This year has been tense, but bountiful in its harvests. While the danger of the lurking traitor remains an ever present threat, Ceriox has done extremely well with his rather basic orders to the point that you're quite sure he did not intend to follow your original orders. A worrying precedent perhaps but the results speak for themselves. The investigations seem to have nailed own the exact location and vectors of the viral infector so your work next year capturing them should be a much easier task, especially with better knowledge of what signs might construe danger on their part.
perhaps, but not perhaps but
down not own
infector, so not infector so
Sila was getting pretty sick of Vareena IV by her second year of life on the planet. It was altogether a daily nice place if it weren't for the constant aura of unease that some of its inhabitants exuded. As such she mostly kept to the skies when she could, not making much of a presence on the ground except to occasionally scout the more abandoned locales. Overall, the planet was fairly boring. There was quite a bit of interesting flora and fauna to check out for sure, but most of it were just localized species of animals and plants that already existed on earth, the near obvious indicator that this was a terraformed planet in the past.
The people were certainly the most interesting thing about the planet, aside from the base. Despite their supposed criminal origin they seemed to have turned into something like the common medieval societies of ancient earth. They have a number of kingdoms all over the planet, with nobles and knights and the like. Pretty cool to be quite honest, if also disappointingly primitive like the last world. From what she could gather just observing their armies and societies, it seems like the anti-psykers were often warriors, but rarely lived in large settlements. Seemingly they tended to wander quite a lot, and she spent some time following a small collection of families that had a few among them, just watching them live out their little lives with her very good observation capabilities. Painful work for sure, but at least it satisfied her thirst for knowledge and provided plenty of time to practice her new techniques.
fairly not daily
Earth not earth, twice in a row.
In little more than a few months of this year the war was over, as vast swathes of their fleets simply returned home and an obviously more powerful state loomed on the horizon. From this stage he led a propaganda blitz over the next half the year once their languages had been processed and added to your translations. First he pulled on the fears of the population that supposedly rested in horrendous raiders that seemed to have attacked this planet every few decades and guaranteed that your honorable warriors would come to their aid if ever attacked again, since you were now new to the world. Secondly he invited vast swathes of the city states middle and upper classes to visit both the undiscovered lands of the archipelago that were quickly becoming proper settlements and the Prometheus. While you weren't the most enthusiastic with being paraded on short notice, the near reverential awe you could see on the faces of these people as they observed your various capabilities and the artificial life within you was certainly enjoyable. When Ceriox eventually laid the third half of his plan down with a treaty of trade, modernization and autonomy as member cities of your burgeoning nation they fell into your grasp one by one. Even the cities of Altia and Sarto, the former leaders of the the blocs agreed to integration so long as they were given the same benefits as the other cities.
While all of your new vassals are going to enjoy significant autonomy and provide nearly no taxes for a good five years or unless you commit to mass modernization, the return on income in only a few months of trade has already been substantial. While it costed a fair amount of resources to outfit them initially, even just providing them with global positioning services and preserved food through your orbital assets has let them begin to trade vast quantities of refineable material to your settlements. With nearly a hundred million new citizens, you have quite a bit more work to do on the diplomatic front to integrate and modernize them, but it will be almost certainly worthwhile to do so. You have officially unified your first planet, and with such a milestone reached quite a lot of work in government needs to be done soon. You also have learned what the inhabitants of this planet call it: Cantara, or something similar that translates rather uncreatively to The Great Ocean in their dialects. More creative a name than Earth you suppose.
half of the year, once not half the year once
states' not states
years, or not years or
cost not costed, it's coasted when the event takes place further back in time than the context of that sentence especially for an AI like PR-01.
refinable not refineable, I was surprised by that one too. I thought you were correct and just using an obscure form of the word, but a check turned out that the spelling was wrong.
Once again the Prometheus returned to this system's asteroid field but rather than the somewhat minimal extraction you prepared previously you gathered perhaps the greatest bounty of material you've ever extracted personally.
field, but not field but
previously, you not previously you
Effects: Gain 24 capital for next turn. Next action that will provide materials science research stages will provide 2 stages instead of 1.
Capital not capital
Materials Science not materials science
You should probably put that +2 on next Materials Science gain into an Informational Threadmark somewhere so you don't forget about it.
Maximilian thought the structures of his new ministry to be quite the accomplishment. Sure, the actual infrastructure was what took up most of the costs, but they were rather boring in comparison to the brilliant work he had pulled off elsewhere. While he had to work around the cumbersome system of elected fools that made the work like pulling teeth, his establishment of a wide variety of conglomerated state corporations for the most relevant sectors of the economy quite effectively made the actual work of the ministries clear as regulatory bodies while presenting an effective, scientifically managed and mostly automated base of production that they could command the heights of the economy with, without need of specific legislation's or complicated regulation.
Was it perhaps a little underhanded, yes, but if there was anything he learned as a governor it was that you couldn't very well trust the commons to control the economy or else they'd shoot themselves in the foot, either through corruption or the total misallocation of time and effort. With the primitives being hoisted on the government's dime they needed to make their structure clear, and the basis of administration effective or else they might get their grubby hands in the gears and mess everything all up. That vile eel's hires in the skeleton of the ministry were in the very least effective and knowledgeable in the field of economics and the various hard sciences, so it wasn't nearly as much of a problem as he had expected to work with them. In time he could certainly see them operating in a way that would make him proud, and the vast army of clerks, bureaucrats and archivists he hired in this time should keep the ministry grounded. A success, though the legal limits were quite a pain to balance around.
Effect: 1 free action in the stewardship category gained per turn. Economy has become dominated by vast state corporations as fledgling firms have been combined. 5 capital spent assembling the ministry and its buildings.
Ministry not ministry, unless this is a way of showing Maximilian's bias
Ministries not ministries, again as with the previous error
legislation or legislations not legislation's, depends on if Maximilian is referring to a handful of laws, then it is legislation, or a large group of laws, then it is legislations.
dime, they not dime they
clear and not clear, and
everything up not everything all up, depends on whether you intended to write "everything all up" because I have an itch in my brain telling me that the phrase is appropriate for snobs and elitists, but I can't remember from where.
Ministry not ministry, same rules as the other errors of this type in there
at not in
Ministry not ministry, now this one I'm sure is an error because it's not inside Maximilian's head
Looking over hundreds of hours of footage and memories, the more you look at the entity that tried to infest you, the more you're sickened by its appearance. It's not as if it's able to truly sicken you, what with you being a machine, but the sheer bizarreness of its appearance simply makes its entire presence feel wrong. As if it were a corruption reality itself. You don't know if this is a normal reaction to seeing warp entities, but you definitely do not like it.
Fully dedicating yourself to the examination of your memories you note that code it constantly released, clearly as some sort of digital corruption, seemed to follow a pattern in just how constantly it was shifting. Seemingly none of the code really held on to a consistent quality of writing and clearly was not made by an intelligent mind. It should frankly not function at all, but as your encounter with the door systems showed it clearly could. Through introductory research into the typing's of known warp creatures you have assumed this creature to be of the Trickster-Schemer strain of warp entities. While you've not had enough time to properly analyze all of the data, the seeming never ending change of its form and capabilities seems to fit well with what you dispatched. More importantly it seems clear to you that these strain type warp entities seem to operate differently in a key regard from the controllers that you've learned much more of. The controllers specifically pulled on the psychic capabilities of those they infected and transformed to grow their own power and capabilities and were stopped by the automated drones used to attack them. This being however clearly was easily capable of infecting inanimate and non-psychic beings and materials. Clearly something about this strain made it different in a very dangerous and important way, but you're not sure exactly how. Perhaps it was a conceptual difference? If beings of the warp operate by function of contrasting ideas a being of change would likely be more able than most to inhabit ever changing bodies, no?
corruption of reality itself
typings not typing's, typing in this case is a noun referring to a defined standard of a life-/thoughtform
As for physical measure, you figure out a fair amount comparing the data with some of your more anomalous sensor readings. You suspect that this entity works similarly to the described "controllers" of the research base. Being a creature of the warp it does not exist in realspace, and thus just as the controllers took over psykers, this entity took over the remains of your mind. Given the radically different medium it seems warp entities are not limited to organic life, a very important note in your mind. You're unsure if they can infect inactive or non-sapient machinery, as it is possible that you've been long infected by this creature, but only the activation of your systems inside let it reawaken as a proper entity and not a mere few lines of ruinous code. It is also possible that the virus and the entity are separate, as it is clear that in comparison to the scrap code it emitted the original virus was far superior and quite a bit more orderly. Still similar in the nonsensical origin and function you think, and likely warp based regardless.
measures not measure
emitted, the not emitted the
The conspiracy that PR-01 uncovered was frankly chilling to Leena. She certainly knew that not every member of her flock was a devoted humanitarian or more generally a good person, but what they had done could have killed them all, and was in direct violation of the very reasoning for one might be a Realmer. Their creed was one of universalism and peace, not an excuse for corruption or murder, and the very insinuation that they were going behind the backs of their entire crew and beliefs made her extremely angry. She did not let this anger guide her however, since the information PR-01 provided was exactly what she needed to right this wrong.
Over the year she spent the better part of every week secretly checking each and every member of her congregation for connections to the disappeared terrorist and for thoughts and beliefs that might have been connected to their creed. In the end, she unfortunately found quite a number of her flock who seemed to have adopted his creed, though with the aid of some other colonists and PR-01 themself, they were able to be held in custody once they were verified to be terrorists allies or followers.
Thankfully it didn't seem as if most of them were true believers of him just yet, and most were quite easily dissuaded off of his positions but what caused both her and the AI quite a bit of a fright was the fact that seemingly a fair few of his followers seemed to have completely different understandings of his identity. Very few actually knew him as the minor priest she had known for a few years. Most had instead known a variety of men, women and aliens of different sorts who through analysis seemed to have spoke with a universally gravelly tone, the one she knew to have belonged to him. Even more alarmingly it seems the different identities were being used to proselytize different variations of the Realmer scriptures, not just the somewhat erratic but more understandable sort that he had tried to push on her. While nearly every variation of the beliefs is different, they seem to revolve around four different divine figures that are syncretized to the beliefs of a number of the flocks gods and divine spirits. Seemingly, going back as far as she can with the investigation, they may very well have joined the flock years ago, before she had even led this branch of the movement. For whatever reason, between then and now the number of divine spirits they seem to be syncretizing increased from three to four. Perhaps whatever was summoned was the new spirit?
She had to do a lot of work detaining and trying to deradicalize the various sorts he had gotten into contact with, but she was largely successful. They will be kept under surveillance in case of a repeat of the previous incident but otherwise it seemed that the terrorists beliefs had not spread too far within the Realmers, nor had it been internalized too deeply. They had caught them early, in other words.
Using this as a piece for the investigation she found even more connections that she had previously missed and with some of the AI's sensor footage she was able to track down the last known location one of their seemingly shifting forms might have gone, this year. For now she put the bet on them currently residing in the orbitals above Vareena III, likely plotting some sort of operation, though for the life of her she couldn't figure out how this disguise worked. It may have been psychic, or perhaps some unknown biological technology.
for why one not for one
his not their, as Leena is still thinking of the Changeling as being the guise she knew, not the being he is
terrorist's not terrorists, as far as PR-01 and Leena are aware there is only one person they are looking for
positions, but not positions but
incident, but not incident but
terrorist's not terrorists
they not it
gone to this not gone, this
him not them, though I'm not sure about this one since this is Leena at the end of the investigation so she might have realized at this point that she doesn't know the identity of this person and is using a neutral them as an adjustment to that fact
Over this year you've spent a very long time interacting with Ceriox, and you've come to rather clearly understand why the man is so beloved by his crew. While he holds about as much physical charisma as a swaggering centipede-eel would to most humans, he seems to hold hundreds of small and big legends with the crew. While the vast riches they earned plying the freight lines was the most proud they were of themselves, much of which was spent either on their old fleet and crew, the greatest story seemed to date back to when he had only been a minor trader a decade or two fresh out of earth.
Years ago, before your infection, the Confederation and the Aeldari Empire had been at each others throats over a human world that had declared independence and who had somehow captured not only the captain, but also the family of one of the Eldars vast trade ships. This very nearly started the Second Human-Aeldari war, if it wasn't for the intervention of one Ceriox Z'azz. Parked in orbit of the planet as it made this ambitious combo of an attack on the Eldar and a secession from the confederation, he had his fleet confiscated from him and his alien crew taken away by the extremely xenophobic military of the planet. While he was hidden away by the human portion of his crew they supplied the planet with much needed resources while the few day deadline before the Eldar likely invaded the system approached rapidly. Their intrepid crew, brave beyond measure then smuggled him and whatever armed forces they could assemble into the planetary capital under the guise of supplying their now dictatorial ruler with luxury goods. Half of the crew would sacrifice themselves in an attack against the planet's dictator while the other half broke the alien crew and the Eldar out of the prison they were in. How exactly they did so varies from story to story but from what you can tell in your damaged archives it did seem to occur.
Ceriox seems to minimize his role in that story when he tells it to you personally, as the various Pro-Confederation forces on the planet had actually done a very significant portion of actual work making the event possible, but it seems he was still the main person that was rewarded for the daring rescue. Both the Eldar which he personally returned home to their Craftworld and the Confederal government, who had used the opportunity to butter up the Confederal trade consortium with glory over the incident had given him a fortune in rewards and opportunities. In his mind, it seems to be a tale of the importance of being in the right place at the right time and with the specific tools you need. Or nearly purely luck, as he jokes.
he not they
he was of himself not they were of themselves
either on his old fleet and crew, the not either on their old fleet and crew, the, also you are missing the other thing Ceriox spent his trading money on
Earth not earth
Eldars' not Eldars
the Confederation not the confederation
measure, then not measure then
of the actual not of actual
Eldar, which not Eldar which
Craftworld, and not Craftworld and
the Confederal Trade Consortium or a Confederal trade consortium not the Confederal trade consortium
incident, had not incident had
mind it not mind, it
He does seem to have a distinct dislike of religion and general cynicism towards most aspects of life, for whatever reason. You don't seem able to find out exactly why but the guesses the other crew makes seem to point towards his upbringing, before he had exited his larval stage.
why, but not why but
upbringing before not upbringing, before
AN: I'll be busy with my brothers birthday and some other work this week so I might be kinda slow with getting the event turn and turn 4 up. It should still all be done by next weekend at the very latest but I only have so much free time to write. Event turn will be separate this time and you'll get your first first choice in an event turn this week, as among other things including a dark eldar invasion you'll be selecting which potential Cantaran hero you'll be getting as your newest council member this turn because of that ceriox crit. Ceriox's traits are also being revealed.
Edit: added the capital spent for the ministry in effects. Also hot damn y'all got a lot of capital this turn.
brother's or brothers' not brothers
latest, but
doubled up word
Dark Eldar not dark eldar
Ceriox not ceriox
Capital not capital
Ministry not ministry
Capital not capital