The Toyhammer 40000 Caretaker:
Re... Everything, Really
Chapter 2: Settling in.
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So you can't stop, you want to know even more? Very well. (Grabs another book) This tome is set a day after the first. Be aware, this tale is not for young ones. There will be violence and such later. But surely you needn't worry... (laughs)
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Jason yawned, stretching his arms and sat up in bed, only to hear a scream and a splat. he opened his eyes to see an inch tall space marine sitting in a space-marine-shaped indent in the wall.
He groaned and grabbed the marine out of the wall, plopping him down onto the bedside table, where the marines had parked an anti-air tank to 'defend themselves' in the event of him deciding to kill them.
He did a double take. Now there were three AA Tanks sitting on his bedside table. One had some kind of huge-ass missile launcher while the other two had four barreled 'classic' AA Cannons.
He looks at the marine commander.
"Seriously?" He asks.
"I still don't trust you." Tyrus replies.
"Dick move, little green guy."
"I am sorry if I have offended you in any..."
"Dick. Move."
Jason walks out of the room, only to have a near miss with an Imperial Guard Valkyrie. The Valkyrie turned and hovered, weapons trained on him.
"Cut it out." Jason says to the Valkyrie, walking past it. He strolls into the kitchen, where the Knights are set up with their Mechanicus Allies.
"Mornin' Martaros." He yawns to the Knight Commander, who is docked next to the toaster, where the Mechanicus has rigged up some kind of scaffolding, where they incessantly check the Knights systems for flaws.
He goes to put some bread in the toaster before noticing several dozen candles burning around the thing.
"What are these for?" He asks while gesturing to the candles.
"Prayer candles, so that we may appease this mighty machines spirit." A tech adept answers.
"Why are you praying to my toaster?"
"Once again, to appease its Machine Spirit."
"Okay... then... am I allowed to use it?"
"Of course!"
"Thanks..." These guys creeped him out. A LOT. First praying to the Titan, which made sense, sort of, but now, praying to his toaster?
He popped the bread in and watched the Mechanicus go about cleaning and repairing any minor flaws, while he conversed with the Knight Lord, who was far more... trusting than the others.
"So what are Knights?" Jason asks.
"We are essentially the nobles of feudal worlds where we had the Titans, so we became the rulers." Martaros replied, raising his left arm so the Mechanicus could check his shoulder joint.
"Did you ever have to deal with revolts and the like?"
"No, not really. The peasants were satisfied with working and we provided defense, while the peasants who had thoughts of revolution on their minds were often reminded that we could destroy their village and everything in it effortlessly."
"Sounds effective. But did the peasants pay you taxes and the like?"
"Yes, mostly minerals to repair our Titans and fortresses."
"What would attack you?"
"Mostly hostile Xenos and wildlife. On Cadraeus, the planet my house rules, we lived in the grasslands due to the vast forests being filled with abominations and dangerous creatures."
"Were the abominations creations of this Chaos thing I hear you guys talk about?"
"Yes, the were mostly produced the Warp Storms that cut us off from the rest of humanity."
Jasons toast popped, scaring the piss out of several of the more human orderlies, while the adepts didn't even seem to notice.
He grabbed his toast, before grabbing the milk from the fridge. The museum had coffee in it already, in the staff offices.
After getting dressed, he threw on a coat and ran into the rainy autumn weather. He turned around and grabbed his bag, then sprinted to the bus stop.
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Jason walked into the Museums staff entrance, removing his coat before setting down his bag and grabbing his coffee. Bill, one of the security guards, nodded at him as he walked past.
Jason walked into the WWII History Wing, walking into the archives where he put down his bag and sat down, pulling out his paperwork due next week, some stuff on different artifacts in the museum, their basic data, stuff like that.
Suddenly, his bag moved. Out of the soggy pack, several Guardsmen and an Assault Marine of the Raven Guard rolled out. The Assault Marine looked at the Guardsmen.
"Never again."
And with that, the marine activated his Assault pack and launched himself to the bottom shelf of a nearby display, the glass broken from some vandal.
Brother Verid of the Raven Guard loved recon duties. Especially solo operations. He appreciated the comraderie of his squad, but he liked to go out alone, to forge his own trail.
He inspected a large shell looking piece of ammunition, the thing being larger than him. the sign next to it incoherent, having had 'M & L' written in ink on the surface of it.
Jason grabbed his bag, not noticing it was slightly lighter than before, pulling out a slightly soggy piece of paper with dates and names written on it.
It was then he noticed several Guardsmen with weapons ready sprinting out of the door. Without thinking, he reached down and grabbed them, dropping him onto his paperwork pile.
"What the hell are you doing here!" He whispered furiously, before noticing that one of them had a shotgun. He paused. He had seen that shotgun before... The inquisitors aide!
