Chapter 119 Bella Kahn’s Hospitality
“This is the biological sage numbered Fisher-20-β-Aquarius who fled to the surface with all his possessions before eighteen Terra hours. "
After the contents of the memory storage unit in the data phylactery were read, a seat in the Mechanical Council located on the tower of Belakaan's largest foundry was uploaded. Here comes the stereotypical commentary with its humming multiple mechanical echoes.
"What number is this?" A shadow with multiple strangely boiling medicine jars mounted on a huge hunchback asked in a deliberately created electronic sound.
"Twenty," another strange and towering figure replied. This figure looked like some kind of wrong mixture of flesh and machinery. Only in the deepest nightmare can a person with a will be able to ignore it. A glimpse into its sinister structure, "The twenty-first biological sage Fisher-21-β-Aquarius, who is responsible for protecting Lord Daedus, can leave the culture tank and install the necessary equipment after 16 standard minutes. device to begin his daily routine.”
"Very good, I hope this one can last longer. The uncontrollability of multiple replication products has become higher recently."
"How many more of 'those' are there?" Suddenly someone from the data stream He asked abruptly in his Link Ring voice, and all members of the council fell into silence for a microsecond.
"Why do you ask this? His Majesty Daedus the Great Sage issues new production quotas to all factories and networks in the Forge World every day. We have been doing this for five hundred years, Brick Sage."
The sound of some gears rattling for a while, "Our planet's food and fresh water reserves are currently reduced to a very dangerous level."
"Let the overseer. They will continue to reduce the daily sleep time of indentured mining slaves to 4 hours, and at the same time increase the water ice collection requirements for permafrost and craters.”
"Objection. After calculation, this will allow us to lose more than 45% of the contracted mining slaves within 2 weeks."
"Isn't this our purpose? After the food reserves recover, Kalisi There will never be a shortage of indentured slave ships and losers in the Sector."
The smell of engine oil, promethium, steel and faint corruption echoed in the council room. If a space warrior with enhanced senses. Walking in now, it would be difficult to tell who has the smell of a dead body coming from him.
“But.” A metallic female voice pointed out coldly, “According to calculations, our ‘production’ has dropped to a dangerous level, and we will be unable to maintain normal balance of payments.”
"What about our other weapons exports, Sage Nilanvira, you are an expert in weapons, and we have no shortage of trade orders in this area."
"That's right," the sage, who was covered in a mask cast into a serious-looking human female face, replied, and the part below her neck, even under the cover of the mechanical holy robe, appeared to be an artificial artifact without any rules at all. It also has a hundred tentacle claws and melt-eating gel appendages that are even less friendly to organic life.
"May I point out that although the quality of our ship void shields, large defensive force fields, and large defensive weapon arrays is indeed very good, these are non-irreplaceable products. There are at least a hundred castings. The world can make them, and we don't have much advantage in terms of price and shipping costs. More than 85 percent of the time, they are signed as ancillary orders for Stasis Stand products."
"We have the most complete near-planet orbit spacecraft maintenance platform in the entire sub-sector, what are its recent returns."
"The long-term and short-term returns have been steadily declining, and as our static "The relentless mechanical texture of the synthesized sound came from the electronic speaker amplifier.
“What caused this problem? What are the analysis results?”
"Our Forge World's influence in this sector and throughout the Empire has been declining. Unfavorable rumors have become more and more intense. Coupled with the fact that we have been slowly reducing the cap on export orders, the number of trade routes that deliberately detour us has been greatly reduced. , the flow of void ships has decreased, and the need for repairs and orders for new weapons and defense arrays has decreased."
"So the oldest and least organic parts of them. , the mechanical sage who is closest to the ideal state of the servant of Ohm's Messiah said the conclusion they have known many times.
"As the loyal servants of Omnisiah demand it, let us discuss how to politely and kindly get the mortals on this recently arrived trading ship to agree to issue an order but delay delivery. Unload their cargo first and return to their starting point to transport more cargo to us again."
"Agreed. Since this family seems to be in decline or lacking shelter, I think that if If the negotiation fails, it is also an acceptable solution to detain them at the port and transform them into our Skitarii and send them back to their home planet to engage in food production.”
"The Skitarii are as good as ever, no objections," the ruling sage said using his low electronic voice that rumbled like a cannon. "The Lightbringer Legion has no objections, but our pilots and newborns need to be given priority in providing high-quality food."
"Explanatory documents to the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Moff will be used to persuade The Carosini captain then drafted and handed it over." The first female voice spoke again.
"Then, notify the orbital platform to prepare for a comprehensive overhaul of their ship."
The gel appendage of Sage Nilanvera slowly crawled across the metal surface of the conference table , the hissing sound of corrosion was subtle and gentle, "The exterior design of that ship is quite special," she said slowly, "I plan to go up and take a look in person during the maintenance."
The metal mask made of a female human reflected the light of the more or less electronic prosthetic eyes, sensors and servo skulls of everyone around the table.
“I have reason to think that something unexpected may happen on this ship. As the host, I am happy to help these poor, weak and helpless mortal merchants understand the generosity and hospitality of Belakarn. ”
She or TA, emitted an electronic sound similar to a monotonously repeated laughter from a sound unit installed on the neck, and the other sages of the Mechanical Council also expressed it in their own way There was some kind of smile.
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The 100th second after the Destiny Steel entered the port.
Even the mechanical believer who is least familiar with the meaning of beauty, as long as his brain is still human, will still praise the name of Ohm Messiah loudly towards the ship that has just entered the port because of his instinctive yearning for beauty. way to express your praise.
The elegant silver-white hull of this ship is very conspicuous in this dark velvet-like cosmic background. Sometimes the gold shining from the gaps adds a bit of luxury, even though It was the connection work after entering the port that caused a catastrophic interference of about 900 seconds due to unknown reasons. The Belakane Port Control Center received the report. There may be a few unlucky ones who were directly sucked by the unsealed valve. In the vacuum of the universe, there was nothing that could stop more craftsmen, junior technical priests, and their own servitors or slave workers from flocking to him with various thoughts.
Of course, all this chaos came to an abrupt end with the announcement of the visit of a senior sage from the Mechanical Council.
Lami Zain and Maatra, who were enjoying their daily afternoon tea in the office (this time with Brother Sade), received this request to visit.
The battle leader looked very distressed: the racing competition has just begun, and it is not appropriate to create unnecessary variables at this moment.
"So we have to temporarily receive this visitor to stabilize them." The body of the Fourth Primarch spoke.
The border collie didn't even raise his eyelids. Without relying on relay lines and biological cables, his processing speed no longer allowed him to distract himself from chatting.
"Oh, if I may say so," the fearless Power Claw gracefully put down his vitiligo straw and wiped the port with a napkin. "Although I am personally happy to help with the reception, I think a senior sage from the Mechanicus would be able to tell that I am now a Dreadnought as long as there are normally working sensors."
"And ours It’s a little too suspicious to have a Contemptor Dauntless on the Rogue Trader ship, isn’t it?”
“I’m glad you understood what I said, my dear brother Pei…” (The dog suddenly coughed loudly) "...Lami Zain."
"So..." Lamizane's face showed an expression of "I've wanted to do this for a long time when the opportunity comes!"
"Before they take this place, we're going to play Rogue Trader, right?"
For some reason, Magnus—on the Sorcerer and the Destined Steel— Suddenly everyone felt a chill.
Gua.
The second one is coded
(End of this chapter)