The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen(And others)

"a fair point"
OOC whatever is going on in my head I feel like I'm losing track of something

OOC. .....check breathing. check heartbeat. check blood-cocaine level. check if you keep blinking.
IC:
Amo: Yeah. hmmm... i guess you could "mutate" the wildlife... assassinate the astropaths.... and plant "visions" in everyones brains.... whenever they sleep, they see dreams...or nightmares...of the queen of the swarm/mother of beasts in all her glory... then even awake... hmmm...maybe even have them eventually voluntarily go into pre-prepared sacrificial zones for increased results and efficiency? Should do the trick...

"this is your plan, I'll follow it to the best I can do"

OOC biological functions running, still feeling off

OOC. ......did you try concussive maintenance yet? If that fails, turning it off and back on again should fix it. Ask for help from a suitably muscular and well equipped sledgehammer operator.
IC:
Amo: Well, its not like I have n exact idea what to do. This is the first time I do something like this... quite exciting, actually... basically, use whatever means you want to make yourself appear as the godly figure you want to be... preferably to the point where they want to sacrifice themselves to you... and then do sacrifice them...

"I see. in that case I'll get something small-scale started"

Amo: Yeah, you do that. Ill prepare the receptacle.... Before that though, gotta show you the point. Souls wont just collect themselves you know...
*is lead to workshop and a large gate(by normal standards) with runes and stuff along its edge*
Amo: Right.... have a bioform walk through it

the warrior alpha stares at him for a few seconds then of all things the termagaunt from earlier walks forward and through it

*its weapons(gun, teeth, claws, etc) suddenly acquire a thin silvery lining*
Amo: ....and with that, you have your version of a sacrificial dagger. that termagant kills something, and it will go straight into the ritual.... obviously thats just for demonstration purposes. I have a few more ready to set up. you can march as many through them as you want

[Assembling the central computer which will control the process.]

Silvine: .....again, boring...

[This kind of complex hardware has not been seen since the age of strife.]

Silvine: .....yeah... but in the end it is just a cogitator..... the cogboys may be able to mechsturbate over it, but it is boring for me...

[Mechsturbate... if you are going to start with the bad puns. you can leave.]

Silvine: No, i cant.... orders are orders... I should at least largely follow them...

[Go and entertain yourself child. Your prattling is distracting.]

Silvine: .......child? You are talking to the head of the Silvatea house, you uncultured swine...

[Lordly titles are empty, you are a child, and have much to learn.]

Silvine: I have passed every test I ave been subjected to, you buffoon! Otherwise, i would not have been allowed to lead my house!

[You have not been subjected to the test of life, for nearly long enough, to have my respect.]

Silvine: I am not aiming for your respect... Someone not managing top figure out an escape plan from a damaged cell in 100,000 years does not have my respect...

[I did escape, multiple times. That is what the ai was for.]

Silvine: ....which then prevented it... for how long?

[That casket was designed by the best scientists and engineers in the coalition. and i spent most of my time in varying types of concrete room. And in its prime that thing had warp dampers, might i add.]

"this will suffice"

OOC *stares blankly*

Silvine: Excuses, excuses...
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Amo: ....great.... now... My advice would be to set up FOBs arounbd the planet in jungle areas or whatever. Out of the way. Use only non-synapse creatures, and assassinate every astropath you can find. subtly. Then the rest can start.

[Well, the casket is in the corner. go look at it, and find a way out of it, when you're a crystal, and you have no psychic powers.]

Silvine: Target the jailor, obviously...

[With what?] *still building the computer*

Silvine: ...dumbass.... it took less than a century for chaos to corrupt entire battle-titans... could have just started slowly influencing it

[Warp dampers.]

Silvine: You said those have been gone for a while now...

"the typical vanguard phase, lictors and genestealers will suffice"

[Ten years since they were disconnected.]

Silvine: just within the warranty....
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Amo: probably. Its best if no warning goes off. Preferably they shouldnt realise whats going on either.

[And i am no longer favoured with the gods.]

Silvine: Sucks to be you....

[So would you risk allowing them to corrupt your prison?]

Silvine: I wouldnt even risk allying with them...

[They are a means to an end.]

Silvine: Right, they always say that....

[I am under no illusion that they wanted what i wanted also.]

Silvine: ......whatever you say.... dammit, why do i always get the boring jobs...

[Because you are the apprentice, not the master.]

Silvine: ....obviously. but she at least gets to read through inquisition reports and be bored while im watching a microwave get assembled...

[I will not dignify that with a response.]

Silvine: Suit yourself...

*he continues with le making of the thing.*

*and she appears to be dozing off*

*ROLL FOR CLANDESTINE ACTIVITY*

The member 'Captain Raeven' has done the following action : Challange Fate

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'd20' : 19

*He does something while she's dozing, which will come to light later*