03-04-2015, 07:10 AM
"Hello, you... Golemancer. I'm Crona, and this...uhm... this is Jon. Are you new here like your brother?" The child Designation: Crona spoke, seemingly intimidated by the Chimera. If Sivo had a lower jaw, instead of a Vox-Grille, he would have enjoyed a sly grin. Feudal worlders were easily influenced by the holy machines of the Omnissiah. Of note was the way the child referred to him: Golemancer. Witches must have made their foul mark on his home planet. With favourable previous events, the child was not corrupted by their sorcery. Of course, the foul Daemon Omni's appearance indicated that Sivo was not destined for fortunate events. Sivo began to formulate a response to the youth, only to be interrupted by the more mature individual. "Hello... You could help us, if you mean too. All of us... including the one you refer to as brother." The feudal worlder interspersed his speech with nervous glances, continually scanning the area. Much like the other, he appeared to be off-balanced by the arrival of Chimera.
Most importantly, his fellow tech-priest seemed in shock. Small xenos scampered around him, displaying a modicum of intelligence. Perhaps they were trained, as substitutes for the mechandrites his brother lacked. It was evident that his fellow was still adjusting to the machinations of the foul daemon Omni. The feudal worlders were in a state of confusion. Their lack of knowledge was pitiable. It was fortunate his brother still maintained the ability to acquire useful servants. Still, it would be best to share the needed information to prevent misunderstandings. "I am Sivo Sigma-Three-One-Seven-Seven, originating from... Data not found." The last snippet of speech was strangely distorted, coming from the cold logic of his cerebral implants. " It has been 38.79 minutes since my arrival, according to internal chronometers. I offer my assistance to my fellow faithful. One should never walk the path of knowledge alone. In this strange new realm, this is significantly more vital. Please, board the Chimera, and I will be oath-bound to carry you to your destination." Sivo repeated his beckoning motion to the rear hatch. "Has my fellow adept of the Adeptus Mechanicus been damaged in his transfer from home to this foul Daemon's personal playground?"
Most importantly, his fellow tech-priest seemed in shock. Small xenos scampered around him, displaying a modicum of intelligence. Perhaps they were trained, as substitutes for the mechandrites his brother lacked. It was evident that his fellow was still adjusting to the machinations of the foul daemon Omni. The feudal worlders were in a state of confusion. Their lack of knowledge was pitiable. It was fortunate his brother still maintained the ability to acquire useful servants. Still, it would be best to share the needed information to prevent misunderstandings. "I am Sivo Sigma-Three-One-Seven-Seven, originating from... Data not found." The last snippet of speech was strangely distorted, coming from the cold logic of his cerebral implants. " It has been 38.79 minutes since my arrival, according to internal chronometers. I offer my assistance to my fellow faithful. One should never walk the path of knowledge alone. In this strange new realm, this is significantly more vital. Please, board the Chimera, and I will be oath-bound to carry you to your destination." Sivo repeated his beckoning motion to the rear hatch. "Has my fellow adept of the Adeptus Mechanicus been damaged in his transfer from home to this foul Daemon's personal playground?"
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