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Fascinating. Truly fascinating. A veritable plethora of new sensations and stimuli to be explored, all only a touch-receptor's distance from Hesiod's curious cogitators. Condensation-steam from rusting and nigh-antediluvian pipes. Fungi left to grow by ratings dismayed and disgusted by what nutrition the mess offered. Rats! Living rats! This was a void-station not of the Mechanicus, but of common humanity. Here, he was not to blend in as one of many, but to truly stand apart as a being of significance. Of course, somewhere in his positronic databanks, he knew the implicit danger that therein lie, the risk of discovery and destruction by those who would blindly hate his very being. But for now, oh, the joys of sensation knew no bounds!

Oh? A crewman approacheth! To Hesiod, this one felt... A carmine red, perhaps? Certainly intense, with a bloody dark depth. Exciting! As his photo-receptors scanned every inch of the rough voidsman, he began to speak. Low Gothic! It had been a year or more since last Hesiod had heard the gruff tongue of the fleshed masses. Amongst the cold iron company of the Thuleans, binary cant was the lingua de jure, so cold and clinical! As Hesiod continued to wax poetic within his head, the crimson-seeming crewman spoke up again, more insistently. This time, Hesiod actually took the time to process what was being said: "Hey buddy, got a light?"

A fascinating question! Did Hesiod have a light? Why certainly. He had many. His photoreceptors were luminescent, and his electro-flail sparked dazzlingly when activated. Even the electoo coils on his back glowed brilliantly when he so chose. So which lights would fit the increasingly agitated bystander's request? The shipman was becoming more irritable, and once more spoke, holding a Lho-stick out towards Hesiod. "Look, you got a light or not?"

Now Hesiod understood. This was a test. The man wanted to see his lights. So Hesiod showed him. Every glowing device festooning the false-priest's body lit up, shining brilliantly as the Emperor himself upon his Golden Throne. The crewman screamed, stumbling back as dazzling luminens overwhelmed his vision, and scrambled blindly to reorient himself... Blindly, and dangerously, as he groped at the walls to find purchase in solid reality. Hesiod watched with silent fascination as the poor unlucky voidsman grabbed hold of a blistering heat-pipe with both hands, listened with eager audio-receptors to the screams of agony that followed. The pain was... Informative. And so, lights slowly dimming as device charges grew low, Hesiod turned to leave the depths of the station, making his way to the concourse above, abandoning the screaming, burnt crewman to his agony.

Fascinating, truly fascinating.




Yeah, the idea is that when humans made contact with them they were in an early industrial age, combustion engines and early automatic ballistic weapons and whatnot, and the arrival of humanity made space travel available to them. Thus, they're essentially a early 20th century civilization of fuzzy crab men who have gone on to make massive colonization efforts of the systems around them, but very little in the way of technological progress. Big but not powerful.
Howdy! I'm just getting back into nation arpee, and this one seems pretty interesting. I was considering making a nation of technologically anachronistic/backwards crustaceans from the far tertiary stars (that little section with almost nothing in it on the left of the map). Is the concept too bad?
frozen in time for a hellish eternity confirmed
No, trust me, we are
The pious words of the Medicus provided Saul with some small comfort. That he was not adrift, alone in a sea of damned souls was enough of a spark of hope to keep the holy fire that burned within him ablaze. He offered his hand out in blessing to the Doctor, Tekart, to show recognition to the faithful. The tech-priest seemed relatively easily distracted, and Saul knew that any attempt to admonish or proselytize to her would be completely in vain, and picking one's battles was an important part of the works of the Ecclesiarchy. One more glance, heavy with scorn, was thrown towards the tainted psyker as a show of intimidation, to let him know that even if he was 'sanctioned', there would be no hesitation on Saul's part to put him down if he were to act out.

Saul cleared his throat, preparing a tirade of sorts to stir those as of yet unsure of their place in the task at hand to loyal service, and began speaking much louder than he had been praying. "Servants of the God-Emperor. I am Confessor Saul Quintus, and like you, I was brought here with a purpose. You are gathered here today to provide the greatest of services to the Throne that you ever have, and likely ever will. Some of you are heretical deviants. Some are foul, warp-touched witches. Some of you may be beyond the pale of the Emperor's mercy, but this does not mean your devotion to him in these times ahead will be without cause. So steel your resolves, and take heart in His word, for you have been chosen to aid the greatest of Imperial agencies: The Holy Inquisition."

His short speech concluded and the elevator boarded, Saul would wait no longer. He had come here to serve the will of the God-Emperor, and so it would be done. He pushed past the foul tech-priest and the idle servitor, and slammed his fist against the Elevator button. They'd be moving in short order, off to do the work of the Holy Ordos.
so @Asura should I post again or are ya gon' move the plot forward
the Ecclesiarchy are models of tolerance
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