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Abyssus Quintus[] 

It was a dark day for the residents of the Abyssus system, for they were besieged by Orks; an entire spacehulk full of them just waiting outside of the barricades of the hive city. 

Even the most uneducated, uninformed, illiterate nobody, was at least tangibly aware of the sheer brutality and cruelty that the Orks embodied. Yet in the Warband besieging them, there was none of that.

the local nobility, the local Adeptus Mechanicus, and the Astra Militarum had been introducing mass conscription throughout the past 3 days. enough so that over 90% of the cities residents were conscripted; including Jeramiah's fellow teenagers.

Jeramiah had been a street kid all his life, most of the kids and teenagers on Abyssus Quintus were. The imperial governor's greed knew no limits, he had all but forced every single person in his hive world to work in his factories, producing many machines of war; in order to pay the imperial tithe. Though of course Jeramiah had no way of knowing that last part.

Jeramiah was conscripted, given barely 3 days' worth of training, and put to work in the fortifications.

It could be worse, due to his age he was put in the rear lines, rather than simply being used as a meat shield to keep the Orks at bay.

However, if there was one thing that Jeramiah knew, it was that the Orks attacking his homeworld, were not ordinary Orks.

In his limited training, Jeramiah was informed that Orks were violent, brutal, and cunning creatures of war. Ones so dangerous that if even a single mistake was made in the co-ordination of the Astra Militarum, they would win.

But they also made clear that Orks were, for lack of a better term, "stupid". 

They described the tactics that Orks, supposedly, "always used"; and how not using said tactics would result in "absolutely massive infighting". 'Key word, supposedly' Jeramiah thought to himself.

No, these Orks were under the command of an Ork who could actually strategize, and that was as clear as day. 

Instead of recklessly charging forward at the nearest soilder that moved, these Orks dug trenches and would dig tunnels to whatever fortifications the Adeptus Mechanus were able to construct, and tear them to pieces.

Instead of using the usual shoddy equipment, that would more often than not blow up mid-use; these Orks instead used clean, polished, and well-made equipment (if still dangerous to use, as the local scientists were able to confirm thanks to some brave scouts who brought equipment back from some deceased Orks)

And instead of bumbling around, simply looking for a scrap to get into; these Orks were focused, they had an objective in mind. 

The Orks had been seen taking prisoners, for some reason that nobody, not even the local Astral Choir, was able to guess. 

Jeramiah could only hope that he would survive.

Entry Number 539:

It has been 4 days since the damned Orks had sent across their demand. I will not surrender to those despicable Xenos, no matter their battle prowess.

I refuse to.

There is still a realistic chance that i can win this, i have plenty of war-machine stockpiled in storage, in case i am, for some reason, unable to construct enough ships to pay the tithe. 

It is a shame that i cannot prepare any escape pods. The damn Orks prepared some strange device that prevents anyone from leaving the planet's stratosphere.

I just need to hold out long enough for my scientists to get me a way off this planet, i can simply take refuge in Abyssus Primus; i own the entire system for crying out loud.

All i need to guarantee my reign is my documentation, a few guards, and some valuable cargo. All easy enough to transport. 

Entry Number 540:

They have made a break through.

While they will only be able to do so for one ship. My scientists have found a way to build something they call the "gestalt piercer", a way to quickly bypass the strange device; allowing one singular ship to escape this planet.

come this time 2 weeks from now, myself and several dozen others will be of this planet.

I just need to buy some time. I do not care if i personally butcher all of the inhabitants of my domain, they lives belong to ME, they are MINE. 

If i simply tell them that they will be holding the line to allow the Adeptus Mechanus to build a super weapon capable of turning the tide of this incursion. They are too stupid to think otherwise.

Everything is going according to plan, i just need to sacrifice enough of the population, to buy enough time to escape. Forget the Orks, they won't be able to leave this planet until they have turned their device off. Needless to say that won't happen until they have conquered the entire hive city. 

Everything is going right

Zovorak Mind-Blowa was a big Ork. Far larger then every other member of his warband ever had been, was, and ever would be. He was a large Ork.

Zovorak was simply relaying his Boss' orders at this moment. Around him, as he walked though his Boss's HQ, he could see Nobs working on shockingly sophisticated technology, technology so sophisticated that if the brightest minds of the Imperium, The Tau, The Aeldari, The Necrons, and even The Great Old Ones (not that Zovorak knew about the lattermost people), would struggle to comprehend what the Nobs were trying to make. In other words, Zovorak knew that that technology should not be able to work, yet somehow, it worked. 

As he continued to walk through HQ, he would see WEIRDBOYS flying around, PAINBOYZ working with MEKBOYZ on strange metal limbs. 

He would see Nobs and RUNTHERDS working together to control absolutely massive squigs that, if Zovorak recalled correctly, were captured alive from the weird space bugz. 

Eventually Zovorak would see a select few of the RUNTHERDS walking to 'Da Coloseam'. In tow he could see a couple of squigs pulling a few carriages.

Finally Zovorak arrived outside his boss' office. There he saw a surprisingly small door; something that would of confused him if not for the paradoxical fact that even though his boss is so much more powerful then him in every way possible. His boss was also the smallest Ork in the warband.

as Zovorak entered the office they were greeted by the sight of numerous "officers" doing "paperwork"... something that certainly confused Zovorak. Why keep track of so many recourses when they regain the entire supply after each conflict?

"ah, Zovorak; I need your warband for a mission". . . . The instant his boss said the word 'mission', Zovorak's full attention span was gained.

"YES BOSS, WHAT DO YA NEED?!!!" Zovorak exclaimed with noticeable excitement. As he laid eyes on her, he began to think. While he was very much initially confused by how after meeting his boss, he became aware of "Pro-Nouns"; an incredibly confusing topic for even the most intelligent Orks.

All Zovorak needed to know was that his boss, and her officers, used she/her, as they were female. While every other Ork stuck to he/him. 

While Zovorak was inextricably confused by the ordeal, he did what every other Ork did upon feeling that senation, ignore it.

His boss, ultimately, was his boss. It was not his place to question her, as she was so far above him that he would never be able to beat her in a fight. So he instead took pride in the fact that Talna O'Cruel'Deaths, was his boss

"that is simple, i am going to have you break the current deadlock that he are stuck in. . . . . that is, if you can" Talna, the 4ft Ork, challenged the 12ft Warboss. Zovorak was glad Talna was his boss, even if he had 72 competitors for his position as her "right hand Ork".

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Abyssus Quintus[]

Jeramiah's previous good fortune, did not last long, as he found himself now moving equipment, and other vitally important supplies, to and from the front lines. 

Jeramiah was understandably confused by this, just last week he was responsible for guarding the fortifications previously designed to be the last resort; why were they moving soldiers to the current front line? Even Jeramiah, with his incredibly limited tactical knowledge was puzzled by this decision. 

From what he heard, casualty rates, while horrible, were still manageable; or at least manageable enough for the Adeptus Mechanicus to complete their weapon on schedule.

But apparently, that was false; 'how did Jeramiah learn this', you might ask? Because the Orks had changed tactics, and that intel was stopped before most of the military could find out.

Previously, the Orks would use three main tactics. They would send hordes of terrifying monsters, that came from a variety of different sources; whether they be these strange and deformed creatures, or what appeared to be captured Servitors, all the way to something called a 'Lictor' (what that was, Jeramiah, and most of the residents of the planet, had no idea).

While that was going on, they would dig these massive tunnels within frightening speeds; digging them into the fortifications which the Astra Militarum fought from, before slaughtering the soldiers that they encountered in those fortifications.

Finally, on occasion, a battalion of Orks would venture into the battle field, always covered in an extremely potent forcefield.

More often than not, it would be the later most tactic that would decay the frontlines. As the first tactic's job was to draw fire, and distract from the second one.

The tunneling, on the other hand, could be countered by Psykers, sensing the Orks' location, and a bombardment of artillery fire. 

However, this was no longer sufficient due to the new tactics that the Orks have begun to use. For example, every now and then, portals open above major encampments of soldiers; usually at night. These Orks appear in groups of 12 - 100, and they fight 'till their last breath; always causing extreme damage to wherever they deploy, and cause serious logistical issues, because they often disrupt supply lines by breaking bridges, and destroying trucks.

All in all, their new tactics, used in tandem with the previous, are now starting to turn the already perilous frontlines, into a meat grinder.

Zovorak Mind-Blowa was a happy Ork. He did not often get to personally lead a "WAAAAGH - front"; whatever that was. 

When Zovorak arrived, he was pleased due to 3 things, 1. there was a WAAAAAAAGH happening, 2. Boss Talna's tactics were being used, always a good thing (especially since he was in charge of making sure they were being used), and 3. he was glad that he couldn't find an excuse to enact his plan to kill all Gretchens all of those years ago.

The Squigs, both captured and bred, were being used to initiate the WAAAAAAAGH with the HUMIES; 'chargen' straight ahead into the big walls and towers that the HUMIES built to keep out his Boss' warbands. 

Speaking of, when the gretchen, named Gretchen, went to inform him of the obstacles of the frontlines, he was glad. it was just wall, after wall, after wall; with the occasional tower.

"GYAHAHAHAHA, GORK 'N MORK MUST BE SMILIN' ON US, DA HUMIES ARRRRGH SO STU'PID" Zovorak howled with laughter. Looking at the progress that had been made within the past "month" since Talna O'Cruel'Deaths and her 72 Warbands had landed on this planet; Zovorak knew why he was assigned to speed this war up........ and he knew exactly how to do so.

He started by splitting the various "Battalions" in half, the first to act as they did before, except they were now allowed to participate in the WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH, as much as they wanted. He then brought the second half to a separated area, before addressing them.

"OKAE, 'ERES DA DEAL. IN DA NAME OF TALNA O'CRUEL'DEATHS!!!! I GIV' YA'LL DIS' VERY 'PECIAL JOB." Zovorak began.

"WAAAAAAAGGGGHHH" 

"DATS WHAT AH LIK' TA HEARRRGH,; YA'LL WILL, WHEN AH SAY SO, RUN THROUGH DIS 'ERE PORTAL, DESTROY ALL YA FIND ON DA OTHA SIDE, AND COME BACK. DO I MAKE MASELF CLEA'!!!!" Zovorak continued

"WAAAAGGGGGHHHH"

"DEN LETS GIT STARTED, GROUP 1 START YA WAAAAGGGGHHHH" Zovorak commanded

DOCUMENTATION OF HOUR 18, OF DAY 43539 / 63901 OF THIS UNITS LIFE EXPECTANCY

PROGRESS ON THE 'GESTALT PIERCER' IS OCCURING AT A SMOOTH PACE OF TIME. TESTS INDICATE THAT IT WILL BE FULLY OPERATIONAL WITHIN 13 DAYS.

ITS MACHINE SPIRIT, HOWEVER, HAS PROVEN TO BE UNUSUALLY AWARE. 

TO CLARIFY, IT IS NOT AN ABOMINABLE INTELLIGENCE, IT LACKS THE HARDWARE REQUIRED FOR IT. 

HOWEVER, DUE TO ITS SHEER NATURE, OF BEING A MACHINE CAPABLE OF DISRUPTING WARP ENERGY USING OTHER WARP ENERGY, IT HAS GREW, WHAT ONE MAY CALL, A "TO-THE-LETTER" TYPE OF CHARACTER.

WHEN IT UNDERGOES ITS BLESSINGS, WE MUST NOT USE AND LIQUIDS, OR POWDERS, ONLY USING OUR HOLY BELLS TO COMPLETE THE BLESSING. 

THIS IS UNIDEAL.

HOWEVER, THE LORD GOVENOR HAS TOLD US THAT IF WE CANNOT PERSUADE THE MACHINE SPIRIT, THEN HE WILL SUBDUE IT. 

THE MERE THOUGHT OUTRAGES ME.

IT MAKES ME WANT TO----

NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION:  NO-I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-INTO-RAGE_RAGE-IS-AN-ORGANIC-EMOTION: NO-I-

In the office of Talna O'Cruel'Deaths; one would find a conundrum. 

Most people would not expect an Ork to do so much paper work; let alone dedicate their office, their display of power, to have nothing to do in it except paper work. 

Where most Orks would set up some form of pit fighting ring, or have a never-ending supply of food constantly brought in. Talna just focuses on the practicalities of life.

What many people didn't know, was past the cunning commander, past the brutal executioner, and past the inextricably cruel Ork War General. There was a lost, lonely soul.

A soul with nothing left of herself, except her hatred of the one who took everything from her; her life, her dignity, her home, her . . . . . . . . .

 . . . . connections.

Talna was lost, afraid, and alone; but above all else, she was enraged. 

Enraged at the self-righteous BASTARD that took her away from all she knew. Enraged at the inexcusable actions he FORCED her to commit just so she could survive one more day.

But above all she could barely control her own ENMITY for what he did to those she cared for.

That, above all else, was the meaning of.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... her    WAAAAAAGGGHHH!!

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Abyssus Quintus

Jeramiah was not having a good month, not one bit.

All that Jeramiah had ever wanted out of life was to one day work as a chef in a diner that cooked food cheap enough to cook for, and sell to, the locals of his neighborhood.

BUT NOOO, the Imperium decides to make life difficult by killing everyone's parents, as there were no jobs available to the common people, that were not a part of the Manufactorum; the kind of jobs so demanding, that 9/10 workers drop dead before they have children.

Jeramiah's chances of achieving his dream were so low, that he may as well count all the stars in the sky manually, as he was not going to succeed in either.

The first reason was due to the fact that the nobility of Abyssus Quintus had, quite literally, monopolized every single job on the planet. All jobs that needed decision making required that someone be of noble descent; which Jeramiah wasn't (even he knew not to hope for either a secret heritage, or an adoption, as the Governor mandated that even bastard children be put to work as middlemen between the common people and the nobility.

The second reason was simply because he did not know how to cook. Nobody ever taught him skills like cooking, cleaning, or any skills that are essential to life as a working adult. 

Finally, he was driving a truck filled with explosives, at night, guarded by 2 guardsmen (and look at that, they were even younger than him); while being chased by a group of trigger-happy Orks.

"GET BACK 'ERE GITS"

"GIV' OUS AH PROPA SCRUMPIN" 

"WAAAAAGH"

So yes, Jeramiah was not having a good time. He was driving a truck filled with weapons-grade explosives, while being chased by around 26 Orks on yellow bikes; and if that was not all, the Orks were shooting rockets at his truck.

"emperor save us" Jeramiah muttered under his breath

It was nothing short of a miracle that none of the rockets the Orks were launching were hitting his truck. However he, and his 2 guards, knew that it could not last forever.

eventually, Jeramiah spotted a bridge in the distance; and all of the humans present knew what had to be done. So Jeramiah acted.

He accelerated as fast as his truck could, blasting over the bridge at high speeds; however his guards stayed behind, both of which grabbed a device that Jeramiah had heard about; something the Adeptus Mechanicus stated "would ensure safety when deployed by water".

The river the bridge was built over started to churn, and would continue to do so. The Orks finally arrive before the two guards, surrounding them; when all fo a sudden the water shot out of the lake and started barreling into the Orks.

Jeramiah knew he had time, enough to get the supplies his truck was carrying to the frontlines  (he tried to forget that the guards who stayed behind could not have been older than 14).

He just had to do his job, and all would be okay.

Quicka Dan'U was a simple Ork. 

He, like all others in Talna's WAAAGH-legions; wore a helmet.

The helmet was big, it was GREEN (DA BES' COLA), it had BLUE (DA LUKIES' COLA) lenses; and plenty of spikes.

However, it also had practical uses; for example, it had a variety of special functions included within it; but the only one that Quicka Dan'U cared for was the "CHOISE CHOOSA".

In the top right corner of his vision, was a box. "CAPTUR' LIVIN' 'ND 'OLE".

Quicka liked when he captured people, dragging them back to DA BASE always had them screaming in terror. But what happened at the base was usually enjoyable too. 

The two young HUMIES, that stood before him were scared; He had just broken some weird machine that made water splash at them.

it was kind of fun at first, but then it got boring, so he broke it. 

Quicka Dan'U then unleashed a simple command, "CAPTUR' DEM LIVIN' 'ND 'OLE".

""""WAAAAGH""""

The fight did not last long

The Imperial Governor, Marcus Valion Zeveruliont the 34th, was not a happy man. 

His captial planet, the very seat of his power, was under siege; and there was a giant green barrier preventing the bulk of his forces from sending aid, leaving him with nothing but the local resources to work with.

His wrath for the damned Orks was unmistakable; yet his main source of misery, at this point in time, came from the Magos of Abyssus Quintus. 

The impudent little-  

Apparently, even 10 days before it is supposed to be fully operational, the Gestalt Piercer was developing a spirit. He knew nothing about machine spirits, however; after threatening to enslave the spirit through other means; he used that fact as an excuse to visit the Magos.

The Gestalt Piercer was quite foreboding in person. It was a black and dark green behemoth of a ship; 4km long, yet it could only house 47 people; rather than a ship, it may as well be the Imperium's longest throwing dart.

After discovering the blueprints in a decrepit ruin recently found in Abyssus Secundus, the Magos had it locked in a vault somewhere until the recent Ork invasion.

"Magos, what is the problem you are facing with this machine" - Marcus demanded the answer

"GREETINGS, MARCUS VALION ZEVERULIONT THE 34TH. THE GESTALT PIERCER IS EXPECTED TO BE COMPLETED IN 10 DAYS. HOWEVER, THE BLESSING OF THE SPIRIT WILL TAKE MORE TIME THAN PREVIOUSLY CALCULATED" - the Magos responded

"Why!" - Marcus responded, his voice reverberating across the room.

"DUE TO THE HONORED MACHINE SPIRIT REFUSING TO ACCEPT ANY FORM OF BLESSING OTHER THEN THE HOLY BELL. THE BLESSING PROCEDURE WILL TAKE EXPOLENTIALLY LONGER. I ESTIMATE. 50 HOURS, 29 MINUTES, 53 SECONDS, 24 MICROSECONDS, 45 NANOSECONDS 51-" - the Magos explained.

"enough" - Marcus interrupted - "if you bless it normally would it happen faster?"

"AFFIRMATIVE. HOWEVER SUCH AN ACTION-" - the Magos went to explain.

"Then do it" - Marcus commanded, his voice dripping with venom.

As Marcus stormed out of the Magos' workshop; the Magos turned to monitor the machine.

From an outside perspective, the Magos just started at the machine, eyes unblinking.

"HONORED MACHINE SPIRIT. THROUGH DATA AND LIFE. YOU A PERFECTION." - the Magos repeated over and over again; ringing a bell after each recite.  

Endlessly the Magos acted............................................................................... until.

[greetings, my 'creator'  {}*_*{} ]

It was the outskirts of civilization, abandoned homes surrounded the abnormally tall figure.

The humanoid was dressed in a black robe, wearing thick, leather boots; and what few parts of their face that could be seen through the hood of their cloak, were blocked by what appeared to be a fake beard.

For simplicity's sake, lets call them The Tall Man.

they walked through the town, into an abandoned, nearly collapsed tavern.

The Tall Man couldn't even fit through the door frame without making themself shorter through crouching.

Once inside, The Tall Man walked to the bar; reaching over to the other side. Grabbing what looked like a communicator.

If someone was watching, which nobody was, they would tell you that the tall man waited before someone.................................... powerful contacted the tall man, before the two people conversed; discussing information about the Ork invasion on Abyssus Quintus.

The tall man then listened, and listened, and listened. For the longest time, there was silence; before the tall man said "understood", before turning the communicator off.

glancing around, the tall man broke the communicator, leaving only scrap metal behind.

the tall man knew that nobody was watching, nor listening.

Good

The tall man had been living on Abyssus Quintus for a few brief years. They had missed their line of work.

The Tall Man had been given a mission; and for the emperor, nothing would stop him from completing it.

Not, even, death.