Chapter 11Forge
Subject Wah was crying yet again as the servitor walked around in random circles dragging her crate of food behind her, the servitor was suffering particularly badly from mind lock today and just couldn't seem to gather her focus to break out of her endless circling.
The servitor was in a big cavern full of demountable metal buildings, Adeptus Mechanicus Menials populated the area in small gaggles, unsubtly eyeing the servitor with a crying baby with obvious concern. The servitor was too stupid to really understand (or care) that she was making a huge scene in a crowded accommodation hub, currently walking in circles in the middle of the equivalent of the local town square.
"That servitor has a baby!"
"Why does she have a baby?"
"Should we call the Skitarii?"
"No no no, don't call the Skitarii, don't go near her, the baby is hers and she is always hanging around this area. Don't do anything to get her and her baby shot, I will get her out of here."
The servitor continued to walk around in endless circles as a familiar looking Menial cautiously approached.
"Mummy servitor, it's me Pi, let me help you out of your mind lock."
The servitor glanced at (Subject Pi) the (Subject Menial) (subset female), she was nervously approaching in her gas mask and uniform rad suit with her open palms raised soothingly.
"W cubed plus X cubed equals Y cubed plus Z cubed. What is the smallest nontrivial solution in positive integers?" The Menial proposed a simple Diophantine equation to reboot the servitor's mind locked brain.
(12 cubed plus 1 cubed) (equals) (9 cubed plus 10 cubed) (equals) (1729) the servitor replied automatically in a buzz of binary, her semi-retarded altered brain very good at mathematics due to a tiny inbuilt cogitator logic engine surgically implanted in her brain.
This brief mathematical calculation snapped the servitor's brain out of her severe mind lock. She stopped circling and put Subject Wah's mouth on her chest mound to suckle.
"Follow me out of here mummy servitor, you need to keep out of sight of the Skitarii before they find you." Subject Pi said coaxingly.
(Subject this servitor) (action follow) (Subject Pi)
Subject Pi walked out of the cavern into a side tunnel and the servitor calmly followed her, dragging the crate of food and holding Subject Wah tightly.
They both walked through the tunnels for a time, navigating a maze of different tunnels.
"You are lucky I found you, you are lucky it's today so that I had the time to help you, any other day and I wouldn't be there."
(Syntax error)
"Today is my breeding day. I'm about to ovulate and I was waiting for my boyfriend outside the fertilisation unit when I saw you."
(Identify breeding) (identify ovulate) (identify boyfriend) (identify fertilisation unit)
"You don't know those words?"
(Assessment correct)
"Oh, I don't know how I could even begin to explain those things to you, well breeding is how you got Wah"
The servitor looked at Pi's abdomen for a swelling but found none.
(Subject Pi) (subset female) (component abdomen) (state not swollen) (assessment incorrect)
"Mummy servitor you misunderstand. Breeding is what happens before the swelling occurs."
(Request explain)
The pair walked together as Pi paused thinking what to say.
"A male and a female touch their… urinary systems together to breed. Did that happen to you?"
(Assessment correct)
"Who did it to you?"
(Subject Tech Priest Enginseer) (subset male)
"A tech priest did this to you?! I thought it was just a Menial!"
"What is his name?"
(Assessment unknown)
"I need to know, he needs to be reported before he rapes even more servitors."
(Assessment unknown)
"Where were you when this happened, when the tech priest touched your urinary system with his urinary system?"
(Location Factory 888B) (subset nut production line) (station 55687A) (descriptive nut boxing station) (Subject this servitor) (subset female) (role nut boxer).
"You were a nut boxing servitor who was just doing your job when he came up to you and touched your urinary system?"
(Assessment correct)
"You poor thing, I'm so sorry that happened to you."
(Syntax error)
"How did you go feral from the factory?"
(Syntax error)
"How did you get here from the factory?"
(Action walked)
"Why did you leave the factory?"
(Assessment… Assessment… Pain…)
"Pain?"
(State sleep pain) (state leaking eyes) (state unknown)
Pi was suddenly hugging the servitor tightly and making sobbing noises similar to Subject Wah?
"You poor thing. You had nightmares and you cried until you ran away! I'm crying, I can't stop crying!"
The servitor blinked liquid in her own eyes for reasons unknown, some very deep part of her understood and was weeping.
(Subject Wah) (status important to) (subject this servitor)
"I know that you now live for your baby. Wah is all you have to live for. You love that baby."
(Syntax error)
"I will help you. I already have been helping you as much as I can. You can trust me."
(Subject Pi) (subset female) (action breeding) (result pain)
"You are worried about me being raped like you were?"
(Unknown object rape)
"Rape is when your urinary system is touched when you don't want it to be touched"
(Assessment understood) (subject this servitor) (action raped)
(Subject Pi) (action raped)
"No no not me, I wasn't raped. I bred consensually, I chose to be bred, I asked for it to happen."
(Syntax error)
"Look, I know that you are confused, but I have to go back soon, Logarithm will be waiting. You are safe now in these tunnels around here, just stay out of the settlements and avoid the Skitarii. I will find you another time in the future, just keep looking after Wah and stay safe. Do you have water and everything else you need?"
(Assessment correct)
"I wish I had more time but I'm going to ovulate soon. I have to go now but you keep yourself and that baby safe."
(Subject Pi) then (action walked away) back up the tunnel. The servitor turned her attention to looking at Subject Wah adoringly as she suckled.
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Pi jogged to the fertilisation unit in a fluster, finding the rad suited gas masked Logarithm waiting for her outside in anxious excitement and obvious impatience.
"There you are. I was getting worried." Logarithm said as soon as he saw her approaching.
"I'm sorry, I'm here." Pi said, jogging over to hug him in greeting.
The fertilisation unit was a large complex of many large metal demountables bolted together into a very large medical facility capable of servicing hundreds of Menial couples at once. It was located right in the middle of the habitation settlement cavern, right beside what might be called the town square. It was one of the most important (and popular) buildings in the entire habitation settlement.
Currently there were several couples gathered outside eagerly holding hands and looking excited, (the men in particular were excited, the women more just humouring the men). Pi herself was more excited about the half day off work today than about the breeding, she had been run off her feet for days with gruelling overtime, she was deeply relieved to be able to skip half her shift to attend the fertilisation unit.
Logarithm held Pi very excitedly in his arms and he all but dragged her up the metal stairs to the fertilisation unit air lock, opening the door with an inbuilt authorisation retina scanner built into the door that scanned the eyes of both of them through the glass of their goggles, Logarithm then virtually manhandling Pi inside.
Pi was mildly irritated but didn't resist as he pulled off her gas mask for her as soon as the airlock finished a rad scrubbing cycle, releasing her long blonde hair and tired pretty face and blue eyes.
Logarithm pulled off his own gas mask to reveal a handsome angular clean shaven white face and cleft chin. Logarithm had long manly blonde hair like Pi and striking blue eyes, his ethnic facial features distinctly those of a Ferrous Prime native same as Pi.
Logarithm removed his rad suit to reveal a hairless bare chest and knobbly bumps of muscle sticking out of his abdomen and lower chest in a way that always made Pi's mouth fall open, his broad shoulders and slabs of chest muscles and huge biceps revealing him to be a natural mesomorph who spent an hour a day lifting heavy iron weights in his rad suit in a makeshift outdoor gymnasium. The men had set up this informal outdoor gymnasium and liked to congregate there and encourage each other in lifting heavy iron weights to sculpt their muscles, given the strict sex segregation the men had little else to do during their free time most days but spend time with their fellow men in these smelly heavy boys exercise activities.
Logarithm and the other men did these muscle building exercises for one reason only, to attract and excite women sexual partners. It worked too, Pi's mouth was hanging open as she gawked at Logarithm's astonishing mountain range of various abdominal muscles.
Logarithm stripped completely out of his rad suit, revealing a mouth watering sculpted body of bulging lean muscle and manly veins, clad only in white underpants and socks .
Logarithm put his strong bare hands on the zips of Pi's rad suit and slowly unzipped her front as her bottom lip trembled with excitement, slowly peeling off her rad suit to leave her standing before him in only her bra and panties and socks.
He put his strong hands on her trembling bare shoulders and she thrilled from the touch, he lifted her chin softly and kissed her lips passionately.
Pi gave herself to his kiss, the pair of them breaking the kiss just long enough to stow their rad suits and gas masks before kissing again as the inner airlock opened.
A medical servitor on the other side of the airlock led them down a sterile metal hall as the pair followed, kissing as they walked, they were led to a private breeding room with a bed and ensuite bathroom, closing the door behind them and getting straight into bed together.
Logarithm's chiseled mouth kissed the side of Pi's neck as she removed her bra, she pulled down his underpants, he pulled off her panties.
The pair didn't rush to penetrate but played first in the sheets with a lot of kissing and foreplay. Pi was wet and Logarithm was hard, her tongue licked his chin cleft as he sucked on the tip of her nose.
Pi gasped as she was penetrated under the sheets, it was intense, it was good. She was going to ovulate tonight and her hormones were going crazy with the desire to breed.
The bed rocked and bounced as Pi cried out in low gasps of ecstasy, her face scrunching up in grimaces of hard pleasure. She exhaled in a long hard moan and Logarithm cried out in passion on top of her. Pi felt his semen enter her and she chuckled fondly and kissed the panting Logarithm.
Logarithm pulled out of her and Pi moved to get a sanitary hand towel from a little box on a small table beside the bed, wiping between her legs to avoid a sticky mess on the sheets. Logarithm wrestled Pi back into bed and kissed her fondly, making her feel wonderful.
Logarithm played with Pi in the sheets with more kissing and playful foreplay until his sexual cycle recovered and he got erect again, then Pi was being penetrated a second time with her eyes looking up into her forehead in sexual ecstasy.
Again and again Pi was penetrated, inseminated multiple times as often as Logarithm could manage. Only once a month could they bed together like this and they would both be penalised with a reduced number of toilet breaks this month if Pi didn't get fertilised, these two factors making the monthly breeding night a frenzy of sex and passion.
Pi was lying naked in the sheets, with one of Logarithm's hands affectionately holding one of her breasts. She was gloriously comfortable and felt wonderful.
Pi traced a finger tip over one of Logarithm's bulging abdominal muscles, admiring his delicious muscles.
Pi really needed this relaxing breeding night tonight. She was being worked ragged at work with mandatory overtime and impossible iron ore quotas, the Imperial Guard asked the impossible of the forge world. She was sore and tired and overworked, she had well and truly earned this relaxing half day breeding in the comfortable spacious bed of the fertilisation unit with her yummy hunk of a boyfriend.
Pi relaxed her tired body in his embrace and sighed with contentment.
The breeding had only just started, she had the entire night yet to go, Logarithm would empty his testicles inside her vagina as many times as he could manage, she would orgasm sooo many more times before this night was done. Then after she was well and truly pregnant she would be injected with the most wonderful narcotics and have her fertilised ovum removed by a servitor with specialist tools.
Pi had definitely earned this relaxing reprieve from her onerous duties at work. Hopefully the Imperial Guard would stop being so greedy for war supplies very soon and let her go back to her regular hours, this mandatory overtime was just unacceptable.
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On the nearby polluted hive world of Freundschaftsbeziehungen, deep into the great ash waste flat lands far from the hive cities the lands were covered in military basic training camps stretching hundreds of kilometres. An entire city of kaki fabric tents and huge firing ranges and marching fields, endless mock battle fields and training grounds and exercise obstacle courses. Entire armadas of trucks and training vehicles and mountains of supplies were present to feed and equip literally hundreds of millions of new recruits.
Half starved desperate men in kaki uniforms worked punishing 16 hour a day basic training regimes under the stub pistols of snarling training sergeants, the slowest men to run the training courses being summarily shot in the heads for the crime of wasting the Emperor's food and space and air with their unworthy bodies.
Terrified hungry recruits ran up to 50 kilometres at a time without any rest to build their stamina and strength, the training sergeants promising that those who failed from exhaustion would be shot. Other men stood at perfect attention and any who broke their discipline to move or scratch itches were shot. Other men were relentlessly screamed at by training sergeants holding guns to their heads to break down their wills and train them to focus on orders through any distractions.
The meat of those many men who were shot for slight failures was a large minority of the food rations that sustained the rest of the recruits in basic training, the sector wide food shortage was so severe here on Freundschaftsbeziehungen that corpse starch was forming an ever increasing proportion of the local food supply. And these skinny recruits were VERY well fed by the standards of the average inhabitants of this hive world, billions were literally starving from the immense food shortages.
Those recruits who survived the initial punishing exercise regimes and discipline training were then issued with fake metal training weapons to teach them the correct techniques to hold a gun, undoing whatever hive city gang land weapons knowledge they thought they had and teaching them proper form and technique. Endlessly they trained with these fake weapons just in movement exercises to build the muscle memory to hold the guns the right way in combat, until long after they were completely sick of the fake weapons.
Those that survived the fake weapons training without being shot for attitude or incompetence were then given incredibly basic low powered training laser carbines and trained 16 hours a day in the firing range, shooting thin paper targets as officers and sergeants screamed at them. They were taught other skills from marching to cooking to field craft to first aid. They were relentlessly worked harder than women like the distant Pi could possibly imagine, completely broken down by relentless cruel training and built back up into highly disciplined killers who would obey any order without question.
These men (and occasional women) would eventually be fighting orks and they needed to be this brutally trained and disciplined to have any chance of survival. The orks of the Thieving Gits tribe had recently all but destroyed two entire Siege Armies of the Death Korps of Krieg, they had decimated 18 entire regiments of Valhallan ice warriors, they had even managed to cripple a warlord titan!
These orks were vicious and dangerous even by usual ork standards, battle hardened from centuries of war in the asteroid belts of Eta Dawkins. So far every single regiment of Imperial Guard soldiers who had faced them had been defeated, decimated or destroyed. At best they could slow the orks down for a while but never drive them back. The entire sector would be lost if the Imperium couldn't put together some forces that could actually stand their ground and take back lost planets from the orks.
These recruits had a punishing 9 month basic training program ahead of them, followed by a 9 month advanced training program. Then and only then would they be soldiers worthy of joining the *planetary defence force* of Freundschaftsbeziehungen, not the imperial guard, it took more than just 18 months of training to make a soldier worthy of serving in the Imperial Guard.
The recruits who survived to the end of these 18 months of brutal training would become proud members of the Freundschaftsbeziehungen planetary defence forces Volksgrenadiers, and be organised into Freundschaftsbeziehungen Volksgrenadier regiments tasked with defending their home planet as a standing reserve defence force army. They would serve as the first line of defence if the orks invaded Freundschaftsbeziehungen and they would act as reserve soldiers to bolster the Imperial Guard when they eventually arrived to take over the defence.
During their duties in the planetary defence forces they would receive additional training and see their first true blood putting down rebellions and food riots in the starving hives, battling heavily armed hive gangs and other armed forces deep in the hives and the surrounding ash wastes. They would build and hone their skills and experience. Then and only then would they be even considered as good enough soldiers for the regiments of the Imperial Guard.
The Imperial Guard annually took the best ten percent of all the available soldiers in the planetary defence forces in peacetime, with those 90 percent of soldiers who remained having another year of training and local experience ahead of them to hopefully be good enough to be in the top ten percent next year. But this right now was not peacetime.
During this period of all out war the tithe was increased 300 percent, requiring the top thirty percent of local troops to join the Imperial Guard. On a teeming hive world like Freundschaftsbeziehungen thirty percent of the local forces was well over two hundred million soldiers a year joining the Imperial Guard, and these local soldiers all needed to be replaced by massively increased recruitment lest local defence forces suffered capability shortfalls.
The planetary Governor in fact had good reason to believe that the war time soldier tithe might be increased even more in the coming months and recruitment was massively increased just in case. Close to a billion men and women were currently undergoing brutal training in the ash waste basic training camps, and logistics were at nearly breaking point trying to supply and equip so many recruits.
The kilometres long supply void bound space ships literally could not arrive fast enough on their route from Ferrous Prime to Freundschaftsbeziehungen to deliver enough military supplies, even with fleets of ships it was impossible. The armies being raised were too large, they needed too many tanks, they needed too many artillery pieces, they needed too much ammunition just for the basic training they needed to undertake just to learn how to use their vehicles and advanced weapons like missile launchers and heavy bolters.
The Imperial Guard had already taken over 200 million of the best soldiers from Freundschaftsbeziehungen along with their best armoured vehicles and best artillery systems and best weapons. This equipment all needed to be replaced lest the planetary defence force be ruined in the event of an ork invasion, plus all of the associated spare parts and spare ammunition.
All of this was ruinous to local military supplies and logistics.
Pi might foolishly think the Imperial Guard and local military forces terribly greedy for military supplies, but she was being a naive ignorant fool. In truth what Ferrous Prime was sending was completely inadequate in the face of actual demands for military equipment, the demand hugely exceeded the available supply by orders of magnitude.
The Freundschaftsbeziehungen Volksgrenadier planetary defence force regiments were so short of advanced Ferrous Prime weapons that they had to make do with locally manufactured substitutes, few soldiers even having a Ferrous Prime pattern lasgun. The average fully trained Volksgrenadier was armed only with an incredibly cheap and nasty M10 pattern lasgun locally made in the factories of the local hive cities, one of the most famously "shit" patterns of lasgun in the galaxy.
Even grenades were in short supply and almost all of them were locally made and lacking in quality. Plasma weapons were basically nonexistent, missile launchers were incredibly basic local designs when they existed at all, heavy bolters were mostly inferior local models with locally manufactured inferior ammunition prone to jamming or exploding in the barrel. Flamers were locally manufactured and lower quality.
The artillery units had *some* advanced motorised artillery from Ferrous Prime, but the super majority of remaining artillery was locally manufactured crude towed artillery that used local varieties of ammunition, mostly using 155 millimetre shells of a type that the Imperial Guard didn't use. The mechanised infantry mostly used locally manufactured wheeled armoured cars rather than chimeras, and the tank regiments had *a few* of the most basic variant of Leman Russ battle tanks lacking even any side sponson weapons, but with the vast majority of their battle tanks actually not being Leman Russ at all but rather being incredibly cheap and crude wheeled SteG-4 light tanks, these cheap and basic SteG-4 tanks locally produced in hive city factories and completely lacking anything fancy.
Freundschaftsbeziehungen was an industrial economy but not one traditionally focused on weapons manufacturing. The planet mined and smelted copper and other critical metals from very low grade local ores, producing mountains of industrial ash and slag for a tiny bit of purified metal to use locally or export to Ferrous Prime. This was profitable as an export industry only because the labor was so cheap on this teeming hive world.
As well as metal refining the planet also had massive civilian textile industries producing fabric and clothing out of synthetic materials. They also had a huge cobbler industry making shoes. They made buttons and zippers and Velcro, they made hats and vests and socks and handkerchiefs and innumerable other things in huge industrial sweatshops.
The heavy manufacturing they did focus heavily on was civilian household items, everything from cutlery to enamelware, toasters to refrigerators, furniture to wall decorations. They made (very basic) electric lamps, they made toothbrushes, they made detergent, they made millions of different simple low tech civilian items that didn't require the technology of a forge world to manufacture.
The most important and labor intensive job creating industry was sadly one that didn't turn a profit at all, namely the planetary cleanup industry. Freundschaftsbeziehungen was a polluted hive world drowning in its own filth and trash and pollution, and only the combined labor of billions sorted through all the trash for recycling, mopped up the worst of the chemical effluent, swept the ashes off the roads and buildings, purified and distilled the drinking water, changed the clogged up air filters in the hive ventilation ducts, and manned huge atmosphere processor machines that used nuclear powered electrochemical processes just to keep the outside air oxygenated and breathable.
An entire underclass of over a hundred billion people were employed in these horrible nasty jobs fighting a constant battle against filth and pollution, and these lowly paid trash collectors and air duct janitors were the first people to starve in the current food shortage. These smelly untouchables, many of them a sanctioned mutant underclass who had mutated in the chemical pollution they worked with, had been the first to riot and among the worst food rioters in terms of violence, many of them armed with crude weapons like rusted revolvers and home made blunderbuss shotguns. It was a testament to the viciousness of the local Volksgrenadier regiments that these mutant food riots were so firmly kept under control with lethal violence.
The corpse starch factories worked nonstop turning dead mutant food rioters into cans of disgusting meat to feed the rest of the stinking rabble the meanest starvation rations. The corn/soy meal from Septicus Agrius arrived in meagre shipments that just wasn't enough to feed the almost a trillion people who lived on Freundschaftsbeziehungen. The food shipments from Broadmeadow and other civilised worlds capable of farming were even more pathetically inadequate to feed everyone. Billions of people had taken to hunting vermin like hive rats and cockroaches to supplement their diets, but the vermin population was so quickly decimated by this sudden predation that it became harder and harder to find so much as a cockroach left to eat.
Even now some experienced regiments of planetary defence force Volksgrenadiers were being handed over to the Imperial Guard as additional unexpected tithes, getting their crappy vehicles and weapons replaced with proper weapons and vehicles and equipment from Ferrous Prime. Cheap and nasty M10 pattern lasguns were swapped out for shiny new gleaming steel Ferrous Prime number 26 pattern las battle rifles with ergonomic bullpup stocks, multiple fire control options, comfortable plastic grips, viewing scopes and laser aiming pointers. Proper weapons that could actually hope to kill an ork unlike the locally manufactured crap M10 lasguns.
Woefully inadequate SteG-4 light tanks were swapped out for freshly painted Ferrous Prime pattern Leman Russ battle tanks with a huge range of sponson weaponry rated to kill orks, with side sponson plasma cannons being especially prized. The men themselves were given huge numbers of plasma guns and melta guns and ork killing sniper rifles, missile launchers with the most high tech proper missiles guaranteed to maximise kill probabilities.
Thousands of Ferrous Prime pattern basilisk self propelled artillery systems with hyper precision aiming tolerances were given to these new imperial guard regiments, along with fuel and ammunition and vast quantities of spare parts, many of these spare parts coming directly from factory 888B itself from iron ore mined by Pi herself.
These brave regiments knew that they were most likely marching off to their doom, soon to personally have a giant ork chainsaw rammed up their bottom, but they bravely accepted their fate with honour and pride. They would slow the ork advance with their lives, so that others could live, so that peace and food could be returned to the Pax Sector.
The well fed Pi enjoying her boyfriend's penis inside her had no right to complain, her complaints dishonoured those who starved and those who fought. Her forge world got the first pick of all the food in the entire sector, her forge world was the most protected planet in the sector, she was enjoying unimaginable privileges from her position as a Menial of the Adeptus Mechanicus and official member of the religion of the machine god. Were Pi to visit Freundschaftsbeziehungen in her official rad suit with its official Ferrous Prime insignia she would be treated with respect by every commoner she encountered, as an ordained servant of the tech priests of Ferrous Prime.
Hundreds of billions of starving people on Freundschaftsbeziehungen would kill to swap places with Pi right now, to enjoy the basic right to sufficient food every single day, and not the nasty meat of dead humans but proper food grown on a farm.
Back on Ferrous Prime Pi cried out as she climaxed yet again in the fertilisation unit, energetically getting herself pregnant with another precious embryo of Ferrous Prime heritage. She was in a sterile clean room with clean air and fresh clean sheets, her flawless pristine flesh untouched by pollution or radiation from a lifetime of protection in her rad suit and gas mask. She didn't even do any physical work herself in her daily occupation, the servitors did all the work as Pi simply bossed them around.
But of course Pi would never be convinced of her true position of laze and comfort, it was the nature of weak flesh to overestimate its own hardships and underestimate its blessings. Hypocrisy was amongst the most common of all the petty sins of man, with naivety being even more common than the hypocrisy it naturally bred. It took a special kind of individual to be truly self aware of one's own true position and nature in life.
It went without saying that Pi would complain about her overtime the very next work shift, that was simply the nature of weak flesh.
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