Mindclensed Tech Priest

Once known as Tech Priest Regis I now hold the title of Magos. While I may be damaged due to many cleansings of the mind I am currently mentally stable. Part of the Artisans branch of the mechanicus with a specialization with understanding xenos technology. While many of my own deem me as a heretech I can assure you it is for the imperium. (this is a rp/ question 40k blog. I will take all questions from other tumblrs and anons.)

[tech-priest-regis]

Cooperative Training

Regis looking up frowned as he considered the climb before pushing the arms of his robes up his metallic arms to keep it from catching on his metal limbs as he reached up. Hauling himself up he let the tireless limbs carry him up as he looked for the damaged wiring as his eye scanned for the direct point he needed to fix. His mechandendrites flowed out from his body as they rolled about as they did their own things before the optical turned down at the noise below him. Curiously he looked down at the augmented guard following up under him with the same ease as he slowed his accent to look down at Garret as he tilted his head.  ++Is there something wrong?++

“Yeah. You shouldn't be climbing like this and leaving us down below without words”

Regis frowned as he pulled himself to a ledge and offered a hand down to help pull his guard up. “Your concern is nice but unneeded. I am just repairing some melted wires.” Gripping Garret’s hand he pulled him up as his joints hissed with some strain due to the heavier skeleton he gave the other with the reinforced muscles. Glancing at the data that poured out on the updates on the amount of power and force needed to be applied to life the other he frowned as he was not expecting that as he met the angry eyes of his guard before there was a sharp slap outside the head as the other swatted him. 

“We are your guards. We saw some of your recorded memories of the troubles you expect.  Ah  Ah AH,” he snapped out as he saw the magos’s body shifting to respond as he cut off any noises they may utter. “You gave us a second chance to this life you have to learn to trust us to watch your back and tell us what you need of us. You have SPACE MARINES and DAEMONS that want you dead for Fraks sake.” Regis shrank away as he lightly rubbed where the hand hit his rebreather and diverted his eyes as he knew the guard was right about that. 

“Ah... right yes hmm I need to talk to you more about all your abilities and the like. Such as we can have a silent conversation that is just encrypted to work for just us.”  Letting his shoulders relax from being around his ears he struggled to get his body to take a more relaxed form as he looked down then up and back to Garret, then away again. Couching nervously, he gave in to the words and crossed his legs as he rubs his head before accessing their personal data sphere of the strange data that only they should access. [I will try to use this more. Will this do?] An exasperated look and slack jaw was momentary before the man focused on the strange data as an eye lit up as he examined the text thought. The pause was long as they were still slow with this form of information examine before he worked through to responding [Yes you dumb fuck cock sucker. SHIT I did not mean to sent that] Regis only looked amused as he heard the other struggling to quiet his thoughts using the strange data sphere. [We can try to work at training the use of this so this becomes more natural and easier for you to use the other skills that you should learn.] Patting the ledge next to him Regis indicated for the other to look out as he looked for a target for the man to focus on. [Right I will bring up a video of what I'm looking at you have to find it. One thing at a time.] The process is slow as he forgot such did not come as second nature to others as he forced himself to be patient as he did make them as they now are to keep him safe. Just the internal sensors and mental based systems for the time being. 

Regis grimaced as he indicated he was moving up as he planed on his repairs as he continued to silently instruct the other in their new abilities. Admittedly he did not know where the woman was but she was responding despite him not being able to spot her. Even when he had them sharing what their eyes showed he could not quite figure out where she was. But at least whatever he was doing she seemed to catch on fast but he would admit that Garret would apply it swifter once he got a hold on it that his mind could understand.  [Hey Chief. You teach well. Why did you go for a life of adventuring and danger?] The cool feminine voice sounded out in his mind as he went quiet for some time before responding. 

[Wasn’t my choice. I wanted to be a teacher but life is cruel. I had to destroy my own dreams to keep my sanity or what little I could grip onto. Lessons over for today. If you want to know why there are records you can learn from if you can find them.] Cutting them off at that point he refused to respond to them for the rest of the day as he mulled over his own words as the loss of being a teacher still hurt even if he knew it to be a long lost dream that he smashed out after hard years and xenos tech skills coming into light. Once the wires were replaced he clambered down letting them know as he stalked off towards his office. 

[I will start on calibrating your targeting systems and object identifying software. tomorrow and we will refine these abilities I have gifted onto you with your life.] Closing the door behind himself he wandered over to his desk and quietly started to work on plans for new technology that he could use what he learned of xenos tech to integrate into imperial tech for better efficiency or power. 

[tech-priest-regis]

Summery of time gone by

Regis grimaces as he has gotten his servitors for his own protection. Despite their heavily weaponized forms he could not help but feels like his luck would not allow for them to adapt to the troubles he tended to find himself in. Even with his personally developed upgrades, he rubs his cheek as he looks over the experimental work. Breathing out slowly he quietly sucks on the made nutrient paste to stave off the worst of the corruption from his forced time with the demon prince as he shivers to remember how enthralled he was just to be near them.

However, he can't deny it was an unfortunately enlightening experience as he looks down at his modified hands as he reinforced the simple-looking limbs. Resembling hands of his previously fleshy shape he has made it so they should still be able to spear through metal if it comes down to it. Gritting his teeth, a soft hiss of self-loathing escaped him as he sums up his personal failures for defending himself from forces outside of his own control. Despite the strength, he obtained in his own body he was still weak. The metal limbs failed him many times he tried to weaponize himself. And his laughable streak of fighting at a distance was hardly something he could rely on. But that just means he had to turn his weapons outwards. Just because he was only skilled in demons and corrupted inquisitors meant he needed something better outside of his own body. Hearing the whir of the experimental filtration starting up he closed his eyes as his fingers unclipped his mask from his face as he prepared for the black globs o be expunged from his own body. The bile swiftly rose to the back of his throat as the urge to vomit intermingled with it as the taste of a foul long since rotten sewer sludge coated his tongue as he braced himself on the table as the liquid seeped out. Coughing violently he felt the solid mass force it's way up before the black oozing mess hit the ground as he breathed deeply as his pale expression had what little color drain from his face, wiping what black liquid he can as he looked for the water. Unpleasant but effective in what it was doing but it couldn't undo the damage already wrought on his body.

Silently without a word uttered or indication he wanted to have it cleaned away a small mechanical device moved over and removed all evidence of the cleansing process as he caught his breath. As he regained his composure he straightened up and brushed his hair back as his eyes watched the vat he had with his latest pair of guards that were healing from their operations. Ex-convicts that thought they knew their fates, but he read their compiled reports and they were loyal sorts once it was obtained and he offered them a way out of their situation. They reached a compromised agreement for his own  protection and that they would continue living. Currently resting in the solution he made out of those strange nanobots that were injected into his system by that strange person who claimed he was broken with his holy parts. They rejected his metallic body and perfection but they left many useful tech in him with their attempt to fix him. And strangely easy to manipulate for his own uses for repairing any failing mechanical systems as he studied them and to tend to his new guards. But mass making them has proven to be troublesome when trying to make more outside what the original source built. Slowly he sat down and just rested his eyes before the light tapping got his attention as his mechanical eye looked about to focus on the vats to see one of his new guards awake and conscious. Blinking awake he got the time and snorted in surprise as he must of fallen asleep for several hours in his exhaustion as he rubbed the sleep from his biologic eye. Yawning as his hands remained the rebreather about his face he started to open up the vat of the awake ex-convict. “Sorry, i fell asleep.  I hope you were waiting for long.” Regis mumbled as the doors slid open to allow the man to step out and take the towel nearby to wrap about his waist. His eyes drifted ove to the other and noted they were still sleeping as he turned to do the basic check up on the man. “You feel all right?” “Yes... admittedly i feel better then alright it's like I am younger then I been in a while.” Fingers lightly provided at where the scaring still remained from the surgery and fingered the ports that now lined their skin. Regis watched their expression flicker between uneasy impressed and suspicious as they explored the new additions. “So uh the holes?” “it's so you can integrate with your new suits and allow external customization to keep you protected or reactive with your weapons.” Regis said swiftly as he knew how fragile their relationship was despite agreements. His eyes diverted from the guard as he could not admit to the man he got the ideas from watching space marines exit their armor years ago. While it was using other technology to make it work he had his own personal doubts he could make it to the same level as the marines as they did have a black covering over their bodies he couldn't explain just by watching. “Huh.  So seeing I can still think and act on my own you really didn't turn us into mindless guards.” As they rubbed their arms they winced to the strange feeling of the alterations he made. “Still feels...off.”

Regis just gave him an exhausted look as he watched the movement of the others in silence before finally responding, “It can't be helped. I could not work around that.” Gesturing to the device on the table he indicated for the guy to pick it up as he lifted the connector to plug into the arm port. once secured he indicated the man to open fire on the chalk draw target as normal. The las shot flashed out as typical. His eyes flickered down  at the connection before stepping back slowly after blocking the trigger. “focus on this target,” Regis said as he grabbed the ball off the table and readied himself to throw it up, “And react without using your finger.” Seeing the unamused look from the man he sighed as this will be a process. Throwing it up high he flinched away as the man turned his gun to follow and concentrated on it. Nothing happened as it hit the ground and the man cocked his head as Regis retrieved the ball. tapping his fingers be thought on what else to try as he wasn't all to sure how to explain it to other people before turning and throwing it at the man without warning. Las fire shot out as the man reacted to the danger before giving Regis a dirty look as the ball bounced harmlessly along as scorch marks littered the room. Regis shrugged and laughed nervously, “see it works. Just have to train it.” As the man smirked Regis breathed out as he relaxed as much as he could around the murderer. “Yeah you are right. Ok, what else can we do.” Hearing this Regis grinned from ear to ear under his mask as he started to explain things the man would be interested in as they continued the training to use reactive weapons and other tech to deal with what their agreement was. After some months Regis stood back as he watched the pair adjusting their armaments as they slipped into using them all as a second skin. They were better then he expected them to learn the material as they all build their strange friendship over a new chance in life and the hopes the others would work for them. The strange non-imperial tech he copied allowed them to retain their human shapes and appear normal while giving him the best protection he could tailor for both guard and Magos. Grateful for people to talk to over the months he became quite fond of the pair even if they are supposed to be his guards. Quietly he checked his corruption levels and breathed out as they have been maintaining low levels almost all cleared out. letting his hands spread out his works he covers his head as the radio feed of current events started up as he reached over. The war and chaos invasions were all he heard. pressing his head to his temples he played through his digitalized data with what others were asking of him. Build more weapons. Make new defenses against warp incursions. things that he could not produce on a mass scale or even really on small. Not reasonably any way with imperial tech or even the strong durability for massive damage. Flickering his eyes over failed proto-types and gadgets he looked away before pulling out some papers of the next batch of things to try. disheartening was the progress he lacked as he used a mechandendrite to rub the back of his neck. For all the heretical information he gathered, he could not get it to work like his prototype guards. But that was a combination of various techs well known, and well studied. His eyes flickered over their blueprints buried under papers before pulling them out as he hoped for a spark of inspiration as he just took in his messy chicken scratch. biting down on the comfort jerky he mulls over information as the data works its way into his brain before pulling out a gadget to play around with the simple mechanical toy. there are always ways to achieve the desired effect. Just the housing is too weak in the small prototypes.

[tech-priest-regis]

boops repeatedly

Regis swats the hand booping hard before one of his guards gets in the way to apply force to move the Anon away from the Magos. “Please do not harass the Magos.”

[tech-priest-regis]

I have loged on and dear omnisshia things have changed

[tech-priest-regis]

Andromeda knocks on Regis' door and waits.

Regis opens the door as he looks puzzled at who was knocking on the door. Blinking he stepped back as he ran through the data banks before smiling despite a large gap in memory about the person before him.  The pain started as he felt the headache of locked memories acting up as he rubbed his temple as he stopped looking as it was something he must not of delt with but their wasn’t a warning so wasn’t her but something that happened around her. 

“Andromeda. Its been some time.” 

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

“Techpriests are pretty handy folks to have around. Mind wiping huh? You sound like you have seen some hell so out of respect I shall not further ask. I have had nothing but fond memories around you though.” She giggles. “It is pretty disgusting to know people have used you for intended evils.” She scowls. “I might still be a little protective over you it is just in my nature is all.”

[tech-priest-regis]

Regis grimiced and looked away. "Mind wiping has its uses. But there are gaps that it seems like others wanted me to forget before I willingly went under. Most of the bad stuff i can not recall till the next batch of events are fixed. I... Havent gotten to the ones that involve you but i remember every thi g being nice." His expression softened with a mild look of worry as he knew it was about her but not that she caused it. As she mentioned people intending evil he rubbed his head."Yes well bad luck to have it happen but enough good luck to surive it. That has been my life, a series of bad events and stubborn enough not to give in." He rubbed at his cheek and closed his eye as he thought on his memories. "I have learned.... I do not like librarians they are cruel space marines and eldars I rather have shooting at me."

[tech-priest-regis]

Andromeda knocks on Regis' door and waits.

Regis opens the door as he looks puzzled at who was knocking on the door. Blinking he stepped back as he ran through the data banks before smiling despite a large gap in memory about the person before him.  The pain started as he felt the headache of locked memories acting up as he rubbed his temple as he stopped looking as it was something he must not of delt with but their wasn’t a warning so wasn’t her but something that happened around her. 

“Andromeda. Its been some time.” 

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

She nods and looks at Regis. “I very much agree. I am no longer an angry sister of battle, I was told I wasn’t showing enough rage. Thankfully Order of our Martyred Lady had room. But enough about me, you look like you haven’t eaten for days.” She hands over a bowl containing noodle soup. “Permission to enter?”

[tech-priest-regis]

Regis quietly stared at her as his eye drifted towards the armor as he took in the armor and the changes before snapping out of it. His eye darted away before snapping back as he grimiced under his Rebreather as she pointed out his leaner form. Stepping aside he let her in as he responded. “Yes I was stuck on a ship after the storms started. We ened up crippled for some time. So …Well you know me well enough to know I miss meals.”

As she entered he closed the door behind her and snuck a glance at his mirror to clarify his apperance. It wasn’t that bad as he considered he has put a little but of weight back on with hearty foods offered at the church. Then his attenrion snapped to hiw did she find him in the hotel he set himself up in who I awaiting formal ceremony of becoming a magos. “Ah… Did you find me by chance?”

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

“Correct.” She nods. “You look fancy. What is the occasion Regis? It’s got to be something good.” She smiles at him warmly. “I’ve been taking on more responsibilities as Seraphim I forgot to talk to individuals in the past who made an impact during my walks of life. Now I wish to see how my old companions are doing. Perhaps provide help.”

[tech-priest-regis]

Regis rubbed at his nose before wincing as his finger pulled at the stitches holding his skin together. “Oh hmm had to get new robes and finally took on a rank I been delayed for… Years. Before reentering the inquisition.” He coughed as he looked watched her as she was not the only one who was bad about remembering to keep in contact. When she mentioned old companions he perked up as it has been some week as he recalled Vespus and the others as it seemed like a twist in fate. “Funny… I tracked down Vespus recently and well ended up trapped on a ship with Brutis and the other blood angels we traveled with and … just strange we are all getting back in the same area about the same time.”

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

She gasps hearing his great news. “About time! You earned it. Perhaps I can visit to see you getting promoted? That would be grand.” She smirks. “Damn. This is great.” She smiles at him and pats his back. “You feeling nervous about it? Look at my tech priest improving himself.” She chuckles.

[tech-priest-regis]

“Uh sort of. I mean it brings on more duties and… Politics.” He breathed deeply and closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his rebreather as he thought on having somone out side the faith there who did not know of the petty bickering inside the priesthood. While that would make another target she was a seraphim. The troubles between the esslisarchy and the cult of the machine would stall any assination attempts but increasse the amount of attempted intrapments. “Yes. Very much so seeing magos of various different sects will be there. And I would like for you to be there in your full armor and weapons.” Opening his eye it was clear there was general stress of doing any formal ceramonal events were he was a center of attention. This was not a side of his religion he really wanted to engage with but he made his choices and even if he didnt take a side like he did it would still be difficult.

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

Her eyes widen hearing his offer, “Y-You mean it? Of course I am happy to go! It would be an honor to see your big day. As a Seraphim I have been taking on lots of responsibilities myself. I think you will do fine.” She pats him on the back gently then adjusts his cloak to look presentable. “There, hope that helps a bit. A little goes a long way with impressions.” She smiles at him. “It feels great to see you again, hope you know that.” She chuckles. “Now…tell me how you have been. You must have some stories.”

[tech-priest-regis]

Regis let his shoulders droop as she was fussing with his robes and closes his eyes as he does not fight the fussing. "Ah... Really even if i left the ship under extream duress it seems. My memory is slowly being repaired and working through therapy in steps." When asked for stories he blincks slowly before looking about in thought as he summerised his events. "I ... Yes but nothing worth talking about really. A trio of kids used me as a make shift parental unit after a mistake I did after I obliterated my original memories because I couldn't take it. But they are getting filtered over time and restored as tramas have been left out as I deal one at a time. Hmm was far to trusting... Seems like my skills or behavor is liked among questionable types. Galmech's chapter members are more then willing to kill anyone they see as a risk of a dangerious heretek. Hmm... There are a few things I don't wish to talk about involved with eldars and cultist." What ever about those two he mentioned was a clear sore spot he did not wish to talk about at this time.

[tech-priest-regis]

Andromeda knocks on Regis' door and waits.

Regis opens the door as he looks puzzled at who was knocking on the door. Blinking he stepped back as he ran through the data banks before smiling despite a large gap in memory about the person before him.  The pain started as he felt the headache of locked memories acting up as he rubbed his temple as he stopped looking as it was something he must not of delt with but their wasn’t a warning so wasn’t her but something that happened around her. 

“Andromeda. Its been some time.” 

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

She nods and looks at Regis. “I very much agree. I am no longer an angry sister of battle, I was told I wasn’t showing enough rage. Thankfully Order of our Martyred Lady had room. But enough about me, you look like you haven’t eaten for days.” She hands over a bowl containing noodle soup. “Permission to enter?”

[tech-priest-regis]

Regis quietly stared at her as his eye drifted towards the armor as he took in the armor and the changes before snapping out of it. His eye darted away before snapping back as he grimiced under his Rebreather as she pointed out his leaner form. Stepping aside he let her in as he responded. “Yes I was stuck on a ship after the storms started. We ened up crippled for some time. So …Well you know me well enough to know I miss meals.”

As she entered he closed the door behind her and snuck a glance at his mirror to clarify his apperance. It wasn’t that bad as he considered he has put a little but of weight back on with hearty foods offered at the church. Then his attenrion snapped to hiw did she find him in the hotel he set himself up in who I awaiting formal ceremony of becoming a magos. “Ah… Did you find me by chance?”

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

“Correct.” She nods. “You look fancy. What is the occasion Regis? It’s got to be something good.” She smiles at him warmly. “I’ve been taking on more responsibilities as Seraphim I forgot to talk to individuals in the past who made an impact during my walks of life. Now I wish to see how my old companions are doing. Perhaps provide help.”

[tech-priest-regis]

Regis rubbed at his nose before wincing as his finger pulled at the stitches holding his skin together. “Oh hmm had to get new robes and finally took on a rank I been delayed for… Years. Before reentering the inquisition.” He coughed as he looked watched her as she was not the only one who was bad about remembering to keep in contact. When she mentioned old companions he perked up as it has been some week as he recalled Vespus and the others as it seemed like a twist in fate. “Funny… I tracked down Vespus recently and well ended up trapped on a ship with Brutis and the other blood angels we traveled with and … just strange we are all getting back in the same area about the same time.”

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

She gasps hearing his great news. “About time! You earned it. Perhaps I can visit to see you getting promoted? That would be grand.” She smirks. “Damn. This is great.” She smiles at him and pats his back. “You feeling nervous about it? Look at my tech priest improving himself.” She chuckles.

[tech-priest-regis]

"Uh sort of. I mean it brings on more duties and... Politics." He breathed deeply and closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his rebreather as he thought on having somone out side the faith there who did not know of the petty bickering inside the priesthood. While that would make another target she was a seraphim. The troubles between the esslisarchy and the cult of the machine would stall any assination attempts but increasse the amount of attempted intrapments. "Yes. Very much so seeing magos of various different sects will be there. And I would like for you to be there in your full armor and weapons." Opening his eye it was clear there was general stress of doing any formal ceramonal events were he was a center of attention. This was not a side of his religion he really wanted to engage with but he made his choices and even if he didnt take a side like he did it would still be difficult.

[vespus-returns]

Regis finally tracked down another member of a group he worked with as he rubbed at his healing sitches after somone sliced his face open. Shifting the large box under his arms he used one of his limbs to allow himself into the area the Blood Ravens were. Scanning the post humans, he stayed out of their way and out from underfoot as he looked for the familer astartes from a picture he had. Finally spotting the man, Regis made his way over and worked to get his attention. "Ah... Vespus?"

Vespus was on a slight break from his crusading.  He had begun his usual rites and practices in his daily routine with his Battle-Brothers.  However, Vespus found himself unable to focus on that when he heard a very familiar voice call out to him.

Vespus almost spun around to look at the source.  When he saw his old companion from his days in the Inquisition, Vespus did something unusual for an Astartes: He put on a smile.  “Regis! It has been so long!” he replied, walking up to the Tech-Priest.  “I see you yet live.  That is quite the relief to find out for me.  What brings you all the way out here? Did you just come to visit?”

[vespus-returns]

tech-priest-regis‌:

There was a flash of childish wonder of how he once viewed the astartes when younger before he siffled it as mild embarrassment colored his cheeks. “Oh that is good!” He chirped out cheerfully. “I am sure Archmagos Dominus Cawl is quite happy about that.” He paused and looked down as he evaluated what he could offer to the cause before his shoulders slumpped ever so slightly as he really couldn’t. “Ah.. Things are going to go better right? That last push chaos hasnt made them any more dangerious then before..i mean.” He finally brought up some fears of the changes all the recent events now that he was out of direct conflict on the ship and able to think a past how to get a ship to a port.

“It will take a great deal of time before the Imperium can push Chaos back to the fullest, but with the full might of our forces at work, I am certain that we will succeed,” Vespus responded.  Vespus rolled his shoulders around some.  “It is not as if we are destined to fall.  We have lasted for 10,000 years already, and I know that we shall last for longer still.”

[tech-priest-regis]

"That is comforting. Even if it isn't likely to be in my life time." When destiny was brought up he frowned as he hardly belived in such. However the addition of how long they have surived he nodded as he relaxed. Admittedly he had no idea what he would do if imperium would of fall. His mind drifted to history as he realized how little he had as he rubbed his head. But he stopped as he recalled he should give Vespus a direct line to Brutis. Scribbling down the vox frequency and the ship he serves, he handed it over. "Before I forget. Here is Brutis's information. "

[tech-priest-regis]

Andromeda knocks on Regis' door and waits.

Regis opens the door as he looks puzzled at who was knocking on the door. Blinking he stepped back as he ran through the data banks before smiling despite a large gap in memory about the person before him.  The pain started as he felt the headache of locked memories acting up as he rubbed his temple as he stopped looking as it was something he must not of delt with but their wasn’t a warning so wasn’t her but something that happened around her. 

“Andromeda. Its been some time.” 

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

She nods and looks at Regis. “I very much agree. I am no longer an angry sister of battle, I was told I wasn’t showing enough rage. Thankfully Order of our Martyred Lady had room. But enough about me, you look like you haven’t eaten for days.” She hands over a bowl containing noodle soup. “Permission to enter?”

[tech-priest-regis]

Regis quietly stared at her as his eye drifted towards the armor as he took in the armor and the changes before snapping out of it. His eye darted away before snapping back as he grimiced under his Rebreather as she pointed out his leaner form. Stepping aside he let her in as he responded. “Yes I was stuck on a ship after the storms started. We ened up crippled for some time. So …Well you know me well enough to know I miss meals.”

As she entered he closed the door behind her and snuck a glance at his mirror to clarify his apperance. It wasn’t that bad as he considered he has put a little but of weight back on with hearty foods offered at the church. Then his attenrion snapped to hiw did she find him in the hotel he set himself up in who I awaiting formal ceremony of becoming a magos. “Ah… Did you find me by chance?”

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

“Correct.” She nods. “You look fancy. What is the occasion Regis? It’s got to be something good.” She smiles at him warmly. “I’ve been taking on more responsibilities as Seraphim I forgot to talk to individuals in the past who made an impact during my walks of life. Now I wish to see how my old companions are doing. Perhaps provide help.”

[tech-priest-regis]

Regis rubbed at his nose before wincing as his finger pulled at the stitches holding his skin together. “Oh hmm had to get new robes and finally took on a rank I been delayed for... Years. Before reentering the inquisition.” He coughed as he looked watched her as she was not the only one who was bad about remembering to keep in contact. When she mentioned old companions he perked up as it has been some week as he recalled Vespus and the others as it seemed like a twist in fate. “Funny... I tracked down Vespus recently and well ended up trapped on a ship with Brutis and the other blood angels we traveled with and ... just strange we are all getting back in the same area about the same time.”

[vespus-returns]

Regis finally tracked down another member of a group he worked with as he rubbed at his healing sitches after somone sliced his face open. Shifting the large box under his arms he used one of his limbs to allow himself into the area the Blood Ravens were. Scanning the post humans, he stayed out of their way and out from underfoot as he looked for the familer astartes from a picture he had. Finally spotting the man, Regis made his way over and worked to get his attention. "Ah... Vespus?"

Vespus was on a slight break from his crusading.  He had begun his usual rites and practices in his daily routine with his Battle-Brothers.  However, Vespus found himself unable to focus on that when he heard a very familiar voice call out to him.

Vespus almost spun around to look at the source.  When he saw his old companion from his days in the Inquisition, Vespus did something unusual for an Astartes: He put on a smile.  “Regis! It has been so long!” he replied, walking up to the Tech-Priest.  “I see you yet live.  That is quite the relief to find out for me.  What brings you all the way out here? Did you just come to visit?”

[vespus-returns]

tech-priest-regis‌:

Regis’s stance crumpled as his shoulders fell forward as he made himself smaller at the request about not dying. “Ah sure.” Poking his fingers together stilled as his survival skills was mentioned. “Er…Yes but i mean it would be nice if the situations did not happen. It is getting more difficult to spring back from injuries. Even if it is replacing parts with metal.” He indicated with his now metal limbs as he breathed out as each time it was because someone removed a limb and he was able to get away.  “And having to find alternative means of avoiding getting hurt. React before the blows can hit.” He trailed off before coughing nervously. “Oh uh. Well How is your chapter holding up with those… rumors of larger astartes?” He heard whispers of them but he knew little about it besides they were bigger then normal space marines which seems ridicules to him. 

“The Primaris? We’ve been integrating them into our ranks just fine,” Vespus responded.  “There is still room for standard Astartes combat doctrine, so we do not deploy the Primaris in every engagement.  I must admit, however, they are highly competent warriors, and I am pleased to have them in the Chapter, especially after our last few disasters.”

[tech-priest-regis]

There was a flash of childish wonder of how he once viewed the astartes when younger before he siffled it as mild embarrassment colored his cheeks. "Oh that is good!" He chirped out cheerfully. "I am sure Archmagos Dominus Cawl is quite happy about that." He paused and looked down as he evaluated what he could offer to the cause before his shoulders slumpped ever so slightly as he really couldn't. "Ah.. Things are going to go better right? That last push chaos hasnt made them any more dangerious then before..i mean." He finally brought up some fears of the changes all the recent events now that he was out of direct conflict on the ship and able to think a past how to get a ship to a port.

[tech-priest-regis]

Andromeda knocks on Regis' door and waits.

Regis opens the door as he looks puzzled at who was knocking on the door. Blinking he stepped back as he ran through the data banks before smiling despite a large gap in memory about the person before him.  The pain started as he felt the headache of locked memories acting up as he rubbed his temple as he stopped looking as it was something he must not of delt with but their wasn’t a warning so wasn’t her but something that happened around her. 

“Andromeda. Its been some time.” 

[seraphimandromeda-blog]

She nods and looks at Regis. “I very much agree. I am no longer an angry sister of battle, I was told I wasn’t showing enough rage. Thankfully Order of our Martyred Lady had room. But enough about me, you look like you haven’t eaten for days.” She hands over a bowl containing noodle soup. “Permission to enter?”

[tech-priest-regis]

Regis quietly stared at her as his eye drifted towards the armor as he took in the armor and the changes before snapping out of it. His eye darted away before snapping back as he grimiced under his Rebreather as she pointed out his leaner form. Stepping aside he let her in as he responded. "Yes I was stuck on a ship after the storms started. We ened up crippled for some time. So ...Well you know me well enough to know I miss meals."

As she entered he closed the door behind her and snuck a glance at his mirror to clarify his apperance. It wasn't that bad as he considered he has put a little but of weight back on with hearty foods offered at the church. Then his attenrion snapped to hiw did she find him in the hotel he set himself up in who I awaiting formal ceremony of becoming a magos. "Ah... Did you find me by chance?"

[tech-priest-regis]

Andromeda knocks on Regis' door and waits.

Regis opens the door as he looks puzzled at who was knocking on the door. Blinking he stepped back as he ran through the data banks before smiling despite a large gap in memory about the person before him.  The pain started as he felt the headache of locked memories acting up as he rubbed his temple as he stopped looking as it was something he must not of delt with but their wasn't a warning so wasn't her but something that happened around her. 

“Andromeda. Its been some time.” 

[tech-priest-regis]

mercie-haemonculous be came aware of a Techpriest.

Regis woke up as he felt uneasy as if his whole chest was vibrating to tighten up. Rubbing his plated sternum so he can protect the tech inside of his chest cavity he looked about as he did not know what he woke up from his sleep. Yawning he continues to look about before laying back as he frowned as he hoped his sleeplessness wasnt returning so fast. Admittedly now what he was actually getting sleep again he should of suspected nightmares and the inability to stay as keep would return. Looking at the clock he folded a set of arms behind him as he staired up at the ceiling. As he half closed his eyes he fully had a memory of an eldar poke its self into his head as irritation and deep unease of being in a bed now pulled at him. Rolling out of bed he resigned himself to no more sleeping as he chected on his healing wounds and tended to them. But there was just an uneasy feeling of something watching that he couldnt place. Hopefully the protection of servitor guards will put some of this at ease once he gets them.

[mercie-haemonculous]

The haemonculous appears on his ceiling similar to a spider within it’s web. He hears a slight feminine giggle and whispered voice indicate, “Aren’t you just precious? I can taste that fear surfacing on your skin.” The sentence gets finished off by mad cackling.

[tech-priest-regis]

The generally nervous techpriest felt his stomach drop as his finger pulled on his wound sending sharp pain across the bridge of his nose and under his good eye. Unable to stop the clock of pain as his teeth clenched, he twisted about defensively as his heart pounded in his chest. And it stsrted to beat faster as he took in the eldar female as he stepped back into the table. Extending his hand he called just the metal staff into his hand and a snap of electricity arched off it. Squilishing fear was never his strong suit as he reacted on his fear to keep suriving as his green eye locked onto her as his mechanical eye whirled about for other dangers.

Giving her a fearful glower he kept silent as his jaw was clenched tightly as one of his extra mechanical arms reached about for the las pistol he kept on him. “What do you want eldar?” He spat as he had no love for eldar and much more fear of the females after the corsair who just wanted a little fun.

[mercie-haemonculous]

She crawls across the ceiling on all fours and exits cackling maniacally as she departs. Her laughter echoes in the halls.

[tech-priest-regis]

As the dark eldar left Regis powered down the staff and started to shake in terror as he sank down to his knees. A breath of relief escaped him as he rested on his metal legs and took deep breaths. While he got no answer he did not have to fight a loosing battle that would of been over in moments. His shots were bad and his physical fighting skills was mostly his strength if he connected with his attacker. IF he connected. getting to his feet after some time he locked the door then placed a set of bells taped to the window so he had a small warning about any thing new showing up. 

[vespus-returns]

Regis finally tracked down another member of a group he worked with as he rubbed at his healing sitches after somone sliced his face open. Shifting the large box under his arms he used one of his limbs to allow himself into the area the Blood Ravens were. Scanning the post humans, he stayed out of their way and out from underfoot as he looked for the familer astartes from a picture he had. Finally spotting the man, Regis made his way over and worked to get his attention. "Ah... Vespus?"

Vespus was on a slight break from his crusading.  He had begun his usual rites and practices in his daily routine with his Battle-Brothers.  However, Vespus found himself unable to focus on that when he heard a very familiar voice call out to him.

Vespus almost spun around to look at the source.  When he saw his old companion from his days in the Inquisition, Vespus did something unusual for an Astartes: He put on a smile.  “Regis! It has been so long!” he replied, walking up to the Tech-Priest.  “I see you yet live.  That is quite the relief to find out for me.  What brings you all the way out here? Did you just come to visit?”

[vespus-returns]

tech-priest-regis‌:

A short laugh escaped him as there was a pained tone. “It was my greastest expertise wasn’t it. But it was what I ended up being good with.” Regis looked away as there was an emotion he had not let many see when it came to talking about his skills, a shamed acceptance.

“Ah well we do have to keep ahead of chaos and xenos forces don’t we.” The previous emotion vanished under hope and the brighter side of his work. “Even if it is using xeno tech and some heretical information to combat them.” He breathed out in a breath as he slumped a bit. “And hopefully it is a long time with out much direct combat.” He lightly rubbed at the burn scars he got from the librarian in the attack before he recovered enough to see people. “And hopefully my luck in not dying holds out as well. Much like your skills on the battle field.” He made a poor attempt of humorious flattery of his own mortality for Vespus.

“I would rather you not jest about the prospect of dying,” Vespus responded.  “Though only in death does duty end, that does not mean that we cannot make it last as long as possible.  Besides, your survival skills have proven to be quite capable since we have last met.”  Vespus decided against commenting on the usage of Xenotech and heretical knowledge.  In the end, Regis had a point, but he did not like to admit it.

[tech-priest-regis]

Regis’s stance crumpled as his shoulders fell forward as he made himself smaller at the request about not dying. “Ah sure.” Poking his fingers together stilled as his survival skills was mentioned. “Er...Yes but i mean it would be nice if the situations did not happen. It is getting more difficult to spring back from injuries. Even if it is replacing parts with metal.” He indicated with his now metal limbs as he breathed out as each time it was because someone removed a limb and he was able to get away.  “And having to find alternative means of avoiding getting hurt. React before the blows can hit.” He trailed off before coughing nervously. “Oh uh. Well How is your chapter holding up with those... rumors of larger astartes?” He heard whispers of them but he knew little about it besides they were bigger then normal space marines which seems ridicules to him. 

[sphinxmemesmusings]

First Interaction Starters!

“Hey- Oh! Sorry, thought you were someone else.”

“Do I know you? Cause I’d like to.”

“Oh sorry! I was zoned out!”

“Ooo, that’s an awesome tattoo!”

“Ah crap, the door’s locked.”

“Woah, that’s a cool eye color.”

“Where the hell am I?”

“Ugh… I think I’m lost. Can you help me?”

“Well this is a fun way to meet new people.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Don’t you know to look before you cross a street?!”

“You lost or something?”

“Do you need some help?”

“You need something?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around this part of town alone.”

“Hi, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I think you knew my parents.”

“Hey, you dropped this.”

“Oh goodness! I’m so sorry!”

“Um… Hello…”

“What are you looking at?”

“Hey aren’t you ____?”

“Well I didn’t expect this to happen today.”

“I don’t know you, but will you marry me?”

[vespus-returns]

Regis finally tracked down another member of a group he worked with as he rubbed at his healing sitches after somone sliced his face open. Shifting the large box under his arms he used one of his limbs to allow himself into the area the Blood Ravens were. Scanning the post humans, he stayed out of their way and out from underfoot as he looked for the familer astartes from a picture he had. Finally spotting the man, Regis made his way over and worked to get his attention. "Ah... Vespus?"

Vespus was on a slight break from his crusading.  He had begun his usual rites and practices in his daily routine with his Battle-Brothers.  However, Vespus found himself unable to focus on that when he heard a very familiar voice call out to him.

Vespus almost spun around to look at the source.  When he saw his old companion from his days in the Inquisition, Vespus did something unusual for an Astartes: He put on a smile.  “Regis! It has been so long!” he replied, walking up to the Tech-Priest.  “I see you yet live.  That is quite the relief to find out for me.  What brings you all the way out here? Did you just come to visit?”

[vespus-returns]

tech-priest-regis‌:

“Skilled very since that was the only thing I seemed good at. And the title sort of is worth it. Just gets me a bit more clout with other mechanicus but more duties are expected of me.” He admited as he rubbed his head as it was a bit of a pain to deal with the politics he kept every one else out of if he had the choice. A soft laugh escaped him as he was told to guard the knowlage he has gained. “Absolutly. I been placing what I can where the information and knowlage will not cause more pain then I expect. It would be ashamed if someone hordes it all way not to be used. Admittedly not a lot of my stuff can be release to the public.” He breathed out as he wished he was not remembered for his hybrid technology.

“I suppose such is to be expected,” Vespus concluded.  “Your field of expertise was always questionable to the Imperium.”  Granted, Vespus was little better given his history.  He knew at least one unsanctioned mutant and consciously chose to ignore that status, on top of him knowing about a planet that was full of mutants and xenos, guided by something that may or may not be heretical, and he chose against letting the Imperium know about it.

“Still, it is good to see that you are applying your expertise as best you can with your new title.  Hopefully it will continue to aid you long-term.”

[tech-priest-regis]

A short laugh escaped him as there was a pained tone. "It was my greastest expertise wasn't it. But it was what I ended up being good with." Regis looked away as there was an emotion he had not let many see when it came to talking about his skills, a shamed acceptance.

"Ah well we do have to keep ahead of chaos and xenos forces don't we." The previous emotion vanished under hope and the brighter side of his work. "Even if it is using xeno tech and some heretical information to combat them." He breathed out in a breath as he slumped a bit. "And hopefully it is a long time with out much direct combat." He lightly rubbed at the burn scars he got from the librarian in the attack before he recovered enough to see people. "And hopefully my luck in not dying holds out as well. Much like your skills on the battle field." He made a poor attempt of humorious flattery of his own mortality for Vespus.

[vespus-returns]

Regis finally tracked down another member of a group he worked with as he rubbed at his healing sitches after somone sliced his face open. Shifting the large box under his arms he used one of his limbs to allow himself into the area the Blood Ravens were. Scanning the post humans, he stayed out of their way and out from underfoot as he looked for the familer astartes from a picture he had. Finally spotting the man, Regis made his way over and worked to get his attention. "Ah... Vespus?"

Vespus was on a slight break from his crusading.  He had begun his usual rites and practices in his daily routine with his Battle-Brothers.  However, Vespus found himself unable to focus on that when he heard a very familiar voice call out to him.

Vespus almost spun around to look at the source.  When he saw his old companion from his days in the Inquisition, Vespus did something unusual for an Astartes: He put on a smile.  “Regis! It has been so long!” he replied, walking up to the Tech-Priest.  “I see you yet live.  That is quite the relief to find out for me.  What brings you all the way out here? Did you just come to visit?”

[vespus-returns]

tech-priest-regis‌:

“That… Must be nice.” Regis admitted as he mostly gets by with out having to write many reports to the inquisition but the mechanicus being petty for political reasons. But then again how space marines fuctioned remained a massive enigma to him when it came to their politics inside their chapters and groups. There was a moment he thought on what reports he had written in the past but it was all over his last mssions and the fact most of his first time inquistors were found dead or missing with little evidence of who did it. That was right no one really asked him to do paper work due to the signs of stress he continually showed when around his first inquistion group but relaxed around officials.

Shaking his head slightly he got out of his thoughts. “ Oh yeah. I finally accepted pending promotion to become a magos of my field. So now I can actually properly request a lab from the mexhanicus. Its been in the systems since before I first met you but with things getting… Hot with recent events it seemed like I should actually proceed and stop avoid the rank the priesthood been trying to tack onto me even if my area of study is not favorable.”

“That sounds like a wise idea,” Vespus responded.  “You always were capable as a Techpriest as I recall.”  And it wasn’t hard for Vespus to recall, given his gene-seed and his Chapter’s mutations on such.  “It is quite pleasing to see that things are improving for you.  With that new title of yours, it should be easier for you to accomplish your goals.  Knowledge is power, guard it well my friend.”

[tech-priest-regis]

"Skilled very since that was the only thing I seemed good at. And the title sort of is worth it. Just gets me a bit more clout with other mechanicus but more duties are expected of me." He admited as he rubbed his head as it was a bit of a pain to deal with the politics he kept every one else out of if he had the choice. A soft laugh escaped him as he was told to guard the knowlage he has gained. "Absolutly. I been placing what I can where the information and knowlage will not cause more pain then I expect. It would be ashamed if someone hordes it all way not to be used. Admittedly not a lot of my stuff can be release to the public." He breathed out as he wished he was not remembered for his hybrid technology.