Unexpected Visits

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Building 1246

The spires to the majority of a hives population are both a symbol of oppression and serfdom. To Yokar it represented a prison. Surrounded by a deadly web of intrigue, corruption, and decadence. While he has certainly partaken in these things, and uses them for his plans, he finds no end of annoyance with it all. Thankfully with the acquisition of building 1246, he has an excuse to stay away from there. The sound of servitors working, the cants of the tech priests, and the harsh hive air made him feel much more at home than in the decadent spires.

The sound of servitors cutting and refurbishing the building was constant. Meanwhile the screams of new servitors being made was also heard. Yokar sat at a desk doing his work, not paying attention. They needed servitors bad, and each one was worth its weight in gold right now. Transportation of their mechanicus forces and their facilities was slow, as was the recourses needed to fix the place up. Cursing the transportation guild, he lit another lho stick.

"Do you require anything mi lord?" Turas asked as he walked in.

"Some more recaf would be nice." Yokar answered as he wrote a strongly worded leader to the transportation guild.

"Have you ever considered taking a break mi lord?" Turas asked.

"If I did, then I'd be my father." Yokar bitterly replied, specifically at the word father.

"Of course, sir. I will be back." Turas answered and left.

Once he finished the letter, he put the wax on and put his seal on it to be sent off. Then he grabbed the paper to read it. He did not really care what happened, so long as something happened he could use to his advantage, or something that would make his operations harder. His read was interrupted by the door being flung violently opened. Yokar looked from behind the paper to see a man in jade green clothing of an extraordinarily rich and posh design, sternly looking at him.

"Consul Viden Hammerstone. To what do I owe the honor?" Yokar asked dryly as he folded the paper up.

"What is such a noble son of a terran bloodline doing in such a horrid place! Do you realize the amount of security I had to set up to come here!?" The man said in a shrill voice.

"Its called going outside. Try it sometime. Now what is it you want? I'm busy, unlike those you consul." Yokar answered bluntly.

"Your father, the most glorious sector governor, requires your presence." Yiden answered, composing himself before explaining.

"And what does he require of me? Write me out of the will finally?" Yokar asked, eyebrow raised.

"My most glorious overlord simply requires your presence. That is all." He replied in a huff and left.

"Pompous windbag." Yokar muttered as he got up and left his office.

As Consul Yiden left swiftly, Yokar decided to go check up with his head tech priest, D143 Furos. Partially because he did not want to go see his father, and was stalling a bit, but also to further piss off Yiden. Besides, he still had some work he could do before heading off. Its not like his father was the most punctual person in the world.

"When can we eliminate that insufferable waste of space?" D143 asked as he finished a weld on a new segment of wall.

"We can't go around killing people willy nilly, it makes people suspicious. Besides, who would he be replaced by? At least Yiden is so incompetent that he cannot harm us. Better the enemy you know after all." Yokar explained with a smile.

"When the time comes, I have a murder servitor programmed and ready." D143 answered grimly.

"Your hatred of the consul aside, how is progress going?" Yokar asked.

"We don't have the materials to finish the basic requirements for maintenance, let alone the upgrades. The less I talk about the undercrofts the better. Finally, we are still finding everything to this place. Its undercrofts and other secret places reach farther than you would expect." D143 explained, standing up from his stool.

"Do what you can as always Furos. Turn this place into a nightmare to take. I have to go speak with my father apparently." Yokar muttered.

"What does the old meatbag want?" D143 asked.

"Search me. He probably lost his favorite hunting rifle again." Yokar said dryly.

"May the Omnissiah give you strength." D143 said sympathetically, somehow conveying emotion through his many logic-based cybernetics.

"He has his work cut out for himself this time." Yokar answered with a nod before he was off, instantly flanked by 2 jade green enforcers as he leaves.

The journey up the lifts was long and deafeningly silent. Yokar stood their lost in his thoughts, and the enforcers did not utter a single word. His father Sector Governor Riftenus Heideim was to him what represented the worst of the imperium. Lazy, corrupt, self-centered, and did not bother to do anything useful to anyone in the slightest. As the only legitimate child to the man, he was next in line for the post. However, we were surrounded by a literal ocean of bastards. Each one as self-centered, insufferable, and useless as their father. There were three things he cared about in this mortal plane, wealth, women, and food. Which order he still was not certain on.

Finally, the lift made its terminus in the central spire terminal. Then he made the long climb up to his fathers "office". The towering gold and black stone doors to it towered over him, as if attempting to crush him with their immense nature. Undaunted, his enforcers took their posts next to the even more well equipped and ornate guards of house Heidheim, hellguns at the ready. Once the doors were opened by two ogryn sized servitors, he entered into the most dreaded space in the sector.

"Yokar, so good of you to arrive! Nothing bad happened I hoped?" A very jolly and deep voice rang through the cavernous opulent hall.

"I am indeed fine Father. What is it you require of me this time?" Yokar said simply and solemnly, the closest thing to being respectful he could possibly get to.

"I have good news! Your little brother is coming home!" The voice rang out as he got closer.

"I have a few hundred of those father, you're going to have to be specific." Yokar answered dryly.

"Ah yes of course. Give me a second, I will get my sheets out. Only way to keep track of them all." The voice said and the rustling of papers was heard as he neared his "work" station.

'About the only thing he does keep track of. His bastard children.' Yokar thought as he finally made it to his father.

Seated at the desk was a very tall man, and shockingly well built for someone of his station. He has a head of slicked back greying hair, a thick mustache, and strong facial features. Little was actually wrong with his appearance and it was all natural, a rarity amongst the elites of the imperium. It was probably the only good thing his father gave him was his looks, as Yokar, minus the facial hair, looked remarkably similar to him in his youth. He wore even richer and longer flowing robes, about as much gold in it as the house jade green. As he pulled out the file he smoked a very fat lho cigar, sending great pillars of smoke into the ventilation system.

"Your brother Darius is coming home. I sent him to the naval academy, and he will be arriving soon on leave he built up. We are going to have a grand old celebration for such a glorious hero of the Imperium!" Riftenus roared in delight.

"Let me guess, you want me to give him a tour of the place?" Yokar asked.

"But of course, dear boy. You know the hive better than anyone. So, give him to tour of our most glorious home. Show him somethings that he can tell as stories to his drinking mates." Ritenus replied in wholehearted agreement.

"Very good father. I'll make the arrangements." Yokar said as he bowed his head.

"Jolly good. Have a good day my boy." Riftenus said before munching on a large bird leg.

"You too…" Yokar muttered as he made a swift exit.

Several days later Yokar was waiting for him at the space port. Landers were coming in and out every second of the day as usual, with no one of the imperial navy setting foot. Finally right when he was going to give up, he turned to see someone with the tell-tale features of a Heidheim wearing a blue navy uniform. He walked over to him and shook his hand.

"Darius I presume?" He asked.

"Yes I am. I believe you are my older brother Yokar? Your taller than Father said you'd be." The man answered in an elegant fashion.

"I'm amazed he remembers me honestly. Do you wish to see your room, or do you want the tour first?" Yokar asked.

"The tour first. I hate being stuck in a lander for 8 hours. This places traffic control is awful." Darius said sternly.

"I would have to agree with you. I've tried saying something about it, but no one ever listens to me." Yokar said with a sigh.

"I have a few ideas on how to fix it if you wish to hear?" Darius asked as he fastened his raincoat down.

"Follow me this way. We can talk inside." Yokar said before leading his little brother in.

As Darius explained himself, he looked over his brother. He was shorter and thinner than him, though quite fit. His hair was redder in color, most likely from whatever servant girl was his mother. But the most surprising, and frankly terrifying thing about his was his intelligence. He spoke distinctly and clearly, outlying everything in a direct way. This was highly unusual, but not unseen. Yokar had dealt with more intelligent members of his "family" before. They were not as clever as they thought. Darius however was different.

"What do you think brother?" Darius asked as he finished.

"Write those down and put the report in. You likely could convince even those stubborn fools that work for our father to make the necessary changes." Yokar answered, trying to hide the fact he was lost in his thoughts and not paying the fullest attention.

"Jolly good. I hate to see such inefficiency. I got a sword class frigate working better than any in the squadron in a few months. A hive city can't be much worse." Darius said as he walked a bit ahead.

'Intelligent and confident… that cannot stand.' Yokar thought.

Yokar tended to use his innumerable step siblings as pawns, expending them like ammunition to get what he wanted. However, some, like Darius, would not play ball. He knew he could get some useful things out of Darius, like the report, but that was about it. Long term he would be a liability. Plus being in the navy, he was undoubtedly loyal to the Imperium. Like 10 siblings before him, Yokar had to do something to most would be the worst thing possible. Yokar had to engineer Darius's death, before the naval officer threatened to derail, or uproot his plans. It was a risk he could not take.

"Which way is the transportation terminal?" Darius asked.

"Right this way little brother." Yokar said, leading him the way, and sending the two brothers on a bloody collision course.