Ex-Cybernetica data-smith Tesseract reporting for duty.

Loyal Ex-Datasmith of the legio Cybernetica and Adeptus Mechanicus, now loyal glorified librarian Servitor. Paws off my kastelans. || rp and ask blog

[ilovemykastelans]

"Of all of the places one would have expected to find Kastellans, a library was not one of them. I wonder how did they got in here, and who is their master. This is quite unexpected. I com here expecting to find books on sorcery, and I find robots."

Achilles walked around the library trying to find any signs of their Datasmith.

The Kastelans watched Achilles as he walked, the slow creaking of their heads being the only other sound besides whatever Achilles was the source of. They had been stationed there to make sure their Datasmith could work in his… predicament, and any attempt to remove the lead to immediate death of the attempter.

Slow creaking from the book shelves above to the East eased into an echo, a vile sound akin to a large predator perched upon a cage. Then the subtle clicking started, as if something on a track of sorts was moving towards the Astartes at high speeds.

click

click

click

clICK—

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped above Achilles. A large metal arm-thing that was far too similar to a heavily augmented human latched into a machination to actually just be an arm. It felt to very, very wrong to look at it, and it felt like being put under a boiling spot light as it slowly creaked downwards off yet another track inlaid int the bookshelves. Three blue lenses eyes stared down at the Astartes, and a robotic yes unshakably human voice spoke out from somewhere in the thing.

“Greetings. Welcome-*KSCH*-to The Library. Wha may I-*KSCH*-assist you with?”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Continued from here:

+I don't mind, to be honest. This place is enormous from what I have seen.+

He wondered if this library had all kinds of books, even the rarest volumes of aeldari mysticism. The undead had managed to get his hands on few, mostly by rummaging through ruins. Like the ill-fated craftworld of Bas-Dochar, destroyed by the Maynark dynasty.

+Do you have books of all species, even the aeldari?+

He grinded his teeth as he felt the discomfort of being separated from Iron Thorn. Being essentially one person meant that he didn't enjoy exploring like he once did.

[ilovemykastelans]

A low buzzing hummed out of the servitor as he quickly state he’d the library’s database. “Yes. We have-*KSCH*-books about species-*KSCH*-that died long-before-*KSCH*-we humans even existed.”

“Books on the Aeldari can be found in section F of the 22,000 Shelf in the downstairs.”

[ilovemykastelans]

"Of all of the places one would have expected to find Kastellans, a library was not one of them. I wonder how did they got in here, and who is their master. This is quite unexpected. I com here expecting to find books on sorcery, and I find robots."

Achilles walked around the library trying to find any signs of their Datasmith.

The Kastelans watched Achilles as he walked, the slow creaking of their heads being the only other sound besides whatever Achilles was the source of. They had been stationed there to make sure their Datasmith could work in his… predicament, and any attempt to remove the lead to immediate death of the attempter.

Slow creaking from the book shelves above to the East eased into an echo, a vile sound akin to a large predator perched upon a cage. Then the subtle clicking started, as if something on a track of sorts was moving towards the Astartes at high speeds.

click

click

click

clICK—

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped above Achilles. A large metal arm-thing that was far too similar to a heavily augmented human latched into a machination to actually just be an arm. It felt to very, very wrong to look at it, and it felt like being put under a boiling spot light as it slowly creaked downwards off yet another track inlaid int the bookshelves. Three blue lenses eyes stared down at the Astartes, and a robotic yes unshakably human voice spoke out from somewhere in the thing.

“Greetings. Welcome-*KSCH*-to The Library. Wha may I-*KSCH*-assist you with?”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Continued from here:

+So they turned you into a servitor because you became a homicidal maniac. Go it. The fact you mention you had violent reactions makes me believe you murdered at least one person.+

He got closer to the servitor and looked at its chassis.

+Is the real you contained in there? Because your voice comes from inside the chassis.+

He felt tempted to remove his glove to perform a more accurate passive technomancy scan, but the pain he felt the previous attempt disuaded him from doing it. The fact it managed to give an undead a migraine told him something supernatural was going on with this man.

+And as for why I am here, I came seeking books about sorcery. I heard rumors this was a library where one could find all sorts of books.+

[ilovemykastelans]

“If that is what you seek, you’ll be pleased to know we have exactly that.” The servitor answered first, going down the list of questions as quickly as his code permitted him to.

“And no. What you see here is not my actual body. It is indeed a form of containment, but it is only so if I go homicidal, the only person who I injure is hopefully just myself.” The chassis of the servitor was a wall of locks and sealed metal that probably could open if enough force was acted upon it. “They do not want to risk loosing another Emperor class battleship’s worth of people.”

“would you like me to bring you to the sorcery section?”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Achilles' eyes widened in horror. +Emperor's class battleship worth of people? What did you do them? Never mind, I am glad you are contained inside of a servitor. Now, please lead me into the sorcery section.+

He had no desire to know what the person would do him if they weren't contained inside their mechanical prison.

[ilovemykastelans]

”com-*KSCH*-pliance.” The servitor said, tucking his many arms back under himself as his mechanical prison moved upwards and along one of the many, many tracks.

He was not going as fast as he could, be Tesseract was not going for speed. He didn’t want to lose Achilles after all, he had a job to do. “It will-*KSCH*-take anywhere between-*KSCH*-10-30 minutes to reach-*KSCH*-the sorcery section.”

[ilovemykastelans]

"Of all of the places one would have expected to find Kastellans, a library was not one of them. I wonder how did they got in here, and who is their master. This is quite unexpected. I com here expecting to find books on sorcery, and I find robots."

Achilles walked around the library trying to find any signs of their Datasmith.

The Kastelans watched Achilles as he walked, the slow creaking of their heads being the only other sound besides whatever Achilles was the source of. They had been stationed there to make sure their Datasmith could work in his… predicament, and any attempt to remove the lead to immediate death of the attempter.

Slow creaking from the book shelves above to the East eased into an echo, a vile sound akin to a large predator perched upon a cage. Then the subtle clicking started, as if something on a track of sorts was moving towards the Astartes at high speeds.

click

click

click

clICK—

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped above Achilles. A large metal arm-thing that was far too similar to a heavily augmented human latched into a machination to actually just be an arm. It felt to very, very wrong to look at it, and it felt like being put under a boiling spot light as it slowly creaked downwards off yet another track inlaid int the bookshelves. Three blue lenses eyes stared down at the Astartes, and a robotic yes unshakably human voice spoke out from somewhere in the thing.

“Greetings. Welcome-*KSCH*-to The Library. Wha may I-*KSCH*-assist you with?”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Continued from here:

+So they turned you into a servitor because you became a homicidal maniac. Go it. The fact you mention you had violent reactions makes me believe you murdered at least one person.+

He got closer to the servitor and looked at its chassis.

+Is the real you contained in there? Because your voice comes from inside the chassis.+

He felt tempted to remove his glove to perform a more accurate passive technomancy scan, but the pain he felt the previous attempt disuaded him from doing it. The fact it managed to give an undead a migraine told him something supernatural was going on with this man.

+And as for why I am here, I came seeking books about sorcery. I heard rumors this was a library where one could find all sorts of books.+

[ilovemykastelans]

“If that is what you seek, you’ll be pleased to know we have exactly that.” The servitor answered first, going down the list of questions as quickly as his code permitted him to.

“And no. What you see here is not my actual body. It is indeed a form of containment, but it is only so if I go homicidal, the only person who I injure is hopefully just myself.” The chassis of the servitor was a wall of locks and sealed metal that probably could open if enough force was acted upon it. “They do not want to risk loosing another Emperor class battleship’s worth of people.”

“would you like me to bring you to the sorcery section?”

[ilovemykastelans]

"Of all of the places one would have expected to find Kastellans, a library was not one of them. I wonder how did they got in here, and who is their master. This is quite unexpected. I com here expecting to find books on sorcery, and I find robots."

Achilles walked around the library trying to find any signs of their Datasmith.

The Kastelans watched Achilles as he walked, the slow creaking of their heads being the only other sound besides whatever Achilles was the source of. They had been stationed there to make sure their Datasmith could work in his… predicament, and any attempt to remove the lead to immediate death of the attempter.

Slow creaking from the book shelves above to the East eased into an echo, a vile sound akin to a large predator perched upon a cage. Then the subtle clicking started, as if something on a track of sorts was moving towards the Astartes at high speeds.

click

click

click

clICK—

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped above Achilles. A large metal arm-thing that was far too similar to a heavily augmented human latched into a machination to actually just be an arm. It felt to very, very wrong to look at it, and it felt like being put under a boiling spot light as it slowly creaked downwards off yet another track inlaid int the bookshelves. Three blue lenses eyes stared down at the Astartes, and a robotic yes unshakably human voice spoke out from somewhere in the thing.

“Greetings. Welcome-*KSCH*-to The Library. Wha may I-*KSCH*-assist you with?”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Continued from here:

Achilles sighed relieved as the mechadendrites fell to ground now that he was certain the servitor wasn't a daemon. Just a tough datasmith that for some reason had been turned into a servitor. He chose to believe in the former datasmith's words, despite the fact that it sounded like tall tales. He had seen many unusual things in his life, the Processional of the Damned being one of them.

"So they cursed you with every piece of knowledge they accumulated after they traveled along all of the time stream. But why did they curse you, and not anybody else? Were you the only person in the place?"

[ilovemykastelans]

”I was the-*KSCH*-first to find them, and-*KSCH*-it was by complete accident.” The servitor said, a few arms rummaging around In its undercarriage, and eventually producing a dataslate. “The entire-*KSCH*-encounter was super singly well-*KSCH*-documented, and if you require proof, I am-*KSCH*-not against sharing it.”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

A mechadendrite grabbed the dataslate and put it in front of Achilles face. The astartes, seeing no reason as to why his face should remain hidden, removed his helmet and maglocked it to his armor. What the servitor saw was a pale, bluish face with sunken features.

His mechadendrites crossed in front of him as he read the report, a sign he was deep in thought. So after the disaster at the xenos installation he told his superiors about what happened. The presence of Mars' seal did not go unnoticed.

+So you were telling the truth this entire time. Which makes me wonder if your current state is the result of what happened to you.+

[ilovemykastelans]

“It was a-*KSCH*-long-foreseen consequence of violent-*KSCH*-reactions and knowing more than my-*KSCH*-superiors. So it a way, it is.” The servitor said, a dry chuckle emitting from somewhere inside of its chassis.

“Either way, what brings-*KSCH*-you to the library?”

[ilovemykastelans]

"Of all of the places one would have expected to find Kastellans, a library was not one of them. I wonder how did they got in here, and who is their master. This is quite unexpected. I com here expecting to find books on sorcery, and I find robots."

Achilles walked around the library trying to find any signs of their Datasmith.

The Kastelans watched Achilles as he walked, the slow creaking of their heads being the only other sound besides whatever Achilles was the source of. They had been stationed there to make sure their Datasmith could work in his… predicament, and any attempt to remove the lead to immediate death of the attempter.

Slow creaking from the book shelves above to the East eased into an echo, a vile sound akin to a large predator perched upon a cage. Then the subtle clicking started, as if something on a track of sorts was moving towards the Astartes at high speeds.

click

click

click

clICK—

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped above Achilles. A large metal arm-thing that was far too similar to a heavily augmented human latched into a machination to actually just be an arm. It felt to very, very wrong to look at it, and it felt like being put under a boiling spot light as it slowly creaked downwards off yet another track inlaid int the bookshelves. Three blue lenses eyes stared down at the Astartes, and a robotic yes unshakably human voice spoke out from somewhere in the thing.

“Greetings. Welcome-*KSCH*-to The Library. Wha may I-*KSCH*-assist you with?”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Continued from here:

Achilles sighed relieved as the mechadendrites fell to ground now that he was certain the servitor wasn't a daemon. Just a tough datasmith that for some reason had been turned into a servitor. He chose to believe in the former datasmith's words, despite the fact that it sounded like tall tales. He had seen many unusual things in his life, the Processional of the Damned being one of them.

"So they cursed you with every piece of knowledge they accumulated after they traveled along all of the time stream. But why did they curse you, and not anybody else? Were you the only person in the place?"

[ilovemykastelans]

”I was the-*KSCH*-first to find them, and-*KSCH*-it was by complete accident.” The servitor said, a few arms rummaging around In its undercarriage, and eventually producing a dataslate. “The entire-*KSCH*-encounter was super singly well-*KSCH*-documented, and if you require proof, I am-*KSCH*-not against sharing it.”

[ilovemykastelans]

Can I borrow a Kastelan to reach a top shelf? I'm a little, uhm, short.

As-*KSCH*-long as you don’t-*KSCH*-tear them asunder, go ahead.

[ilovemykastelans]

"Of all of the places one would have expected to find Kastellans, a library was not one of them. I wonder how did they got in here, and who is their master. This is quite unexpected. I com here expecting to find books on sorcery, and I find robots."

Achilles walked around the library trying to find any signs of their Datasmith.

The Kastelans watched Achilles as he walked, the slow creaking of their heads being the only other sound besides whatever Achilles was the source of. They had been stationed there to make sure their Datasmith could work in his… predicament, and any attempt to remove the lead to immediate death of the attempter.

Slow creaking from the book shelves above to the East eased into an echo, a vile sound akin to a large predator perched upon a cage. Then the subtle clicking started, as if something on a track of sorts was moving towards the Astartes at high speeds.

click

click

click

clICK—

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped above Achilles. A large metal arm-thing that was far too similar to a heavily augmented human latched into a machination to actually just be an arm. It felt to very, very wrong to look at it, and it felt like being put under a boiling spot light as it slowly creaked downwards off yet another track inlaid int the bookshelves. Three blue lenses eyes stared down at the Astartes, and a robotic yes unshakably human voice spoke out from somewhere in the thing.

“Greetings. Welcome-*KSCH*-to The Library. Wha may I-*KSCH*-assist you with?”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Continued from here:

His eyes opened wide in horror as the servitor said his greatest secret. His undeath. Outside of the Celestial Geists, few people knew about his state. Achilles had no desire to repeat what had happened to him during the Reign of Blood when the Frateris Templars discovered his secret.

A mechadendrite wrapped around the servitor and squeezed.

+You, how do you know my secrets!? Are you a daemon, or did you make a pact with the beings from the neverworld to receive them?! Answer me!!+

The astartes' panic rose every passing moment. If the servitor knew, then who else would hear his secrets tomorrow? Though the kastellans seemed to be the only company it had, perhaps there were more people he currently wasn't aware of.

[ilovemykastelans]

”I know everyone’s-*KSCH*-secrets, even though I-*KSCH*-do not want to.” An augmetic arm that was folded on the under carriage of the servitor popped like a dislocated shoulder. It flopped idly to the servitor’s side.“Do you think a-*KSCH*-daemon would willingly be here, and-*KSCH*-not immediately attack you? Not-*KSCH*-everything is derived from the immaterium, Achilles. I-*KSCH*-was afflicted with this.”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

+I have known daemons who do not immediately attack people. Instead, they put on a mask of innocence to lure people to their doom. I dealt with daemons through all of the years I lived in the Eye of Terror. The worst ones were those who pretended to be children. There is nothing worse than seeing someone you believed was a child tear someone to shreds.+

A mechadendrite pointed at the servitor accusingly, while the others flared out like the hackles of an animal.

Achilles was so terrified, that if he were alive his hearts would be beating wildly inside of his chest. The word "daemon" echoed inside his mind like a maniacal mantra.

+You claim to have been cursed with omniscience. If what you say is the truth and not some daemonic lies, then tell me, who cursed you and why?+ He closed his eyes and took deep breaths to calm himself. If he had to use his witchsight to determine whether the servitor was a daemon or not, then being a nervous wreck would do him no good.

By the time he opened his eyes, he had already managed to calm himself to the point he was no longer panicking. His mechadendrites gradually fell to the ground. A deep indent was left on the servitor's body as the metallic appendage that had been squeezing it released its iron grip.

The crimson lenses of his helmet glistened with a pale blue light as he opened his inner eye to look into the being's aura.

[ilovemykastelans]

It was not a daemon. The only hint of daemonic touch anywhere was battle-marred cuts that were shallow. In fact the aura gave off resonance of a haggard and old fighter, a loyal member of the mechanicus, and a devout datasmith. The oddest thing about it was the fact it felt like a normal and fully functional human, not a servitor in any means of the mind or warpeness— this was a conscious and fully rational man with a mind abuzz with constant flowing knowledge.

When it spoke, the mechanical harshness seemed to ease off a touch, as what sounded like reconstructed vocal cords buzzed to life somewhere deep within the chassis of the arm. “Their name is not pronounceable in either low or high gothic. The closest translation I can give you is an exhalation of air.”

“They were old. Older than possibly Sol itself, and wiser than the entire collection of data and books and secrets kept deep within the heart of the mechanicus. But they were a dying species, in fact they were physically dead when I stubbled upon their enshrined cadavers.” The servitor paused, and switched back to the prior voice that boomed out of the body built around him.

“They did not with to die with what they knew. And they knew all. The idea of time travel was not so lost to them, and so they documented everything from the very creation of the universe, to the birth of a single minute butterfly that would die within the minute, and the went on until the universe ended. They were very excited to not die within what they knew, and so they afflicted me with it.”

[ilovemykastelans]

"Of all of the places one would have expected to find Kastellans, a library was not one of them. I wonder how did they got in here, and who is their master. This is quite unexpected. I com here expecting to find books on sorcery, and I find robots."

Achilles walked around the library trying to find any signs of their Datasmith.

The Kastelans watched Achilles as he walked, the slow creaking of their heads being the only other sound besides whatever Achilles was the source of. They had been stationed there to make sure their Datasmith could work in his… predicament, and any attempt to remove the lead to immediate death of the attempter.

Slow creaking from the book shelves above to the East eased into an echo, a vile sound akin to a large predator perched upon a cage. Then the subtle clicking started, as if something on a track of sorts was moving towards the Astartes at high speeds.

click

click

click

clICK—

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped above Achilles. A large metal arm-thing that was far too similar to a heavily augmented human latched into a machination to actually just be an arm. It felt to very, very wrong to look at it, and it felt like being put under a boiling spot light as it slowly creaked downwards off yet another track inlaid int the bookshelves. Three blue lenses eyes stared down at the Astartes, and a robotic yes unshakably human voice spoke out from somewhere in the thing.

“Greetings. Welcome-*KSCH*-to The Library. Wha may I-*KSCH*-assist you with?”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Continued from here:

His eyes opened wide in horror as the servitor said his greatest secret. His undeath. Outside of the Celestial Geists, few people knew about his state. Achilles had no desire to repeat what had happened to him during the Reign of Blood when the Frateris Templars discovered his secret.

A mechadendrite wrapped around the servitor and squeezed.

+You, how do you know my secrets!? Are you a daemon, or did you make a pact with the beings from the neverworld to receive them?! Answer me!!+

The astartes' panic rose every passing moment. If the servitor knew, then who else would hear his secrets tomorrow? Though the kastellans seemed to be the only company it had, perhaps there were more people he currently wasn't aware of.

[ilovemykastelans]

”I know everyone’s-*KSCH*-secrets, even though I-*KSCH*-do not want to.” An augmetic arm that was folded on the under carriage of the servitor popped like a dislocated shoulder. It flopped idly to the servitor’s side.“Do you think a-*KSCH*-daemon would willingly be here, and-*KSCH*-not immediately attack you? Not-*KSCH*-everything is derived from the immaterium, Achilles. I-*KSCH*-was afflicted with this.”

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[ilovemykastelans]

"Of all of the places one would have expected to find Kastellans, a library was not one of them. I wonder how did they got in here, and who is their master. This is quite unexpected. I com here expecting to find books on sorcery, and I find robots."

Achilles walked around the library trying to find any signs of their Datasmith.

The Kastelans watched Achilles as he walked, the slow creaking of their heads being the only other sound besides whatever Achilles was the source of. They had been stationed there to make sure their Datasmith could work in his… predicament, and any attempt to remove the lead to immediate death of the attempter.

Slow creaking from the book shelves above to the East eased into an echo, a vile sound akin to a large predator perched upon a cage. Then the subtle clicking started, as if something on a track of sorts was moving towards the Astartes at high speeds.

click

click

click

clICK—

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped above Achilles. A large metal arm-thing that was far too similar to a heavily augmented human latched into a machination to actually just be an arm. It felt to very, very wrong to look at it, and it felt like being put under a boiling spot light as it slowly creaked downwards off yet another track inlaid int the bookshelves. Three blue lenses eyes stared down at the Astartes, and a robotic yes unshakably human voice spoke out from somewhere in the thing.

“Greetings. Welcome-*KSCH*-to The Library. Wha may I-*KSCH*-assist you with?”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Now that had to be strangest servitor Achilles had ever looked like. There was something about that rubbed him the wrong way, as if it had come out from hell. He tilted his head to the left and to the right while he tried to determine whether it was dangerous or not.

The best thing to do would be to scan it. The lights flickered when he channelled the power of the warp to activate his passive technomancy. Machines spoke to him. Considering how mechanical the being was, he would access a lot data about what it was.

+Are you friend or foe?+

His mechadendrites curled protectively around him, ready to strike at a moment's notice. They twitched as they slithered across his body. Sometimes, one of them would lift up, as if it wanted to get a better look at the being.

[ilovemykastelans]

It was painful to even attempt to look at the data scanned off of the servitor. Trying to comrprehend any of it would cause a head splitting migraine to sear into the skull of Achilles that only stopped if he stopped the scan. All that could be parsed is that the thing about him knew far too much for something that was just a servitor.

“That depends entirely-*KSCH*-on your intentions, Achilles.”

The name slipped out of whatever box system was implanted within it like it was something the servitor had always known about the Astartes below him.

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Achilles felt a sharp pain on the side of his head as he attempted to make sense of what the servitor was. His deadened nerves couldn't feel that much, so the fact scanning it had caused such reaction was proof something supernatural was happening.

He cursed as he severed the connection and brought his hands to his temples.

+Bloody hell, just when I thought my day couldn't get weirder... wait, how do you knows my name!+

He pointed the plasma gun at the servitor. Had the being had somehow hacked into his systems? He ran security checks, trying to find any sign of malware. It would be horrendous if some cybernetic parasite took root inside him.

[ilovemykastelans]

The servitor’d unfeeling eye-things fixed Achilles with an almost amused look. In all of the security checks done, nothing was picked up or even hinted at being wrong.

“I am aware of-*KSCH*-everyone’s name. Just as I am aware-*KSCH*-of you being undead, you being-*KSCH*-of the fourth legion, and-*KSCH*-your very birth. I am-*KSCH*-aware of everything.” The servitor stated, talking as if that wasn’t something to be concerned about. It didn’t even see afraid of the plasma gun in front of it.

[ilovemykastelans]

"Of all of the places one would have expected to find Kastellans, a library was not one of them. I wonder how did they got in here, and who is their master. This is quite unexpected. I com here expecting to find books on sorcery, and I find robots."

Achilles walked around the library trying to find any signs of their Datasmith.

The Kastelans watched Achilles as he walked, the slow creaking of their heads being the only other sound besides whatever Achilles was the source of. They had been stationed there to make sure their Datasmith could work in his… predicament, and any attempt to remove the lead to immediate death of the attempter.

Slow creaking from the book shelves above to the East eased into an echo, a vile sound akin to a large predator perched upon a cage. Then the subtle clicking started, as if something on a track of sorts was moving towards the Astartes at high speeds.

click

click

click

clICK—

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped above Achilles. A large metal arm-thing that was far too similar to a heavily augmented human latched into a machination to actually just be an arm. It felt to very, very wrong to look at it, and it felt like being put under a boiling spot light as it slowly creaked downwards off yet another track inlaid int the bookshelves. Three blue lenses eyes stared down at the Astartes, and a robotic yes unshakably human voice spoke out from somewhere in the thing.

“Greetings. Welcome-*KSCH*-to The Library. Wha may I-*KSCH*-assist you with?”

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Now that had to be strangest servitor Achilles had ever looked like. There was something about that rubbed him the wrong way, as if it had come out from hell. He tilted his head to the left and to the right while he tried to determine whether it was dangerous or not.

The best thing to do would be to scan it. The lights flickered when he channelled the power of the warp to activate his passive technomancy. Machines spoke to him. Considering how mechanical the being was, he would access a lot data about what it was.

+Are you friend or foe?+

His mechadendrites curled protectively around him, ready to strike at a moment's notice. They twitched as they slithered across his body. Sometimes, one of them would lift up, as if it wanted to get a better look at the being.

[ilovemykastelans]

It was painful to even attempt to look at the data scanned off of the servitor. Trying to comrprehend any of it would cause a head splitting migraine to sear into the skull of Achilles that only stopped if he stopped the scan. All that could be parsed is that the thing about him knew far too much for something that was just a servitor.

“That depends entirely-*KSCH*-on your intentions, Achilles.”

The name slipped out of whatever box system was implanted within it like it was something the servitor had always known about the Astartes below him.

[ilovemykastelans]

"Of all of the places one would have expected to find Kastellans, a library was not one of them. I wonder how did they got in here, and who is their master. This is quite unexpected. I com here expecting to find books on sorcery, and I find robots."

Achilles walked around the library trying to find any signs of their Datasmith.

The Kastelans watched Achilles as he walked, the slow creaking of their heads being the only other sound besides whatever Achilles was the source of. They had been stationed there to make sure their Datasmith could work in his… predicament, and any attempt to remove the lead to immediate death of the attempter.

Slow creaking from the book shelves above to the East eased into an echo, a vile sound akin to a large predator perched upon a cage. Then the subtle clicking started, as if something on a track of sorts was moving towards the Astartes at high speeds.

click

click

click

clICK—

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped above Achilles. A large metal arm-thing that was far too similar to a heavily augmented human latched into a machination to actually just be an arm. It felt to very, very wrong to look at it, and it felt like being put under a boiling spot light as it slowly creaked downwards off yet another track inlaid int the bookshelves. Three blue lenses eyes stared down at the Astartes, and a robotic yes unshakably human voice spoke out from somewhere in the thing.

“Greetings. Welcome-*KSCH*-to The Library. Wha may I-*KSCH*-assist you with?”

[ilovemykastelans]

I checked my-*KSCH*-inlaid cogitator, and there are over-*KSCH*-50,000,000 copies of the same-*KSCH*-book. If anyone-*KSCH*-would like a free copy-*KSCH*-of “Zedetiquette”, we have those.

[ilovemykastelans]

Someone-*KSCH*-attempted to steal something not-*KSCH*-too long ago, and so-*KSCH*-I informed them-*KSCH*-about when they are to die.

This is becoming-*KSCH*-my favorite strategy to get-*KSCH*-rid of annoying people.

[ilovemykastelans]

The servitorization-*KSCH*-was greatly exaggerated

[isuggestthedragon]

HOORAY!

[ilovemykastelans]

HOORAY indeed! It-*KSCH*-is good to see/hear from-*KSCH*-you again.

[isuggestthedragon]

Hehehe. I'm glad you're hear to see/hear.

[ilovemykastelans]

as am-*KSCH*-I. Have the skulls reached-*KSCH*-you ye?

[isuggestthedragon]

Technically, but Blessed Mentor put them in holding for a few days because they're worried the skulls might cause a second Recaf Incident. Somehow.

Mentor's a good people but they can be so fussy sometimes!

[ilovemykastelans]

How does your-*KSCH*-mentor think they would-*KSCH*-cause a recaff incident?-*KSCH*-They are just skulls

[isuggestthedragon]

More of the unintended surprise side effects bit than anything else? But it's because they fuss. I don't think there's anything Mentor hasn't fussed over.

[ilovemykastelans]

Your mentor sounds-*KSCH*-like a well-meaning-*KSCH*-pain in the neck.

[isuggestthedragon]

As fussy as they are, Mentor is very kind and means well. They're old enough to know that the galaxy isn't and doesn't. And they know that there's nothing they can do about it.

But they can fuss over skulls, or Magos Thesmosphoros' recaff intake, or weird readings from the noosphere. So they do. I guess they're content with that.

I don't think I could be. I like biting things too much. I could figure out how to bite misfortune if I was as old as they were.

[ilovemykastelans]

-*KSCH*-Hm. Well, they seem-*KSCH*-interesting to say the least.

With enough belief, you-*KSCH*-can mostly accomplish-*KSCH*-anything you set your-*KSCH*-mind to.

[isuggestthedragon]

I do like them. Even when they are fussing.

Hehehe. I'm going to bite all the problems.

[ilovemykastelans]

Except-*KSCH*-nurg—pestilence. Do not-*KSCH*-bite pestilence.

[isuggestthedragon]

Nooooo, you use disinfectants and antibiotics/antivirals/antifungals on pestilence. And sometimes ionizing radiation. Which is almost as much fun as biting.

[ilovemykastelans]

ah, of course. I-*KSCH*-myself tend to just avoid pestilence-*KSCH*-like the plague. Which it is.

[isuggestthedragon]

Blessed Mentor specializes in plagues! They do poisons and diseases. They wrote a whole manual about four centuries ago for the Askellon sector, but they're always updating it with new things.

Sometimes they let me eat the poisons to study effects, which is lots of fun. And it's good practice for when I get to be venomous!

[ilovemykastelans]

I forget, when will-*KSCH*-you become venomous?

[isuggestthedragon]

When I graduate from being a novitiate to a tech-priest! So, in a really, really long time. Basically forever. But the time will pass anyways, so I gotta practice.

[ilovemykastelans]

Of course. And I-*KSCH*-predict—in my high servitorized opinion—that-*KSCH*-you will do great things-*KSCH*-once you are a tech priest, so I am-*KSCH*-excited to see you become one.

[isuggestthedragon]

O-oh! Thank you!

[ilovemykastelans]

You are welcome-*KSCH*-, kid.

[ilovemykastelans]

The servitorization-*KSCH*-was greatly exaggerated

[isuggestthedragon]

HOORAY!

[ilovemykastelans]

HOORAY indeed! It-*KSCH*-is good to see/hear from-*KSCH*-you again.

[isuggestthedragon]

Hehehe. I'm glad you're hear to see/hear.

[ilovemykastelans]

as am-*KSCH*-I. Have the skulls reached-*KSCH*-you ye?

[isuggestthedragon]

Technically, but Blessed Mentor put them in holding for a few days because they're worried the skulls might cause a second Recaf Incident. Somehow.

Mentor's a good people but they can be so fussy sometimes!

[ilovemykastelans]

How does your-*KSCH*-mentor think they would-*KSCH*-cause a recaff incident?-*KSCH*-They are just skulls

[isuggestthedragon]

More of the unintended surprise side effects bit than anything else? But it's because they fuss. I don't think there's anything Mentor hasn't fussed over.

[ilovemykastelans]

Your mentor sounds-*KSCH*-like a well-meaning-*KSCH*-pain in the neck.

[isuggestthedragon]

As fussy as they are, Mentor is very kind and means well. They're old enough to know that the galaxy isn't and doesn't. And they know that there's nothing they can do about it.

But they can fuss over skulls, or Magos Thesmosphoros' recaff intake, or weird readings from the noosphere. So they do. I guess they're content with that.

I don't think I could be. I like biting things too much. I could figure out how to bite misfortune if I was as old as they were.

[ilovemykastelans]

-*KSCH*-Hm. Well, they seem-*KSCH*-interesting to say the least.

With enough belief, you-*KSCH*-can mostly accomplish-*KSCH*-anything you set your-*KSCH*-mind to.

[isuggestthedragon]

I do like them. Even when they are fussing.

Hehehe. I'm going to bite all the problems.

[ilovemykastelans]

Except-*KSCH*-nurg—pestilence. Do not-*KSCH*-bite pestilence.

[isuggestthedragon]

Nooooo, you use disinfectants and antibiotics/antivirals/antifungals on pestilence. And sometimes ionizing radiation. Which is almost as much fun as biting.

[ilovemykastelans]

ah, of course. I-*KSCH*-myself tend to just avoid pestilence-*KSCH*-like the plague. Which it is.

[isuggestthedragon]

Blessed Mentor specializes in plagues! They do poisons and diseases. They wrote a whole manual about four centuries ago for the Askellon sector, but they're always updating it with new things.

Sometimes they let me eat the poisons to study effects, which is lots of fun. And it's good practice for when I get to be venomous!

[ilovemykastelans]

I forget, when will-*KSCH*-you become venomous?

[isuggestthedragon]

When I graduate from being a novitiate to a tech-priest! So, in a really, really long time. Basically forever. But the time will pass anyways, so I gotta practice.

[ilovemykastelans]

Of course. And I-*KSCH*-predict—in my high servitorized opinion—that-*KSCH*-you will do great things-*KSCH*-once you are a tech priest, so I am-*KSCH*-excited to see you become one.

[ilovemykastelans]

The servitorization-*KSCH*-was greatly exaggerated

[isuggestthedragon]

HOORAY!

[ilovemykastelans]

HOORAY indeed! It-*KSCH*-is good to see/hear from-*KSCH*-you again.

[isuggestthedragon]

Hehehe. I'm glad you're hear to see/hear.

[ilovemykastelans]

as am-*KSCH*-I. Have the skulls reached-*KSCH*-you ye?

[isuggestthedragon]

Technically, but Blessed Mentor put them in holding for a few days because they're worried the skulls might cause a second Recaf Incident. Somehow.

Mentor's a good people but they can be so fussy sometimes!

[ilovemykastelans]

How does your-*KSCH*-mentor think they would-*KSCH*-cause a recaff incident?-*KSCH*-They are just skulls

[isuggestthedragon]

More of the unintended surprise side effects bit than anything else? But it's because they fuss. I don't think there's anything Mentor hasn't fussed over.

[ilovemykastelans]

Your mentor sounds-*KSCH*-like a well-meaning-*KSCH*-pain in the neck.

[isuggestthedragon]

As fussy as they are, Mentor is very kind and means well. They're old enough to know that the galaxy isn't and doesn't. And they know that there's nothing they can do about it.

But they can fuss over skulls, or Magos Thesmosphoros' recaff intake, or weird readings from the noosphere. So they do. I guess they're content with that.

I don't think I could be. I like biting things too much. I could figure out how to bite misfortune if I was as old as they were.

[ilovemykastelans]

-*KSCH*-Hm. Well, they seem-*KSCH*-interesting to say the least.

With enough belief, you-*KSCH*-can mostly accomplish-*KSCH*-anything you set your-*KSCH*-mind to.

[isuggestthedragon]

I do like them. Even when they are fussing.

Hehehe. I'm going to bite all the problems.

[ilovemykastelans]

Except-*KSCH*-nurg—pestilence. Do not-*KSCH*-bite pestilence.

[isuggestthedragon]

Nooooo, you use disinfectants and antibiotics/antivirals/antifungals on pestilence. And sometimes ionizing radiation. Which is almost as much fun as biting.

[ilovemykastelans]

ah, of course. I-*KSCH*-myself tend to just avoid pestilence-*KSCH*-like the plague. Which it is.

[isuggestthedragon]

Blessed Mentor specializes in plagues! They do poisons and diseases. They wrote a whole manual about four centuries ago for the Askellon sector, but they're always updating it with new things.

Sometimes they let me eat the poisons to study effects, which is lots of fun. And it's good practice for when I get to be venomous!

[ilovemykastelans]

I forget, when will-*KSCH*-you become venomous?