However, since a failure to pass the Rite was seen as dying during the operation, he had technically passed. When he went through the Rite of Pure Thought (which was used a rite of passage on Belacane), the operation did not proceed properly, and any future operation was deemed too dangerous to attempt. Of course, the fact that he could see the irony was the sign of his own failure the indicator that he was not a 'true' tech-priest. Of course, he was no such thing, as the odds of being discovered and executed were simply too great to risk.īut it seemed that in order to save their forge-world, the senior Magos's were willing to become Xenarities, even if not willing to admit it or to take the name for themselves.
The logical minds of the Adeptus Mechanicus, unable to comprehend the possibility that one of it's ordained techpriests would do something as impulsive and emotional as guess immediately investigated Grange's background, believing him to be a Xenarite, a member of a cult dedicated to unraveling the mysteries of Xeno Tech.īut that event only started a massive amount of rumors, that he was a closet Xenarite, and that he should be purged as one. It was a common enough attitude for members of the Mechanicum to shun outside contact, but his was special, because of the reputation he had unwillingly earned on Belacane.Īfter all, it was not often that a techpriest found a ticking xeno-tech bomb and successfully diffused it without any real understanding of it's inner functions other than guesswork. He left his room to eat, defecate, and gather materials, but the rest of his time he spent inside, alternatively sleeping, reading, or tinkering with his own cybernetics and augmentations. Grange, after he had arrived at his assigned room, sat. "Given your record and history, you were the ideal choice.
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You will be promoted to full Explorator status in return that you must conceal the truth of your mission need not be said." the Senior Magos explained, the smaller form of the unfamiliar Magos stepping out of the Archmagos' vitae tank, proving that the tank was not active. You have been selected to be the representative of the Archmagos on an Explorator fleet. "Which is why we must regain our advantage. Still, Grange did not make it into a question it was a plain statement. "The Senior Magi are controlling public opinion." Grange stated, his flat (though not monotone, at least yet) voicebox hiding his emotions on the subject. Daedus's voice was coming from his vitae-tank, in his domain, and to fake such a thing would require the combined efforts of the. "Impossible." Grange rejected automatically. "Techpriest, because you have been entrusted to this duty, we have decided to reveal the truth to you." Daedus's voice boomed, the contents confusing the remaining human side of Grange's mind (that same human element being Grange's greatest public shame). "Is our knowledge of that subject not un-rivaled?" "Archmagos, what of our stasis-technology?" Grange inquired, his own voicebox unable to match the deep, booming monotones of Daedus's vitae tank's speakers. "Our glorious Belacane is falling from grace, Techpriest, and we must resume our position within the hierarchy of the Mechanicum lest we be lost in the minor forge-worlds of the galaxy." "Ryza has the edge in Plasma technology, the recently discovered Trebor holds it's coveted Vanquisher Cannons, and holy Mars out-produces every forge-world in this galaxy." the Archmagos had lectured to Grange in his private study, while the rumbling of the underground manufactorum above the study continued, ever present. Well, that, and to keep quiet the fact that the Archmagos was dead. The problem was that the Archmagos had also informed Grange that he was to search (as secretly as he could, from his own brothers in the Mechanicum) for any xeno-tech that could be studied.
That was the most common duty for an Explorator, after all. The Archmagos Daedus, ruler of a whole Forge-World, wanted Grange to find and recover any archaeotech he could. A highly dangerous, controversial mission that had to be hidden from everyone onboard the ship.
Techpriest (Explorator) Aphorax Grange was on a mission. This is not a happy place.īut perhaps, it has the potential to become just a little bit brighter. Given that this is a crossover of two very grimdark settings (despite the parody nature of Borderlands), expect blood, gore, and psychological torment. It will probably wither and die without any updates for a long, long time. I thought it would be a good idea for SpaceBattles in particular, so here you go.Īlso, don't expect this to end up as a proper story. This 'fic is merely an idea that occurred to me, took ahold of me, and refused to let go. This story will NOT take over my SI, Aria's Advisor, when I do resume writing that.
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