Chapter 6
I had been busily at work making plans for modern capabilities to build. A better cleaner energy source for the city and other various plants around the city services. However perhaps it was thanks to how well read Taylor had been before the merger I had gained a rather devious idea, a way to remake the Necrontyr of old in an ironic role.
In the role of the old ones. It quite frankly tickled me pink.
I laughed at the irony of casting them into the role of the very "god like" beings that had denied them salvation and to whom they'd died going to war against. Making a vr game which casts the player into the role of a newly awakened spectre of said civilization would just make it all the more interesting. It could help me in colonizing the system after I've set up my preliminary bases…
Or… OR I could perhaps use it to provide some jobs to those disabled and less fortunate alongside other walks of life as a sort of virtual civilization experiment. Where real-world experiences will translate towards skill for ones "character" in the virtual experiment starting out. Perhaps have it open paths of otherwise non-standard advancement in the experiment?
An experiment that would provide real-world equivalent training and expertise and further education alongside employment with included room and board. Mandatory work hour limits to leave the pods that would subtly rejuvenate and invigorate the users innate fitness during use. Medical assistance offered to if not regrow a limb at least a suitable replacement prosthetic or equivalent healing to those that would need it.
With some of the facilities I was offering to make and staff if I managed to use the mind shackle scarabs properly on all the merchants to get some rewritten individuals I could be certain of. Imperial psyko indoctrination was very powerful stuff indeed with Wraithbone involvement to strengthen the process and cementation of the indoctrination I doubt anything short of masters could make them betray me.
They would be all but new people, some back to who they were before being "recruited" into the merchants with offer of training and employment if wanted. Others, those without redemption or rather not worth it would be simply made into new people all together. Even facially changed but undyingly loyal through the indoctrination.
Shitstain and Bio-Hazard would be made to turn themselves in to the PRT though. I didn't trust myself with not just liquidating the two of them on principle alone, several different ones in fact. It would however allow me to curry some favour with the PRT to placate them to some of the things I'll be keeping from their hands.
I looked over at the Canoptek Wraith I was almost finished with, using altered programming to normal to allow for the construction functions to also be able to produce Necrobone as I'd come to call it. Despite being able to just make Necrodermis which I did have the ability to easily do.
It just had very interesting etheric qualities that allowed for endless opportunities and uses to normal making it into the titular Necrobone. Somehow combining the more fluid qualities of Necrodermis with those of Wraithbone.
Same as Wraithstone had more rigid etheric qualities of Wraithbone as well as the rigid qualities of Necrodermis almost in the form of Blackstone. Even could be changed into it or inherit a few of its properties. It could even be used to be antithetical to the ether but much like the stone it seemed made of it was more built on hard science so advanced it might as well be magic to modern human beings. Though it also had myriad of uses for ether as much as it could be used against it.
I couldn't help but smile a little at the duality of what had fallen into my lap.
The fact it was simply by the mutative aspects of this realities warp working in my favour only made it more amusing.
I was also applying the Necron's basic body construction philosophies to the wraith-guard of the Eldaari towards the construction of something birthed from the ideas behind both the Imperial Knight and the War-hound Titans in a sort of hyper advanced middle ground between the two. A window into a chamber that was dimensionally isolated during the construction and had adjacent facilities to handle the refinement of any raw material required towards the construction that the scarabs couldn't provide.
I had however taken some ideas from applying how dense the Endbringers are to manage to do the same to the armour plating or outer layer of the Immortal I was making. Only to find out why they were so damn dense the deeper one went. I ended up having to manually direct the construction step by step to get as hyper dense an inner skeleton with slightly less dense middle layer and then another such hyperdense layer for the outer layer. Kept aloft by the use of anti-grav technology like I intend it to do. Having something this big just slide along the surface of the earth almost silently would unnerve any enemy.
Though once more I thanked Vaasthor for having the knowledge of the easy to use neural interfaces of the races that made up my being. It allowed me to literally work at the speed of thought with now several lesser A.I. assistants to help fill in blanks or run with different projects I assign them during the design processes until I have my final say of the end results.
I looked to the other side of my inner sanctum workspace. On one end was more plans and blueprints to different facilities and technologies I intended to introduce to the city itself along with some of the facilities I'm planning for in the wider solar system. Titan slatted to have the first few rooms of the upcoming facility complex to come in just an hour or so from now. I couldn't wait for it to finish.
Because it meant that once it got to the first part of the facility that will allow for it I could begin some of the preliminary mining operations to begin the lovely escalation that Scarab multiplication allowed for. The resulting capacity and capability for construction that would result from the population growth of scarabs, nano scarabs and Spyders that would result from those operations would speed up construction around the system least of all on Titan. Titans Tomb would be my magnum opus of that I was sure.
With knowledge of technology from humanities heights and of the subsequent Empire that followed, the divergent Eldaari technologies. The more mystical technologies of both the mad Skaven and the esoteric Lizardmen that applied with the properties of the Necrobone and Wraithstone constructs I now had access to blended with Necron technology into a strange melting pot of technology. One that honestly made me think of the Old Ones from the stories within my memories. Yet I also had their enemies during the War in Heavens technology and somehow intermingled the two. Though I had to work my way from one design to another, if it wasn't for the enhancements to the brain I'd begun implementing and the neural interface allowing to work at the literal speed of thought that I had even gotten as far as I had in my technological capabilities.
A lot of it was still a work in progress needing some work but a lot of Necron tech was easily translated. It made me glad I started working on the new type of scarab when I realized I might be able to use the power of a bone singer to create one.
For Necron tech everything starts and ends with the Scarab. It is the first step and foundation for everything.
It was also probably the type of dream tech start for every tinker given just how easy it is to get through several Tinker cycles over a relatively short span of time simply through their capabilities alone.
This lead to half of my more lab oriented half of the inner sanctum to be dedicated to plans and notes along with projections and blueprints of different projects I had running in virtual space. The other half of the lab section on the other hand…
I had almost cracked the code on making the Lizardmen Skins and Saurian Warrior castes but wasn't yet fully certain to begin the final stages of development for me to see the results. Both half formed embryos were floating in tanks in the corner of the room, another filled with what I could only described as the shrivelled corpse of some Eldaari offshoot species. I'd yet to manage that one though.
It was funny really, the Lizardmen were simple in their construction yet complex through how their construction came together. The Eldaari however? Their simplicity simply went skin deep in truth.
I sort of understood why they always called humans Mon'Keigh now… from both species perspectives even.
I honestly think their creator was given a picture of an early human like creature told to make it better and just ran with it.
Like really ran with it.
I had in fact already madly giggled at the possibilities everything I knew had to be possibly applied to a process similar to the Astartes and Custodian programs with vastly different results.
With the change of perspective from the Emperors… distinct and specific perspective and way to look at things alongside the added knowledge of gene-crafting and life shaping that I had been blessed with I realized the other avenues the procedure could be applied.
Some of which I would try out on the first specimens of the Lizardmen species I had slated to be made. I'd use them to infiltrate the PRT with them being fake case 53's. With what I knew of the Omega symbol they used for that project…
I smiled to myself. I could have mine deliver a virus through scanning that would give back some generic number for the project as an initial scan to hide itself. At least enough to get through initial procedures then it would be too late. Already I had my virus having taken a firm foothold in the cities systems and quite frankly some of the things I was finding through it wasn't something that made me happy.
Either way it would take a few months to get into all of earths systems without being detected given what Tinker tech was capable of and me being in no hurry allowed for a more careful virus and approach. It's main aim being spying by connecting to all applicable systems with audio or other sensory devices connected, accessing all data basses and generally listening in on all the major systems and central communications facilities in and around the city at current.
Probably a gross violation of something or three in that fact alone only further compiled upon by the fact I was literally building a file on every living individual in the city. Some simply to find those that had fallen through the cracks and might need a new life if I could provide it. Those that were simply useless otherwise and no one would miss that I could simply remake at my will or to my needs and everything in between. My aim with this was of course to have programs listening in and helping grease the wheels of bureaucracy and get things running more smoothly in ways that aimed to reach the best win-win situation for everyone involved.
Highly idealistic but I had the technology so why not? Some I did put down to screw authority as much as possible but made blocks to have those little pebbles sent in front of me before they were sent rolling for review and potential damage so I could send them rolling when I wished them to.
This also allowed me to know what the factions of the city were generally up to at any given time.
When or if I moved on to other cities I'd make sure I had at least a month of previously infected systems in the city so that I know what I'm getting into before I moved in. Otherwise I hoped to be able to help here or there while remaining unseen. If I make myself out to be a very good luck charm to the places I help build it'll also further cement my untouchability to humanity at large. Very much like Panacea currently is as I'm sure even as callous as Cauldron is... they... (I'd hope they weren't so far gone as to not act) would act if the Slaughterhouse Nine killed her. And if not them then the rest of the world most assuredly would.
Yet there was the rub wasn't there?
The girl was teetering on the brink as it was and yet only her sister was even vaguely aware of it. I wasn't even going into the details of the problems or some of their causes as I'd not really given her the best of impressions of me. I'd have to change that later…
Perhaps I could bring her in on the life projects? Might be an interesting way to hook her in while giving her a promise of support for the hospitals even if she didn't decide to join. After all doing so anyway would only further garner me a good reputation and if I was going to show the PRT how it's done with the PR angle then doing so with actions was the way to go.
At least those ventures I'll do which will actually require employees will be open and honest with everything they are doing to the public. I snickered again, what was happened away from earth didn't concern the masses anyway.
I'd be doing the more fun experimenting off world anyway. This would all be just pre-emptive work here. I'd work more once I'd finished the Lunar facilities and really get going once Titan was done.
I started swaying a bit with the song that came on from the speaker I'd made to listen to music while I worked. Not many knew this but the Emperor was a fan of the arts and did have an extensive collection of music and what many might consider nerd paraphernalia he'd managed to save throughout the millennia. Thankfully Samael had an eclectic memory so I could upload my favourites to have a sort of music library to listen to at my leisure. The current was a strange range of songs from the 1920's all the way to the 2100's that was at this moment currently somehow connected to the virus I'd sent out. Piggybacking off of it to fill in the blanks of all songs mankind had currently put to electronic data. I should try this with Earth Aleph too.
I wasn't complaining… though I was concerned a bit at this… quirky behaviour of my technology displayed at times.
I let the thought drift away and simply continued working through what I'd already been doing. The final touches to the moon base as the first core rooms were done now so that the rest of the plans could be fully followed over the next two weeks of construction. I liked the lounge I'd added to be a small pyramid on the moon's north pole, the rest of the complex being underneath the surface of it. The best part was that it wouldn't be detectable and would require to actually see it with a telescope or something similar to actually even know it was there. Sensor technology wouldn't pick it up.
It would have a beautiful view of the earth as well. See-through wall sections with rotating floor to always keep the earth on the same side of the room at all times. It was all a matter of perspectives after all.
I was just putting the last bits in place when I heard something behind me. I turned and beamed at seeing Sherrel up and about. I was a bit miffed at forgetting to actually be notified by her waking up after I'd had to essentially put her little passenger into a coma. Otherwise it would be going apeshit over my tech and trying to understand it, just a plus that it made Sherrel more calm as a result which allowed for an easier transition I hoped.
At least I wasn't overtly messing with her just trying to help her by keeping her calmer than usual.
I then felt the void in my stomach, glanced at the time and decided on how I'd open up the conversation. "Good your up before lunch! Come let's get you something to eat I'm sure we have a lot to talk about."
Sherrel stared at me and I simply offered my hand for her to take, which she hesitantly did, before I lead her back through the facility to get home. I'd suspect a more homelier environment would help her adjust better and realize I meant her really no harm.
"So any preferences towards lunch?" I asked with a soft smile as I lead the young woman with me through the sculpted halls of my first ever base. Leading her through its winding halls to come to the teleportation gate pad.
"Uh… You got any chicken maybe? Garlic bread?" She asked a bit sheepishly given it was an odd combination to ask for, for lunch anyway in my opinion.
I simply smiled at her as the speaker came hovering in behind us starting the song over again. "I'm sure we'll be fine and manage." I replied.
-/-I-/-
Sherrel had remained quiet for the entire way back to the house and while I put on a little show. Even if the scarabs could for some reason only print out food in its most basic components with a little showmanship and temperature controlled temporal field wands to cook I got us a decent meal in short order. (Don't get me started on the ability to make some fresh baked goods like breads yet had an inability for cakes and other baked goods was an entirely different rant. Somehow the requirement being that it could somehow be made into a sandwich however basic being the only one for baked goods. Otherwise it was simply fresh ingredients when it came to organic mater.)
And through the little show that did get her to smile a little and ah at others she had been quiet mostly, even throughout the meal now that we had finished.
And she had been staring...
Oh how she had been staring...
I cleared my throat and flexed my wing muscles, it seemed to snap her out of her staring and realize she had been. In fact. Staring quite hard. There had been a lot of emotions there on her face some… rather interesting ones as well if a few not unexpected ones.
"Soooo?" I drew out a bit waving my hand in a come hither gesture towards her. "You can ask." I ended up confirming after seeing the uncertainty there when she hadn't responded before.
She stared again for a few moments longer, almost long enough to make me lose my patience before something finally spilled from her lips.
"You're not like the Simurgh's evil little sister or something right?"
I blinked, slowly I blinked again, all the while staring at her. My expression probably going into something that allowed her to read it as some unspoken question for elaboration if not incredulity.
"I mean you have four mini wings." She said gesturing at the appendages that I'd started to use to hug around my body for ease and comfort. "You have horns." That was a surprise as I brought up my hand and found that she was right, the stubs of eight small horns were peeking out. "Aaand you have pitch black claws… great… you're like demon baby simurgh or something." She looked about ready to fall apart as if having realize that all the hardship she'd been allowed to slowly come to terms with from a slightly healthier perspective and body now had been simply to just make her into firewood.
And I was the fire.
I groaned. "You are imagining things." I huffed.
"How so?" She had the audacity to ask back. Ungrateful Man-thing.
"I am Samael, the Arch-Fiend." The look she gave me had me continue. "If I'm going to get any use out of you then an honest win-win deal between the two of us will benefit me the most in not only the short term but the long term as well. The only Faustian part of this bargain is that I'll be the one to come out on top in some manner in the end even if it's an honest bargain."
I smiled an almost smug smile.
"A Samaelian deal if you will."
I cringed immediately as at least it broke the tension that had built up in Sherrel if her bursting into hysterics was any indication.
The only reason I simply frowned at her was that I knew the difference to being laughed at and laughed towards. I don't think even she knew what she was laughing about, it was simply a bursting bubble of emotions as I, mayhap in spite, allowed her power to slowly wake up after hiding away all of my obvious technology to not make her power go apeshit.
I had noted how just the sight of my bases hallway left her catatonic otherwise. The thing attached to her soul was a strange thing, trying to run what amounted to a full spectrum scan with a human eyeball.
Now though it wasn't as tightly wound around her as it used to be. Now that it realized what I might be. At the very least it realized I could influence it without any of the others in the network even noticing until it was too late. While the creatures themselves were remarkably psionically gifted in certain areas and resilient I might add, these shards that they shed could be remarkably weak.
Granted I was using all four of the fragments of myself that I had detached to do so, those same I sent to go inspect the interesting souls, one of which was indeed Sherrel. But for all intents and purposes the shard attached to Sherrel was currently running a hibernation protocol. One that if I could be allowed to work a bit more with could quite frankly be subverted while leaving the network even unaware of the shards prior existence.
Thus I could study one in full to understand them and detach them from a host and see if I can't use if for something more interesting. Such as perhaps manufacturable Psykers of particular ability and power perhaps? Make my very own Psykers tailor made to be specific types of capes?
I shook my head from day dreaming and looked at Sherrel once again.
"Ok so tell me, if I understand this correctly I'm now in your service for a while right?" She asked and I nodded in response, all right so far so good she understood the bargain then…
"So for how long and what am I going to be doing? What will I get out of it?" She asked and I frowned a little. Had she completely forgotten the terms of the bargain? Perhaps doing I those through dreams should be done when I need to be more subtle perhaps?
"Currently you don't owe me a thing, I'm somewhat of an offeror of second chances or at least I style myself as such. I've brought you back from the brink and helped you through the worst of it and given you, your health back in the process. I can offer you enough money and resources to get going some place else to start a fresh and all this will cost you is a single favour that you can deny fulfilling when asked for one until you've fulfilled a single favour. Then we are even. At which point we'll never have to see each other again." I answered.
She stared at me before she summarized and asked. "So I'll owe you one which I'll get a choice of which offered way to fulfil that favour so I never do anything that's across my personal lines… or?"
"You forgot never speak of me or anything about me to anyone in your life you haven't met with me already." I pointed out with a teasing smile. She didn't seem to like that little stipulation but given the rather generous offer and favour done already to stay silent it was a fair request to make.
"Or?" She repeated herself.
"Or you come work for me. I offer you functional and applicable education in technological fields of your choice along with access to services that quite frankly some might just about kill for. I can take you from Tinker to Technician."
She narrowed her eyes at me and I almost smirked but instead I used Sekhet to project a quartet of choices in the shape of hologram cards. Something about the failed attempt to join the harlequins that Elgard the Warlock might have stuck a bit too much. I felt like I was becoming a show man at times.
"I have for ease of reference currently four options on offer, we can hash out a different deal if you so wish but I shall at least tell what I wish to offer you right off the bat." I said allowing the slight upturn of a smile into the corner of my mouth.
The First of the cards was a smoky light grey and showed simply a cog. The holograms being tactile hard light still amazed me and I helped apply the finishing touches to it to have sensation.
"The First one is this. I teach you the secrets of technology either to become one of the Mechanicum's priests or a Mechanicum inducted House Lady of a Knight house. In return I will be allowed to remove your power in return for a more stable and applicable technology that only your own imagination will allow you to advance with a wide and sturdy foundation to build upon. We will discuss what you wish to do for me while also pursuing your own ends in building for at least a period of a decade in which I will get to look at and can utilize anything new you develop from what I taught you during this decade of service." I flipped the card and it showed a regal lady of the less religious members of the ad mechanicum priesthood Samael had seen on one side. With the other showing another knightly athletic lady that was both priestess of the mechanicum and a pilot of the one of the machine god's greater machines with an imperial knight in the background.
Just to give an idea of what I was offering.
Sherrel swallowed at the implications that I wanted to take away her power but I just powered through. I placed the card down in front of Sherrel, once more having flipped the card to show only the light smoky grey card displaying a cog with a knight helm on one corner and on its opposite a cut out of a priest of mars head.
Onto the next card, this one golden with a fist clenched as an icon on one side and on the other a sword. Then I flipped it over to the fist to show something akin to the Astartes. "This next one would allow you to choose to learn specific assault oriented technology and access to a level of gene-crafting on yourself, voluntary of course." I paused allowing her to really look at the image of an Astartes in action. I even had it in a Gif for entertainment purposes.
"The service would be measure in a few centuries given the possible extension to your lifespan or to bring you into becoming among the best possibilities for humanity to reach in heights of evolution and be my companion throughout the ages, this will include you being loyal to me to the end."
I flipped over once more and showed something akin to a Custodes on the sword side before I flipped it around again to appear the same mystical smoky card yet still a simple plain colour again. I placed it next to the grey cog one.
I inwardly smiled at how I held her undivided attention given there was nothing I hadn't shown already that would indicate I couldn't deliver on my end. At least I hope it appeared that way.
"This one is a bit stranger that the other two options." This card a smoky purple with a Saurian side view icon on one side and one of the Eldaari on the other. "I would restructure you in an entirely new body to begin a life as something entirely new though this time given a privilege most don't."
I flipped the card showing images of Lizardmen and different casts from their society on one side and Eldaari on the other, winged or not. "I offer a choice of how your appearance shall be. It will of course be that I have your service in that I shall provide and give you purpose in you new life you shall have a choice in until the day you die."
Sherrel was really staring now at every card as I showed it and followed this one as I placed it next to the others in front of her. Her eyes darting from the three in front of her and the last one that I was now slowly, almost theatrically, reaching for.
"And my last offer. Is one where to take this one is to be fully conscious of the fact that it will instil in you an undying, unyielding loyalty from you to me. You will literally be ready to die for me if I ask you to do so or think it will be the best choice. You will be advisor, companion, bodyguard and assistant and everything else I might require of you. You will still have a measure of your free will in that you can make your own choices and the like but you will never leave my service nor betray me." Here the blue card showed her as made into some Amazonian Valkyrie warrior deity.
"In return you will be given the full measure and capability to reach into the vast possibilities and choose where you wish to reach for." I continued when the card was flipped over and something akin to a winged Vermin-lady was shown wielding a glaive. With cybernetic features and six different wings, bat like, feathered and steel mechanical wings that also doubled as a helmet grill for the lower half of the figures face.
As I slowly flipped this one over and placed it at the end of the other three I'd placed down in a line now, I spoke softly and gently. "It is the all or nothing option in truth. You give to me your everything and I will share with you of my everything in return. It is sort of needed to at least show trust in letting you know of the instilled loyalty that this option will include by default and is non-negotiable." I finished speaking right as I heard the flip of the card as if it was a real one slap against the table in front of Sherrel as if it was the gavel of a judge at a hearing.
I leaned back and stared at her while soothing and clearing my own mind.
I took her in and then held out my palm and a small metal coin appeared in my hand. "Or if you choose not to go for any of these and wish to discuss a deal now that you have an idea of the options available to you." I said as I placed the coin down in front of the line where it started with the grey cog card. "This is also the option to take the offered resources to begin a new life elsewhere, though you will be welcome to stay here until you feel ready to leave on your own volition no matter what you choose. All you shall owe me is a favour until it is fulfilled." I finished fully and finally.
We were silent then.
For a very long time.
Unlike many others, I would ask Sherrel to remain silent should she choose to walk away from it all and simply owe me a favour. It was because it would be very few that would get any or even all of the currently offered options at the same time. It was also a gamble on my part.
Sherrel picked up and spun the cards causing the change to the face of each side showing the images from before. She went through each and every one of the cards and the silence stretched out for what felt like hours.
She looked at me. "Do I have to chose now?"
"No but you'll have to if you begin to overstay your welcome. I am willing to help you back to your feet but I shall not be a crutch without getting anything out of it." I replied.
She huffed a little, not happy but understanding of my answer.
Then she breathed in and she chose.
I couldn't help the ear splitting grin that had her flinch at seeing the slightly elongated canines I'd gained from the changes so far. "Excellent choice~" I purred.
-/-I-/-
Dad stared at the hologram with an open mouth.
"You can pilot these?" He asked with the wondered awe of a child seeing an honest to god hologram for the first time. Granted the first time had gotten me the same expression but this time it was what the hologram was depicting that garnered the expression.
"Yub. I'm thinking of using them to fight the Endbringers or similar threats." I responded though I made sure to school my face into uneasy worry to show I wasn't sold on the idea. Even though I was really into the idea of piloting one of what I'd called my Immortals into battle. Not surprising given the war-like nature of most of those that made me up.
Just the thought of getting into the thick of it again had almost made me just suit up and charge the Merchants last night. Thankfully I had reigned myself in and hadn't gone off half-cocked, I had a plan for those wastes and I'd stick to it. Just needed a to finish the refined Mindshakle scarabs and finish building the Bio-furnaces on the Lunar facility. It would finish tonight as It was designed to me bellow the command core of the facility as it was build mostly down with a few more chambers radiating outwards from different floor sections depending on what the floor specialized in.
If the Necrons could use Wraithbone… I shivered internally at just the utter horror I had on my hands and what the Necrons might be capable of if they'd kept their souls.
I'd be able to make any master jealous to the extreme with them. Then again I did include the option to keep someone unconscious as well as a more influencing nano variant. The Nano variant was going to be used in an experiment on the Winslow staff…
Some people wouldn't really get another chance given some actions just didn't get forgiven unless the circumstances would be as extreme as say Bonesaw's situation for the most extreme end of that spectrum.
That girl needed some proper help and I was rather certain I would be a lot better for her than Slash ever would be. The rest of the nine though?
Well they were rabid animals at the best of times.
Those had to be put down. Slash and Manton especially.
I shook my head as I heard my dad having made his second lap around the hologram and then looked at me. "Did you get inspired by the Egyptians or something?" He asked and this time my expression of a flushed blush on me cheeks was genuine.
"Sort of?" I said as I typed in and showed the Immortals in style of the Imperial Eagle, A Saurian warrior, Skaven and two taking inspiration from the Wraith-guards of (and of the) Eldaari themselves. Then another click and five more showed something akin to human, Eldaari with a skink, Skaven and Chameleon that would be smaller support variants.
Everyone of them was either styled after a human body or those of my more demonic form for the Eagle and Saurian. The First designed as long range and/or heavy support weapons while the latter was more up close short range to melee oriented. The Skaven was somewhere in between being heavy weapons, proportioned after a Vermin-Lord something I found oddly fitting.
"The Idea is that the five Immortals would be the heavy hitters with the other five Spirits as sort of support focused smaller versions aimed more at one type of use or another compared to the heavy war focus of the Immortals. I might make more versions though, I don't know there's this thing like OC'd about numbers." I explained as I pressed another button and got a small line up of all of the six versions I'd just conceptually designed so far with the exception of the Skaven which I was building currently. Not sure why I chose them first but to each his own I guessed.
I had the idea of structuring my Necrontyr into different types when inspiration of what the Emperor had done with his Primarchs and their Legions. How I might apply that.
I thought for a while and decided my Primarchs would be the Phaerons. Each having their own miniature kingdom within my empire and utterly loyal to me. There will be no betrayal here given that those I choose to elevate won't be able to reach Primarch levels of ability or potential but I'll draw every ounce of potential and any empowerment I can manage to make them as effective as possible. Though I'd limit myself to eight, something about the numerology of it made me think of how to build personality engrams to create near sentient intelligence into those forces of the Nercron's that hadn't had much of a personality.
I frowned and then made a note and filed it away. Having Neruo-link to my systems via a simple black band around my right index finger does wonders for productivity.
I looked over at dad and he frowned a bit as he was, after some coaxing, was flicking through the plans I had to use for the city. His frown deep as he peered what he could from each design and the description and capability windows he opened up for each.
"Taylor… if this is all correct then…" He stared but trailed off as he saw the overall idea I had for the entirety of the docks and train-yard sections of the city with another flick showing what I had in mind of remaking the Shanty Town section.
"We will be able to remake the train-yard into something much greater as well as revitalizing trade and other job sectors of the city and even possibly impacting the world economy. Standardized pricing to raw resources will bring a permanent stability of sorts to the price having an effect on world wide economies so a firmer baseline that will not fluctuate.
It'll also provide more than enough power to the city with jobs and opportunities provided by factories, education centres, specific job training, restaurants, medical, food and organic industries. It might even save something of the shipping industry when I start the projects to clean the soil and air of pollutions. If I have the right help I might even revitalize the land to make earth a paradise if left to run its course. Of course I can't forget to mention the-" Dad cut me off at that point.
"The Orbital communications tower and the city shield facility." He said sternly. "What is the former even on this list and why is there a need for the later? This is Brockton Bay, as much as it pains me to say it this is a worthless shithole unless all of these plans of yours pan out. Then we might need it but why is it the second slated to be built alongside the powerplant after the main facility to be built?"
"Ah right about that..."
-/-/- = POV Change
-/-I-/- = Time skip
Authors Notes:
So yeah this chapter has fought me a little to be made though hopefully I can start getting into some action soon as our Taylor sets things up for what she figures will be what she needs before she goes and does her first full night as a Cape instead of the disaster that was getting Squealer.
By all means tell me what you guys think.
(the song in the background is: Hringd'í mig – Friðrik Dór for those interested)