to build a massive perimeter, and then a month and a half on this earth fighting machines and building a new base of operations. Then that last half of my eleventh month began with me losing my mind, and then regaining it just a few days after the month ended. And here we are wasting away a statistically significant portion of my life.
It's not that I even like working, it's just that not working is wasteful. We took a few day's off so we're good now.
Meaning that I was turning one in twenty eight days. Are we really that young? It doesn't feel like it.
Hell most of the androids are older than us… by a lot.
This is why we don't keep track of time, it's unnerving.
Thankfully none of the androids actually know that, which means I should be able to avoid a party of any sort. Given that the mind won't be organizing one, they know it'd only make me uncomfortable and annoyed. Social situations are decidedly odd and grating. It's half the reason Balistraia even has diplomacy as one of her functions, so I don't have to interact with people, and If I did end up having a celebration it'd end up public. Though I doubt any of them would gainsay me having a private celebration.
Still no, one on one interaction is about all I care to deal with.
It wasn't my job to deal with people, and if I had anything to say about it it never would be. The minds could handle it and if they couldn't then the androids and machines could figure it out on their own, I would at best make inventions or advancements to solve problems.
I had no desire to rule over these machines, I could it wouldn't even be hard, but it did not appeal in any way shape or form. Pretty android's in skirts notwithstanding of course. And we already had a bunch of maids and butlers apparently, they just showed up one day. Probably latent programming? Servant androids?
But my body was intact, my mind was as fractured as it has ever been and only growing more so as I wasted more time lounging about. The minds had been concerned about my mental state before I'd even known they had sentience, but well they were comparing me to human standards.
Even if I had been human, and it was an if, I had long left behind any claims to actually thinking, behaving, or acting like one. Hell we don't even have the same hormone receptors anymore, we literally don't feel like human's do. And with all the built in programming my inherent goals in life haven't ever lined up with humans. A different animal entirely. At this point comparing me to a human's healthy mental state I was long gone, but I had never actually been at a 'healthy human' headspace. And spending time here doing nothing, while making the minds feel better, wasn't helping me do anything.
So I was done waiting around, honestly a bit surprised it had taken me three days to get to this point. I had thought we'd cave within the day. I really had been in a bad headspace to even consider taking a break, much less actually taking one.
The mind's didn't even stop me as I headed to my workshop, they just sent a message for one of the YoRHa androids to stay in the room with me so I could socialize. Eventually they'd learn that I wasn't wired to need or want friends, but I wasn't opposed to the company as long as they stayed out of my way.
Time passed without meaning, hours passing like minutes and seconds feeling like days as I fell into my work, refining, optimizing, redesigning, and outright inventing new things. Androids came and went, YoRHa and cleaner both, most speaking to me for a bit and while I responded I paid them little mind. With how much information our brain processes a second even absent minded conversation still seems attentive. …. As long as they don't mind the fact we never actually you know, look at them, that is. I had gone back into my element, and days could have passed before I felt the slightest wave of fatigue.
Sadly, as with every time I actually begin to enjoy myself something had to come along and ruin my day. The minds sent me a message that they were allowing someone to sneak into my workshop, apparently an asset greater than or equal to 2B. So I let out a sigh, kept working, and waited for the interruption to arrive. I'd been wondering why no one had come in after 16S left.
Really could an engineer not build without something bothering him these days?
AN-
some world building and set up. happy with the city description part of this though as always it could be better. Honestly the timeline in this thing is basically just gone, or more accurately never existed in the first place. so...... yeah, a minor mistake there but then lots of issues in my earlier story are apparent, but well it's just a few plotholes.
been reading so many quests, about 2.5 mil words these past 4 days?
(it's more, like double that. send help, an 800k word quest in a day and a half, actually forget the help send more quests. I'm to far gone.)
Also 'yet another lost armor' will have voting limited to patreons, unless no one vote's obviously. Might have a few other psedo quests on it for a bit, all related to fabricated Hazards.
reviews and comments are fantastic, as are quest recommendations.
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Thanks for the chapter!
Also 2.5 mil? Damn, not bad! Which ones did you read?
Ahhh, fell into that rabbithole too, didn't you? There is no escaping now.
Also 2.5 mil? Damn, not bad! Which ones did you read?
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Just finished 'a god from ash' but this week? 'A path of enlightenment' 'a geeks guide:core' 'respect your elders' 'recursive nightmares' and those are just the ones I read all the way through, and remembered. Lots of ones I started got like 3 chapters in and stopped.
I particularly liked respect your elders and recursive nightmares.
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- Tokyo-3, Misato Refrigerator
To be honest, the whole situation around the state of the Engineer is already bothering me. The character's arc in search of his self, his reflection, always seems alien to me in this kind of stories. But the authors each time try to instill reflection in their character, before that they surgically traumatize him, rewarding him with mental problems and other things just so that he has something to suffer about and something to overcome.
Might I suggest
Battle Action Harem Highschool Side Character Quest (No SV, you are the Waifu)
Battle Action Harem Highschool Side Character Quest (No SV, you are the Waifu)
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Yeah, can't say I overly disagree. At the very least it's running long. But finishing a setting involves dealing with more than just the enemies in it. But I should be wrapping it up soon.
CH. 47
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Log…. you know what, starting again from one. Log 1V2
Haven't written one of these for a bit, well I technically did when my brain was mush but that doesn't count. I'm as healed as I'm going to be getting, both physically and mentally, meaning I'm free to get back to work, even if I have been forbidden from combat, and I have decided on my first project actually using the tier four's potential, add in a dash of my new understanding of how my tech works and all the thing's I thought wouldn't work suddenly become viable.
What is something a super advanced city full of androids and machines need? More than anything what resource is it starved for? The obvious answer might be resources to build with, or perhaps space, or you could even say it lacked for nothing given its advanced nature. Androids and machine's don't have very many basic needs regardless, so those thoughts aren't hard to come to.
But you'd be wrong, it needs power, raw electricity. The sheer amount of defense, conveniences, production facilities, and even simply powering the machines themselves. Sure they have 'infinite' energy cores. But that had a massive throughput problem, it's part of the reason they are so stupid (which is a rude but accurate description). They spread a comparatively tiny amount of power over both movement and computation, don't even get me started on the one's that use energy weapons. It's about as energy efficient as you can get, but it cost's in effectiveness.
For an army of chaff it was perfect, they were smart enough to work and had strength to be a nuisance if ignored. With larger machines to add actual force to them it was a potent force. Bog em down and then crush them. But the machines weren't an army anymore, I wanted them to be more, so I was going to make a thing.
Also need power for the portal, and other big things. At this point making four hundred nuclear reactors would be a stop gap. And I have had more than enough of making weapons of war. Rapidly advancing tech mean's rapidly advancing material and energy needs, and that mean's new methods need to be developed and implemented to actually get the needed energy.
Dumbing it down I will be making a pseudo singularity based in a few conceptual planes. A power source that would grow with time, faster the faster you draw on it, sure it had a theoretical maximum energy output but that was a mechanical issue not a theoretical one, there was only so much power the machine I was building could extract before the power transfer systems just overloaded.
It would be a safe, reliable, and most importantly, small, source of power. Currently a full fourth of the city was power generation, mostly underground or in my factory but still. And the best part was this was just a proof of concept, the androids had given me ideas. The command tank was good, but it wasn't a champion. I needed something insurmountable, as it stood I was lacking an equivalent to something like 2B or a superbug, or even just a machine champion.
One of the droids would take out a command tank with only moderate injuries, and that was with a full complement of drones and tanks. Skill, maneuverability, power, and durability, all qualities I would need to craft into my works.
Even if I didn't see the tactical benefit I just wanted to see if I could. Not being pressed for survival meant I was finally free to build things just because I wanted to. Even Labyrinthine could do more than make statues out of useless metal and gems or sticking with chip engravings, actually making advanced and expensive tech and not sacrificing time and materials that should have been spent keeping me alive.
Oh yeah I also finished talking to the android the mind's sent in, A2, basically an equivalent to 2B. Dressed basically in rag's under her disguise, now she's in a new set of clothes, not YoRHa issue, and has assigned herself as my permanent guard. Joining the rest of the androids who took up that job, though while they just patrol the 'habitable' part of my factory she's actively sit's in whatever room I'm in, just staring. An odd one that, but aside from her dislike of machines she's not really an issue. the added combat experience mean's she might even be a match for 2B now that I've cleaned up her internals and reworked her with some improved components and design principles.
As for the minds, I'm having Labyrinthine and Byzantine construct a global infrastructure network, data transport, power lines, trains, roads, even a way to walk the world on foot with waystations full of supplies and power hubs for courier drones. It'll be a longer term project but having a way to transport anything anywhere will be integral for my uplifting. My city, which needs a name, might be the largest one by far but I won't have it be the only one. Ideally a major city on every continent and minor one's scattered throughout.
Also airports, lots and lots of airports. Ground troops are slow, as is ground transportation, fine for bulk resources but for moving androids or combat materials or robots? Air fleets are the way to go.
Bulwark is doing the same thing but with the defense efforts, fort's scattered throughout our 'territory' for rapid troop deployment and to hold the territory in case the droids try something, I doubt they would but I haven't lived this long by taking chances. Patrolling this much territory with how few troops I have is an impossibility, but having my troops ready to rapidly respond is much more feasible. It just sacrifices a bit of initiative.
Balistraia however will be negotiating with the scattered machine countries, and a few android ones. But her biggest project will be keeping hostilities from reopening with the droid faction, they might not have numbers but their forces are more elite than YoRHa, and at the end of the day without the portal to Nauvis I just don't have the number's to bury them or the firepower to beat them straight out. Emplaced defenses to fend em off? Enough to handle ten time's their number, but that won't win a war unless they are stupid enough to attack.
Or I could just nuke Australia into oblivion. That is always an option. But well… its the nuclear option. Diplomacy first.
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Log #2
The mind's have been proceeding fairly well on their task's and the androids and machines have been as helpful as they could be expected to be. The current plan is to rebuild smaller villages into cities rather than just building empty one's and letting the populous filter in. The current bottleneck is actually bringing up android and machine leaders with enough diplomatic and administrative skill to actually run a city. Also you know, having people in charge you can actually trust to be in charge.
As for governance of my city? Well I finally convinced the machines and androids that I wasn't going to do it, so now there is a council running things, headed by anemone representing the androids, and Pascal representing the machines. The twins are also on it, as are a few leaders of the other various machine groups. They just handle the day to day running and can make formal requests to the minds for various amenities, supplies and building's. I am NOT making a legal system for them. (Also the religious head of my cult is not on the council, and I will not be endorsing the cult in any official capacity.)
Most of my android bodyguards are still just body guarding, but 2B and 9S have officially gone back to working with the 'resistance' and YoRHa. Not seeing much combat these days but machine lifeforms of the more 'beastial' nature still roam about the wilderness, plus the regular giant animals. So they are exploring, hunting, and basically running errands as far as I understand it. Odd, but I'm not an android and can't really judge.
As for what I've been doing, that's mostly been making a second tier four assembler, as I didn't have one for this side of the portal. I already had the parts for it, in fact with my new matter conversion tech it's even better than my old one. It's already finished actually, but once that was done I used it to start fabricating the piece's I'll need for the singularities foundation. A three hundred meter chamber below the city, every inch of it covered in the highest tech I got, with how many shields it has, and the Gravity manipulators I finally decided to build, it should theoretically be capable of containing a star, and also making a singularity.
Perpetual energy is officially possible, if you discount the material cost. I'd have to do the math but with how much matter my tech takes to make and how quickly the parts burn out or break… it might just be breaking even. But breaking even on entropy is still a win, as you have to be producing some energy to do that.
Then I'll need to gather a bunch of hydrogen, build the power distribution systems, and get to work on the actual singularity containment cell, the intuition of a singularity, and the backup containment, which aren't the actual power harvesting bits, or even my main containment strategy. Leaving that to emitters than can and most likely will eventually fail will just be writing this planet off, even if it's a few thousand years in the future. No, I need something that can contain a singularity until at a minimum the sun consumes the earth.
What I have right now is an expensive bomb, well the means to make an expensive bomb. Not a power source.
The initial plans for my 'champion' units have been drafted, each city will have a Sentinel Paragon, sentinel being a new type of humanoid drone. An armor that isn't hollow and therefore has stronger shields and weapons. And Paragon is a new class of technology.
Essentially I harvest the essence of dozens or hundreds of sentinels and infuse them into the highest quality sentinel I can make. I am cheating a bit as the sentinels are only about three meters tall and the Paragon's will be twenty, but that should only result in a twelve percent decrease in Paragon potential. The idea of the sentinel is more important than the size. Even the name was chosen to enhance the concept, a watcher. Basically a police force, though they can and will serve as the city's garrison. I could even have them use tanks, though it'd probably be more efficient just to have them use fast bikes or cars, or even just flight. As the weapons on even a basic sentinel will be… potent.
They are policing a population of super powerful machine forms, not exactly a job you can be fragile for. Also I want even the default sentinel to be capable of fighting a droid for a few seconds, and actually hurting them in those seconds. With the new power systems and overall enhancements I can grant them rudimentary flight, though literally only doing that so the Paragon can have far less rudimentary flight, and with shields the Paragon sentinel can just pick up the default sentinels and fly them at high speeds wherever they need to be. The rudimentary flight systems at least serve to lessen how much the Paragon needs to lift.
In a fight I would say a Paragon sentinel is worth five command tanks, though it has worse capabilities at range. A command tank can kill you from a few dozen miles away, the Paragon has roughly a mile before it becomes ineffective, but it's fast and meant to close the distance, not direct battles from the rear.
Also cost's about three battalions, command tanks included. Not a cost effective firepower ratio, but it's not made to win wars, it's made to win fights. Once the singularity is finished and running I'll have the tier four assembler begin work on the more finicky bits of the Paragon's chassis. Basic sentinels are already being made and harvested, never actually turning them on, as this place seems to make machines sentient the longer they run and I am not taking that chance. I also planned an intelligence for them, trying to guide the growth into productive directions, not starting them with sapience but close enough to be difficult to notice. A machine that's been running longer has more potent essence, but morals. I'll just need to make more and refine them down.
Which given the current state of negotiations might just be overkill, the droids are… terrified. I mean they might be pretending but you tend to make it obvious when you do that. If I didn't have spy satellites watching them I'd have no idea. They don't actually know what I did to the machine mind, and seem to be under the impression I could just do it again but to them. Like how they sabotaged YoRHa, which isn't actually out of the question, can't even say I wouldn't if they actually tried to fight. Any conflict would be a waste of resources, but temporarily driving them insane? Definitely effective, at the very least their fear buy's me time to open the portal.
Oh yeah, and the androids on the other side of the portal are fine, Kinda forgot to mention that. They do want to come back through though, but apparently they all have fairly advanced power armor or tanks. A full armored battalion of both YoRHa and Resistance androids. They haven't done much though, just a few defenses and patrols, seem to be doing a good enough job at it regardless.
AN-
basic but kinda back to form. And now we can actually see what the engineer can do when he knows what he's doing and isn't just modifying blueprints.
Likes and reviews are great, patreon is a thing.
Haven't written one of these for a bit, well I technically did when my brain was mush but that doesn't count. I'm as healed as I'm going to be getting, both physically and mentally, meaning I'm free to get back to work, even if I have been forbidden from combat, and I have decided on my first project actually using the tier four's potential, add in a dash of my new understanding of how my tech works and all the thing's I thought wouldn't work suddenly become viable.
What is something a super advanced city full of androids and machines need? More than anything what resource is it starved for? The obvious answer might be resources to build with, or perhaps space, or you could even say it lacked for nothing given its advanced nature. Androids and machine's don't have very many basic needs regardless, so those thoughts aren't hard to come to.
But you'd be wrong, it needs power, raw electricity. The sheer amount of defense, conveniences, production facilities, and even simply powering the machines themselves. Sure they have 'infinite' energy cores. But that had a massive throughput problem, it's part of the reason they are so stupid (which is a rude but accurate description). They spread a comparatively tiny amount of power over both movement and computation, don't even get me started on the one's that use energy weapons. It's about as energy efficient as you can get, but it cost's in effectiveness.
For an army of chaff it was perfect, they were smart enough to work and had strength to be a nuisance if ignored. With larger machines to add actual force to them it was a potent force. Bog em down and then crush them. But the machines weren't an army anymore, I wanted them to be more, so I was going to make a thing.
Also need power for the portal, and other big things. At this point making four hundred nuclear reactors would be a stop gap. And I have had more than enough of making weapons of war. Rapidly advancing tech mean's rapidly advancing material and energy needs, and that mean's new methods need to be developed and implemented to actually get the needed energy.
Dumbing it down I will be making a pseudo singularity based in a few conceptual planes. A power source that would grow with time, faster the faster you draw on it, sure it had a theoretical maximum energy output but that was a mechanical issue not a theoretical one, there was only so much power the machine I was building could extract before the power transfer systems just overloaded.
It would be a safe, reliable, and most importantly, small, source of power. Currently a full fourth of the city was power generation, mostly underground or in my factory but still. And the best part was this was just a proof of concept, the androids had given me ideas. The command tank was good, but it wasn't a champion. I needed something insurmountable, as it stood I was lacking an equivalent to something like 2B or a superbug, or even just a machine champion.
One of the droids would take out a command tank with only moderate injuries, and that was with a full complement of drones and tanks. Skill, maneuverability, power, and durability, all qualities I would need to craft into my works.
Even if I didn't see the tactical benefit I just wanted to see if I could. Not being pressed for survival meant I was finally free to build things just because I wanted to. Even Labyrinthine could do more than make statues out of useless metal and gems or sticking with chip engravings, actually making advanced and expensive tech and not sacrificing time and materials that should have been spent keeping me alive.
Oh yeah I also finished talking to the android the mind's sent in, A2, basically an equivalent to 2B. Dressed basically in rag's under her disguise, now she's in a new set of clothes, not YoRHa issue, and has assigned herself as my permanent guard. Joining the rest of the androids who took up that job, though while they just patrol the 'habitable' part of my factory she's actively sit's in whatever room I'm in, just staring. An odd one that, but aside from her dislike of machines she's not really an issue. the added combat experience mean's she might even be a match for 2B now that I've cleaned up her internals and reworked her with some improved components and design principles.
As for the minds, I'm having Labyrinthine and Byzantine construct a global infrastructure network, data transport, power lines, trains, roads, even a way to walk the world on foot with waystations full of supplies and power hubs for courier drones. It'll be a longer term project but having a way to transport anything anywhere will be integral for my uplifting. My city, which needs a name, might be the largest one by far but I won't have it be the only one. Ideally a major city on every continent and minor one's scattered throughout.
Also airports, lots and lots of airports. Ground troops are slow, as is ground transportation, fine for bulk resources but for moving androids or combat materials or robots? Air fleets are the way to go.
Bulwark is doing the same thing but with the defense efforts, fort's scattered throughout our 'territory' for rapid troop deployment and to hold the territory in case the droids try something, I doubt they would but I haven't lived this long by taking chances. Patrolling this much territory with how few troops I have is an impossibility, but having my troops ready to rapidly respond is much more feasible. It just sacrifices a bit of initiative.
Balistraia however will be negotiating with the scattered machine countries, and a few android ones. But her biggest project will be keeping hostilities from reopening with the droid faction, they might not have numbers but their forces are more elite than YoRHa, and at the end of the day without the portal to Nauvis I just don't have the number's to bury them or the firepower to beat them straight out. Emplaced defenses to fend em off? Enough to handle ten time's their number, but that won't win a war unless they are stupid enough to attack.
Or I could just nuke Australia into oblivion. That is always an option. But well… its the nuclear option. Diplomacy first.
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Log #2
The mind's have been proceeding fairly well on their task's and the androids and machines have been as helpful as they could be expected to be. The current plan is to rebuild smaller villages into cities rather than just building empty one's and letting the populous filter in. The current bottleneck is actually bringing up android and machine leaders with enough diplomatic and administrative skill to actually run a city. Also you know, having people in charge you can actually trust to be in charge.
As for governance of my city? Well I finally convinced the machines and androids that I wasn't going to do it, so now there is a council running things, headed by anemone representing the androids, and Pascal representing the machines. The twins are also on it, as are a few leaders of the other various machine groups. They just handle the day to day running and can make formal requests to the minds for various amenities, supplies and building's. I am NOT making a legal system for them. (Also the religious head of my cult is not on the council, and I will not be endorsing the cult in any official capacity.)
Most of my android bodyguards are still just body guarding, but 2B and 9S have officially gone back to working with the 'resistance' and YoRHa. Not seeing much combat these days but machine lifeforms of the more 'beastial' nature still roam about the wilderness, plus the regular giant animals. So they are exploring, hunting, and basically running errands as far as I understand it. Odd, but I'm not an android and can't really judge.
As for what I've been doing, that's mostly been making a second tier four assembler, as I didn't have one for this side of the portal. I already had the parts for it, in fact with my new matter conversion tech it's even better than my old one. It's already finished actually, but once that was done I used it to start fabricating the piece's I'll need for the singularities foundation. A three hundred meter chamber below the city, every inch of it covered in the highest tech I got, with how many shields it has, and the Gravity manipulators I finally decided to build, it should theoretically be capable of containing a star, and also making a singularity.
Perpetual energy is officially possible, if you discount the material cost. I'd have to do the math but with how much matter my tech takes to make and how quickly the parts burn out or break… it might just be breaking even. But breaking even on entropy is still a win, as you have to be producing some energy to do that.
Then I'll need to gather a bunch of hydrogen, build the power distribution systems, and get to work on the actual singularity containment cell, the intuition of a singularity, and the backup containment, which aren't the actual power harvesting bits, or even my main containment strategy. Leaving that to emitters than can and most likely will eventually fail will just be writing this planet off, even if it's a few thousand years in the future. No, I need something that can contain a singularity until at a minimum the sun consumes the earth.
What I have right now is an expensive bomb, well the means to make an expensive bomb. Not a power source.
The initial plans for my 'champion' units have been drafted, each city will have a Sentinel Paragon, sentinel being a new type of humanoid drone. An armor that isn't hollow and therefore has stronger shields and weapons. And Paragon is a new class of technology.
Essentially I harvest the essence of dozens or hundreds of sentinels and infuse them into the highest quality sentinel I can make. I am cheating a bit as the sentinels are only about three meters tall and the Paragon's will be twenty, but that should only result in a twelve percent decrease in Paragon potential. The idea of the sentinel is more important than the size. Even the name was chosen to enhance the concept, a watcher. Basically a police force, though they can and will serve as the city's garrison. I could even have them use tanks, though it'd probably be more efficient just to have them use fast bikes or cars, or even just flight. As the weapons on even a basic sentinel will be… potent.
They are policing a population of super powerful machine forms, not exactly a job you can be fragile for. Also I want even the default sentinel to be capable of fighting a droid for a few seconds, and actually hurting them in those seconds. With the new power systems and overall enhancements I can grant them rudimentary flight, though literally only doing that so the Paragon can have far less rudimentary flight, and with shields the Paragon sentinel can just pick up the default sentinels and fly them at high speeds wherever they need to be. The rudimentary flight systems at least serve to lessen how much the Paragon needs to lift.
In a fight I would say a Paragon sentinel is worth five command tanks, though it has worse capabilities at range. A command tank can kill you from a few dozen miles away, the Paragon has roughly a mile before it becomes ineffective, but it's fast and meant to close the distance, not direct battles from the rear.
Also cost's about three battalions, command tanks included. Not a cost effective firepower ratio, but it's not made to win wars, it's made to win fights. Once the singularity is finished and running I'll have the tier four assembler begin work on the more finicky bits of the Paragon's chassis. Basic sentinels are already being made and harvested, never actually turning them on, as this place seems to make machines sentient the longer they run and I am not taking that chance. I also planned an intelligence for them, trying to guide the growth into productive directions, not starting them with sapience but close enough to be difficult to notice. A machine that's been running longer has more potent essence, but morals. I'll just need to make more and refine them down.
Which given the current state of negotiations might just be overkill, the droids are… terrified. I mean they might be pretending but you tend to make it obvious when you do that. If I didn't have spy satellites watching them I'd have no idea. They don't actually know what I did to the machine mind, and seem to be under the impression I could just do it again but to them. Like how they sabotaged YoRHa, which isn't actually out of the question, can't even say I wouldn't if they actually tried to fight. Any conflict would be a waste of resources, but temporarily driving them insane? Definitely effective, at the very least their fear buy's me time to open the portal.
Oh yeah, and the androids on the other side of the portal are fine, Kinda forgot to mention that. They do want to come back through though, but apparently they all have fairly advanced power armor or tanks. A full armored battalion of both YoRHa and Resistance androids. They haven't done much though, just a few defenses and patrols, seem to be doing a good enough job at it regardless.
AN-
basic but kinda back to form. And now we can actually see what the engineer can do when he knows what he's doing and isn't just modifying blueprints.
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Nice! Thanks for the chapter!
Could you elaborate on this? Is he talking about an essence that they naturally have due to being connected to that conceptual space?