Iron hands successor chapter plotline GO!

Ooc: you wanna actually try and take My space hulk?

OOC: I'm trying to hack it, to get the forcefield down

Ooc: didnt know that.

Do you actually have anyone capable of doing That?

OOC: My techpriests will try. You know how they hack.

Ooc: no, i dont

.....Techpriests don't hack things ya know, they use the power of the ominosiah to curse shit, fix stuff, explore the universe, but they don't hack things

OOC: Shutup lil you dont know circrotgle
Honus, remember when they hacked the centipidic parasite

No your right, I don't

But i know how the martian priesthood work aswell as how things machine spirits work, and if that space hulk has a machine spirit, you won't be able to do shit against it, considering your soul will be obliterated if you try to force it to do stuff without the proper offerings

Ooc: you should probably Give them new names, so That people dont Get confused as to what they are

OOC: Is not what you Imperials call "machine spirit" is actually just AI? Or am I wrong? Please tell me what exacly it is.

Every single thing mechenical, be it gun or space ship, has a machine spirit in it which is a ghost in the machine, if you piss off the machine spirit things will happen, your gun overheats, gellar shields breaking in mid warp transit, which is why you need to keep the machine spirit happy

OOC FROM NOW ON THE CIRCROTGLE TECHPRIESTS BE CYPRIESTS

A Machine Spirit is a supernatural, animistic spirit believed by the adherents of the Cult Mechanicus within the Adeptus Mechanicus (and, from that source, by most other humans of the Imperium of Man) to inhabit and control any piece of machinery or technology in existence. The functioning, or lack thereof, of any machine is believed to be the result of its spirit's disposition. To keep their Machine Spirits happy and cooperative, operators therefore make numerous ritualised advances to the machinery. These depend on the machine, but in most cases include various maintenance rituals and prayers of function and occasionally also an offering or libation. This is increased if the machine is large and/or important. Machine Spirits are believed to be bestowed by the Machine God and subservient to him. They are in every vital weapon used by those who follow the Emperor. From Bolters to Power Armour, the blessing of the Machine God and his subservient Machine Spirits allows for the Emperor's enemies to be defeated.

The term is also applied to the rare instances of machine intelligence allowed to exist within the Imperium, such as the limited artificial intelligences that guide the Space Marines' powerful Land Raider main battle tank and that also sometimes enhance other Imperial devices, particulalrly within planetary Cogitator (computer) networks.

Alien Technology
Because alien technologies do not make observances to their Machine Spirits, many among the Adeptus Mechanicus see these devices as grave heresies that must be destroyed rather than studied, even if superior to their human-manufactured counterparts in operation. This view is not universal, however. Indeed, many human colonies near the boundaries of the Tau Empire were found to be using Tau technology for agricultural purposes during the Damocles Gulf Crusade, and the offending colonists were punished with penal sentences. However, the general Imperial prohibition of the use or acquisition of alien technology serves the purpose of hindering and punishing those who trade with prohibited xenos species and betray the Imperium.

Artificial Intelligence
Artificial intelligence (also refered to as "Abominable Intelligence" or "Silica Animus" in the Imperium) is prohibited under pain of execution by Imperial edict within the Imperium of Man unless a human mind is combined with it or serves as part of its mechanism (hence the existence of Servitors). This point was made part of the agreement between the Imperium and the Adeptus Mechanicus from the signing of the Treaty of Mars in the 30th Millennium, to ensure that intelligent machines would never again become corrupted by Chaos and rebel against their human masters, as happened during the Dark Age of Technology with the constructs known as the Men of Iron, who launched a star-spanning rebellion against their human creators.

However, some machines are allowed a limited form of independant intelligence under the guise of having an especially active Machine Spirit. An example of this is the vehicles of the Space Marines. The Space Marines' Land Raider main battle tank can continue to move and fire, albeit with lesser ability, even if its crew is unable to fight or no longer present. Imperial Titans have particularly complex Machine Spirits and can exhibit complete personalities of their own, though they still require a cybernetic interface with a human Princeps to function at their full potential.

"No Raeven, I will go alone."

*a blue flash appears next to raeven and I appear on the ship, standing beside Flek.*

"Hello."

+Ortus... the fuck?+
+Thunderhawk two, need imidiate pickup+

*The Cypriests who boarded the Hulk forms a virtual server between each other while ballistic assault continues in the frontlines*
*They try to hack and shut down the forcefield*

The member 'Himfea Gaur' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd20' : 10

+You will understand... I can't let two things happen. A) The bodies of your brothers go or B) The scavengers get slaughtered by these insane monk people.+

OOC: None of you can imagine what am I doing for a week from the afternoon to midnight.
I AM TRYING TO CATCH A FUCKING RABBIT. Yes, a rabbit. My father bought a rabbit for my nieces, we fed it in the garden. But somehow, it escaped a fortified garden surrounded by stone walls and metal fences. No holes. It had just made Prison Break come true. For a week, A FUCKING WEEK, I tried to find and seize it. Saw it, chased it, had my hands on its fur, even made it ram a box, but does not help. It eats the neighbourhood's vegatables in their gardens, they are sick of it. This time, I will grab the fucking rifle of my dad and bring it dead or alive. If dead, will tell him that dogs have killed it.

OOC FIND THE SOD

..why not just lure it out with a bunch of rabbit food

OOC: Dude, that only happens in cartoons. I feel like a fucking police in Hitman game trying to find Hitman while searching for it.

...you would be suprised actually...How do you think they lure animals out when they escapes zoos

OOC: Tonight, I will use a fucking spotlight to confuse it, then catch it with web. No use, guns will do.

..Okay then.. If people don't know where this is I will have the nerd rage of the upmost chicken

mars?

Good thinking lord fegatron, yes you are right

someone has to state the obvious.... do i get a cookie?

OOC: Future looks crappy.

YOU LOOK CRAPPY *Falcon PAWWWWNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*


And no, you get a machine spirit

OOC: Where do I find that machine spirit?

You don't

OOC: I'll just shut down the forcefield, do I really need a machine spirit for that?
Can I purify a device by trapping the spirit in a soulstone?

If the space hulk has a machine spirit you won't, WON'T be shutting down the force field, and no you can't trap a machine spirit

OOC: but you can fly straight through a force field, if you go slow enough

OOC: Then I need to shut it down manually

*The thunderhawk accelerates towards the hulk, inside, reaven, the librarian, techmarine, chaplain and apothecary, prepare for combat*

*The Circrotgle Monks fights their way to forcefield generator*

They lose men rapidly, traps and automated weapons every step of the way cut down any who come into their firing line.

"Flek."

"Guards!" Flek shouts.

Huge footfalls can be heard behind ortus.

*the thunderhawk screams towards one of the hulks hangars, dodging fire and weathering the rest, at the last second, it opens fire with all guns, blasting a small hole in the field, big enough to pass through.
Raeven and his honour guard leap from the doors, landing on the deckplates*

"I want to help. To fight of the circotgle."

They are met by well aimed rifle fire, the crewmen and soldiers fighting to defend the access ways to the inner hulk.



Flek orders the guards off with a simple hand gesture.
"Oh yes?"

"I will fight beside you against them. All I ask is you return the salamanders bodies"

"It seems like a fair exchange" he cheerfully says.

"hold you're fire, we are here to hold off the Monks, our brother ortus is here, and so, we have come also"

"Alright then... erm.. who are you people?" Says one of the soldiers, wearing a puffy spacesuit and flak plates.

Then allow me to go fight.
Teleports to the combat, immediately beheading a monk.

"we are the salamanders, you stole the bodies of our brothers."

"Oh right, nothing personal; only business"