Planetkill by Nick Kyme & Lindsey Priestley

Author:Nick Kyme & Lindsey Priestley [Kyme, Nick & Priestley, Lindsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Games Workshop
Published: 2008-07-06T23:00:00+00:00

«PLANETKILL»

Edited by Nick Kyme & Lindsey Priestley

against the iron buttresses that towered above him like cliffs and the vast data-stacks that scratched the blooded sky like obsidian claws.

Above it all, the teeth of every cog and gear clicked and hammered their praise to the Omnissiah; endless arrangements of teeth, some sharp, some blunt, some jagged tessellations of impossibly complex angles, all sang their praise - like mouths of the Machine-God made manifest, like the Omnissiah speaking the binary truth of knowledge itself.

Rottle began to listen for meaning.

The binary thunder skipped a beat and lowered its tone. It gained awkward pitch and asymmetric rhythm.

It was then that the Omnissiah spoke to Hieronym Rottle.

'My servant,' the voice emanated. 'You have come to me.'

Rottle's mandible-tines fluttered. His vox failed him.

More words flowed from the endless majesty of Mars's machinery fields. 'I have watched you. I have come to make your destiny.

I have come to teach you the weakness of flesh.'

Rottle's vox-piece couldn't compete with the sheer scale of sound that the Omnissiah vocalized. All he managed was a prolonged and pathetic ' Yes' .

'I have come to show you the destiny of all flesh, Hieronym Rottle. I have come to turn your Life-Eater into the death of fleshed and living form. I have come to show you knowledge! There was a strange ecstasy in the Omnissiah's words. Rottle recognized it: the adoration of uncorrupted information, perfect data, purest knowing. That is, Hieronym Rottle, if you will listen.'

Rottle's neck sheath flexed as he nodded. His beard of trim mechadendrites lapsed into flaccid obeisance as he listened. While his mortal remains liquefied in the vapours of the Life-Eater, the Omnissiah showed Rottle everything.

'A miracle,' said a hushed voice.

'Indeed,' conceded another, his speech falling away into a grating fizzle. 'But permissible?' The intonation turned into an electronic whine like a vox-caster switching channels.

'2.05%, Archmagos Biologis Vaeyvor. His remains constitute the Lex Organicum, He is still human. The chassis cybernetics and servitor systems have not compromised his humanity.'

'Extraordinary, adept. The probability of his survival was less than a deciota underpowered to the fifth quarter. A mathematical miracle - something I believed that the Omnissiah spurned.'

'My lord?' Wonder and disbelief mingled in the adept's voice. There was too much humanity there for Vaeyvor's liking.

'The Omnissiah works by knowledge alone,' the archmagos replied severely. 'This is an unprecedented incident, but a numerically permissible one.' It was only unprecedented in so far as the Holy Ordos remained ignorant of Rottle's accident and recovery. Other permissible incidents had occurred in the past - such as the flensing of Reppertrix Straynge on Crux II or the ascension of Enginseer Heliope - but the Ordos would descend upon the Mechanicus and eradicate all records and recollections. Vaeyvor rarely regretted such culling, but it was such a waste of tech-priests and magi. Only Vaeyvor knew of these incidents by the gaps in his labyrinthine memory, the names without things that were like negative impressions of an ancient pict-stealer. What he knew was that the

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