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Arkanomen posted:Question, why do we want the throne to linger? That is probably the most  post in this entire thread. We have a chance to fix the thing.
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Also our name would go down in Legends. Oh sure plenty of important people know who we are, but imagine that ten thousand years from now stories of Magos Ohone, She Who Fixed The Throne, are still being told by preachers around the galaxy.
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Okay, but we let it fail and then install Fabs as the Emps reincarnation.
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Arkanomen posted:Okay, but we let it fail and then install Fabs as the Emps reincarnation. He's good, but he's not THAT good.
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Arkanomen posted:Aren't we though, Space Joseph Ohone?
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JT Jag posted:Athena called it a novelty. It isn't that powerful, and likely only optimizes machines. That possibly includes biological machines like muscles or joints. The warp is the reflection/shadow of living souls. Something ganked up the immaterium hard but it's still a living thing. It should work, or atleast Athena's supersize version of it, no?
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Arkanomen posted:The warp is the reflection/shadow of living souls. Something ganked up the immaterium hard but it's still a living thing. It should work, or atleast Athena's supersize version of it, no?
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LowellDND posted:Couple mid size projects - a few hundred people like your Tech Priests or Domine. Sure.  Optimize Adelaide
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JT Jag posted:Can you use a wrench to fix a programming error? If a connection is giving you an intermittent signal then yes. Also you can force a reset if you hit it hard enough.
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Arkanomen posted:If a connection is giving you an intermittent signal then yes. Also you can force a reset if you hit it hard enough. It won't do anything though
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Nov 11, 2015 23:27
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As far as we can tell, the device only makes things objectively better, not subjectively. Used on ourselves, our implants functioned better, but they didn't change their function, nor did Ohone suddenly become a saint. Basically what I'm saying is, anyone feel like seeing what an optimized Tzeentch looks like?
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JT Jag posted:You know what? Next time we're traveling through the Warp, feel free to have someone point this at it. With our luck, it'll be corrupted by the warp and start mutating anything it interacts with instead.
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Tomn posted:As far as we can tell, the device only makes things objectively better, not subjectively. Used on ourselves, our implants functioned better, but they didn't change their function, nor did Ohone suddenly become a saint. Like the OP.
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Arkanomen posted:Like the OP. Awww 
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Nov 11, 2015 23:55
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use the device on the emperor/throne and our ship.
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I wonder what happens when you optimize a stellar mass/large nuclear reaction? Point it at the sun. Oh, and a tyranid when we get the chance. Don't do this. Do this Outrail fucked around with this message at 00:30 on Nov 12, 2015 |
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HiHo ChiRho posted:
Ol' Bricellus would be up for it too, "optimise me that I might better smite thy foemen!" also pray for me, November tornado time
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Arkanomen posted:Okay, but we let it fail and then install Fabs as the Emps reincarnation. I'd rather not find out what happens to people possessed by the Emperor when the Emperor dies, thank you very much. Using this on the throne has the potential to stave off problems like our beacon in the Warp flickering until we can come up with a more permanent solution.
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Seriously though Whatever else we do, use it on the ship.
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Going on a veteran's day food looting spree, Ill post after  I have my phone and will check the thread from time to time.
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LowellDND posted:Going on a veteran's day food looting spree, Ill post after I wanted to do that today but Im stuck at work.
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Day 11 Current: 16,750 Total Goal: 18,333 Todays music: Maid of Orleans by Dark Moor Maiden Mother Crone <Well. We’ve tested on tech-priests. Let’s expand the margin. Organic form (animal), organic form (human), and mechanical device. If things look good there, we’ll use it on the ship.> <So quick, Magos?> The tone wasn’t fear, but excitement. <Sure> Your tone was brisk. <Have to get ready for the war and all> <Very good. I’ve ordered the servitors to collect up one of the fluorocats, and I’m going through the files. Some of the Domine have volunteered for special programs, once they became available.> A thought of your first cat flickered through your mind, and you shook it off. This test would go better, you were sure. Although the symmetry of it bothered you on a certain level. Magos and apprentice, and the dull hum of the labs. This time would go better. The cat the servitors reminded you of Flours II in a lot of ways. Half covered in the fungal patches that the Tribes used for healing (and that you now knew were orkoid spores). There was a certain atavatistic horror to it, these half human things with augmented eyes and removed voices, holding an angry cat out to you. The past was bothering you more than it usually did, today. Your first servitors, crafted of your enemies, dead at the hand of Abraxus. History didn’t repeat, but it did seem to rhyme. You shook your head again to clear it. Everything was fine. You were at your peak, in control. This was just memories, coming back to haunt you. You glanced at Theta-411. <Proceed. I will observe.> If only to conceal the slight tremor in your muscles. Everything was running 100% or more, it was all in your head. Still. Running through the ship defenses did little to calm you. The metal rail you were standing behind twisted and bent under your grip. The device was applied, and held to the cat for several minutes. Even in that time, changes were noticeable. Old scars fading, the orkoid tissue forming more naturally. The cat was … more cat. If that made any sense. It also held the aspects of some sort of lizard, lanky and full of stillness and sudden moves. You wondered if it was warm or cold-blooded. You wondered what a DNA test might reveal. Regardless, the test seemed to have worked on an organic creature. More along the lines of … moderate healing, or perhaps a rejuv treatment. That might be worth following up on, rejuv was usually ludicriously expensive. You would have to filter for pure humanity, though. Rather awkward if someone showed enough of a change that they rated as abhuman suddenly. The idea of Eldar somewhere deep in your background was a thought you carefully avoided. <Worth human testing, I think. Tag the cat in case we need it later, but otherwise let it go. Who were our volunteers?> <I wanted to test on one of the Tribunes, Magos. She has a history of weird and unexpected successes, clawed her way up to the Domine ranks, and is a very functional very sociopath.> <Just the kind of person we need to upgrade.> Your tone was not sarcastic. <Send her in.> <Yes Magos.> The individual was … small. About the height of one of the voidborn, although you recognized her as a planet-dweller. A child of some sort, not that that meant anything these days. If it ever had. To quote some warlord of the distant past, ‘Children can pull a trigger just as well as an adult. Better, in some cases.’ “Your name?” “Adelaide, Lord-Sire.” “Are you aware of what this program entails?” “No.” “It’s experimental. It’s shown improvement in four out of four cases. It has every possibility of killing or mutating you.” “If it doesn’t?” “Then you will be improved. In some way.” “I understand. Go ahead.” You raised your eyebrows at her. “Are you sure?” She shrugged. “We all die sometime, Lord-Sire. All that matters is that it helps the Imperium.” “Well said. Please stand still.”
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Day 11 Current: 17,432 Total Goal: 18,333 Doom over dead man, by Amon Amarth That’s what little girls are made of The humming continued for nearly an hour, and didn’t appear to result in any pain. Or, the young Abrogate had become utterly indifferent to it. Both were possible, and neither would surprise you. Theta-411 kept an eye on her vitals, which had slowed in interesting ways. Slower breathing, slower heartbeat. Would it eventually kill her? None of you would stop the experiment, of course. The wheels of the Imperium are greased with blood, and all that. In this case, though… she seemed to have lucked out. Sample five out of five, success. The humming faded away, and she looked much the same. A quick scan of her vitals suggested expanded improvement in heart and lungs, endurance, vitality, things of that nature. And some minor potential problems from malnutrition looked like they were being addressed. As Athena would put it, ‘neat.’ It hadn’t made her superhuman or a Space Marine, from what you could tell, but it did seem to have put her at the far edge of the bell curve for ‘very healthy human.’ Might be worth using on the Abrogates if you could find a way to mass produce it, their mentality of stoic suffering built up a lot of damage on their systems. And while their heightened resistance to pain was nice, the increased medical complications cut down on the army strength a fair bit. “Well, Adelaide, you seem to have come across a full health inspection worthy of any Hive Spire. Congratulations.” “Thank you, Lord-Sire. If I may ask?” “Go ahead.” “One of my men, Travis Wrent, suffered severe damage recently. Could we test it on him as well?> You glanced at Theta-411, who shrugged. <More test subjects couldn’t hurt.> <And a few hours won’t matter.> “Sure, we’ll have the servitors bring him in.” She had been understating the damage, if anything. He was a few vital systems plugged into a row of machines. He looked like he had jumped on a grenade, and then done it again just to see if it did the same thing. Theta paused uncertainly. <I can’t even find a torso to put the device on.> <Eh, just put it somewhere in the middle there. Biggest pile of blobby bits. This might even impact the machines too, which would be nice.> <Yes, Magos.> Afterwards, you couldn’t even say which had been more fascinating to watch. The slow stitching of flesh and muscle, turning a pile of meat into a recognizable form, or the steady improvements of the machines. They were slowly shifting into something you could easily see treating Family on the Alpha Deck, as opposed to the leftovers used for one somewhat-favored Abrogate. He probably wouldn’t even be functional for another day at least, but you were tempted to just leave him there while he recovered. Until the flayed form reached out for you, somehow, against all reason, conscious. You nearly blasted him right then, but your metalline mind identified the horrible hissing as words. “Lord-Sire! Lord-Sire…” “Relax, relax! We’re fixing you right now.” “Lord-Sire. Cultists, aboard the ship. In the Heart…”
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"Yeah, well, what else is new?"
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So I guess the options are A. Investigate yourself and the people here B. Send a company of GreyCloaks C. EEVERRERYONNNNEEEE D. Don't send anyone, he's half dead and you have science to do. E. Something Else
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A Let's go talk to the e: okay changing vote to B because I just wanna see things happen!! poor life choice fucked around with this message at 06:15 on Nov 12, 2015 |
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"Cultists of what kind? Tell me in detail what you saw."
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LowellDND posted:So I guess the options are B + Minions. This seems like a perfect task to use to test some of our second-tier assistants. Pick 2 or 3 of them at random. Give each a group of Grey Cloaks, and have them do the initial investigation.
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If we've learnt anything it's DON'T GO 'INVESTIGATE' THINGS OURSELVES. Send some servitors and a whole container load worth of skulls. The remote controlled ones with bombs on them. Five at a time. Wave after wave recording and transmitting everything.
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Waci posted:"Cultists of what kind? Tell me in detail what you saw." quote:Travis Log *cough* Last one I want to emphasize that is an audio log of a person who may be an unreliable narrator, and he's currently recovering from being gibbed.
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B Have a contingent of our Super-Abrogates on standby.
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Oh, quick question Paragon. The Tech-Priest you had intro the device was named Theta-411. Same Theta as I used way way back with Commissar Kaydae, or different one? (I'm fine either way, just updating notes)
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falcon2424 posted:B + Minions. Yeah actually i'm gonna throw my support behind this.
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falcon2424 posted:B + Minions. Off the cuff, Im thinking Ripley, Raul, and Lux.
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Speaking of Space Dad pt 5 “It’s so...empty” Salmari whispers, eyeing the featureless grey hallway. It was the furthest into the ship that they’ve been in years. Apart from the tidiness, the dark halls of the Beast were almost indistinguishable from the Between. “Where is everyone? There should be peo--” Chianti hushes her, listening intently. “Be quiet, I think I hear...Patrol! Hide, quick! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KIKrSG-Xzc DiMuzio watches the two mutants attempt to hide themselves, rather unsuccessfully, in the hallway. He was much too old for these shenanigans. He is a Lord Sire, the Butcher, and he was not going to cower like children less than half his age. He simply turns to face the incoming patrol. If it came down to a fight, well. An old man has his tricks. “What are you doing!” hisses Chianti, moments before the patrol turns the corner.  The two women freeze, eyes wide as they stare at the masked patrol. Frederick clears his throat, speaking calmly. “We are lost civilians, would you mind showing us the way back?” The abrogates are silent. Then  Showing no outward surprise, DiMuzio simply says “Well. I suppose we’re auxiliary.” They were swiftly whisked away. They passed countless encampments, fortifications, and security checkpoints. After each one Chianti and Salmari breathed a sigh of relief, and the genetic scanners stayed silent. Before they even knew it, the group was deposited at an abrogate barracks, somewhere where the Shallows used to be. “You have to admit, they’re very efficient.” DiMuzio grins, picking up a gasmask that the abrogates helpfully provided. “Now let’s go find us a ship.”
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The batgirl arc is making me smile, Ill admit. Im running an IMPENDING DOOM story, and the catgirls are kidnapping an old man It's like alternating between 'Mars the Bringer of War' and 'Yakety Sax' 
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Xun posted:They aren't bats, they're cats! Head canon already happened 
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