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I mean, it would be a nano-virus. Programmed for non-lethality, non-mutability and can be flushed from people's systems easily. Nurgle can keep it gross hands to itself.
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Arkanomen posted:I mean, it would be a nano-virus. Programmed for non-lethality, non-mutability and can be flushed from people's systems easily. oh god I agree with arkanomen what is happening
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dont be mean to me posted:oh god I agree with arkanomen what is happening WELCOME BROTHER DONT BE MEAN TO ME! Honestly we'd have to be very careful with how the nano-bots work. We don't want to lobotomize people for enjoying a roll in the hay or turn psykers into insta-blanks. I see it more like an influencing agent. Thoughts about how things benefit the empire are rewarded with a little rise in neurotransmitters, well below conscious levels. We don't want to turn our people in to pleasure zombies (Lilith). It's a subtle touch. To a hive ganger, maybe mugging someone doesn't give the same rush it once did, but man it was satisfying that time they helped out an imperial soldier find his way to the barracks. Someone like Vermire would need some serious scrubbing. A big migraine from the virus cleaning out the irrecoverable chaos taint and building it back up, and suddenly the next day he feels like organizing his shipping lanes. He would normally arrange them to ensure his 300 year Amasec gets to his table by noon but today it just made more sense to make sure that load of rare earth ore got to its destination first. A slow burn in of Mars Sec ideals, reformation of our territory to support the Ohone empire and a giant, galactic spanning loyalty network where command economy means we can literally command every part of the economy. Drive up people's sex drive to grow population, suppress dissidents at the neural level, helps too that anyone not conforming to imperial standards such as Genestealers, chaos agents, mutants, xeno infiltrators suddenly drop dead. e: Again, not an instant win button. It will take time to develop the nano-bots and spread through our territory. Also will have to deal with people who have resistance to it and make updates. I just think a low level unity virus is better than making everyone servitors or iron men. After a few generations they people will all be conditioned into mars-fed citizens that you won't even need the virus anymore. Arkanomen fucked around with this message at 19:31 on Jan 12, 2017 |
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Well I agree with Ark. We're galactic scale engineers now, let's act like it once in a while.
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Then oops the botcode gets corrupted because Nurgle and now we have a zombie horde banging down our door made by us The classic 40k problem.
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Also, uh, this is getting a bit creepy and way off the track of "A good story for loel to tell"
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Gwaihir posted:Then oops the botcode gets corrupted because Nurgle and now we have a zombie horde banging down our door made by us That's a possibility. I'd counter that each planet would have a "tender" that would be like a small instance of Loki that isn't very advanced but monitors, reports and communicates commands to the people. A provisional governor. It would monitor for nano-bot infection and any abnormalities would be handled accordingly. Minds are susceptible to chaos infiltration, but with the populace mentality aligned and suppressed, local warp space should also become suppressed making the likelyhood of incursion and infection low. Additionally the local instance would be simplified and hardened. So each planet we take into our territory gets a new assistant along with new tech to the local government that helps the planet transition into Mars Fed. Most places will be looking to join up with someone offering warp travel and protection. Assistant delivers and controls the virus and then integration and organization is handled through Elenora. OneOh did something similar but went full zombie hordes. We should go with the light touch on this one. It's better when troops are loyal instead of mindless.
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Gwaihir posted:Also, uh, this is getting a bit creepy and way off the track of "A good story for loel to tell" You should have seen what went down when we got Devries. It's more styling and fluff for when Loel advances the story and asks "how are you unifying the territories".
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I'd vote to keep most humans neurologically uncontrolled for the same reason that I wouldn't install a control chip in them: it's too easy to hack. As far as I know, at least in 40k, the iron men were critically weak to chaos. Any exposure to chaos resulted in their immediate corruption, simply because they don't have any acheronic presence or "soul" to protect them, so their programming can be rewritten as easily as a sorcerer changes any other dead matter to suit his needs. That's the entire reason Loki is helping us - it cannot fight acheron directly, and any part of it that touches acheron is immediately corrupted, so it needs pawns to do it. Now, implants or a nanovirus that influences emotions might be safer and still help. If corrupted it would make people dislike us more instead of like us more, but that is far easier to work around than a complete enemy subversion. We could also just go with good old-fashioned advanced conditioning through VR training and propaganda, and guides to that should be in the Empress's files we liberated. Vymire's holdings would be a good place to test that, he's probably already doing it, so we simply upgrade his conditioning methods with our files and research, but force him to start conditioning everyone to loyalty towards Ohone above himself.
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The family has done very well with propaganda and conditioning on Dregs but the upper members of the family seem to be pretty well immunized against loyalty issues. Everyone is trying to kill their way to the top and it works for a RT dynasty ship where a strong leader is important. A curious question is how Anna got around her loyalty conditioning to get get chaos involved with the ship. Anyway, yeah i'm on board with team lighter touch for getting people behind our cause and conditioned into Mars Fed citizens. Really a lot of our conditioning will be "Hey, behave and prosper or rebel and die" and getting people working together and following our laws does a lot to help the overall condition of man. Maybe we make the nano-virus short acting. It gets in, does a quick scrub of the populace for really nasty actors, leaves behind some very basic family loyalty programming and then disintegrates. Like a coat of Gesso to prep a canvas for painting. e: The idea is to flavor how Loel writes our galactic unification as well as the flavor of our empire. More human than OneOh's zombie masses.
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I don't know if you'd even need it to be pro-Family; simply being prosocial in these times would be a dramatic boon, and we don't want it pointing at any Great Person or Great Line, seeing as how that's how the Hegemony happened and we don't so much want a repeat of that. Ideally you'd want to find some sort of pathogen with prosocial effects and optimize for those and little else (and somehow not invite any Chaos Gods in the process; good f'n luck), which might be hard because of how any society with even a rudimentary understanding of gene theory and the kind of energy levels and sociopathy the Family has to throw around tends to exercise quarantine.
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The servitorzombies are a weapon intended to turn a hostile populace into a self-sustaining army. The actual populace of AT worlds are an entirely different animal. Anti-Hegemon propagandists don't have to work very hard to paint the new masters as much more benevolent, and the better tech makes Orwellian surveillance easier. Erinyes and others can also manipulate emotions and thoughts.
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I've tried to write out some alternative ideas about different approaches to empire control but it keeps coming back to Acheron. Any attempt to control will be subverted. Loyal kings and the desperate will bend knee to offers of power that just take us back to square one. If we focus on Acheron then we ignore the two big galactic empties knocking at our doors. We're racing to get supply lines back up but it's a losing battle. We have a number of options, mainly big choices. How do we handle OneOh? How do we handle Gorgon? How do we handle Acheron? How do we handle Loki? Loki is aligned under us for the moment until Acheron is gone and is our life line to tech. Gorgon is a seething mess we don't have the resources or tech to handle. Acheron requires resources and planning. Resources are coming, but we need to plan. That leaves Oneoh. Three options. We can ignore, ally or attack. Attacking gets us killed, and killed slowly. We could always introduce Gorgon to Oneoh and see how they get along. Stall both entities while we breathe. We could also Invite OneOh to our table here on Titan? It would reveal our stance but could be useful in moving matters along. We might even be able to synchronize with her or merge or some strange crap. (Merge storylines). Ohone goes after chaos, OneOh handles the empire building. We need more info on chaos, so we should call the Witches Circle and talk to Anna about how to get her soul back. I'm rambling ideas a bit but we should pick our stances and make some decisions soon.
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I wonder if there's OneOnes and an OhOhs running around loose in the galaxy too The Yin to Devries Yang
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Speaking of which, watch us find the real true original DeVries somewhere and he actually does just run a boutique winery.
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dont be mean to me posted:Speaking of which, watch us find the real true original DeVries somewhere and he actually does just run a boutique winery. He's just outside the galaxy at the moment. Mars just popped up next to him.
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VanSandman posted:He's just outside the galaxy at the moment. Mars just popped up next to him. Watch the Master of Assassins not be the real real DeVries, then  Killjoy.
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dont be mean to me posted:Watch the Master of Assassins not be the real real DeVries, then Maybe there was never an original Devries. Maybe he's like an Alt-timeline Demusio or Fabs or Huron.
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Arkanomen posted:Maybe there was never an original Devries. Maybe he's like an Alt-timeline Demusio or Fabs or Huron. *cough cough* I hate time travel. ... In other news, I am against nano-zombie-what-have-yous. I don't like the idea of infecting the galaxy with anything, even if it is a nanobot swarm, since, frankly, that way lies Plague-Grandpa. That said, right now we need a way of fighting memetic viruses, so if the Grey Knights know of anything that can deal with Gorgon by freeing her thralls, (or turning them against it-- are they connected to Gorgon?), that would be a Good Thing(tm). As for OneOh, I don't think it's in our interest to bring her to Titan. Not yet. Not as things stand now.
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Chaos is powered by humans (for the most part). Chaos corrupts robots. To have our galactic robo-empire we need to get rid of Chaos. This is a simple problem with a simple solution.
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Hey, which one of you assholes bought Loki an account?
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Outrail posted:Chaos is powered by humans (for the most part). Chaos corrupts robots. To have our galactic robo-empire we need to get rid of Chaos. "When Acheron sends its people, they’re not sending their best. They’re not sending you. They’re not sending you. They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.”
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poor life choice posted:"When Acheron sends its people, they’re not sending their best. They’re not sending you. They’re not sending you. They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.” WE HAVE TO BUILD A BOMB
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I was thinking more a wall to keep the bad ombres out. Subpair haircuts are extraheretical.
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Hexenritter posted:I was thinking more a wall to keep the bad ombres out. Subpair haircuts are extraheretical. Does that mean horrible toupees get an instant trip to a pain amplifier?
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Blasphemaster posted:Does that mean horrible toupees get an instant trip to a pain amplifier? Absolutely. Also on the list, spray tans, baby hands
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Hexenritter posted:I was thinking more a wall to keep the bad ombres out. Subpair haircuts are extraheretical. so long as we can select between fascist bouffant and socialist disarray, I'm ok
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Bleh, 102 fever. Taking the day off. While you wait, this is a good read  https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8484470/1/Potter-Who-and-the-Wossname-s-Thingummy
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feel better man. Remember Papa Nurgle loves you.
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Loel posted:Bleh, 102 fever. Taking the day off. Why not #madgod...? 
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Slice of Life: Ohta "Blackfinger" Tembo. Location: Phantom Guard Induction Facility, Koreedan IIb "Those are..." Blackfinger's voice trailed off. "The first tithe, yes." First Captain Dagon said with a prideful air, lifting his chin. On the monitors, children of roughly six years old were visible on dozens of monitors. Some were strapped into the pedagogic chairs Blackfinger had seen when they first entered this place. Others were in testing chambers carrying small arms and moving with a precision that he only saw in veteran units. Others still were on operating tables and being placed inside incubation chambers by augmented Nephilim who resembled Technomancers. "How? You only took them a year ago." "Experimental growth accelerators coupled with stage one implantation procedures. Ordinarily this process takes between twelve to sixteen years but at this rate," Dagon smiled sidelong at Blackfinger. "with your generous contributions we will have replenished the entire Legion in less than a decade." "You want us to stick around for the next ten years forking over every child born aboard my ship? I thought you just wanted the first three birth cycles, as you called them." Blackfinger took a step back, shaking his head. "Un-loving-believable." Dagon chuckled that aggravating, haughty chuckle. "Oh no, we've already increased your crew's birth rate by twenty percent so we have sufficient wiggle room that we can leave you some of your offspring as a token of thanks for your assistance." "You've got some loving nerve, Dagon. Some loving nerve." Just you wait, Blackfinger thought, just you wait till the Dynasty show up.
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Arkanomen posted:Its funnier when you realize that all that drama, human suffering, population manipulation is all just a box for Elanora to check and stemmed from Ohone having the stray thought "Man we need some more troops." 
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It’s not about Connie “That’s the last stop, I think.” Inquisitor Athena gestured towards the map. “Back to base?” “Mm, not just yet.” She pointed at one section of the sector. “There.” Athena looked at it closer. “That’s a dead zone.” “Most certainly is. Ships go in, they don’t go out.” Elenora pointed at a nearby cluster of stars. “Last millennium, these started generating some interference - the Light from Terra couldn't reach this pocket anymore.” Athena raised her eyebrows. “Why do you want to go there? Di Musio never went there, never claimed it.” Checked her notes. “It’s the home of a fortress of Nephilim, but no word has been heard from them in a thousand years. It’s a one way trip.” “With Hegemon technology, yes, it is.” Elenora met her eyes. “But your STC technology. We can come back from it, right? Cross the event horizon?” Athena looked it thoughtfully. “I am … almost one hundred percent sure.” “Almost?” “The theory is, it’s simply the tech level that can’t navigate the distances. That’s no problem. If it’s a time trap like Golgotha, that will a bit harder to overcome.” “But you don’t see anything like that.” She chuckled humorlessly. “Nothing at my tech level. I could just as easily fall in as the other ships have though. Overconfidence.” “Mm. Okay, let’s send a messenger pod back to the Beast, let them know our intentions. Our reports thus far. Information collected, resources seized and so forth.” A pod detached wordlessly, leapt into hyperspace. “Done.” “Alrighty.” Elenora smiled. “Now let’s loot the gently caress out of this sector.” - SS Purge the Unclean: “Sire. Unknown ship on the edge of the system. Just transitioned from Acheron.” “Splendid. Hail them. They are to cut engines, heave to, prepare for boarders.” … … “Sire.” “They are still heading for the local world at top speed. And … they are demanding to speak to our leader.”
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Flying Monkeys The voice rumbled like mountains grinding. “Intruder, surrender your vessel to inspection. You are within Phantom Guard territory.” “No, I don’t think I will.” Elenora’s voice was brisk. “I am in Hegemonic territory, and you are merely safeguarding it.” The Nephilim was half shocked, half enraged. “We have a hundred ships aiming their guns at you!” “Eighty eight, and most of them are skeleton crewed. Population problems, I suspect.” The Nephilim sat back, still glaring. “What do you want.” “A reaffirmation of oaths, and then I can update you on what’s happening outside.” “What do you mean?” “Do you still serve the Hegemon the High Lords of Terra, and the Empress?” “You dare...” “Answer the question. Lot of people forgetting their oaths these days.” “We are more loyal than a thousand worlds, worm. Now stand to!” “Give me your leader, this is above your paygrade. Or do you want to try to blow me up, and lose any word from the outside? I come straight from Terra with news.” A pause, and the screen went blank. Another pause, and then: “I am Chapter Master Nergal.” The prescence of him, the experience of command, radiated from the screen. “I am not to be bothered with trifles.” Elenora nodded politely. “I am Seneschal Elenora of the Chih Dynasty, recently from Terra.” “A long way from there, Seneschal. And I do not see your flagship. The … Beast, is it?” “Yes, she remains at Terra.” She steepled her fingers. “Firstly, some information. You received the Message?” “Presumably not. We don’t get much information here. A doldrums, if you will.” “Very well. I’m sending a copy for your maenads to go over. I’ll wait.” Screen went blank, she tapped her fingers. She could picture what was happening there - all-out panic attacks, escalation to war footing, and so forth. The screen came back on, the Chapter Master’s face grim. “We are to go to Golgotha?” “Mm? Oh, no. That’s resolved. STC rescued, xenos trapped, forces of Acheron mostly destroyed, most of our fleets destroyed.” He blinked slowly. “It sounds like victory.” “Well, that’s not the tricky bit. Half of Acheron ignored the bait, went for Terra instead.” Nergal paused. “You need our forces there, to defend Terra.” “Nah. That’s resolved too. Their forces defeated and forced to retreat, but Sol has exploded and Terra is lost.” “WHAT.” Nergal’s voice was fury and shock, loud enough to shatter steel. “WHAT HAPPENED.” “Sending you the details. Have your minions look at it, it was months ago.” “And the Empress?? The High Council?” “Missing, and mostly dead.” He slumped back. “We lack the resources to join the search. This doldrum… we cannot escape it.” “Well, that’s a thing I’d like to talk to you about …” She sent an information packet. “Firstly, I need you to reaffirm your oaths - your chapter’s oaths - to the chain of command. Empress and High Council.” “Of course. We will never been, have never been traitors.” “Excellent. There are two survivors of the High Council. Captain Master of the Custodes, and Representative of the Inquisition.” He blinked. “Fabricator General?” “Missing, presumed dead.” “Master of Assassins, MAster of Administratum?” “Missing, presumed dead. Everyone was either at Terra or Golgotha. We only have two confirmed survivors.” “... Very well. Tell me what I must do.” “I’m sending you information on limited hyperdrives, you need to get out of the doldrum pocket. We need to replace the losses of the war, billions of Nephilim and their geneseed have been destroyed. You need to do a new Founding, with all haste.” He grunted a laugh. “That, I’ve already started.” “Good. Here are a stack of DNA templates the Inquisition was using, you are encouraged to integrate them. Also, some growth accelerators.” She met his gaze. “Spread out. Every world you can find. Make them growth worlds for your Chapter. We will need you to grow a million fold.” “That, my dear, I am happy to do.”
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Fly my monkeys fly Athena and Elenora both threw up their arms over their eyes. “What the hell is that.” The Inquisitor fumbled for the controls, dialed down the sensors to 1%. The room became visible, barely, although they spent several more minutes blinking the glare out of their eyes. Elenora rubbed them unhappy, while Athena squinted at the controls. “Okay … looks like we’ve got … oh, neat.” “What.” Eleonora's face was scrunched, and she could feel a headache coming on. “Its a distress call.” “Yeah, I got that. Its brighter than anything else in the system. I’ve seen duller stars.” “Looks like they are unloading everything that might ping a basic sensor suite. I bet if you looked close enough you’d see conventional flares. Even firecrackers.” “Who cares enough to do that?” “One of ours, oddly.” “Hm?” “Ship named Eminent Domain.” Elenora smiled for the first time. “That is one of ours. Let’s go say hi.” The message lanced out towards the other ship. Elenora’s face. “Hello, Eminent Domain. I am Seneschel of …” The comm guy’s voice was frantic. “Yes, yes, for the love of the Empress, yes. We accept your leadership, affirm our loyalty, get us away.” Elenora blinked. “Last I heard your ship hadn’t talked to us in decades. Hadn’t paid your taxes, haven’t paid your tithes. Why the sudden change? Where’s your boss?” From off screen, a strong arm pushed the comm guy out of the chair, and its owner - Blackfinger - sat in it heavily. “Hello, Elenora.”
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cat_herder posted:Blackfinger and Jeb would get along well, I think. Is Jeb still alive? Yup, last seen on Terra. We rescued him along with the rest of our HQ staff.
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