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5/21/2016 9:12:56 PM
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One of the seventh's patrol's made an interesting discovery. It came across an abominable intelligence, one that took a vaguely human form.
Unit 472, was taking a path towards the center of the ship, looking for something, but not even the machine could say what it was. The path intersected the patrol route and the AI met the patrol. It looked at each of the members as they were shocked for a moment but soon regained their composure.
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The Scions, their hellguns pointed at the AI, didn't flinch for a moment. [i]"Who... what are you?"[/i]
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"I am unit 427." The AI answered plainly,but did not say anything further. On its chest was the unit's designation under a golden wreath with the letters SPQR inside of it.
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[i]"Origin?"[/i]
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" Sirius III orbital production facility batch 67294-72SV."
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They didn't know what it was. [i]"Are you allied to the Imperium of Mankind? Is your loyalty to the God-Emperor?"[/i]
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"No data available on either. The Republic has no data relevant on either. Have you made contact with Rome?"
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[i]"Rome? Rome's been dead for tens of thousands of years!"[/i]
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"Your chronological records are corrupted, Rome is currently the seat of a republic, I was fighting for it when... I arrived here. Current location is unknown."
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[i]"Well then, I suppose parallel universe's got to be it."[/i]
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"Evidence suggests that theory is correct. You have failed to identify yourself, first contact protocol dictates that I gather as much information as possible before I act."
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[i]"Sargeant Vance, 7th Baltic Manticores, Militarum Tempestus, Imperium of Man."[/i]
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"Error in first contact run times, unable to contact diplomatic services. This unit is not equipped for anything other than basic diplomacy." The machine jolted for a second and the intricate electronics that glowed red dimmed. It soon returned to normal. "Unknown system failure. Repairs required."
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[i]"We should get the Techpriest on that. He'll know what to do."[/i]
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"Gesture appreciated, self may still be a viable option. Access to materials is required however."
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[i]"Access to materials? I don't know about that. Non-Imperial personel are prohibited from access to materials."[/i]
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"Understood. Solution A is the only choice. I am ready to proceed."
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[i]"Then follow us. We'll take you back to base."[/i]
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"Acknowledged." The machine walked with them, his metallic feet making noise on the metal floor of the Bloodwrath.
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They reached a large room, apparently a massive arena that had been abandoned for quite some time. At its center, on an elevated position, there was a ferrocrete structure, or an amalgamation of structures, that formed a base.
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The machine took in the surroundings, quickly identifying what it could, scanning what it could not. It followed the guardsmen towards the technopreist.
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The red hooded man-machine approached the robot, it's mechanical pincers spinning and moving about curiously. He held a staff of the Mechanicus. "I can ease the Machine's pain..." He said, examining the robot.
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"Explain." The AI was curious on just how the man was going to do that, AIs were scarce here, very scarce.
