{Keeper 342}
"What do you mean Agent 32 has gone dark?" "Sir she attempted to sneak into a transport heading aboard the Holy Gladius her last report indicated that she had made it but cut off before she could say any more. The last transmission was her screaming, it is still transmitting however all we can hear is. Whimpering."
I wont tell her about the sounds of prayers and saws meeting flesh, I won't sleep again after what I heard from her communicator. She is the 3rd agent we lost attempting to infiltrate the Mechanicus. The first attempted to join a group being brought aboard the holy gladius however his comm stopped transmitting after he was apparently fed to some creature, the second was beaten to death after failing to show proper respect to a high ranking techpriest who apparently was doing a survey on the different abhuman populations in the Hab city's and there uses.
"Tell me what do we have on the mechanicus." "Sir, from what we can tell they are a religious order that praises machines. From what we can tell they have a deep seated hatred for AI's and non humans, however they also seem to place very little importance on human life as they kill without care and their servitors are heavily cybernetically modified humans with seemingly no contious control of their bodies. The only lives they seem to care about are their own members although only in terms of their knowledge."
Thank the emperor keeper 345 stepped in.
"Thousands of credits, 3 agents lives and all you can tell me is that. Get out of my office."
We rush out. I need to find a good therapist.
[++Skitarii Alpha of the Arch Magos's Will++]
I have been following this cherub for hours but it's not every day you get summoned to the workshop. The last time I was summoned was before we flew into that storm and discovered this galaxy oh how wonderful it was to speak to them in person to feel their many eyes on me. We arrive at a set of double doors. They slowly swing open and I walk in. The workshop is vast and cluttered with machines, projects and workstations manned by the Children of the Machine. But my eyes are drawn to the unnatural darkness that hangs 0.8743 meters above my head. Slowly a skull on the end of a mechandrite descends out of the darkness it lowers until we are face to face.
"Masters." "We have a task for you Skitarii Alpha-000AS/1 two cycles ago a ship identifying itself as belonging to the 'Hutt Cartel' entered the system and requested contact with the Xeno filth designated Jabba the Hutt. They were informed of his death and left, the Hutt council is now sending a delegation to confirm that and possibly try to retrieve designation Tattooine from us. Kill the delegation." "As you will my glorious masters. May I ask why they must die couldn't"
I am cut of as a skeletal wire structure hand bursts from the darkness spears into my chest and drags me upwards.
"We did not give you permission to think. That is not your purpose. But to answer your question we will not interact with such filthy xeno scum. They should know their place which is being turned into nutrient paste to feed the servitors as that is all they are good for."
I hand in the pitch black Hemooil flowing from where the wire like fingers of the hand perce into my chest. I can feel their eyes on me as they make modifications to my brain reducing my curiosity. I should never have questioned them but I was curious and to have them in my head even for a brief time is glorious I will remember this possibility. The fingers retract and I drop landing on my feet with a clang. The cherub leads me back along the corridor. The Hutt delegation will die before they can sully any member of the holy mechanicus with their existence.
(%Pognel%)
I laze back on my throne as a slave feeds me some small endangered animal or something I don't really care it tastes nice. I have been sent to assess what has happened to Jabba. The council doesn't believe that this so called Mechanicus has killed someone like Jabba no more likely they have managed to establish an orbital blockade and are simply claiming to have killed him.
"Mighty Pognel" "Chou?" "My apologies for disturbing you Mighty Pognel" "Schutta settah." "My apologies Mighty Pognel but we have arrived." "CHONE?" "We have been boarded."
Who would dare board a Hutt vessel? I am just about to have her executed, her head explodes and the radiation alarms instantly start screaming. As I watch a figure in thick metal armour step is on her body its weight crushing her back. My guards rush to kill this intruder their bullets deflect off its armour and with a single blow it smashes one of my Gamorreans to the floor he doesn't move, half his head is brutally dented. The figure raises a wood and metal rifle with a glowing green ringed section and fires with each shot the radiation alarm throbs in volume the bullets tear through my guards. With a roar I launch myself of my throne and lunge my bulk slamming into it there is a crack and it's legs shear off at the knee. It continues to squirm trying to get a grip on me. I rear up on my tail and slam back down crushing him. I begin to slide forward off the creatures crushed body when more burst into the corridor outside my door blood splatters the wall as the arm of one of my guards slides with a wet thud off the end of its blade. It turns one of its red eyes locking on me. I slam my fist into the door controls cracking them as the door begins to slide shut slowly. It begins to run down the corridor using its upper limbs to propel itself and the door clicks shut it lunges propelling itself down the corridor. I sigh and slump exhausted from my exertion. I slowly slide back to my throne when the the sound of splitting metal comes from the door. I turn my heart sinking as I see a blade slowly being pushed through the door then it retracts and long mechanical fingers extend through the gap and grip both sides of the door and begin to push, it hasn't cut through the seam where the door meets it is about 30 centimetres off but the metal begins to grown and split as the gap widens. I can make out its blank red armoured face as it slowly widens the hole. I retreat and slap the emergency escape button on my throne. A door slides open and I slide over to it as I slide along it I can hear fighting and suddenly up ahead a figure crashes through the wall it is the captain his massive body is lifted up by a figure less than half his size. It has a good over its head but from that hood extends a cog like piece of metal. I hear a crack and it drops my captain before turning towards me slowly it extends two sticks from its hands. We stare at each other for a second when from my throne room I hear a crash and the squelch as I assume it kills my slave. I stare at the figure before me and decide to take my chances when it's sticks begin to crackle with electricity and it charges.
[+H-AS34+]
"Hunt, kill, must kill xeno, filthy xeno, masters appreciate if kill xeno. Pesky xeno fighting me make me miss other xeno, kill."
We crash through the wall my blade's tearing it to pieces. I am about to return for the other prey when I notice a large xeno down the corridor. I retract my blades and advance. It slaps a limb out of my sight.
"Filthy xeno must die, the great one demands it. Oh if only the masters had given me a vocal synthesisers oh how this xeno would learn of its own filth."
The door slides shut. I am not made for this I am ment to kill and tear and butcher to break bodies and moral not get through doors. I extend my blades and drive them into the door repeatedly finally one begins to pearce the door once it is fully through I retract it and slip my manipulators through.
"Filthy xeno die get back here filthy xeno, I want to play with your corpse."
The door gives the halves slamming into the frame. I shorten my limbs so I fit my spikes cut groves into the door frame and I squeeze through. The filthy xeno isn't here however there is a passageway open behind the lambic support in the centre as I advance towards it I smell it.
"I smell fear, yes fear in the air it is mixed with other chemicals but that is fear my favourite smell. Kill those who fear yes that is my directive, no servant of the great one feels fear. Yes Kill, kill KILL."
I turn towards the source of the fear tearing the lambic support up and tossing it across the room I stalk across the room unto I find it the source a xeno cowering clutching two tentacles that extend from her cranium. I lower my optics closer my jar begins to spin up the saws and drills spinning into a wine as they extend out. The xeno opens her mouth she appears to have no tongue.
"Aww no delicious screams from you then. Aww well I can stil enjoy the fear you give off filthy xeno."
Her body squelches as I tear into her. When her bio electric activity ceases I stop no enjoyment in destroying a corpse. I return to my hunt of the large one. The passage is small to small for me even with my spikes retracted.
"If to small just make bigger yes nothing stops the hunt. Nothing."
I begin to push my body into it, my caripase is stronger than the walls bending them outward as I drag and push myself down the corridor my caripase scraping along as I slowly force myself along the corridor Finally I reach it but Skitarii Alpha has beaten it to a steaming, wet pulp.
"Ah there you are H-AS34 the crew is dead you may rest" "Rest yes rest now until the masters call upon me to enjoy the fear of the filthy creatures that are their enemy's."
My systems begin to shut down my limbs spasm as my heart shuts off my brain entering stasis and my existence ceasing as the masters will.
[++Skitarii Alpha++]
That xeno was arrogant and sloppy relying on his weight and strength to crush me. Sadly for him the glorious masters created me for agility. H-AS34 has finished shutting down, I would have preferred it do it in the ship but getting it onto the ship without anything for it to kill would be needlessly difficult. Slowly a sevitor arrives and begins cutting it free. The glorious masters had the brilliant idea with the H-AS, they exploit the most overlooked factor of organic life, fear, fear can break army's and bring enemies to their knees. The H-AS were programmed with pure sadism and a love of smelling the fear pheromone. The only issue is they are so obsessed with causing fear they can be detrimental to our own forces as if they don't have enemies they turn on their allies which is why they get shut down the moment the battle is over. As H-AS34 is dragged onto our drop ship the bodies of those we lost are also collected along with some interesting artifacts. As the servitor pilots the ship away I watch as bodies are violently expelled through the hole we left in the hull. I pull out my communicator and contact the glorious masters.
"It is done my glorious masters, no xeno lives." "Good"
The communicator shuts off and I sit back in my seat. Oh it is so good to serve them directly.