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‘Our work is almost complete. The dimensional baffle will be ready by the time we land. How are you feeling?’ Zelia exchanged a surprised look with Talen. Empathy from the Martian! Wonders would never cease. Of course, Talen couldn’t pass up an excuse to tease him. ‘Careful, Mek,’ he said, leaning over the back of Zelia’s chair. ‘You almost sound human, there.’ ‘Thank you,’ came the clipped reply. ‘Maybe you should try it yourself, Talen Stormweaver.’ ‘Ooooh,’ Zelia teased, giggling. ‘That’s gotta hurt.’ Talen shook his head, smiling despite the gentle ribbing. ‘I know you’re missing me, Cog-Boy.’ ‘Like a hole in a fuel reservoir.’ From: Tomb of the Necron, Cavan Scott

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‘And it is quite fascinating,’ Mekki replied enthusiastically. ‘We had to adjust the trajectory for gravitation fields and stellar anomalies…’ Zelia couldn’t help but stifle a sigh. ‘Perhaps you should jump to the short version,’ Talen prompted. ‘Really?’ Mekki actually sounded disappointed. From: Tomb of the Necron, Cavan Scott

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‘Standard template constructs,’ Mekki repeated. ‘They are a record, an index containing the sum total of human knowledge.’ ‘So far, you mean?’ He shook his head. ‘Not according to the Mechanicus. The STCs contain the blueprints for every building, every weapon, every vehicle and every tool utilised by the Imperium. There can be no deviation. That’s why the hives of Targian look so similar, for example, to the hives of Aralan or Regallus.’ ‘Because they’re constructed using the same plans.’ ‘And built with exactly the same tools.’ ‘So, your parents thought they could do better?’ ‘They thought they should be allowed to try. The Adeptus Mechanicus are narrow-minded at best and fanatical at worst. We are not allowed to innovate, to think for ourselves.’ He lifted the exo-frame that encased his withered arm, the servos creaking. ‘According to the STC, this limb should have been removed at birth, replaced with a bionic device…’ ‘But you followed a different path.’ From: Plague of the Nurglings, Cavan Scott

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‘He told us?’ ‘You speak his language?’ ‘No, but Mekki…’ Her voice trailed off. Admitting that Mekki had attempted to forge a link to Fleapit’s cybernetic implants probably wasn’t a good idea, especially when talking to an inquisitor. Jeremias leant forward in his chair, the grox-leather creaking. ‘Mekki did what?’ ‘I… communicated with him,’ Mekki admitted. Jeremias’s jaw clenched at the revelation, a vein throbbing at his temple. ‘You are a psyker?’ The Martian shook his head. ‘No. It was a data-exchange, nothing more. Flegan-Pala had dropped into a hibernation cycle.’ ‘Mekki tried to wake him up,’ Talen said, jumping to his friend’s defence. Mekki nodded. ‘And in the process, I learned a little about his past. Images, that is all.’ ‘And you believed them? You believed a xenos?’ The inquisitor looked at him sadly. ‘Mekki, aliens cannot be trusted, especially a life form as devious as a Jokaero.'

From: Plague of the Nurglings, Cavan Scott

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She turned to Mekki. ‘Can you help Talen take off his vest?’ ‘I can manage,’ Talen insisted, struggling – and failing – to remove his armless jacket. ‘Actually, no… I can’t.'

From: Claws of the Genestealer, Cavan Scott