++Cryptek's Log, Entry no. 12,554,775,500++
A sizeable earthquake collapsed part of the hangar today and left two ghost arks ruined. I'll be able to fix them eventually, but for the time being I'm just using what's left of them to prop up a section of the hangar from collapsing further. His Majesty wasn't happy, and said he expected a more elegant solution than that. I told him I'd be happy to, but he'd need to put more immortals at my command. He said my solution was fine.
One of the lords has been pestering me almost nonstop for upgrades to his armour and inbuilt weapons systems. I keep telling him I really don't have the time, and he keeps asking me if I'm ready yet after barely an hour has passed. You'd think existing for a few hundred million years would do a thing or two for a person's patience, but you'd be wrong. He's asking me to build him a newer fancier body. I really don't wanna do it. I mean I really really don't wanna do it, but when he started persistently checking up on me in my lab it got to me. So I stuck a cape and a crown on a spare immortal chassis and hung it in a suspension field, told him I was working on it and said I'd let him know when it's done. He's left me alone since then, but now he's going around bragging about his upcoming new body. This is gonna lead to a flood of demands from the rest of the court, I just know it.
My flayer traps have caught about fifteen flayers so far. I'm not really sure what to do with them yet, so for now I'm just leaving them in frozen time pockets until I can find a suitable world to release them back into the wild. This is why I need wraiths, so I can send them on scouting forays and track down worlds that still have eldar living on them. Flayers would love living on a planet where they can prey on those pompous bastards...
Nonsense is our Salvation
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