Adriun arrived with the other Captains as was requested, before docking he had delivered Ten brand new Fellglaives to the Captain of the Second as he had always planned on doing, whether or not Kunzhardt took it as some sort of play by the Master of the Forge was not Adriun’s concern, it was a simple act of camaraderie and hopefully cemented some trust. However he looked on at all that had gathered and nodded in kind, and then turned his attention to the Warsmith, who looked rather hateful at the moment; the Imperium’s Loyal Pups brought the worst out of him.
--"You know by heart our standard method of warfare; to break our foe through the methodical and careful application of force. Like a neck between our fingers, pressure must be applied in the correct places until we feel give, and upon their yielding to our efforts we do not relent; instead we move the pressure to those failing zones and double it there, and keep applying it until our fingers meet the palms of our hands. The guns of the XIXth have yet to fail to bring a foe to their knees, but for this campaign I do not intend to use them - insofar as we usually do"--
Adriun was unfazed by this development, he wondered why but it did not shock him at all.
--"The Wolves have long held a deep love for mortals, viewing, at times, the lives of the individuals that make up their rotten empire as important as the empire itself. To that end, they have performed foolish acts on the battlefield to do no more than save handfuls of mortal lives. This is something that we will exploit. They presume that the mortals on Pelexis are safe under their care; I intend to prove to them that their protection is worthless. The mortals are to be used as weapons against them, to draw them out of their lair - and in the act, ensure that the Imperium learns that they cannot be allowed to forget us"--
This development though panged at something deep within himself, ideas he hid deep in the storage banks of his Cogitator, where only he could look, a tactic he had learned in dealing with Psykers, he could just keep information he wished private out of his biological mind, and separate from his conscious and unconscious desires. He just barely stopped himself from having visions of his child hood. He maintained his stoic face but deep within his cogitator, disgust brewed.
He nodded and took note of the Warsmith’s brutal seriousness in his conviction to maintain his plan.
--"This is a plan that must be played out exactly if it is to have the effect that I desire. Think of this less a battle than a culling. On the table before you are data-slates, each marked for one of you. Take them and study, we will enter realspace in the Pelexis system in 38 hours. Iron Within"--
With the meeting concluded, he browsed his data slate, taking rapid note of the plan he had to execute, he wondered at the purpose of the tower, and he could assume much from it. The Platforms could make excellent weapon emplacements, and the conveyor could easily move munitions, however he feared a far more disturbing purpose due to its positioning. He quickly rejected the idea, it had to have some military application, he hoped.
He sighed as he walked the corridors, and he voxed his Master Architek, one Eryx Anagos, an Olympian born Tech-Marine who showed great aptitude in construction, he was an eccentric one, holding true to old Olympian tenets.
“Architek Eryx, I am sending you blue prints for a construction project, I need the components readied for assembly, and I have added additional notes to modify the plan for a stronger faster assembly regarding its internal structure and supports.”
Adriun was literally analyzing the construct and making the structure more efficient without any loss of shape or function, which was streamed live to the Architek.
“Ah, Adriun you are true to your arête as always, the structures’ balance is commendable, though I do dislike the décor, but it is what the Warsmith wants and that is not questionable. It shall be done.”
Eryx musings were always strange, but it had to do with how he perceived his work, as art. Adriun had received tutelage under the Olympian in his rise through the Factorum, and had come to respect the art innate to technology.
Eryx himself hummed as machines sprang to life and began to manufacture the skeleton of the tower for assembly on the surface.
“Thank you Eryx, that is all, keep me updated on the progress.” Adriun only heard the hums of some tune from an orchestral piece that he could not name, Eryx was lost to his art, and so he cut the line.
He was alone in his sympathy with mortals, there were some within his company that had a better view of mortals, but it wasn’t close to actually caring about their lives. Were they no better than monsters? Like those of his childhood, they were carrion beasts ready to feast on innocent flesh just because they could; the Wolves had proven themselves superior in one aspect, morality. At least they had not forgotten where they came from, as each Astartes was once Human, only the enhancements and training separated them from common man. Adriun could understand the ends justifying the means, but what did the Iron Warriors fight for? An ideal? No it seemed they only wished to prove something to the Imperium, but what was that? That the XIXth did not need daemons to act like them? He was unsure what to make of it all.
He sighed as he continued his mind a buzz as he entered the forge and set about constructing the steel helm, he had an idea of how Pelegon intended to use it. It was to be a torture mask he assumed, to shame the Wolf leader. Or at least he guessed, only time would tell, but it did not take long for him to do, he had the mask done within the hour, only spending extra time to ensure it was perfect. He set it down and then assembled his wargear.
He looked upon his blade, tracing his armored finger upon it, a weapon of death, just as he himself was. His shield, was life, it was to defend and protect, could Iron no longer protect, would it only be used to kill and soak in the blood of victims and gather rust from blood. He should let such thought cloud his mind though, but it was difficult as he had never participated in a battle of slaughter during his time in the XIXth. He had known there were casualties in war, that was a simple fact, and something he accepted easily, but to directly target civilians was something he had never done. Civilians had always been a tertiary casualty that simply resulted from war, but he so no purpose in them being primary targets.
In the end though, as he cleaned his sword and shield and checked their power field emitters, he knew he would have to differ to the Warsmith’s judgment, but maybe just maybe he could save some from this terrible fate. The Mechanicus could always use knew recruits, especially those of an impressionable age.
He smiled under his helmet, now he had a valid reason to save some from the fate that Pelegon would enact upon the unsuspecting Imperial citizens. He couldn’t save the families, much like his own family was beyond saving, but he could give the offspring the same chance he had, did they not deserve it? He believed not even the Warsmith could rightfully make a judgment on that.
He was about to call for his head Genetor when Loakk himself entered.
“Adriun, what news did the Warsmith have? What is our objective planet side?”
Loakk was perceptive as ever, then again the Master Genetor had known Adriun since he had come to work in the Factorum, and through his rise through Mechanicus ranks.
“Pelegon has ordered a planetary bombardment of all major civilian hubs on the planet, and then to enslave them…..much like our more rusted brothers.” Adriun said dryly.
Loakk being taller looked down at Adriun, his enhanced eyes scanning his armored form, if he had not worn a helmet, Loakk would know his thoughts by facial expression alone.
“This displeases you I assume, but the Warsmith does not make such commands lightly, it has purpose even if its not easily seen, this slaughter must have value otherwise he would not waste the resources, as our guns are better spent on something that can fight back.”
Loakk was right of course, the Humans death’s were part of something much bigger than just some pathetic backwater world, but Adriun didn’t see why they just annexed the people, more bodies to work for the XIXth and pay tribute would be better, would it not? At least Adriun thought as much.
“I just see it as a waste, they could be used by us, and does the Mechanicus no longer need recruits? I don’t believe so, and more people to be made loyal to us make us stronger and more able to enact our Iron will on the Galaxy.”
Adriun knew the Tech Guard could use more to bolster their ranks, and the planets criminals could be used to make more servitors, and children could be raised in ways of the machine, to keep their human ranks full of highly skilled individuals. There was also the possibility of potential recruits among the populace.
Loakk simply looked on, and his tongue licked the air briefly before retreating in rapid succession.
“Yes, we could use more recruits, we train only the best, and those that become marines, would become even better than their mortal counter parts, but what you do not see is the Warsmith’s hate, the Wolves are hated for a reason, they are weak because of their passion for mortals, it can be used against them. I do not hate mortals, I hate the Imperium that governs them, and I despise our brothers who cast us aside so easily for their false Emperor, not that I believed Horus to be the better option anyways.”
Adriun didn’t have much to say, he was seeing that maybe he jumped to conclusions.
“Adriun can you playback the exact word’s of the Warsmith.” Loakk requested, and Adriun obliged him.
“As you can see this is a strike against the Imperium, that abandoned us after we built its empire, one that should be ours, but these cowards devalued our work and ostracized us, think not of the citizens but of the message it brings, that they should not forget what they did, we built them, and we will break them. We can do it better, and they are deluded in believing they can protect anything from we who built them up.”
This is why Loakk was his advisor and right hand, he had experience, and experience that involved emotion at that, unlike Furthuum, whose advice relied on pure logic and lack of empathy. Adriun needed both types of advice, each for different times, and Loakk’s was the correct one right now. Loakk continued speaking.
“I know of your past Adriun, I know why you see this as a waste, because you yourself could have just as easily been a statistic. Take pride in that though, but continue with the Warsmith’s plans, and I would not assume that the Warsmith is not willing to listen just yet, I would suggest proposing to him that the Mechanicus could use young recruits, that is reasonable, and should be all you can expect to get. Let the rest burn, they suffer because of their protectors, not because of us.”
Adriun nodded, the loyalists had brought this on themselves, Loakk dismissed himself, but not before one final input.
“Master of the Forge, when you decide to speak with the Warsmith, ask him first to grant me permission to harvest Wolf Geneseed for my experiments, it is unworthy of recruits and should be used to garner more understanding of Geneseed. Iron Within, Adriun.”
Loakk croaked as he pounded his fists together in salute, Adriun returned the salute as well.
He sighed and then purged his mind of his thoughts, and deleted unnecessary thoughts and stored again his memories in his cogitator’s data banks, and closed it behind a digital wall. Keep the pertinent requests in his mind though he stowed his weapons away, having selected his load out for the mission, and the Steel Masque set in a specialized container to keep it heated and malleable.
He took off his helmet, his face and mind devoid of his previous thoughts, carefully deleted, digitally and chemically. He headed back to the bridge, as his task was done, his forces beyond ready.
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