Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140428212452/@comment-4948356-20140504052257

With Owl Avian...

As Archmagos Hemlock, (AM Equivialent to Planetary governer, FTWDK) enters the room, owl is certain he was angry... after all, the only time he sought him out was when he was angry...

Hemlock: "Magos, Owl, would you care to explain why we are recieving messages from SEVERAL ASTARE CHAPTERS!"

Remebering back to when the ork kommados had been discovered, the arch magos was quick to dismiss them as threats, despite obvious signs...

Owl: "Like I said before you bolt head, I send out a distress signal after we discovered the kommados..."

Hemlock: "Against my wishes..."

Owl: "Because their were further implications that an invasion WILL happen."

Hemlock: "implications, 'signs', do you take me for a fool? Orks are dumb, unitellegient wastes, they don't think, plan, or conspire..."

Owl: A true fool no doubt... "Well, too bad, I believe their is an invasion heading here, especially..."

Looking down at his dataslate, the information he had been waiting for had arrived.

Owl: "Since we have confirmed a singal has been sent out from the planet... for nearl a MONTH. Whoever this singal is meant for, they have been recieving if for a long time, and probably on the way as we speak. It is fortunate that the astares got here in time."

Hemlock's eyes flash with unease for a moment, the only part of him unaugmented, before snapping back to owls own visor.

Hemlock: "Your simply wasting time for everyone invovled... and since you called them, you can deal with them. I want no part in any of this..."

As he turns to leave, another update to the dataslate casues owl slump into his chair... but not before speaking up...

Owl: "And I suppose the chaos fleet that have just entered orbit is fake too, hmm?"

Hemlock seem to freeze on the spot, but dispelled it a moment later, continuing away.

Whilst he did behave suspicously, VERY suspicously, their was little owl could do or say. Many he had talked to about his suspicons had either refused to talk at all, or was transfered themselves the next day. He was very aware that he and his aid was mostly un-wanted here, save for the few lower workers and the repair staff for the titan.

Thinking back to it, the initial damage was horrendous. Both arms torn away, the reactor barely functioning, massive holes in the armor, etc. It was a wonder that they were able to even extract it, let alone bring it here before it fell apart. All the while, their was a lot of talk about what could have damaged it so heavily...

But that would be a question for after it was repaired... or more prescisly, owl thought, after the invasion...

To which I should be adressing...

Owl thought, standing up with his Mechadendrites, and moving out of the office.

As he navigated his way through the main manufactorum, finding the large vox room that connected the planet. For him, it took merely a few seconds to retune some of the equipment. He then sent out a broadcast on impeiral channels.

Owl: "This is Owl Avian, A Magos of the Adeptus mechanicus, I would ask that any imperial military comms be sent to me until further notice, as no guard regiments have arrived. I would ask any who are recieving to respond."

'''Meanwhile... in the depths of the manufactorum...'''

As the skitarri continue to sweep the through the lower levels, several very slight shimmers move through the air, artacting little attention. Moving through the hallways, a single door opens, revealing a human male, meditating. As the door closes, the man opens his eyes to reveal Dark Brown eyes. His hair is short and black, along with most of his clothing. Looking at the shimmer, he mutters, Still needs work... Before ordering: "Report".

The shimmer seems to shift, before fading into the form of a eldar like being...

More machine than xeno now...

The man thought, looking over one of the prototypes...

Its entire body was covered in metal plating, its helmet similar an eldar's but much shorter and compact. The slight gleam from small hexagonal shapes reflecting the odd power field around its body.

However, the meeting is interrupted by a skitarri checking the room.

Before he could react, the machine like eldar turns, the hand and arm opening up to reveal several devices, one being a small barrel. From it came a hailstorm of the deadly needles of the dark eldar's spliter rifle.

Despite the burst of deadly projectiles hitting him straight on, the skitarri makes one last desperate attempt to fire his weapon.

The machine like xeno however is already in front of him, a large blade taking the place of the gun barrel, a power field surrounding it. In moments, the Skitarri's head had been seperated from his body, now falling to the floor motionless.

The man's expression had remained calm and cold, looking at the dead body, he closed his eyes...

''Another dead body... can't blame it on orks this time...''

???: "Dispose of it."

He said without remorse.

The robotic weapon nodded, retracting the blade, and replacing it with a large needle. Plunging it into the skitarri's body, it began to spasm, ,oving violently as his body, even his augments, were reduced to the sludge.

The man began to walk out of the room whilst the machine repeated the action on the head

???: "We have to move quicker, those meddlers are sure to be following..."

And with that, the man seems to vanish completely, leaving no trace he was even there. The machine does the same... but still leaves that small shimer...

'''Meanwhile... Somewhere else...'''

''*sigh*... why do they always cry...''

The figure thought to himself, watching the prosession, as they carried the coffin. His old, boney hands were starting to annoy him... but only for a little while longer.

...

After the funeral had finally ended, and everyone had left. the man left his hiding spot, taking off his hood, reavealing an old white bearded face...

As he looked down at the grave, he couldn't held noticeing something...

Eratwu undidvied

They spelled Korunski wrong... again... Why did everyone always mispell that name... no matter... it was of no more use to the man.

Walking away from the grave, the man's boney hands began to look younger, as did his body. His beard grew back into itself, his manhood was fully restored... etc...

When it was done, the man was looked as if was 32, an bearing an amused face.

How many times have I done this... He thought. Taken an identity, living that life, than faking the death... He had stoped counting after #527...

Walking along, he wondered why he was still doing this. Staying on this planet of all places, one of the most important planets of all time, and probably one of the most dangerous. However, he had remained undiscovered for over 10,000 years, that had to be some type of record.

As he went along the golden roads, the ivory towers, and so on so forth, he gazed turned to that monumental eyesore, that giant building occupying the space around that giant mountin. Yawning, he looked around at the now empty streets, ensuring no one was watching. He went to one of the giant statues to that most boring man... and 'relieved' himself at its base.

Yes... now if only he could do it to the actual man, or skeleton at this point, that would be exciting... but he calmed himself. Reminded of the duty he swore, then took one last look at that place...

One day... He thought, I may finally see that stupid palace burn to the ground, but I guess not this year...

Hearing some noise, he tuned to see serveal priests roaming around, signing their praise...

One of them, a female, approached him...

Priest: "Ah, staring at his most glorious shrine are you?"

Having been asked this for nearly a millenia, the man put on a polite grin, noding slightly.

Man: "Yes, it fills me with great vigor to see our glourious lord's domain..."

The man felt that one day... one day, he would insult the 'lord' in front of the next priest that had asked him just for laughs, but that would expose him... and he couldn't have that.

However to his surprise, the priset giggled a little, as if she was amused by his attempt.

Priest: "You certianly more pious than most..."

Man: "Well, its mostly true..."

He certiainly felt something when he stared at the place... usually anger, rage, hate, and then amusment that he could be so close to it in the first place.

Priest: "Well... it'll pass with me... but probably not my colleagues..."

Man: "Your new aren't you?"

Blushing, the priest stamered...

Priest: "y-yes actually..."

Thinking fast, this may be a good chance for his next identity...

Man: "So... whats your name?"

The priest, having regained her composure, replied:

Priest: "Its Rosemary... Rosemary Harenharm, might I ask for yours?"

Thinking quickly, the man decided on his new name...

Man: "My name is Awertu, Awertu dudofviiend"

Rosemary: "Huh... interesting name. So... why do you look upon the imperial palace?"

As the setting sun reached the edge of sightline, the place and all around seem to burn in its light... Prompting a smile from Awertu

Awertu: "No reason... No reason at all..."