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Previous Choice: Assumed the Primarch is not currently at war, I have prioritized the logical non military contested option:
>The Art of Exotic-Energy-Warp Tech (Magi path)
>The art of science-Bio-chemistry-supersoldier (Genetor path)
> The Art of Machines- Building-mining- spacecraft- military hardware (Artisan Path)
(He is “soon” going to know most of 40K tech in his mind, in years)
Given the starch divide about Votann tech, still civilian given peace time.
> Neoplasma Energy and rare techs (Votann)
> Civilian Industry and infrastructure (Votann)
He will build actively a network of spy.
> XXI View
He made the choice to now appear under the radar, by undertaking this expedition. He Left no letter no information beyond a crypted “I will be back” should take UR-026 long enough to decipher. He had even created a language extrapolated from a unique combination of various Mechanicus binary idioms, with a false pathway of Votann inserted in. That should not betray the components were he to reemploy them, furthermore if he was to reveal them, he had specifically altered them not to compromise further similar use. Devious devil. He had not used his network yet, too soon, too risky, but would show them he was meaning business.
Thaddic had asked to fashion him a Power Axe. He had. the elegant and brutal style of the Custodes Power Axe, a Castellan type, with a bolter caster integrated. He had crafted Tempest bolts, fragmentation shell encasing a powerful micro-explosive proximity charge. Particularly effective at incapacitating machines and other electronic devices…
He had borrowed without warning a few tools from Old Shield Thaldic and a chemical or two from Oldie Golden; he left a note about where he would left them. After all, he was not savage, he was not Leman? Leman? Leman.
Phi emerged from the underworld.
A broken chain- shovel in one hand, a snowboard planch of simple wood and a heavy sheathing of derelict exo armor.
He had tinkered it himself to remove any suspect advanced system. Stripped to its cogs, It was bare and uncomfortable, but stealthy, he hoped. He would be harder to detect from thermal sensor, and a very special paint should deflect any magnetic auspex.
Anyway, he would even try to confuse the warp sensitive crystalline cogitator matrix, were they to approach.
He repressed a snort of triumph and took a long breath. The air was cold, burning his lungs, that immediately adapted to such harsh treatment. He smiled, viewing miles away his objective through the blizzard, under the tar black sky. He strode forward fiercely.
After hours Phi was close. The Pod was here, but many Bots were there as well. Various clans, he noted according to colour scheme and radio wavelength.
He closed his eyes, and remembered. How could he access to the Pod? Hard to tell. They were heavily armed… but many were psy sensitive…
