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Elucidation Whilst Awaiting the Inquisitor

[Voxslate :: signo temporis 3.548.807 M41
Capsa scientia of Savant Jonus Toll
Savant Jonus Toll]

Let me explain. The preparations for action against the Talst Station Solis are the latest accomodation in the long clash over tech-heresy in the sub. Lesser tech-heresy has been endemic upon Scintilla for two hundred years, since the decades in which tech-heretics like Ryne and Puloparis wrested secrets from the Mechanicus and spread them far and wide amongst their follows and outlaw gangs. You know that any Scintillan who so desires can find vox-workers, augmentites and crude scofflaw tech-devices in the low-habs. But on other worlds, such would be cause for a pogrom of the Machine Cult, or a withdrawal of their blessings. Here, the Tech-Priests have been wrestled to a moody impass.

The Noble and Mechant Houses of course. It is their continued support, an open secret, that enables tech-heresy to flourish beyond the domains of the narcolords, smugglers and pirates they trade with. A lesser tech-heretic of skill is a valuable commodity, traded between the outlaw factions just like the tech-devices they value. Knowledge trickles back to the hives from renegade tech-adepts who serve pirate kings of the Hazeroth sub, and the Houses continue to push the Mechanicus in the degree to which tech-heresy is accepted.

I believe the present Governor to side with the Houses; it is to the benefit of the Imperial authorities here for the situation to continue. Occasionally, they will do their part to placate the Machine Temples when calls to declare Scintilla Excommunicatus become particularly loud. The riots five years back, for example, when the Arbites were charged to suppress the teaching of vox-tech principles in the scholarums and Universitas Lux Imperium, and raid the low-habs to destroy lesser tech manufactories.

So to the Station Solis in the otherwise deserted Talst system, an outpost of the Divine Astrometricum, one of the lesser and disfavored Factions Theologic of the Golgenna Tech-Priesthood. The station is massively void-shielded, dipping into the heated stream of star matter between a Sol Magna and Sol Quietus that orbit one another. The Tech-Priests of the Astrometricum occupy but the least part of the structure, much of has become wild with plants from former biologis gardens.

All of this may be false, of course. I paraphrase the information provided by the Mechanicus, as background for their claim that Astrometricum Tech-Priests are in league with the outlaw raider Qualsoon Deem, and therefore to be destroyed. The Station Solis provides a base for Deem's two pirate vessels, so we are told. I suspect it more likely that this latest demand of the Tech-Priesthood, a trade made for another few years of quietus on the matter of tech-heresy, is a partnership of convenience between Magos Ralwure the Golden here upon Scintilla and unknown Magi of the Lathes. Ralwure will clip another link in the chain of tech-heresy he has been patiently disassembling these past two decades, whilst Magi who seek a vengence against the Astrometricum will achieve it without blood on their hands.

Deem is more important to the Mechanicus for his part in conveying their secrets to the smugglers of Scintilla than for slaving Tech-Priests or slaughtering Imperial citizens in the void. The Battlefleet will be only too happy to add his skull to their long list of trophies.

Much of this is supposition upon my part, and I am no correlator. However, there must be those within the Ordo who have surmised more than I, or are possessed of a greater knowledge of the Station Solis and Qualsoon Deem than I, else the Conclave Calixis would not be involved in this matter. Preparations continue, and we shall simply have to wait for Inquisitor Nomen to divulge what it is he and Hrald Belsepan know that I do not.

[ Posted by Reason on March 23, 2008 | Permanent Link ]

The Next Footfall, Planned and Unknown

[Descriptum vocis :: signo temporis 4.913.807 M41
Station Solis :: Talst System
Inquisitor-Minor Eossus Nomen]

The vaultways of great Talst Station Solis remain wreathed in smoke, and promethium fumes curl beneath the ceramite grate floorplates - a rendition in minature of the star-matter streaming past the station exterior. It will be days before voidmen and bulk servitors of the Macrocannon's Herald have burned the last mutant vegetation from the Sol Minor axis. Until such time, my immediate retinue and the naval security assigned to my needs are confined to the Sol Major axis or forced into clumsy rebreather masks where necessity bids.

Fleet Captain-Elect Yunthin has instructed Lord-Captain Refediath of the Herald to fortify the Station Solis to host a strike squadron, lay void-mines upon the approaches, and lie in ambush for the reaver Qualsoom Deem. The wastes and stockpiles of piracy foul the station bays and outer vaultways. Rotted or mummified slave corpses and grudge-fight losses caste aside litter the observator domes yet, but of living void-reavers, there is no sign. The Lord-Captains are frustrated and privately scornful of the Ordo's role in this action, as might be expected of the prideful, but I have come to believe that the slaughter of a notorious reaver was never the causa primus in this action.

As indicated in the data-rolls provided to the Ordo by Magos Ralwure of the Scintillan Machine Cult, there were indeed Tech-Priests within the otherwise deserted Station Solis. A mere dozen resided within the unspoiled Circulus Centrum, free from the choking outgrowth of vegetation from the biocubes, and sealed from the reaver-despoiled Sol Major axis bays. At the center are great, strange tech-devices exposed to the void and the passage of star-matter. It was through these careful gaps in the Station Solis void-shields that our modified assault shuttles made peaceful access, the black-armored Battlefleet boarding teams unneeded - at least at first.

The remains of the Station Solis Tech-Priests are locked within the medicae vaults here in the Sol Major axis, and I have ordered the Circulus Centrum sealed with rockcrete and ceramite on the authority of the God-Emperor himself. I know not what else might be within, but I will not have it open to meddlesome Battlefleet personnel. I instructed Adepts Ve and Twoth to remove the man-portable cogitator engines, datavaults and silversheaf tome racks prior to the sealing now underway. These tech-devices and stacks of lingua machinae dialog are secured within our temporary quarters, under analysis by Savants Toll, Regedus and Polquete, the latter a Collator Machinae secured from the Fleet Captain-Elect's staff.

From the first we boarded the Station Solis, the actions and speech of the Tech-Priests who greeted us was strange and unnatural - even to those unschooled in the search for such signs. I had suspected their activities to be the true target of whomever Magos Ralwure acted for; perhaps tech-heresy, or some struggle of power and legitimacy within the Mechanicus. Perhaps this was the case, perhaps not, but the truth of that will have to wait. With Battlefleet vessels behind me, three dozen hellguns within sight, and the God-Emperor's rightful will and purpose in my voice, I pushed the Tech-Priests for compliance - in search of further insight, or so was my intent. Something in my demands set them to alarm and action, however - I know not what at this time. The ensuing battle upon the inner docking ways and cargo ascent was one-sided, but they scrabbled and fought to the last, in an unplanned and ragged manner, as of the mad or the condemned.

Fleet Captain-Elect Yunthin issued his Carta declaring the Station Solis Tech-Priests in league with void-reavers, their lives and the Station itself forfeit. This was as much to assuage the restless Magi Enginarum as for any other reason. The violent end of the Tech-Priests only confirms their guilt and rightful nature of their deaths by hellgun and powerblade in Battlefleet eyes. That is all they shall know, but there is more here, much more.

I have been calling these creatures Tech-Priests, but that is not the case. Abominations against the God-Emperor is more the truth of it. Within their metal shells was no flesh at all - machines in the form of men, cogitator-implants and volitors of a hundred varieties clustered together in place of brains. I almost want not to believe it; the cursed men of iron, disguised as the God-Emperor's servants, performing work as though Mechanicus Tech-Priests. From where did they come? What was their purpose here? What knowledge of this had the hidden Magi who spoke through Magos Ralwure the Golden?

There are too many questions, but much of worth for the Savants to analyze. In anticipation of an answer, any answer, I have seconded the frigate Berethic Depths of Captain-Errant Halspar to the service of the Ordo. It will remain here with the Macrocannon's Herald until such time as a destination becomes apparent - a return to Scintilla with questions of worth for Magos Ralwure, or onwards to follow the trail of these abominations that pretend to be Mechanicus.

[ Posted by Reason on March 23, 2008 | Permanent Link ]