Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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I don't think we will find anything, to quote you @durin the thing is like "giving a lightsaber to a Roman weaponsmith and telling him to improve his swords."
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The Long Night Part One: Embers in the Dusk: A Planetary Governor Quest (43k) Complete Sequel Up
- Thread starter Durin
- Start date
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- Philippines
Well I would assume it is sort of like at the very end of a tech tree and that we need to move up that tech tree to eventually research it that is mostly why I wanted the branch university at the spine because it would allow warp item research and development I would assume that the Black crystal items is probably the warp item tech tree equivalent to anti-matter you know because it harms the warp on contact
- Location
- Alice Springs, Australia
it is so far up the tech tree you are not sure what tech tree it is up
- Location
- USA NYC
Wait alpha plus is for the emperor level stuff that is when you are off the scale completely. It is far more likely to get a alpha which while still pants shitting powerful is not the absolute monster of pure concreted rape a Alpha plus is.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
Can we find the roots of the tree?
Yes.
Alpha Plus however is simply anything which is beyond Alpha which includes the emperor at the extreme end of the spectrum.
The Deep Ones count as Low Alpha Plus and their primary method of engagement was bending space and mind controlling demons.
- Location
- Germany
To be fair, Alpha Plus is either badly defined or very broad. There is Emperor-level, which means he doesn't want to kill you or you're dead, no other options.
But for example Magnus is often also counted as Alpha Plus and he could, as a human, "only" battle about two Warlord-sized Titans at once. Which is city-destroying but possible to solve by bringing extreme amounts of firepower to the fight.
Doomed Wombat
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- Dancing on wires!
Again to be fair he probably could have just turned them into a ball, but he wanted to show off.
After all according to its description a Beta has enough fire power to match a Titan.
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- USA NYC
You know we should study that. I have no idea how the fuck we could do it but if we could it would be very useful if we can figure out how their powers work. It just runs into the slight issue of you know studying cthulhu.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
We are not poking Cuthulu, but to humor you.
@durin optimistically what would happen were we to poke a Deep One, assuming we knew where one was and were not eaten on the way down to prod it?
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- Alice Springs, Australia
likely it would wake up, kill whoever poked it grab a snack and go back to sleep, or possibly kill every human in the vicinity in a fit of rage
- Location
- Germany
Around the beginning of the Thousand Sons HH-novel he fought two Titans. Crumping one took enough out of him that he was helpless to the other one and might have died without his legion taking the rest of the fight.
We see this from Ahrimans perspective, so it seems like somebody with knowledge about psykers was talking there.
Doomed Wombat
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- Dancing on wires!
Sigh, we have been over this no killing the Quortak's.
Besides they are maintained by the admech according to the treaty.
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- USA NYC
How is that death metal Psyker omake coming along can't wait to read it.
Also, vote it locked. We're going open.
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- Philippines
Yeah maybe next turn we should blast the vaneir and the svartalfs with quartok propaganda I mean the option is there.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
Let it come when it comes don't force or rush him.
Doomed Wombat
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Yes people do have to die, we're the ones who maintain them and someone would have to be there to blow them and the fact the Quartoks would notice us doing it seeing as we'd have to move our two army detachments that live there out which they would notice and Avernus getting pissed at us for introducing a radiation bomb to the surface.
We are not killing the Quartok's it has been decided and it is final.
10ebbor10
DON'T PANIC
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- Present
Avernus is not exactly the nicest place. The complete failure of all power generators, which would not only be ridiculously suspicious is likely to result in deaths by shutting down essential defensive systems, even if no one dies in the explosions.
The technology is spread through the entire colony, so we'd have to blow up a lot of stuff.
A monster that time forgot pt 2
- Location
- England
And now I reveal what the monster was!
Also, I'd like to see the dice roll for this omake @durin
Arch Magos Veneratus Tranth was on the Atlas's gift when he heard the news. Rewatching the battle footage repeatedly on his internal viewing implants, he marvelled at the performance of the machine, dodging heavy fire and unleashing a terrifying response.
Upon getting a first good view of the machine he instantly realised what he had on his hands. With its wolf like shape, and bounding mechanical biped form, it looked much like a warhound scout titan. This machine was larger, and lacked the heavy regalia on mechanus titans, but it was clearly of a similar form.
Now he rushed to prepare everything he needed for a preliminary examination, and the transport of the wreck, with servitors loading what wasn't available on the ground into a borrowed soldier destroyer. Half tempted to attempt to teleport towards the site, fabricatior general Scott got wind of this and calmed him, insisting the safety of a ship outweighed the immediacy of a teleport.
He decided that having a specialist on hand would be wise, and recalled his young clone brother. Tranth IXI had been assigned to maintaining the warhound scout titan Canis Lupus. The reclaimer himself was no expert on titans, having not worked on them at all, bar a week examining possible upgrades to the Sanctus Feorum, but this young brother of his had. Requesting his immediate presence at the battlesiteoverr the mechanicus cyber-net, he went back to thinking about supplies he'd need.
The cross system trip, though just under a day in duration, felt like forever, with Tranth viewing all the acquired data over and over, and trying his utmost to gather as much information from it as he could, he made a preliminary conclusion. This machine was fast. Running at an estimated 200 kilometres per hour, four times as fast as a traditional warhound, and large enough to mount heavier weapons, the Venerated Archmagos became almost giddy.
As the ship approached the planet, he had his servitors move his gear to a shuttle, preparing to fly directly to the battlesite, an area of Lorien two hundred kilometres west of Hollin. As the ship reached Averneus it released the shuttle. As it launched the destroyer and shuttle were silhouetted against the blue, green, grey and tan of the planetscape. The shuttles engines burnt bright blue, and the craft leapt down from the sky towards the planet.
Tranths Junior and Senior both used their augmetics to sleep during the crossing from ship to ground. The ride would've been too uncomfortable to sleep traditionally, but thanks to certain augmetics, they found it trivial. Ten minutes before arrival, the technological parts of them awoke the living, and they gathered themselves at the shuttles exit.
If they were in the cockpit they'd have seen the small military base rapidly taking form in the woods, built out of the recovered modular fortress stc in time that would've previously been impossible. They'd have observed the thousand Skittari, and tens of thousands of tech guard securing the location. They'd have noted the square kilometre of rapidly cleared forest, and finally, they'd definitely have seen the descent class destroyer already hovering overhead, providing the troops on the surface with immense fire support assets.
As they lept from the shuttle door on arrival, they saw all this and were pleased. The senior of the two remembered back to how once in the past he would have had to rely on his servitors and his own weapons to hold off the wildlife. How things had changed.
Crossing the couple hundred meters from the shuttle pad to the hall that'd been built around the wreckage, his first glimpse of it filled him with trepidation. Seemingly uncorrupted and yet attacking Avernite troops on sight, he worried about what had happened to this poor god machines spirit. "If it were impossible to calm", he thought, "then there is no way we can replicate it".
The Skittari rushed put of his way as he approached the fallen titans head. Gaining admittance would be the first challenge, and given the only reason it was not still fighting was that 5 telekinetics including a beta primaris had forcefully dissacembled it, this might be difficult. They reported that it had been hard for them to tear it up, with one of them comparing it's wriggles to that of a confined troll kings.
As he approached the titans head, he signalled two servitors behind him to follow. They brought fourth the most holy Oils, and other relics the mechanicus of Averneus had received with the Sanctus Feorum, in case the baleful old titan ever became enraged. Calming titans was an art, and Tranth had spent a good deal of the trip planning, and theorising how best to do this.
He looked at the titan, observing the battle damage. The psykers had tried to be careful, knowing how important this machine was to the mechanicus, and how important keeping the mechanicus happy was to the governor but they had still torn several power cables, and wrecked one of the removed armour plates. This was not even mentioning the damage the Helguard had done to it with the vanquisher cannons, badly damaging the starboard turbolaser.
He approached the cabin, and felt the titans machine spirit wimper. Attempting to calm it by vapourising holy Oils into its atmosphere sensors, and having the brothers around him chant the hym of the warhound he crawled towards the access port. There seemed to be only one external panel. Carefully removing it with a mechadendrite, he lifted the panel away, showing the complex rivers of electronics underneath. Looking into the tangle, he saw an access port. The shape resembled that of a particular fellblade configuration port that occasionally appeared on starship designs.
Reforming his electronic fingers to the correct shape, he mentally walled himself off from it, and connected to it.
Instantly, he lost control of the unbarricaded mechadendrite, and was hurled across the room by it. Quickly reacting, he activated the power cut off for it, and caught himself before he hit the ground.
Releasing the lost mechadendrite so it could be destroyed, he reached for the relic that was said to be able to calm the Sanctus Feorum. A small device with a hand crank, and the high Gothic letters for 100 rpm engraved on the side, he started to turn the handle.
A tune began to play, enchanting all the mechanicus personal, but seemingly silent to any of the unenhanced tech guard. Those priests who could still cry began to well up at the music, which remained silent to those without implants.
Tranth raised a second limb, and gingerly inserted it into the port. The mechadendrite did not get taken over. Slowly dropping the firewall, he began to communicate with the venerable machine spirit.
"I am sorry for the harm my comrades brought on you" he told it.
"And I am sorry for the harm that I did to them". Tranth shuddered. Never had a machine spirit responded so clearly, so alively.
"May you tell me why you attacked them?"
"I was protecting the children."
"What children?"
"As I can no longer guard them, I must entrust them to you. To the west of where we are now, there is an orphanage. When the end times came, and the mind that is one fought our fleet, I was stationed with my pilot, Izumi to guard it. I grew very fond of her over the years. She has since passed, but from then I have continued my mission. Could you remember her for me when I fade?"
"But the men of iron attacked here more than 10,000 years ago! How can you still be functional?"
"The children helped maintain me, for a time. Since then I have had to load my own weapons, and reoptimize my own slowly degrading systems."
"What are you, exactly?"
"I am a werewolf class AI assisted medium combat mech. My name is the Brave Soldier Boy."
AI? Abominable intelligence? The ultimate heresy, and he'd let it into his mind!
"Talk to your brother, I sense he has the knowledge to help you here." The machine imparted to Tranth.
Disconnecting in a hurry, Tranth ordered everyone but his cloned brother to leave.
"This machine tells me it is an abominable intelligence!"
"Ah." Replied his brother. "Well".
"It is definitely a titan then. We like to keep it a secret in the titanicus, but I feel I now have no choice but to tell you. All titans think. Normally they only dream, but with the required cogitator power to control it, and the strength of the machines spirit there is no way to stop it occasionally realising what it is. We try to keep them sleeping contented, but occasionally they wake up. Take the Sanctus Feorum for example. We say the machine spirit needs to be appeased, but that is only half the story. The machine spirit is the soul, and the cogitator banks are the mind. It's like a human, not a soulless intelligence."
The brothers communicated for a while, with the younger revealing the secrets of the titanicus to the older. At first Tranth was horrified by the revelation, but his younger brother brought him round.
"We try to keep this quiet. I've always wondered if the shipwright's did the same thing, but I've always doubted it. Our titans truly have a soul in a way less beloved machines lack, and the theories say this is why it starts to think."
"I accept your revelation. I never thought you'd have something truly momentous to teach me brother, but you may still have the spark yet. Thank you."
Tranth senior messaged the rest of the staff to return. He directed some to scour the west of here, where they found some ruined buildings, the orphanage, strewn with minor arceotech. Nothing new except for one thing, a single complete STC for the titan calming music box.
As he opened the titan up, he saw its single skeletal crew member. In honour of the machines wish, he removed her, and had her buried at the ruins, and the fortifications moved to guard them.
The Titan was moved to Dorthonion, wherein it was secured in a safe vault. Tranth later met with Scott, and discussed the revelations and events of the day. She was as receptive as he was, and commented on how it ascertained the reason the titanicus were liberal. He agreed, and wondered about the possibility of replicating the werewolf, giving it some brothers to help it, just as his had helped him.
Upon getting a first good view of the machine he instantly realised what he had on his hands. With its wolf like shape, and bounding mechanical biped form, it looked much like a warhound scout titan. This machine was larger, and lacked the heavy regalia on mechanus titans, but it was clearly of a similar form.
Now he rushed to prepare everything he needed for a preliminary examination, and the transport of the wreck, with servitors loading what wasn't available on the ground into a borrowed soldier destroyer. Half tempted to attempt to teleport towards the site, fabricatior general Scott got wind of this and calmed him, insisting the safety of a ship outweighed the immediacy of a teleport.
He decided that having a specialist on hand would be wise, and recalled his young clone brother. Tranth IXI had been assigned to maintaining the warhound scout titan Canis Lupus. The reclaimer himself was no expert on titans, having not worked on them at all, bar a week examining possible upgrades to the Sanctus Feorum, but this young brother of his had. Requesting his immediate presence at the battlesiteoverr the mechanicus cyber-net, he went back to thinking about supplies he'd need.
The cross system trip, though just under a day in duration, felt like forever, with Tranth viewing all the acquired data over and over, and trying his utmost to gather as much information from it as he could, he made a preliminary conclusion. This machine was fast. Running at an estimated 200 kilometres per hour, four times as fast as a traditional warhound, and large enough to mount heavier weapons, the Venerated Archmagos became almost giddy.
As the ship approached the planet, he had his servitors move his gear to a shuttle, preparing to fly directly to the battlesite, an area of Lorien two hundred kilometres west of Hollin. As the ship reached Averneus it released the shuttle. As it launched the destroyer and shuttle were silhouetted against the blue, green, grey and tan of the planetscape. The shuttles engines burnt bright blue, and the craft leapt down from the sky towards the planet.
Tranths Junior and Senior both used their augmetics to sleep during the crossing from ship to ground. The ride would've been too uncomfortable to sleep traditionally, but thanks to certain augmetics, they found it trivial. Ten minutes before arrival, the technological parts of them awoke the living, and they gathered themselves at the shuttles exit.
If they were in the cockpit they'd have seen the small military base rapidly taking form in the woods, built out of the recovered modular fortress stc in time that would've previously been impossible. They'd have observed the thousand Skittari, and tens of thousands of tech guard securing the location. They'd have noted the square kilometre of rapidly cleared forest, and finally, they'd definitely have seen the descent class destroyer already hovering overhead, providing the troops on the surface with immense fire support assets.
As they lept from the shuttle door on arrival, they saw all this and were pleased. The senior of the two remembered back to how once in the past he would have had to rely on his servitors and his own weapons to hold off the wildlife. How things had changed.
Crossing the couple hundred meters from the shuttle pad to the hall that'd been built around the wreckage, his first glimpse of it filled him with trepidation. Seemingly uncorrupted and yet attacking Avernite troops on sight, he worried about what had happened to this poor god machines spirit. "If it were impossible to calm", he thought, "then there is no way we can replicate it".
The Skittari rushed put of his way as he approached the fallen titans head. Gaining admittance would be the first challenge, and given the only reason it was not still fighting was that 5 telekinetics including a beta primaris had forcefully dissacembled it, this might be difficult. They reported that it had been hard for them to tear it up, with one of them comparing it's wriggles to that of a confined troll kings.
As he approached the titans head, he signalled two servitors behind him to follow. They brought fourth the most holy Oils, and other relics the mechanicus of Averneus had received with the Sanctus Feorum, in case the baleful old titan ever became enraged. Calming titans was an art, and Tranth had spent a good deal of the trip planning, and theorising how best to do this.
He looked at the titan, observing the battle damage. The psykers had tried to be careful, knowing how important this machine was to the mechanicus, and how important keeping the mechanicus happy was to the governor but they had still torn several power cables, and wrecked one of the removed armour plates. This was not even mentioning the damage the Helguard had done to it with the vanquisher cannons, badly damaging the starboard turbolaser.
He approached the cabin, and felt the titans machine spirit wimper. Attempting to calm it by vapourising holy Oils into its atmosphere sensors, and having the brothers around him chant the hym of the warhound he crawled towards the access port. There seemed to be only one external panel. Carefully removing it with a mechadendrite, he lifted the panel away, showing the complex rivers of electronics underneath. Looking into the tangle, he saw an access port. The shape resembled that of a particular fellblade configuration port that occasionally appeared on starship designs.
Reforming his electronic fingers to the correct shape, he mentally walled himself off from it, and connected to it.
Instantly, he lost control of the unbarricaded mechadendrite, and was hurled across the room by it. Quickly reacting, he activated the power cut off for it, and caught himself before he hit the ground.
Releasing the lost mechadendrite so it could be destroyed, he reached for the relic that was said to be able to calm the Sanctus Feorum. A small device with a hand crank, and the high Gothic letters for 100 rpm engraved on the side, he started to turn the handle.
A tune began to play, enchanting all the mechanicus personal, but seemingly silent to any of the unenhanced tech guard. Those priests who could still cry began to well up at the music, which remained silent to those without implants.
Tranth raised a second limb, and gingerly inserted it into the port. The mechadendrite did not get taken over. Slowly dropping the firewall, he began to communicate with the venerable machine spirit.
"I am sorry for the harm my comrades brought on you" he told it.
"And I am sorry for the harm that I did to them". Tranth shuddered. Never had a machine spirit responded so clearly, so alively.
"May you tell me why you attacked them?"
"I was protecting the children."
"What children?"
"As I can no longer guard them, I must entrust them to you. To the west of where we are now, there is an orphanage. When the end times came, and the mind that is one fought our fleet, I was stationed with my pilot, Izumi to guard it. I grew very fond of her over the years. She has since passed, but from then I have continued my mission. Could you remember her for me when I fade?"
"But the men of iron attacked here more than 10,000 years ago! How can you still be functional?"
"The children helped maintain me, for a time. Since then I have had to load my own weapons, and reoptimize my own slowly degrading systems."
"What are you, exactly?"
"I am a werewolf class AI assisted medium combat mech. My name is the Brave Soldier Boy."
AI? Abominable intelligence? The ultimate heresy, and he'd let it into his mind!
"Talk to your brother, I sense he has the knowledge to help you here." The machine imparted to Tranth.
Disconnecting in a hurry, Tranth ordered everyone but his cloned brother to leave.
"This machine tells me it is an abominable intelligence!"
"Ah." Replied his brother. "Well".
"It is definitely a titan then. We like to keep it a secret in the titanicus, but I feel I now have no choice but to tell you. All titans think. Normally they only dream, but with the required cogitator power to control it, and the strength of the machines spirit there is no way to stop it occasionally realising what it is. We try to keep them sleeping contented, but occasionally they wake up. Take the Sanctus Feorum for example. We say the machine spirit needs to be appeased, but that is only half the story. The machine spirit is the soul, and the cogitator banks are the mind. It's like a human, not a soulless intelligence."
The brothers communicated for a while, with the younger revealing the secrets of the titanicus to the older. At first Tranth was horrified by the revelation, but his younger brother brought him round.
"We try to keep this quiet. I've always wondered if the shipwright's did the same thing, but I've always doubted it. Our titans truly have a soul in a way less beloved machines lack, and the theories say this is why it starts to think."
"I accept your revelation. I never thought you'd have something truly momentous to teach me brother, but you may still have the spark yet. Thank you."
Tranth senior messaged the rest of the staff to return. He directed some to scour the west of here, where they found some ruined buildings, the orphanage, strewn with minor arceotech. Nothing new except for one thing, a single complete STC for the titan calming music box.
As he opened the titan up, he saw its single skeletal crew member. In honour of the machines wish, he removed her, and had her buried at the ruins, and the fortifications moved to guard them.
The Titan was moved to Dorthonion, wherein it was secured in a safe vault. Tranth later met with Scott, and discussed the revelations and events of the day. She was as receptive as he was, and commented on how it ascertained the reason the titanicus were liberal. He agreed, and wondered about the possibility of replicating the werewolf, giving it some brothers to help it, just as his had helped him.
Also, I'd like to see the dice roll for this omake @durin
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- USA NYC
Sorry not rushing him just seeing how it is going.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
I really want it now.
Could we appease it.
Feed it millions of livestock whenever it gets hungry? Help groom it or build it a awesome pad to live in for it to not eat us and maybe point it in the direction of a enemy who are killing too many of its new