The Fabricated Tales
of
Alpha Capharius
Book Two
Prep
+++Start Personal Encrypted Journal+++
Life aboard the Inquisitorial
ship has been strained and not at all pleasant.
The helpfulness from the crew has been less than forthcoming; it has
only been the intervention from Lord Reximus that has permitted me access to
supplies and essential materials needed to perform my much needed repairs and
recuperation.
After the second day of
resistance from the Inquisition I approached Lord Reximus and requested the
warp capable vessel found onboard Tear of
Lost Dreams. After some negotiation
it was agreed upon and the vessel was surrendered into my care. I then spent the remaining time refitting the
enginerium and bridge and installed ANGUS the duplicate ships spirit from the Tear of Lost Dreams. This process went well and ANGUS is very
pleased with its new form, while still bellicose and tetchy it is nonetheless
excited with the new profile it has. The
new Astropath I have been assigned to this vessel has proven acceptable, and
certainly the safeguards I have implanted will ensure my and the ships safety. I have named the vessel “Cogito Ergo Sum” (I think, therefore I am).
Well apart from the new toy I
have at me and my crew’s disposal what else have I been up to? Well the Jokaero Data has been housed into my
physical frame, I’m not leaving that lying around for some deviant Mechanicus heretic
to get their hands on and burn it in a fit of righteous blindness. FELIX occasionally leaves my side these days
(much like a cat) and the Jokaero Orb has developed a sense of independence and
will spend its “off” time playing with it.
Often I will come into my personal quarters and find FELIX swatting the
Orb across the floor only for it to then shoot into the air with FELIX then
leaping up after it - literally playing cat and mouse.
The “humanisation” of Francine is
more frightening in many respects. The machine spirit has outgrown its original
programming parameters and it or I am almost going to have to start to have to
refer to it as she in due course. The
transmogrification that started on the Tear
of Lost Dreams does not seem to have stopped. My investigation does not show signs of the
warp but of some dark-age nanotechnology which was a byproduct of the warp
virus. The machine aspect of her frame is slowly being subsumed by an organic feminine
look, though standing at 2 meters tall Francine is certainly not a normal
female. She continues to demonstrate
extreme affection towards me, as well as jealousy towards any who attempt to
steal my affection. She tolerates ANGUS as it is in the ship, FELIX she sees as
a pet and will spend time playing with it.
LUTHOR she has no opinion on, though if it should become mobile like
herself then an issue may arise.
My other project while resting
was dealing with the insidious nature of the warp and its affect on the
mind. As my mind is mostly machine
cortex and processing units I accessed the machine shops and the Fleets
Techsorcists. Reflecting the need to be
able to research, study and understand the nature of the warp and its affect on
technology I had to be able to quarantine this sometime deadly material and its
affects from my mind and systems. After
consulting with the (surly) Fleet Techsorcists I accessed the special
electronic wards needed to be put in place to resist the effects of corruption
of Chaos-infested machine spirits. I
also found the schematics required for storing proscribed documents including
the protocols for wiping and erasure if removed or death of …. well myself.
My other job was scouring my core
of any other hidden worms left behind by the Inquisition. I had ANGUS and Francine assist me is
monitoring this process, ensuring that the job was done without any complicity
(unconsciously) on my part. I’m pleased
to say that the results were positive, with my systems now showing no more
Inquisition interference – I am my own man now!
Or Universe help the individual if this is not the case.
The Warp entity S.I.M.O.N. felt a
shudder ripple down its non-existent form.
Some where, some when, its life had just been very seriously
threatened. Not lightly, but with such
conviction that the very fabric of the warp had felt the oath take form. S.I.M.O.N. wondered what play thing he had
tampered with this time? Oh well, there
were always others to takes their place… why was it sweating? It did not sweat!
All the communications I sent to
Lady B’s father had been sent and received. It will
be entertaining to see what he thinks about the tryst between her and the cross
dressing Elsie. I do hope the ultrasound
pictures of the daemon baby she’s “carrying” will brighten his day. The news of a royal wedding will bring such
joy to the dismal mutant planet. Of
course personally I’d like to just declare the planet excommunicatus and virus
bomb it, but considering its location the sudden appearance of a daemon planet
would not be in the Imperium’s best interest.
Sterilisation is the safest option, slow but at least the daemonic
incursion will not be that likely.
Horst has been enjoying the combat
and gun range I have had installed on the ship.
I have even had to set up a small manufactorum and repair bay for combat
servitors as he has been dispatching them with ever increasing efficiency.
As ever, I am always concerned
about my continued existence. Should I
ever lose the protection of Lord Reximus I need to be able to flee with some
level of success. I think I can do this
now with the resource Lord Reximus has provided me.
Now I have to see what tomorrow
brings me…
+++End Personal Encrypted Journal+++
+++Game Based Information+++
NEW TALENT: MECHANDENDRITE USE
(TECHSORCIST)
The Techsorcist has chosen to
alter one of his mechandendrites to assist in his duties. This mechandrite has
special electronic wards put in place to resist the effects of corruption from Chaos-infested
machine spirits. It also houses a small
memory unit for storing proscribed documents and is set to automatically wipe
itself upon removal of the mechandendrite or the death of the
Techsorcists. When using a mechadendrite
the Techsorcist gains a +10 to Forbidden Lore (Tech-Heresy) rolls, and a +10 to
all Tech-Use Tests when interfacing with a corrupted machine spirit.
Dark Heresy, Daemon Hunter, A
Guide to The Ordo Malleus, P59
+++Journal Update+++
Well Lady B got whiff of my
communications with daddy dearest and this is what I observed… (she doesn’t
know yet that I have implanted a very cunning nano-device that records her
neural thoughts and passes them to me through the many vox and machine spirits
that surround her. There is literally
nowhere she can go that I do not know what she thinks and feels – to be honest
it’s sickening. After watching this bit
of entertainment I intend to purge this experiment… maybe)
That pig rooting, metal rotating
swizzle stick of a arrrgggg…. I continue to fly of the handle, screaming such profanities
to make even a space trucker blush (must ask the crew what a trucker is). The
first of a fuselage messages from the planet start to bombard me from daddy
dearest. “It is true what great Opifex Magus Tempus Ēmeritus (bless his soul) has
reported. Reply at once.” +++short lapse
of time (3 seconds)+++ “Why have you not responded.” “Opifex Magus (bless his
soul) has informed me you carry a dragonkin child! Do you know the shame you bring on this
family! Reply at once!” “Opifex Magus
(bless his soul) tells me the father is that common trash from the forest, not
only that that but he’s a she! No wonder it’s a dragonkin. Return to the planet at once!” I grab the first poor soul who admitted to
being able to fly a shuttle and literally fly to the ship flight bay. I have abandoned all secrecy of my growing
psychic powers as I enter the flight bay and select the closet lander. Mind you I have to ferret around in the poor
creatures mind to find the information, not to sure how much damage I may have
done in the process. On entering the
chosen vessel I mentally pick him up and throw him into the pilot seat with me
in close in pursuit with just a few growls of "get me to the surface of my
capital now! Resist and i will enjoy liquifying your brain and then siphon it
out of your ear". Maybe the already stupefied look on his face should have
been a warning that his brain may already have been on its way to being liquefied
but I wasn’t thinking to straight at this point in time. Turning my helm to broadcast I spoke "Lady
Bellashandra, leaving for emergency meeting with my father. I expect no
interference and will return when done!" In a spiteful urge I focused all my
rage at Alpha (all praise him – wait why did I say that, wait, no damn it… that’s
not what I wanted to say curse it all…) and willed him pain, lots of pain. I
don’t know if anything happened I exhausted from my burst of psyhic activity so
I may not have had much left to done anything. My mind is starting to reel
through all she would have to endure once she reaches the planet. The places
where her old scars were even started to itch as if the nerves were readying themselves
for what father may bring on her. That bloody metal/bio freak will pay dearly
if it came to that. Nothing will be the same if it happens, her life may be
even forfeit. But he shall die in agony and be torn asunder never to be
returned in any form of life. But he had the protection of Lord Reximus, she
would have to be careful if she plotted against him. Her musings were interrupted by the slurred
voice of the dying pilot “landing.. site.. coming into.. range M'lady”,
snapping out of her red film of death, she started to regain composure ready to
meet her father. The crash landing was one that you can say was at least one
you could walk away from, she hoped someone would come and get her. With a sense of perverse humour she said to
the dead pilot “you shall wait for my return pilot, you are not to move from
this spot till I say so, do you understand?”
While the dead could not speak the landers machine spirit replied with a
static or stammered yes as she left the cockpit....... (was it
her imagination that the voice sounded so much like Alpharius?)
+++End Journal Update+++
+++Start of Updated
Supplemental Journal+++
+++Intercepted transmission+++
A deep low cackle is heard emitting from the speaker system
only some words are decipherable.
####€€€ mutant ####### will pay dearly for ######% I will devote your
worthless sss### be a fraud mortal #### your pathetic disguise won’t stop me I
know ##%#%% I will capture you and %%%##} you ###%###
Well I immediately put my lower brain function to work while
cleaning the bog and let it decide what the background message was. I do enjoy a word puzzle left by S.I.M.O.N.
Let’s start with ####€€€
- 7 letters for something mutant? Okay crappie seems to be the logical word
association with this.
Next is ####### -
7 letters for something after mentioning a mutant? Clearly scumbag, for what
else can a mutant be. After all I know a
few and scumbag is the best description for them.
Right going good so far – first bit deciphered! Crappie
mutant scumbag will pay dearly for
Okay next is ######%
- 7 letters for a word to pay dearly for maybe?
Expense? Mutants certainly rack
up expenses and debts everywhere they go, sounds logical.
I will devote your worthless sss### - 6 letter word this time for worthless?
Refuse/Trashy/Crummy good choice either of them.
Be a fraud (I’m thinking the translation module stuffed up
here and that it should be “be afraid”) mortal ####
Ah #### is an
easy 4 letter word meaning shit!
Your pathetic disguise won’t stop me I know ##%#%%
Hmm a 6 letter word this time, oddly enough “bugger all” won’t
fit in! Let me think on this one…
Got it Avatar I will capture you and %%%##} (oh dear that is
rather impolite)
6 letter word for fornicate off? Shazam, really that came up
with a 48% probability?
###%### 7 letter expletive? Dratted with 70% probability?
In the end the message reads as translated (don’t blame me I’m
just the messenger!)
Crappie mutant scumbag will pay dearly for expense I will devote your
worthless refuse/trashy/crummy be a fraud mortal shit your pathetic disguise
won’t stop me I know Avatar I will capture you and Shazam you dratted
My filtration linguistics would render this message thusly.
Crappie mutant scumbag
you will pay dearly for the expense accounts you racked up in my name. I will
devote my resources to proving your worthless refuse/trashy/crummy credit
ratings to be a fraud you mortal shit(s). Your pathetic disguise(s) won’t stop
me I know your Avatar(s) I will capture you and Shazam you dratted (apparently
some warp act of sexual depravity to unmentionable to transcribe.)
+++End of Updated
Supplemental Journal+++
+++Personal Journal Update Additional+++
The joy of being a genius is well being a genius. I have cobbled together a unique device that
with the aide of ANGUS monitors any psychic communications that are made around
persons I deem of interest to my immediate survival. Of course Reximus knows of my endeavors and
even pointed out some improvements to my device – truly a man of many talents,
a man I hope to emulate in many ways. So
I pick up this very timid psychic probe late one night as most of the ship was
at rest - a gentle feminine probing began at Reximus.
"Mr Reximus, are you there? Hello Mr Reximus.”
The next was clearly not intended to be part of the message
and showed the inept training of the psyker in delivering the message.
“Are sure he will hear me daughter, tis be a strange thing
to send my thoughts skyward. Very well. And no you shall not try. Your father
has excommunicardo you from all of those sky people, now hush and let me try
again.”
Female voice of authority attempts psychic contact.
“Mr Reximus are you there this Lady Le Roche, Rells mother
we need tooo arrr communicate.”
“It is not working daughter.... it would seem this all
powerful Mr Rex is not awake or does not care to answer..... fine I will find
some other way to get a missive to him.”
What was happening at this time to cause such interference?
Well I was testing some new equipment that might have had some unintentional on
purpose consequences. But in my defense
Reximus was multitasking at the time with me as I was bringing him up to speed
on not so current affair. Okay so the
fleet was conducting ship wide communication diagnostics and running silent for
the span of 72 hours and my psychic dampener was probably in effect (okay it
was, there you happy, I admit it).
The story continues shortly after an indeterminate period of
time.
“Your contact is successful I am sorry Alpharius is
distracting me with his pet projects - silly man.”
Reximus’ vox crackled to life.
“Sorry to disturb you Lord.
This is Gordon (he’s alive, alive, alive…) sir the pilot stationed at
the capital. The pilot who took Lady B to the planet died in a crash landing
delivering her for an audience to her father.
I am now approaching the ship and requesting docking clearance.”
Reximus psychically contacted the head of the Le Roche
family.
“It is time to give Lady B the family heirloom. She is
ready.”
The psychic feedback of delight from Lady Le Roche is…
sickening (to say the least).
Le Roche has resorted
to a different way of revenge. Her envoy
is abroad the shuttle that Gordon is preparing to dock with the main ship. She thinks it’s a surprise, silly woman, she
forgets the magnitude of a person who has dealt with subterfuge his whole
life. Nothing can surprise me, certainly
nothing from this primitive backward planet.
+++Flashback+++
Colonel of Battle
Control Room: General Kala, Flash Gordon approaching.
Kala: What do you
mean 'Flash Gordon approaching'?
Colonel of Battle
Control Room: On a Hawkman rocket cycle. Shall I inform His Majesty?
Kala: Imbecile!
The Emperor would shoot you for interrupting his wedding with this news! Fire
when Gordon's in range!
[Flash is on a Hawkman rocket cycle and escapes]
Kala: He's
escaping, idiot! Dispatch war rocket 'Ajax' to bring back his body!
+++End Flashback+++
Reximus accessed the vox and gave permission for the vessel
to dock.
“Roger that docking bay 4, glad to be back. Those blue
people gives me the heebees.”
“Best stir up the captain.
Lord Reximus, I have a certain personage in cargo with me, says he will
not speak to anyone bar them.”
Reximus is not happy.
He was just listening to an incredibly boring presentation from
Alpharius while reading and data skimming jacking materials relating to a pretentious
pretender called Horus Lupercal. Multitasking is such a simple undertaking for
Reximus.
On the mutant home world scandals are the passing norm, tell
everyone not to breathe a word on pain of death and within the span of ten heart
beats and its insidious intent – good or bad have travelled the globe. Much like Chinese whispers, at each
retelling, it gets a little twisted and bent until it does not resemble the original
story at all.
Lord Le Roche had decreed to banish his daughter to solitary
confinement for her contamination amongst the star people. However word spread that she was with child,
and it was in the best interest she return to the planet to ensure a safe birth
and continue of the Le Roche line.
+++Encrypted File
Security Zeta Tibalt 9-5-8+++
The plan that Lord Le Roche and I had concocted to get Lady
B back on planet and out of the hands of the Inquisition had worked like a
charm. Lady B was none the wiser (she
really is a fool), certainly worse for wear from the punishments she had to
wear to fool the Imperium, but it has all worked out in the end. Reximus is pleased with the outcome. This matter is now closed. It also now returns to us an asset that has
been languishing on the planet for some time.
+++End File+++
Of course the scurrilous few saw it as slander upon the daughter’s
good name and are damned if she will be allowed to travel with these so called civilized
men from supposedly the home world these people are descended from. No wonder
their forefathers fled the world.
The government seeing there had been an arrangement in place
with the Imperium needed to make a decision.
That required needing a person of importance from the planet to take the
lords place that Lady Bell had filled. There was an individual who was
available, he had fallen to the planet many years ago and the king’s men found
him and brought him back to strength. As token payment the person had pledged
his temporary loyalty to crown and country as he had no way to get home and the
rest of his kin had died in the crash.
The lander docked with the Inquisitorial ship. Gordon waved cheerily with the dock crew,
expressing how happy he was to be free from the mutant scum on the planet
below. The cloaked individual exited the
lander and was greeted by naval security (heavily armed and armoured) and
escorted to Lord Reximus’ quarters. Oddly
enoughly I was there in attendance, strange how the universe turns…
Reximus and I looked upon the individual standing before us.
A tall lithe person with a natural grace way beyond that of a normal human. Reximus and I looked at each other, both
expressing extreme disappointment.
“Not another one we both exclaimed!”
+++End Personal Journal Update Additional+++
