Again, for 28. Slightly more aggressive and sweary than GW would allow. Essentially, a completely malformed AI poses as a paranoid tech-priest in order to accidentally create warpshattering tech that endangers reality itself. Fun stuff.
++we know what you know. we know the secrets, we know the lies, and we know what you know. but for it to be effective, you need to tell us. we need to hear it from what remains of your traitorous heart. speak to us of immunity. an aegis that will protect our righteous incursions into the filth of the warp. speak to us, and the pain might relent++
Amoral almost to a fault, this Inquisitor. The offer of clemency, while not strictly a lie, wasn’t even meant as a cajoling incentive. He has penetrated the minds of countless scores before this one, and each gives up the same information. In twisted, agonised symbols and ++concepts++, he has learned how to build this forgotten weapon. Pieced together the rituals and incantations that will protect the Emperor’s gifts as they slam into the flanks of the hated daemonkind.
Again, as it always is, the promise of mercy is effective.
<<a flash of red light>>
<<seven pillars, arranged in four dimensions>>
<<they describe a parabola>>
<<a tide of chitin breaks upon a shore of steel>>
<<fill the abyss below reality with blood and bone>>
<<only then will the numbers speak truth>>
<<and you will know the protection of the noose>>
A grim smile. Nothing new. No revelation, no curse, no cleansing aura. The same riddles as every single prior tortured soul. Riddles this Inquisitor now believes he understands. Time to report. Time to move.
++good. positive. consistent. rest now. we will return.++
One switch is set down, and another pushed up. A channel into another mind is closed, and a tight-beam communique is opened.
FAO TECH-PRIEST DOMINUS TALORITUS. IMMEDIATE ATTENTION REQUIRED.
For a Terran century now, we have picked apart the minds of those who knew this technology from a former epoch. For a century, we have repeatedly been given this message. We have learned again and again how to use this shield for ourselves. From ship to troop, from the highest construct to the smallest weapon, we will be able to pierce the warp and exterminate every fucking abomination we find. Free from the corruption that threatens our perfect galaxy.
We will need resources. Lives are required in order to fuel this device. So far, the numbers are unknown. Ambiguous. But we would sacrifice a trillion souls for a second of protection, would we not?
FAO INQUISITOR <REDACTED>
EXPENDABLE LIFE IS NOT A RESOURCE WE LACK.
IT IS NOT A RESOURCE THE OMNISSIAH REGARDS HIGHLY.
YOU HAVE AUTHORITY TO TAKE WHATEVER YOU MIGHT NEED.
Finally. The Gothic Phantom must be completed, and soon. She must roar her defiance into the warp itself. Ah, the sweetness of death by the obsidian knife. How we have missed you.
