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A cold dread coiled in your stomach. "Expedites? How?"
Figalina's eyes gleamed with a predatory light. "By being either an exceptional threat... or an exceptional benefit to the Imperium. Tsk, tsk. I wouldn't recommend either."
"So, just sit here and twiddle your thumbs?" you asked, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice. "What am I supposed to do?"
Figalina threw her head back and let out a metallic cackle. "Alé, alé, fleshling! That's entirely up to you. Though, you wouldn't want to get hauled off by those party-crashing Arbites now, would you? Especially not with your little 'condition.'"
She leaned in closer, "Being a Tech-Priest is a lot more than just praising the Machine God, buddy. They don't teach you this shit in school, but you gotta know enough about the Emperor's Holy Law to keep those Inquisition snoops and Arbites guys off your shiny metal ass. After all," she boomed, her voice echoing through the chamber, "the Law is the Emperor's will made manifest! And every loyal subject, from the lowliest grot to the mightiest Tech-Magos, has a duty to serve it!"
"And hey," she chirped, her voice regaining its manic cheer, "learning a little bit of the Emperor's Holy Word isn't a crime!"
One of her miniature Tech-Priest forms scurried over, depositing a small, mass-produced booklet with the Zlatino logo emblazoned on it. "Here newbie," Figalina chirped, her voice scraping metal against metal. "This little beauty might save your hide someday. Packed with info on archeotech rights, mutant heresy laws, the whole servitor ownership shebang... but most importantly," she tapped a specific section with a metallic finger, "pay real close attention to these bits here..."
* Obtained Zlatino Legal Handbook *
