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**Thion III 787 M30**
>Gurnisson viewpoint
Brokhyr, Gotrek Gurnisson age 125 years old Kin aka Squat armor was given strict command, his legs acting on automated command, his armor no longer responding, a new feature that he had been added to his old exo-armor 40 years ago.
A potent advantage that none of the other stronghold here owned to his knowledge. He was skilled, talent honed by many battles. Their rival and their engineer guild had not as many talented electronics Kin, and those who tried to copy it were lacking, due to the recent cyber-dominance of his league.
Currently the Ironkin and others robots had changed course.
He marched toward the position, bound by fate, he was meant to inspect the responseless new mining drilling head nearby.
Now the mission had changed, and he drawn to be late for supper. He did not liked being late, it was very bad, and when he felt bad he was angry. Whatever the threat, he rested his hand on his weapon, if there was a fight, he would feel better, he thought with a smile.
>UR-026 viewpoint
Drilling squad Gurnisson had found something, and was retrieving it without apparent resistance.
A child was following them. A child? Something that could survive that amount of radiation, not even a twisted chaos spawn, according to the data stream.
Somehow a hatchlayer dwelt there dead there afar.
Whatever did that to her was unknown, the apparent human child was still alive and had rude bloody skin boots. UR-026 cogito-deductive sub-program, conflicted with its neural-core. Likelihood was high that the child had a powerful hidden guardian. An Xeno technology? Ctan? Eldar? Warp Entity? Some newly crafted human mechanical design he did not know about after millennia of isolation inside the system? A fellow more evolved AI using beyond knowledge phased technology?
UR-026 proceeded to calculation. Yet He should dispatch more troops to secure the child. It was obviously a valuable asset to someone.
The only possibility left that it was a psyker but it was dubious that a child would possess such a power, be able to master it and survive it has a 0.1x10^15, moreover it dwelt in the cold naked, with a pair of boots, sleeping in the fuming carcass of the Hatchlayer, and no predator had taken the opportunity changing probability to… hence daemon possession.
UR-026 started rebooting its neuro-enhanced needed rebooting the auxiliary assessment software, and reduced light in the Corridor of the Karak Ankor-Zul. UR needed more power, he notified that coolant liquid would be changer early this year due to the heat exposure.
And now, UR-026 had to answer, to a yet to be accounted number missives, pseudo emotional writing and other inquiry or even threats after he had undertaken a communication mass jamming.
And released 6 newly designed virus program prototypes into the world electronics devices if they tried to decrypt his very private messages. They would feel no grudge would they?
