>>6012334>1/?Before Kasilos can respond a light flashes on the holotable, indicating a vox notification from the Ark Mechanicus, judging by the indicators it was the thirtieth in the last hour. Kasilos gestured to the notification.
“What has the Lord Dogma been demanding? I see the Canticle has been voxing complaints again.”
Felidor shook his head, exasperation plainly evident on the Night Lord.
“The usual. Apparently the adamantium stock provided by Port Mausoleum was not of a high enough quality, and we lack the required unguents to fully placate the machine spirits of Winnower’s plasma reactor. I have been informed in no uncertain terms that it has led to a 0.048625% reduction in her energy output. The messages have generally been along the lines of ‘The right-honorable Lord Dogma Zure has requested that Lord Regent Xaas make immediate plans to rectify these issues in a timely manner, lest the combat efficiency of the 333rd Expeditionary Fleet be unduly impacted by Port Mauseleum’s inadequacies.’”
Felidor adds in a mechanical monotone before continuing.
“You know how pretentious the tech priests are. There have also been requests to extend our stop in the Hattusa system to collect data and artifacts from the local population, supposedly they are culturally unique and may be significant to the Martian’s Cult.”
Kasilos sighs at this. It is not unexpected, Uxiot-Zure was already an exacting perfectionist. And as Lord Dogma he was required to be so to an even greater, religious degree. His complaints had been omnipresent since the Canticle’s addition to the fleet. But the services he provided had been vital to the 333rd’s operation, and required a careful response.
“Of course, I would expect nothing else from the right-honorable pain in my ass. Inform the Canticle that I will take these requests under consideration. I will decide upon a course of action while we are in the Warp.”
Felidor makes a note on his personal dataslate, the missive would be sent as soon as they were finished.
“Very well I will make the necessary arrangements. But I would be surprised if he is placated for long.”
“I am well aware Felidor. You have the message from the Nightfall?”
The Marine nods at this, setting his slate on the holotable before drawing another from an inbuilt recess on the side. He passed it to the Lord Regent without ceremony. It was nondescript, a standard utility aboard any Imperial warship it allowed for the easy dissemination of information. Xaas unlocked the device with a simple passcode, quickly navigating the dark green interface to find the astropathic message.
