Sure but I meant more out of the current solar system. Either it's going to be a struggle and a half, easy take over or somewhere in-between. Knowing warhammer, it's probably leaning towards the first option despite hoping tide doesn't immediately get into some shit with the inquisition or the adeptus astartes once the warp storm clears
The Galaxy is Flood, Not Food
- Thread starter Jackson Fox
- Start date
- Crossover Sci-Fi Horror
- Location
- Oklahoma
I think a large problem with 40k is that everyone thinks the warp is a universal power when there is nothing to support that idea, I am not saying the warp and all of its functions are weak but on the matter of scale the warp as we know it only reaches as far as the galaxy, hardly a universal spanning power when compared to the observable universe. So in that regard there is a very strong possibility of other esoteric powers that could exist in the wider universe.
Well it's 6am here good night everyone.
Neruz
Rogue Spiderbanana
- Location
- The Land of Fire and Poison
That would be because the Chaos Gods were asleep and Warp activity was at an all-time low, to the point that human psykers were barely being born at all.
By the time Slaanesh woke the other 3 up and caused daemonic activity to skyrocket, Malcador was already multiple-thousand years old.
The Warp exists outside the galaxy, it is universal. It's just that once you get far enough away from the galaxy into dark space you cannot see any 'landmarks' to navigate by and inevitably get lost.
But you can absolutely leave the galaxy in the Warp, just don't expect to ever be able to find your way back.
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Chapter 73 - Gleipnir
Day 110
Over three and a half months had passed since Tide had first… 'awoken' on Monstrum. Setting aside the rather… extensive amount of events that occurred within those first two months, for the moment at least, it seemed as though the system was no longer in danger. At least, no immediate danger.
He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. It would get here eventually, he was certain. However, while he had however long as respite, he needed to prepare as best he could for that times.
Preferably, by spreading to other worlds. Unfortunately, Slipspace was likely years out from being useable at best, possibly decades or even centuries at worst. He was fairly certain that it was possible, Sathar's initial inquiries had been promising, but until then he didn't have a safe FTL method.
Instead, he had the Warp. Well, not even that at the moment. He wasn't about to trust the Warp Drives on any of the Space Hulk vessels to not just immediately dump everything he sent through them into the worst place imaginable. The Embrace of Audacity was the only one relatively intact, but even that had been heavily damaged by the daemon's occupancy and subsequent… eviction.
He'd asked the tech-priests to deal with that, something they were taking to with gusto. From what he could tell, the Embrace was an ancient human vessel, certainly older than the Imperium, but its design was… rugged, for lack of a better term. From the descriptions of other ancient human vessels, he'd have expected something like a shining silver vessel, almost like a Star Road in appearance if not in function, with complicated technologies beyond what even the most advanced of Tech-Priests could understand.
The Embrace… wasn't that. It was still more advanced than most of the Imperium's vessels from what the knowledge of the Tech-Priests told him, but it wasn't that much more advanced. That still meant it was his best bet at reaching other systems that were outside the range of his Keymind's control. From his best guess, he suspected it would have been considered an ancient vessel even in the days of the Dark Age of Technology, when the Men of Iron had first risen. What surviving documents aboard the ship all but confirmed this. He'd have preferred to ask the AI themself, but they remained turtled up within their little computer core.
However, in honesty, that could very much be even better for him. Trying to reverse engineer what was essentially the equivalent of a nuclear warhead with a tech-base that had only recently come to understand firearms would have been difficult. By comparison, understanding a gatling gun was relatively easier and his tech-priests had already made several major discoveries. Most were unusable for warfare, but that was fine. Hyper focusing on what could be helpful in warfare would only be harmful in the long term, as it would cause an overall lag in other fields of science. Rediscovering even the basic knowledge of ancient humanity would be helpful for all sorts of reasons.
Furthermore, what had caught his interest the most was the purpose of the Embrace. It wasn't a warship, despite the powerful weapons it had possessed. It wasn't a pure exploration vessel either, meant to roam the stars and return.
It was a factory ship, intended to harvest raw resources, refine them, and then produce… well, virtually anything. From what the surviving records indicated, it was likely intended to work in tandem with colony vessels, as a means of setting up new worlds with a functional tech-base, something that could be considered a luxury for humans in the modern galaxy.
He'd asked the tech-priests to focus on repairing the factories first and foremost. He'd need a powerful industrial base if he was going to survive long enough in this galaxy to eat the gods and anyone else who might want to follow in their example. While he doubted this factory ship would provide what was needed, it could certainly help him build it.
Speaking of industry, a constituent part of Tide's mind turned additional focus towards the moons in the nearby star system he had come to inhabit. Its current occupants: himself, a growing moon's worth of life, one disgruntled and confused Space Marine, and one even less pleased member of the Dark Mechanicum. He was still waiting on those two to chance an encounter. It would be… interesting, he suspected. Two tools of 'greater' beings meeting one another.
His focus, for the most part at least, was not dedicated to the moon he had begun to grow new kinds of life upon. He really needed to choose a name for it and the system… He dedicated a portion of biomass towards considering ideas and contacting those who knew him who might have suggestions.
Instead, the bulk of his focus was on the other moons of the gas giant, the ones that were unsuitable for life, but more than suitable for industrial exploitation. His initial colonization efforts there had been largely dedicated towards surveying the moons for areas of interest. The bulk of his industrial power remained on Monstrum, but he hoped to build it up upon these moons as well. While he currently had three hives emptied of all life save a trio of blanks, and could technically use all the inhabited hives to produce whatever he wished simply by using the factories that weren't known to have been reclaimed by him and repaired to the local Administratum, he would ultimately have been limiting himself.
In truth, he wanted… to distance himself from Monstrum. He wasn't willing to abandon it, of course, he would always protect its people however he could, but his activities weren't exactly subtle. While he could ensure no one infected by him was aware of his actions simply by making them blind to them, rendering his bioforms invisible to all senses as he usually did, anyone outside that control would see him quite easily. Ahsael's actions in destroying Dolus had been taken in response to dealing with Tide, an unknown threat. While Tide knew he wasn't responsible for the actions of others… He could have been more aware of the possibility of Ahsael's threat. Sorcery and psyker powers were a blind spot for him. For whatever reason, the techniques of the Sisters of Battle and the Mechanicus Priests that they used when 'blessing' artifacts and even people made them… not immune, but more resistant to Chaos. He suspected it was caused by their faith, as mimicking their actions down to the cellular level did not allow him to recreate the effects.
Faith had power in this galaxy. Belief did, in any case. In the case of the Orks, it was easy to perceive for him, as it was born from their gestalt mind. Its growth as he fed it raw Warp energy resulted in the growth of the Orks, made them smarter, faster, stronger. In the case of humans, however, it wasn't as easy to perceive. They lacked a gestalt mind, but the power of their faith was something he knew existed. Probably, anyways.
The God-Emperor's continued stalemate with the Chaos Gods was evidence of that.
Tide was not blind. He knew that the faith of Seritta and Vidriov and the rest of them, he knew it would have consequences. He couldn't be sure what consequences those would be. If some kind of Warp-Entity that believed itself to be him began to form, he wasn't sure what he would do. Probably eat it if it was a threat, ignore it if it wasn't, assuming he was ever able to even find it.
However, if something else happened, if he got some kind of boost in power because of their faith, that could be useful, though it'd likely come with its own set of caveats and drawbacks. Everything in this galaxy seemed to.
Of course, there was always the option of stopping them from worshipping him. Or anyone else for that matter. No religion, no faith, only science and rationality and reason.
Because that had worked out so well in the past.
Tide turned that fraction of his attention away from those thoughts. Thinking about the similarities between himself and a certain gold-plated human always gave him a feeling of foreboding.
He'd known almost since he'd awoken in this galaxy that he'd not be able to operate openly as the Flood at all times. The puppet soldiers he'd used had taken him far, but even if the Imperium was a hellish bureaucratic nightmare, it hadn't survived the last ten thousand years by being stupid.
Well, not that stupid.
The point was, he couldn't rely on simply pretending to be humans when the time came to venture out into the wider galaxy. He'd gotten a good start with the creation of the Sangheili puppets and a few of the other Covenant species, but that wasn't far enough. The technology they used was still recognizably human-based.
Tide imagined a force similar to the Tau Empire, freeing worlds and defending them, albeit without the Ethereals or even a government structure controlling said worlds. Something unique in this galaxy.
Hence his current projects.
His attention returned to Monstrum, entering a number of different warehouses simultaneously as he looked over what dozens of tech-priests, all wearing new red robes with the Cog Mechanicum infested by vines, worked on a myriad of machines crossed with carefully constructed Flood biomass.
The infantry was of primary interest. Tide had grown quite fond of swarm tactics, but utilizing waves of human-looking puppets would be a poor example to set for others. Instead, he already had one that would not only be more effective than a human puppet, but cheaper as well. He had already created primitive MOA bioforms for use in clearing out the Space Hulk, but those had essentially just been Flood forms with roughly shaped armor attached to them.
The new unit he created would be less obviously organic. It had carefully shaped armor plates that would fit together, much like plate mail, over the organic components. The 'head' of the unit would possess small sensors, both electronic and organic, though the latter would not be obviously alive in appearance. Mounted atop that head would be the weapon hardpoint, capable of fitting both autogun and lasgun. The small 'backpack' would contain the ammunition, including hollow point slugs filled with Flood spores for infection.
He dubbed it the Ejector Mobile Unit. The EMU for short.
The Scourge of Australia.
The Flood-Tech puppets he had created based off the Covenant races, the Sangheili Ranger, the Jiralhanae Fighter, the Kigyar Rogue, and the Lekgolo Barbarian, all had proven themselves quite capable. Each would be receiving a general upgrade in the capability and quality of their armor and weapons, but their general purpose would remain the same.
However, these units were not the infantry he was most interested in. Vidriov had outdone himself and produced not one new suit of Power Armor… but three.
Vidriov let out a burst of binaric that amounted to laughter for a Tech-Priest. Rather than his borrowed puppet form, he had instead chosen to come in person for this event. The initial Anchorage-pattern armor had been a success, but largely due to the fact that it had worked at all. Ever since their return from the Freezing Wastes, he had been studying the data readouts of each Power Frame, as well as taking the testimony of those who had fought in them. Well, Tide had compiled all that information for him, but Vidriov had been the one to use it.
The design was excellent, but Tide had told him it could be improved upon, as all things could be. Vidriov was more than pleased to continue the work. The power frames, beyond just being capable suits dedicated to the work of his Machine God, might very well lead to new innovations that could even surpass Astartes armor in utility and capability. Indeed, they had already given him inspiration in the next iteration of his first project under Tide.
And, in this case, he felt as though he had excelled himself. While Sathar was busy with operating on Project Slipspace, Tide had asked them both to take breaks from their work to allow their minds to rest. Vidriov had agreed, of course, but Tide had not said that he could not use his 'rest' time to work on other projects and the same was true of Sathar. So, both of them had found the time to work with one another, in addition to their usual debates, and Sathar's critiques and suggestions had been as useful as the Power Frames in granting Vidriov revelations.
Tide was already watching, but it seemed that his Machine God's chosen had decided to match Vidriov's own respect for the event. Stepping out of a cocoon crafted from the living starlight that still baffled Vidriov's sensors even after extensive fine-tuning, this iteration of Tide's commonly used wood-man form was smaller than the others, about the size of a regular human if one discounted the crown of leaves. He stepped forward, nodding in greeting, receiving several bows from the various gathered Tech-Priests present for the event, including Vidriov himself.
"Shall we begin?" Tide asked, a smile in his voice even if his face lacked lips.
"As you wish," Vidriov said, both in low Gothic and in binaric, barely able to contain his excitement. He skittered forward on many legs towards the first tarp-covered armor, one of three. "The power frame itself has undergone some slightly upgrades in servo strength, power generation, and nerve connectivity, but that is not what we are here for today. Instead, I give you the first of the two new and improved designs for the armor fittings!"
It was needlessly dramatic, but Tide had been more than happy to play along. At Vidriov's 'command', one of the tendrils that hung from the ceiling like vines reached down and pulled away the tarp covering the first suit.
"The Phalanx-pattern!" Vidriov announced to a round of applause from Tide and the others. The suit was already fitted to a Power Frame and was similar in appearance to the first, albeit bulkier, with heavier armor and additional mechanisms holding the joints together to further increase the overall strength. "It possesses improved strength and durability over the Anchorage-pattern, with only a slight reduction in speed and versatility! Training Unit, if you would?"
The so-named Training Unit that was essentially just a Flood Puppet in a Sister of Battle suit of Power Armor burst into motion from the other side of the room. It sprinted towards the suit of armor and leapt up to lash out with a roundhouse kick that would have crumpled plasteel armor easily, only for it to be blocked almost effortlessly by the Phalanx-pattern's outstretched hands, the force of the blow travelling into the rockrete below it.
There was further clapping, but Vidriov was already gesturing to the next tarp.
"Next, to fulfill the need for a speedier combatant, the lighter Maniple-pattern!" Vidriov announced. What was revealed was a larger change from the Anchorage-pattern, being slightly smaller and with a differently shaped helmet that possessed a number of blister-like sensor bulbs integrated next to the eye lenses. "It is the reverse of the Phalanx-pattern, being faster and lighter, but relatively less durable and weaker. Even still, it is capable of carrying this!"
With that, the Maniple-pattern reached around to its back, drawing a large rifle that looked quite similar to a Vindicare's Exitus Rifle, albeit larger and with an oddly shaped stock designed to fit snugly against the unusual armor plating of the armor's shoulder. The armored puppet took aim at a previously set up target, three slabs of rockrete, each one around a quarter of a meter thick, and fired.
The first shot was a lance of energy and it slammed into the rockrete slab and exploded a huge chunk, causing the slab to crumble. The second shot was a ballistic slug, which burrowed through the second rockrete slab and chipped the material of the third, the force of the strike causing the second slab to fall over with a loud THUD. Finally, the third shot was a bolt round that punched through the last slab and exploded outwards with violent force.
"Both patterns also come with the option for attached flamers, grenade launchers, mortars, jump packs, lightning claws, plasma weapons, melta weapons, and shield generators," Vidriov said, listing the words off so quickly they nearly melded together into one. His eagerness to move on could barely be contained as he stepped over to the third and final tarp himself.
He turned to face them all, taking a final moment to slow down.
"Now, many of you know the Faux-Mjolnir Project had… hit something of a snag with the limitations of our power generation," Vidriov said, gesturing as the crimson Spartan armor stepped forward, its silver visor sweeping across the gathered audience. "Without a miniaturized power source, we would be forced to rely on the power packs of standard power armors. The internal fusion batteries of the Power Frames, while capable of running more advanced armors, were drained too fast to provide for longevity. We overcame this for the prototype by utilizing a donated piece of archaeotech, but our studies in producing our own miniature reactors for the use in power armor were fruitless…"
Vidriov reached into his robes and produced a small, slab-shaped item that gleamed with several lights.
"Until we were given the ability to take apart the Embrace of Audacity's auxiliary power cores," he said, and even his machine-like tone could not hide the excitement he felt. He scuttled around behind the tarp-covered design, flipping up the back and carefully fitting the system into place in a slot on the back that sealed armored plates up around it. Then, he scurried back around, one of his larger mechadendrites reaching up to grab the top of the tarp. "I give you, not a new iteration of Faux-Mjolnir, but a design inspired by the Machine God's own unfathomable mind!
"The Gleipnir Mark One!"
Over three and a half months had passed since Tide had first… 'awoken' on Monstrum. Setting aside the rather… extensive amount of events that occurred within those first two months, for the moment at least, it seemed as though the system was no longer in danger. At least, no immediate danger.
He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. It would get here eventually, he was certain. However, while he had however long as respite, he needed to prepare as best he could for that times.
Preferably, by spreading to other worlds. Unfortunately, Slipspace was likely years out from being useable at best, possibly decades or even centuries at worst. He was fairly certain that it was possible, Sathar's initial inquiries had been promising, but until then he didn't have a safe FTL method.
Instead, he had the Warp. Well, not even that at the moment. He wasn't about to trust the Warp Drives on any of the Space Hulk vessels to not just immediately dump everything he sent through them into the worst place imaginable. The Embrace of Audacity was the only one relatively intact, but even that had been heavily damaged by the daemon's occupancy and subsequent… eviction.
He'd asked the tech-priests to deal with that, something they were taking to with gusto. From what he could tell, the Embrace was an ancient human vessel, certainly older than the Imperium, but its design was… rugged, for lack of a better term. From the descriptions of other ancient human vessels, he'd have expected something like a shining silver vessel, almost like a Star Road in appearance if not in function, with complicated technologies beyond what even the most advanced of Tech-Priests could understand.
The Embrace… wasn't that. It was still more advanced than most of the Imperium's vessels from what the knowledge of the Tech-Priests told him, but it wasn't that much more advanced. That still meant it was his best bet at reaching other systems that were outside the range of his Keymind's control. From his best guess, he suspected it would have been considered an ancient vessel even in the days of the Dark Age of Technology, when the Men of Iron had first risen. What surviving documents aboard the ship all but confirmed this. He'd have preferred to ask the AI themself, but they remained turtled up within their little computer core.
However, in honesty, that could very much be even better for him. Trying to reverse engineer what was essentially the equivalent of a nuclear warhead with a tech-base that had only recently come to understand firearms would have been difficult. By comparison, understanding a gatling gun was relatively easier and his tech-priests had already made several major discoveries. Most were unusable for warfare, but that was fine. Hyper focusing on what could be helpful in warfare would only be harmful in the long term, as it would cause an overall lag in other fields of science. Rediscovering even the basic knowledge of ancient humanity would be helpful for all sorts of reasons.
Furthermore, what had caught his interest the most was the purpose of the Embrace. It wasn't a warship, despite the powerful weapons it had possessed. It wasn't a pure exploration vessel either, meant to roam the stars and return.
It was a factory ship, intended to harvest raw resources, refine them, and then produce… well, virtually anything. From what the surviving records indicated, it was likely intended to work in tandem with colony vessels, as a means of setting up new worlds with a functional tech-base, something that could be considered a luxury for humans in the modern galaxy.
He'd asked the tech-priests to focus on repairing the factories first and foremost. He'd need a powerful industrial base if he was going to survive long enough in this galaxy to eat the gods and anyone else who might want to follow in their example. While he doubted this factory ship would provide what was needed, it could certainly help him build it.
Speaking of industry, a constituent part of Tide's mind turned additional focus towards the moons in the nearby star system he had come to inhabit. Its current occupants: himself, a growing moon's worth of life, one disgruntled and confused Space Marine, and one even less pleased member of the Dark Mechanicum. He was still waiting on those two to chance an encounter. It would be… interesting, he suspected. Two tools of 'greater' beings meeting one another.
His focus, for the most part at least, was not dedicated to the moon he had begun to grow new kinds of life upon. He really needed to choose a name for it and the system… He dedicated a portion of biomass towards considering ideas and contacting those who knew him who might have suggestions.
Instead, the bulk of his focus was on the other moons of the gas giant, the ones that were unsuitable for life, but more than suitable for industrial exploitation. His initial colonization efforts there had been largely dedicated towards surveying the moons for areas of interest. The bulk of his industrial power remained on Monstrum, but he hoped to build it up upon these moons as well. While he currently had three hives emptied of all life save a trio of blanks, and could technically use all the inhabited hives to produce whatever he wished simply by using the factories that weren't known to have been reclaimed by him and repaired to the local Administratum, he would ultimately have been limiting himself.
In truth, he wanted… to distance himself from Monstrum. He wasn't willing to abandon it, of course, he would always protect its people however he could, but his activities weren't exactly subtle. While he could ensure no one infected by him was aware of his actions simply by making them blind to them, rendering his bioforms invisible to all senses as he usually did, anyone outside that control would see him quite easily. Ahsael's actions in destroying Dolus had been taken in response to dealing with Tide, an unknown threat. While Tide knew he wasn't responsible for the actions of others… He could have been more aware of the possibility of Ahsael's threat. Sorcery and psyker powers were a blind spot for him. For whatever reason, the techniques of the Sisters of Battle and the Mechanicus Priests that they used when 'blessing' artifacts and even people made them… not immune, but more resistant to Chaos. He suspected it was caused by their faith, as mimicking their actions down to the cellular level did not allow him to recreate the effects.
Faith had power in this galaxy. Belief did, in any case. In the case of the Orks, it was easy to perceive for him, as it was born from their gestalt mind. Its growth as he fed it raw Warp energy resulted in the growth of the Orks, made them smarter, faster, stronger. In the case of humans, however, it wasn't as easy to perceive. They lacked a gestalt mind, but the power of their faith was something he knew existed. Probably, anyways.
The God-Emperor's continued stalemate with the Chaos Gods was evidence of that.
Tide was not blind. He knew that the faith of Seritta and Vidriov and the rest of them, he knew it would have consequences. He couldn't be sure what consequences those would be. If some kind of Warp-Entity that believed itself to be him began to form, he wasn't sure what he would do. Probably eat it if it was a threat, ignore it if it wasn't, assuming he was ever able to even find it.
However, if something else happened, if he got some kind of boost in power because of their faith, that could be useful, though it'd likely come with its own set of caveats and drawbacks. Everything in this galaxy seemed to.
Of course, there was always the option of stopping them from worshipping him. Or anyone else for that matter. No religion, no faith, only science and rationality and reason.
Because that had worked out so well in the past.
Tide turned that fraction of his attention away from those thoughts. Thinking about the similarities between himself and a certain gold-plated human always gave him a feeling of foreboding.
He'd known almost since he'd awoken in this galaxy that he'd not be able to operate openly as the Flood at all times. The puppet soldiers he'd used had taken him far, but even if the Imperium was a hellish bureaucratic nightmare, it hadn't survived the last ten thousand years by being stupid.
Well, not that stupid.
The point was, he couldn't rely on simply pretending to be humans when the time came to venture out into the wider galaxy. He'd gotten a good start with the creation of the Sangheili puppets and a few of the other Covenant species, but that wasn't far enough. The technology they used was still recognizably human-based.
Tide imagined a force similar to the Tau Empire, freeing worlds and defending them, albeit without the Ethereals or even a government structure controlling said worlds. Something unique in this galaxy.
Hence his current projects.
His attention returned to Monstrum, entering a number of different warehouses simultaneously as he looked over what dozens of tech-priests, all wearing new red robes with the Cog Mechanicum infested by vines, worked on a myriad of machines crossed with carefully constructed Flood biomass.
The infantry was of primary interest. Tide had grown quite fond of swarm tactics, but utilizing waves of human-looking puppets would be a poor example to set for others. Instead, he already had one that would not only be more effective than a human puppet, but cheaper as well. He had already created primitive MOA bioforms for use in clearing out the Space Hulk, but those had essentially just been Flood forms with roughly shaped armor attached to them.
The new unit he created would be less obviously organic. It had carefully shaped armor plates that would fit together, much like plate mail, over the organic components. The 'head' of the unit would possess small sensors, both electronic and organic, though the latter would not be obviously alive in appearance. Mounted atop that head would be the weapon hardpoint, capable of fitting both autogun and lasgun. The small 'backpack' would contain the ammunition, including hollow point slugs filled with Flood spores for infection.
He dubbed it the Ejector Mobile Unit. The EMU for short.
The Scourge of Australia.
The Flood-Tech puppets he had created based off the Covenant races, the Sangheili Ranger, the Jiralhanae Fighter, the Kigyar Rogue, and the Lekgolo Barbarian, all had proven themselves quite capable. Each would be receiving a general upgrade in the capability and quality of their armor and weapons, but their general purpose would remain the same.
However, these units were not the infantry he was most interested in. Vidriov had outdone himself and produced not one new suit of Power Armor… but three.
Vidriov let out a burst of binaric that amounted to laughter for a Tech-Priest. Rather than his borrowed puppet form, he had instead chosen to come in person for this event. The initial Anchorage-pattern armor had been a success, but largely due to the fact that it had worked at all. Ever since their return from the Freezing Wastes, he had been studying the data readouts of each Power Frame, as well as taking the testimony of those who had fought in them. Well, Tide had compiled all that information for him, but Vidriov had been the one to use it.
The design was excellent, but Tide had told him it could be improved upon, as all things could be. Vidriov was more than pleased to continue the work. The power frames, beyond just being capable suits dedicated to the work of his Machine God, might very well lead to new innovations that could even surpass Astartes armor in utility and capability. Indeed, they had already given him inspiration in the next iteration of his first project under Tide.
And, in this case, he felt as though he had excelled himself. While Sathar was busy with operating on Project Slipspace, Tide had asked them both to take breaks from their work to allow their minds to rest. Vidriov had agreed, of course, but Tide had not said that he could not use his 'rest' time to work on other projects and the same was true of Sathar. So, both of them had found the time to work with one another, in addition to their usual debates, and Sathar's critiques and suggestions had been as useful as the Power Frames in granting Vidriov revelations.
Tide was already watching, but it seemed that his Machine God's chosen had decided to match Vidriov's own respect for the event. Stepping out of a cocoon crafted from the living starlight that still baffled Vidriov's sensors even after extensive fine-tuning, this iteration of Tide's commonly used wood-man form was smaller than the others, about the size of a regular human if one discounted the crown of leaves. He stepped forward, nodding in greeting, receiving several bows from the various gathered Tech-Priests present for the event, including Vidriov himself.
"Shall we begin?" Tide asked, a smile in his voice even if his face lacked lips.
"As you wish," Vidriov said, both in low Gothic and in binaric, barely able to contain his excitement. He skittered forward on many legs towards the first tarp-covered armor, one of three. "The power frame itself has undergone some slightly upgrades in servo strength, power generation, and nerve connectivity, but that is not what we are here for today. Instead, I give you the first of the two new and improved designs for the armor fittings!"
It was needlessly dramatic, but Tide had been more than happy to play along. At Vidriov's 'command', one of the tendrils that hung from the ceiling like vines reached down and pulled away the tarp covering the first suit.
"The Phalanx-pattern!" Vidriov announced to a round of applause from Tide and the others. The suit was already fitted to a Power Frame and was similar in appearance to the first, albeit bulkier, with heavier armor and additional mechanisms holding the joints together to further increase the overall strength. "It possesses improved strength and durability over the Anchorage-pattern, with only a slight reduction in speed and versatility! Training Unit, if you would?"
The so-named Training Unit that was essentially just a Flood Puppet in a Sister of Battle suit of Power Armor burst into motion from the other side of the room. It sprinted towards the suit of armor and leapt up to lash out with a roundhouse kick that would have crumpled plasteel armor easily, only for it to be blocked almost effortlessly by the Phalanx-pattern's outstretched hands, the force of the blow travelling into the rockrete below it.
There was further clapping, but Vidriov was already gesturing to the next tarp.
"Next, to fulfill the need for a speedier combatant, the lighter Maniple-pattern!" Vidriov announced. What was revealed was a larger change from the Anchorage-pattern, being slightly smaller and with a differently shaped helmet that possessed a number of blister-like sensor bulbs integrated next to the eye lenses. "It is the reverse of the Phalanx-pattern, being faster and lighter, but relatively less durable and weaker. Even still, it is capable of carrying this!"
With that, the Maniple-pattern reached around to its back, drawing a large rifle that looked quite similar to a Vindicare's Exitus Rifle, albeit larger and with an oddly shaped stock designed to fit snugly against the unusual armor plating of the armor's shoulder. The armored puppet took aim at a previously set up target, three slabs of rockrete, each one around a quarter of a meter thick, and fired.
The first shot was a lance of energy and it slammed into the rockrete slab and exploded a huge chunk, causing the slab to crumble. The second shot was a ballistic slug, which burrowed through the second rockrete slab and chipped the material of the third, the force of the strike causing the second slab to fall over with a loud THUD. Finally, the third shot was a bolt round that punched through the last slab and exploded outwards with violent force.
"Both patterns also come with the option for attached flamers, grenade launchers, mortars, jump packs, lightning claws, plasma weapons, melta weapons, and shield generators," Vidriov said, listing the words off so quickly they nearly melded together into one. His eagerness to move on could barely be contained as he stepped over to the third and final tarp himself.
He turned to face them all, taking a final moment to slow down.
"Now, many of you know the Faux-Mjolnir Project had… hit something of a snag with the limitations of our power generation," Vidriov said, gesturing as the crimson Spartan armor stepped forward, its silver visor sweeping across the gathered audience. "Without a miniaturized power source, we would be forced to rely on the power packs of standard power armors. The internal fusion batteries of the Power Frames, while capable of running more advanced armors, were drained too fast to provide for longevity. We overcame this for the prototype by utilizing a donated piece of archaeotech, but our studies in producing our own miniature reactors for the use in power armor were fruitless…"
Vidriov reached into his robes and produced a small, slab-shaped item that gleamed with several lights.
"Until we were given the ability to take apart the Embrace of Audacity's auxiliary power cores," he said, and even his machine-like tone could not hide the excitement he felt. He scuttled around behind the tarp-covered design, flipping up the back and carefully fitting the system into place in a slot on the back that sealed armored plates up around it. Then, he scurried back around, one of his larger mechadendrites reaching up to grab the top of the tarp. "I give you, not a new iteration of Faux-Mjolnir, but a design inspired by the Machine God's own unfathomable mind!
"The Gleipnir Mark One!"
What the heck is a Gleipnir? Is it an actual thing or just an abomination of language?
Yeah about that....
At least you know
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
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Gleipnir is the rope made of impossible things that binds Fenrir until Ragnarok.
DocMatoi
Theoretical Lover of Girls
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- within 2 hours of the White House
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in the modern understanding of the norse myth of ragnarok, the Great Wolf fenrir is bound by a magic chain called gleipnir until he is released, which begins the end of the world
Annnnnd cliff hanger
Fine, keep your secrets! Power Armor is lame anyway!
Though so far it seems like it's different than the standard Halo PA and even the Anchorage Pattern suits given how Vidriov is hyping this suit up x
Anyone have any ideas of what PA Tide and co have inadvertently borrowed this time? Hint is that it requires a lot more Power than the other suits.
(Though it could just be the start of the X-01 suits from Fallout).
Fine, keep your secrets! Power Armor is lame anyway!
Though so far it seems like it's different than the standard Halo PA and even the Anchorage Pattern suits given how Vidriov is hyping this suit up x
Anyone have any ideas of what PA Tide and co have inadvertently borrowed this time? Hint is that it requires a lot more Power than the other suits.
(Though it could just be the start of the X-01 suits from Fallout).
google says its the name of the binding the holds the wolf Fenrir from norse mythology
Gleipnir is indeed the name of the impossible rope that binds the demon wolf Fenrir. My original idea was to have the name be Tyrfing, which is a cursed sword that is said to never miss, rather fitting for a knock-off Spartan, but that sword is also said to force the wielder to commit three evil deeds and that would have foreshadowing that would likely never be paid off. Gleipnir overall just fits Tide's whole vibe better while retaining the Norse artificat naming scheme of Mjolnir.
Have we ever looked what was sealed in the middle of that ork space hulk. I don't remember if we did.
Yes, it was the Embrace of Audacity.
….. Emus…. NOOOO GOD NOOO WHATN HAVE YOY DONE!?!?VG GHTTHTMRDXRTJYF
Note: I am Australian
Anyway, the Phalanx and Maniple using the same basic Fallout power armour frame as the Anchorage showcases how versatile the frame concept is. Would it be possible to mix and match the armour components? For instance a mostly Phalanx suit but using a Maniple helmet for the (presumably) better sensors and optics?
Obviously none of the suits would be able to mount all of these at once, though it would depend on where these are mounted on the suit. I'm guessing the mention of plasma weapons, melta weapons and flamers is referring to variants that require backpacks or some sort of additional systems to function?
I can imagine the heavier attachments working similarly to how things work in Helldivers 2. So you could fit a jump pack or a shield generator (if it's big enough to be back mounted) but not both.
I dunno how a mortar attachment would work, maybe similar to sentry bots? Or perhaps it's a carry mount for a standard infantry mortar so a mortar team could more effectively manoeuvre and defend themselves?
If the mortar mount doesn't fully take up the back, you could put a jump pack on with the mortar to the side, allowing for clever manoeuvring.
Though moving on from combat applications, I am wondering when there'll be a more civilian (or non-combat) suit using the frame. Such as mounting additional servos, hydraulics, etc instead of armour to allow the frame to handle heavier loads. It'd be useful in civilian applications and in the military in logistics/engineering roles.
Gleipnir? What's that?
I do like the classical naming scheme you're going with for the power armou suits, basing them off of battle tactics/ formations. I assume the names are from the suits's basic attributes and their presumed roles in combat? Using other Roman names, tools, weapons, etc for names would be cool too.
Here's a really good video about the various main Roman battle tactics/formations/doctrines, I hope it provides some good insight and inspiration.
On a side note I'd highly suggest you check out the Halo + Mass Effect fanfic On The Illusion of Might (it's on Fanfiction.net) as I think it has a very good portrayal of the various Covenant species, plus it's well written in general.
Note: I am Australian
Anyway, the Phalanx and Maniple using the same basic Fallout power armour frame as the Anchorage showcases how versatile the frame concept is. Would it be possible to mix and match the armour components? For instance a mostly Phalanx suit but using a Maniple helmet for the (presumably) better sensors and optics?
Obviously none of the suits would be able to mount all of these at once, though it would depend on where these are mounted on the suit. I'm guessing the mention of plasma weapons, melta weapons and flamers is referring to variants that require backpacks or some sort of additional systems to function?
I can imagine the heavier attachments working similarly to how things work in Helldivers 2. So you could fit a jump pack or a shield generator (if it's big enough to be back mounted) but not both.
I dunno how a mortar attachment would work, maybe similar to sentry bots? Or perhaps it's a carry mount for a standard infantry mortar so a mortar team could more effectively manoeuvre and defend themselves?
If the mortar mount doesn't fully take up the back, you could put a jump pack on with the mortar to the side, allowing for clever manoeuvring.
Though moving on from combat applications, I am wondering when there'll be a more civilian (or non-combat) suit using the frame. Such as mounting additional servos, hydraulics, etc instead of armour to allow the frame to handle heavier loads. It'd be useful in civilian applications and in the military in logistics/engineering roles.
Gleipnir? What's that?
I do like the classical naming scheme you're going with for the power armou suits, basing them off of battle tactics/ formations. I assume the names are from the suits's basic attributes and their presumed roles in combat? Using other Roman names, tools, weapons, etc for names would be cool too.
Here's a really good video about the various main Roman battle tactics/formations/doctrines, I hope it provides some good insight and inspiration.
On a side note I'd highly suggest you check out the Halo + Mass Effect fanfic On The Illusion of Might (it's on Fanfiction.net) as I think it has a very good portrayal of the various Covenant species, plus it's well written in general.
DocMatoi
Theoretical Lover of Girls
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- within 2 hours of the White House
- Pronouns
- They/Them
yes, the whole of chapter 70 was about that
Gleipnir — Вікіпедія
well, I think it will look a lot more like a Spartan, than a Fury, but...
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...that sounds like an omake concept if I've ever heard one. Unfortunately, I've never read the Manga.Some say its North rope, but until stated otherwise, this is my headcanon now.Gleipnir — Вікіпедія
uk.wikipedia.org
well, I think it will look a lot more like a Spartan, than a Fury, but...
It's the name of the rope in that Fenris is tied up by till Ragnarok
yacov
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I am not sure if this is torture for these two.
There's Uirus who on one hand could use some downtime after being done with everything. On the other, he spent a large amount of time as a Tzeentch follower, so all this peace and nothing happened must be setting him on edge something fierce waiting for the other shoe to drop.
For the Dark Mechanicum this is pure hell. No blessed machines, no Noosphere or Motvie Force. Even the Warp is unusually desolate. The Priest is totally alone with nothing to occupy their mind. The boredom and lack of progress must be driving them insane.
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questioningmeme
Just be yourself
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- River of Light
Gleipnir.
Finally, the Fallout/Warhammer/Halo combined PA is here.
Though is this the super soldier variant (i.e Halo PA) or the mass produced variant (Fallout PA)?
Finally, the Fallout/Warhammer/Halo combined PA is here.
Though is this the super soldier variant (i.e Halo PA) or the mass produced variant (Fallout PA)?
You're bringing in one of the two birds a country declared war against and lost to 40k.
Eh, 40k is bullshit enough that they might be a faction that might be able to win. I am sure the Catachanians appreciate birds from Proto-Catachan.
This is essentially Tide's equivalent to 40k power armor.
Waitwaitwait...
There are two?
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- He/Him
During the Great Leap Forward Mao declared that the common sparrow was a pest that needed to be eradicated because supposedly they ate too much of the grain in the fields. Which resulted in a massive famine because the sparrows ate more bugs than they did grain. At the end of it, the sparrows were still around, and hundreds of thousands of people were dead.
@Eniotna, was I on the mark?
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questioningmeme
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- River of Light
Wasn't it millions?