Grey Rook
Genuine Nerd
- Location
- The Quantum Foam
It seems to me that if he admitted to knowing those things, he'd be very likely to end up dead... if he's lucky. And, of course, Hiver seems to dislike doing things with metaknowledge.
Interrogator (40k)
- Thread starter Hiver
- Start date
I think the bigger issue is he doesn't know if his information is 100% accurate? They don't know why a tabletop game written 38 millennia ago would accurately predict the future and I don't think there's an easy way to test the accuracy of the good stuff.
(Also, isn't GW's policy on canon something like "just because it's in an official book doesn't mean it's true"?)
(Also, isn't GW's policy on canon something like "just because it's in an official book doesn't mean it's true"?)
They know his knowledge exists; he told them about it. But neither he nor they know where it comes from much less how trustworthy it is. They likely had him write down what he could recall at some point, and I expect they are quietly (or not so quietly) looking into things elsewhere, "off screen".
And I suspect him having such knowledge was a significant factor in him being recruited by the Inquisition. A guy with all sorts of knowledge of potential threats to the Imperium? That's exactly the kind of information they'd want. Fortunately for Tezzeret, Aurelius is clearly the pragmatic sort and perfectly happy to go the recruitment route instead of defaulting to forcibly extracting everything he knows and discarding him. It worked too; if they want access to what he knows they just need to ask, after all.
And I suspect him having such knowledge was a significant factor in him being recruited by the Inquisition. A guy with all sorts of knowledge of potential threats to the Imperium? That's exactly the kind of information they'd want. Fortunately for Tezzeret, Aurelius is clearly the pragmatic sort and perfectly happy to go the recruitment route instead of defaulting to forcibly extracting everything he knows and discarding him. It worked too; if they want access to what he knows they just need to ask, after all.
darkkrusty
The Forsaken
- Location
- England
if all witness's are dead, profile remains low, it only goes to high if there is people to report it
No, Hiver likes to be at least quasi-realistic, and realistically massacres are the opposite of low profile. Unlike NPCs in a computer game, living people become very suspicious when people much less entire settlements vanish, they don't say "oh, must have been nothing, I'll be on my way".
"Must have been the wind."
darkkrusty
The Forsaken
- Location
- England
yes but if all those who question why people have vanished also vanished then things remain low profile! however I know Hiver likes to be Quasi realistic, its called a joke, sadly text does not convay tone with words well.
Crazael
Rehydrated Demon King
- Location
- Lost to the vagaries of time.
That's why you don't just massacre all of the witnesses. You make it look like it was done by some other group that is "known" to do that sort of thing. Or you cause such a group to do so and "fail to arrive in time".
- Location
- Internet
This is more or less how a very special kind of meme came into existance.
Touching a sensor on the side of the door, I walked inside and looked around, "Naria, you in here?"
"I am here, Tezzeret," a modulated voice answered and there was a clicking of metal against metal as the tech-adept came into view.
She moved on eight spider legs, clicking forward against the floor beneath her, sticking out from beneath her red robes. A mechadendrite hovered over her left shoulder, a claw and a laser welder at the end of it. Her left hand had a number of built in medical equipment such as scalpels and microsutures.
Her right hand was also augmetic, but more normal looking, at least on the surface.
Naria was an augmetics specialist, an expert on working with servitors and augmentations. Looking beneath her hood, you couldn't identify anything human other than her mouth from the wide array of sensors and augmetics.
She clicked closer across the metal floor, "Has your new augment been giving you trouble?" she asked as she moved around behind me, fingers feeling through my hair along the back of my skull, "The skin over it has healed well."
"No trouble at all," I said, "when not using it, I barely notice it. You do very good work," I said, making the symbol of the cog with my right hand, "The blessings of the Omnissiah strengthen me."
I had worked quite a bit with the Adeptus Mechanicus.
She poked down the back of my neck, "It is a pity that the blessings have to remain hidden. And that you do not wish for more of them. If you were willing to join the Adeptus Mechanicus… you would do well in the Priesthood of Mars."
"I think my service to the Imperium takes me in a different direction," I said seriously and turned to look at her."
"Indeed," she answered and leaned in closer, her left hand rising to spread the eyelids on my left eye as she peered into it, "How is your color vision?"
"Unchanged. If it had, I would have told you," I said, trying my best not to blink, "That's not why I'm here. I have been promoted to Interrogator. I want you on my team for the next mission."
"And the mission is?"
I sighed as she let go and shifted back to get something that approached giving some personal space, "Don't know yet, something is going wrong somewhere and Aurelius wants us to check it out."
She made a machine sound, her spider legs clicking a bit in place before she nodded, "I will come. You will require somebody with my skills."
"So I will," I agreed.
"There is another matter," she then said and clicked back as further clicking filled the room as something the shape of a small dog moved out of the shadows on four legs, another two at the front raised with razor sharp blades. It looked somewhat like a four legged spider.
"An vivisector module," Naria continued, "Connect to it with your mind impulse unit."
She transmitted the encryption code to me and I assigned it to the right thing and then opened a connection to the small robot.
It wasn't a servitor, it was all circuits and mechanisms, and as such, dumb as a rock. Abominable Intelligence was banned after all and for good reason.
A screen of it's view showed up in part of my vision, readings and sensors on it showing it's status. Text scrolled and I willed it to move. No reaction.
Oh yes, it's not a servitor.
Mentally writing up a command, I sent it to the small robot and it took three steps forward before tilting back to look up at me, "I will need to commune with the machine-spirit to learn how to guide it," I said and turned to Naria, "Thank you."
"There are several tech-chants already in it's root directory," she told me, "Usually used by Magos-Dominus."
I made the symbol of the Omnissiah, "Thank you, Tech-Adept. I am aware that this sort of access is unusual from somebody not completely in the Adeptus Mechanicus."
She regarded me from beneath her hood, "Are you not, Interrogator? You commune with the Machine-Spirits and they answer to you. You touched the Old Machines."
I smiled and looked at the Vivisector, accessing the system and scrolling through the ready made script, selected move to location, assigned my quarters and let it run.
The robot got up and moved out of the room, the door opening before it. I looked after it for a second before just letting the connection stay up to keep a mental eye on it as I turned back to Naria, "Still. There will be a great number of situations where it will be quite useful."
"We all serve the Omnissiah and the Imperium in our own ways," she said, legs clicking as she shifted back and forth slightly, "We should prepare for our mission, Interrogator."
"Indeed, Blessed be the Omnissiah," I agreed with a nod before I turned and walked out.
My relationship with the Adeptus-Mechanicus was… complicated. I knew a hell of a lot more than they liked somebody not an outright Tech-Priest to do. But I was part of the Inquisition so they couldn't just outright snatch me up and forcefully induct me or turn me into a servitor.
I think they also thought that me having touched the first machines was kind of cool. At least among the few that knew of my origins.
So I had been somewhat… soft inducted. I worked with them, they worked with me. They didn't turn me into a servitor and I worked with them when it came to ideas about Old Technology, even if most was more advanced than the time I was originally from.
They also had a point about technology and machine-spirits. Because it's clearly a thing in some way, at least with more advanced technology. Call it emergent properties or whatever, but if you treat your things well, it just works better.
And considering how often I found myself in mortal danger, if talking to my laspistol made it work better, then I praised it as being a good gun from time to time.
...And I swear it has gotten more accurate. It's actually slightly creepy.
I patted the handle of my lasgun as I walked.
"I am here, Tezzeret," a modulated voice answered and there was a clicking of metal against metal as the tech-adept came into view.
She moved on eight spider legs, clicking forward against the floor beneath her, sticking out from beneath her red robes. A mechadendrite hovered over her left shoulder, a claw and a laser welder at the end of it. Her left hand had a number of built in medical equipment such as scalpels and microsutures.
Her right hand was also augmetic, but more normal looking, at least on the surface.
Naria was an augmetics specialist, an expert on working with servitors and augmentations. Looking beneath her hood, you couldn't identify anything human other than her mouth from the wide array of sensors and augmetics.
She clicked closer across the metal floor, "Has your new augment been giving you trouble?" she asked as she moved around behind me, fingers feeling through my hair along the back of my skull, "The skin over it has healed well."
"No trouble at all," I said, "when not using it, I barely notice it. You do very good work," I said, making the symbol of the cog with my right hand, "The blessings of the Omnissiah strengthen me."
I had worked quite a bit with the Adeptus Mechanicus.
She poked down the back of my neck, "It is a pity that the blessings have to remain hidden. And that you do not wish for more of them. If you were willing to join the Adeptus Mechanicus… you would do well in the Priesthood of Mars."
"I think my service to the Imperium takes me in a different direction," I said seriously and turned to look at her."
"Indeed," she answered and leaned in closer, her left hand rising to spread the eyelids on my left eye as she peered into it, "How is your color vision?"
"Unchanged. If it had, I would have told you," I said, trying my best not to blink, "That's not why I'm here. I have been promoted to Interrogator. I want you on my team for the next mission."
"And the mission is?"
I sighed as she let go and shifted back to get something that approached giving some personal space, "Don't know yet, something is going wrong somewhere and Aurelius wants us to check it out."
She made a machine sound, her spider legs clicking a bit in place before she nodded, "I will come. You will require somebody with my skills."
"So I will," I agreed.
"There is another matter," she then said and clicked back as further clicking filled the room as something the shape of a small dog moved out of the shadows on four legs, another two at the front raised with razor sharp blades. It looked somewhat like a four legged spider.
"An vivisector module," Naria continued, "Connect to it with your mind impulse unit."
She transmitted the encryption code to me and I assigned it to the right thing and then opened a connection to the small robot.
It wasn't a servitor, it was all circuits and mechanisms, and as such, dumb as a rock. Abominable Intelligence was banned after all and for good reason.
A screen of it's view showed up in part of my vision, readings and sensors on it showing it's status. Text scrolled and I willed it to move. No reaction.
Oh yes, it's not a servitor.
Mentally writing up a command, I sent it to the small robot and it took three steps forward before tilting back to look up at me, "I will need to commune with the machine-spirit to learn how to guide it," I said and turned to Naria, "Thank you."
"There are several tech-chants already in it's root directory," she told me, "Usually used by Magos-Dominus."
I made the symbol of the Omnissiah, "Thank you, Tech-Adept. I am aware that this sort of access is unusual from somebody not completely in the Adeptus Mechanicus."
She regarded me from beneath her hood, "Are you not, Interrogator? You commune with the Machine-Spirits and they answer to you. You touched the Old Machines."
I smiled and looked at the Vivisector, accessing the system and scrolling through the ready made script, selected move to location, assigned my quarters and let it run.
The robot got up and moved out of the room, the door opening before it. I looked after it for a second before just letting the connection stay up to keep a mental eye on it as I turned back to Naria, "Still. There will be a great number of situations where it will be quite useful."
"We all serve the Omnissiah and the Imperium in our own ways," she said, legs clicking as she shifted back and forth slightly, "We should prepare for our mission, Interrogator."
"Indeed, Blessed be the Omnissiah," I agreed with a nod before I turned and walked out.
My relationship with the Adeptus-Mechanicus was… complicated. I knew a hell of a lot more than they liked somebody not an outright Tech-Priest to do. But I was part of the Inquisition so they couldn't just outright snatch me up and forcefully induct me or turn me into a servitor.
I think they also thought that me having touched the first machines was kind of cool. At least among the few that knew of my origins.
So I had been somewhat… soft inducted. I worked with them, they worked with me. They didn't turn me into a servitor and I worked with them when it came to ideas about Old Technology, even if most was more advanced than the time I was originally from.
They also had a point about technology and machine-spirits. Because it's clearly a thing in some way, at least with more advanced technology. Call it emergent properties or whatever, but if you treat your things well, it just works better.
And considering how often I found myself in mortal danger, if talking to my laspistol made it work better, then I praised it as being a good gun from time to time.
...And I swear it has gotten more accurate. It's actually slightly creepy.
I patted the handle of my lasgun as I walked.
- Location
- United States
I award you a snowflake for another great chapter... not because it is winter, but because it lookes like the symbol of chaos worship! Bwa ha ha ha! It was a trick all along, just as tzeetch foresaw!😈
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
I believe that in canon 40k they avoid having eightfold symmetry when they can. Certainly the models I can find pictures of seem to go straight from six legs to ten. Unless they're Dark Mechanicum anyway.
Just a minor nitpick.
But six is the number of Slannesh, not Chaos Undivided!
- Location
- Internet
It actually reminds me of the old Rogue Trader and Dark Heresy RPGs. Both had really neat bits of lore and stuff for individuals that link up and control servitors and such. Dark Heresy went into a bit of neat (if highly questionably canon) lore of Tech-Priests that explicitly deal with the breeding and creation of Cyber-Mastiffs and Servo-Hawks, basically animal brains implanted into completely cybernetic bodies. Especially popular among Arbites, because even the Judge Dredd's of the 40k Universe know a Good Boy when they see it.
Then from Rogue Trader you get Colchite Servo-Masters. Highly dubious individuals that with a bit of Psycho-Xenos Tech Implants are able to control linked Servitors like extensions of their own body.
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- Location
- United States
And Tzeetch thanks you for focusing attention away from his masterful plans. Go on then, distract the masses with your hedonistic fanfiction distractions from life... just as Tzeetch planned!😈
Nein! I know his number too!
- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
I realize it's unrelated, but my sense of humor has a mind of its own…
"Now show me on the doll" *holds up toy Reaper* "where the bad man touched you."
Winter Undivided Is Coming?
Rajvik_wolfboy
Wolf amongst the stars.
- Location
- Florida
ahem...
She has eight legs an arm and a set of mechandrites, i think she is far from showing the number of any of the chaos dieties
She has eight legs an arm and a set of mechandrites, i think she is far from showing the number of any of the chaos dieties
I raised my hand to knock on the hatch and a voice drifted out from inside before I managed to do it,
"Come in."
Rolling my eyes, I walked inside the private quarters, "Should I even bother telling you what I want?"
Dorian was an average looking man. Aggressively average, so much that I was fairly sure it was some sort of psychic effect. If I looked away from him, I wouldn't be able to describe him other than 'average build, brown hair'.
Even looking at him, I couldn't even give a much better description. Average build, average height, average haircut, average complexion.
"It is impolite to look so deeply," Dorian said, his voice… unremarkable, "But it is hardly my fault that everybody is transmitting every single thought going through their heads. Congratulations on your promotion, Tezzeret."
"Thank you, Dorian. You in?"
He looked over at me finally. His eyes were brown. Average.
"I am," he agreed and he got up from his chair, "You're right, you will need a psyker. And yes, especially a telepath; we are especially useful for these sorts of investigations."
"I wish you'd stop doing that."
He frowned faintly, "Then stop thinking so loudly."
Hmmmh.
Dorian raised an eyebrow at me, "Have you picked the muscle of the group yet? Ah, well, you should go see Teres about that."
"Right you are," I admitted and nodded, "Well-"
"I'll be ready for when it is time to depart."
I nodded and waved to him before I left. Dorian was creepy. He was also good at what he did and for a psyker he wasn't really that bad and relatively sane. At least he wasn't babbling to himself and looking at things only they saw. Or if he did, he hid it well.
I kind of felt bad about the fact that I found him creepy as I knew that he could tell. And he could tell that I felt bad about it.
Telepaths didn't have an easy life, especially somebody like Dorian who couldn't really turn it off. It was a wonder he was as stable as he was. Then again, he was lucky he was as strong and in control as he was or he would have been fed to the Golden Throne instead of inducted into the Inquisition.
Moving out of the way of a cargo servitor hauling crates of ammo, I headed into the barracks areas of the Edge of Fury. It's where the muscles of the team were stationed. Mostly Imperial Guard recruits.
Aurelius usually didn't bring that many of them down on general missions, but having a couple of hundred Imperial Guard soldiers to throw at a problem if necessary was useful. Especially as they were recruited into the Inquisition by being the best of their best in their units, often after surviving something most people would not.
Stepping to the side once more as a squad of troopers jogged past, wearing full gear and equipment packs, I let them pass before continuing towards Teres office.
He glanced up from his console as I walked in before leaning back in his chair, "Tezzeret, I take if you're here for your squad?"
"Got it in one," I agreed and dropped down in the chair across from his desk, "What do you have for me?"
Teres leaned back in his chair for a moment, his shaved head reflecting the light of the luminators before he smiled dryly, "Depends on what you're looking for. Door kickers or someone that can play your and Aurelius games?" he asked as he leaned forward, pulling a drawer in his desk open and taking out a clear bottle and a pair of glasses.
He filled them half way and slid one over to me as he picked up his own.
Taking it, I sipped what might possibly be cleaning fluid, I considered that for a moment. Teres were many things, but taste in liquor he didn't have.
"Is it too much to ask for both?" I finally asked.
He shook his head and picked up a dataslate, glancing at it, "Might be able to do something at least," he admitted, "Anything special in mind?"
"Not yet," I admitted, "But I'm going to need troopers that can blend in as at least personal protection. So no catachans, no obvious gang markings if you can avoid it and no ogryn or other ab-humans. No substantial augmentation either that can't be gotten outside the guard."
"Not asking for much, are you?"
I sipped the cleaning fluid, "I'm sure we should be able to find some. I only need five after all."
Teres sighed and nodded, knocking his drink back with a small frown, "I should be able to get something ready for you," he admitted, "How soon do you need them?"
"We're leaving on commercial transport in six days," I said, "So before then."
He slowly nodded, his glass clicking down onto the floor as he set it down, "I should be able to have them ready for tomorrow. I have some guys in mind. Any thoughts about male or female?"
"Not really, pick who you think will be best," I said and finished my drink, putting the glass down as I got up.
"We'll get it done," Teres said before he smiled and stood up, rounding the desk before saluting smartly, "Interrogator."
I smiled and returned the salute before offering him my hand.
He took it and shook it firmly, "Congratulations."
"That's still to be seen," I admitted wryly.
"Come in."
Rolling my eyes, I walked inside the private quarters, "Should I even bother telling you what I want?"
Dorian was an average looking man. Aggressively average, so much that I was fairly sure it was some sort of psychic effect. If I looked away from him, I wouldn't be able to describe him other than 'average build, brown hair'.
Even looking at him, I couldn't even give a much better description. Average build, average height, average haircut, average complexion.
"It is impolite to look so deeply," Dorian said, his voice… unremarkable, "But it is hardly my fault that everybody is transmitting every single thought going through their heads. Congratulations on your promotion, Tezzeret."
"Thank you, Dorian. You in?"
He looked over at me finally. His eyes were brown. Average.
"I am," he agreed and he got up from his chair, "You're right, you will need a psyker. And yes, especially a telepath; we are especially useful for these sorts of investigations."
"I wish you'd stop doing that."
He frowned faintly, "Then stop thinking so loudly."
Hmmmh.
Dorian raised an eyebrow at me, "Have you picked the muscle of the group yet? Ah, well, you should go see Teres about that."
"Right you are," I admitted and nodded, "Well-"
"I'll be ready for when it is time to depart."
I nodded and waved to him before I left. Dorian was creepy. He was also good at what he did and for a psyker he wasn't really that bad and relatively sane. At least he wasn't babbling to himself and looking at things only they saw. Or if he did, he hid it well.
I kind of felt bad about the fact that I found him creepy as I knew that he could tell. And he could tell that I felt bad about it.
Telepaths didn't have an easy life, especially somebody like Dorian who couldn't really turn it off. It was a wonder he was as stable as he was. Then again, he was lucky he was as strong and in control as he was or he would have been fed to the Golden Throne instead of inducted into the Inquisition.
Moving out of the way of a cargo servitor hauling crates of ammo, I headed into the barracks areas of the Edge of Fury. It's where the muscles of the team were stationed. Mostly Imperial Guard recruits.
Aurelius usually didn't bring that many of them down on general missions, but having a couple of hundred Imperial Guard soldiers to throw at a problem if necessary was useful. Especially as they were recruited into the Inquisition by being the best of their best in their units, often after surviving something most people would not.
Stepping to the side once more as a squad of troopers jogged past, wearing full gear and equipment packs, I let them pass before continuing towards Teres office.
He glanced up from his console as I walked in before leaning back in his chair, "Tezzeret, I take if you're here for your squad?"
"Got it in one," I agreed and dropped down in the chair across from his desk, "What do you have for me?"
Teres leaned back in his chair for a moment, his shaved head reflecting the light of the luminators before he smiled dryly, "Depends on what you're looking for. Door kickers or someone that can play your and Aurelius games?" he asked as he leaned forward, pulling a drawer in his desk open and taking out a clear bottle and a pair of glasses.
He filled them half way and slid one over to me as he picked up his own.
Taking it, I sipped what might possibly be cleaning fluid, I considered that for a moment. Teres were many things, but taste in liquor he didn't have.
"Is it too much to ask for both?" I finally asked.
He shook his head and picked up a dataslate, glancing at it, "Might be able to do something at least," he admitted, "Anything special in mind?"
"Not yet," I admitted, "But I'm going to need troopers that can blend in as at least personal protection. So no catachans, no obvious gang markings if you can avoid it and no ogryn or other ab-humans. No substantial augmentation either that can't be gotten outside the guard."
"Not asking for much, are you?"
I sipped the cleaning fluid, "I'm sure we should be able to find some. I only need five after all."
Teres sighed and nodded, knocking his drink back with a small frown, "I should be able to get something ready for you," he admitted, "How soon do you need them?"
"We're leaving on commercial transport in six days," I said, "So before then."
He slowly nodded, his glass clicking down onto the floor as he set it down, "I should be able to have them ready for tomorrow. I have some guys in mind. Any thoughts about male or female?"
"Not really, pick who you think will be best," I said and finished my drink, putting the glass down as I got up.
"We'll get it done," Teres said before he smiled and stood up, rounding the desk before saluting smartly, "Interrogator."
I smiled and returned the salute before offering him my hand.
He took it and shook it firmly, "Congratulations."
"That's still to be seen," I admitted wryly.
I prefer the precog who does it, and then gets a splitting headache if you don't still ask it.
- Location
- Maryland
Isn't that Basically Eldar SOP? Or is that only what the Inquisition wants us to think
Crazael
Rehydrated Demon King
- Location
- Lost to the vagaries of time.
More or less. But their reason is less about not leaving evidence and more making best use of their more limited numbers.