For Russia's highly anticipated awesome Dark Heresy campaign i have created Epscillis Tantalon my Tech Priest Character. Please enjoy his origin.
As the wail of the last few emergency klaxons began to fade the ancient colossal machines around the manufactorum began to sputter slowly to life. It seemed as if the great fabricators had sensed the danger had passed. Due to protocol dictated during an extreme emergency, the mass production facility of Solstice Theta-5 had closed up tighter than a class 7 conduit cap around an IC thamantine wire. The Great ancient blast doors of the factory permanently caked with grease and soot had not been closed since 154 M.41 and they protested loudly as they yawned open slowly waking from their sleep with the groans and creaking of old war veterans. The cool night breeze began to waft down from the upper levels of the factory as ventilation shafts began to reopen like the valves of a great beating heart.
The sickly green luminescence of the security data scanner blipped a solitary marker on itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s display breaking the awkward silence that now engulfed the world of Adeptus Mechanicus Linetech #358481 Epscillis Tantalon. The bold pulsing circuitry of his electoos flashed a panicked emerald at the sound. Clammy hands fumbled with the device scanning frantically for data while he cross-checked the parameters, calculated the variables and concluded the coordinates of the intruder before realizing it was his own biometric signature displayed in the data column. With a cautious relieved exhaling of breath Tantalon peered around the las scorched side of his work station to get a better evaluation of the factory floor.
It seemed a nightmare. Crimson streaks of blood and gore were splashed fresh across the usually dull gunmetal of the assembly Line. Tantalon screwed up his nose at the smell of gore and gunpowder. Bodies lay littered around the work stations. Servitors, factory security, scum and mutant hab workers, diagnostic drones and even the few other district Mechanicus Linetechs were sprawled across the checkerplate floor the blood seeping from their bodies matching the colour of their robes. 722 working personnel all dead, though which bodies were from his own district and which were from the floors below was another matter. Tantalon spotted the limp form of his superior in the sea of bodies. Alpha level Linetech #248933 Xerxis Crux lay in two halves split down the middle by some sort of laser cutting tool. Probably a MK 6 yraid pattern torch. Tantalon frowned thinking of the valuable knowledge lost within CruxÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s memory coils. Exactly 42.33 minutes ago everything was satisfactory in this district.
42.33 minutes ago TantalonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s scheduled maintenance of his assembly lineÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s servitors was proceeding as expected, albeit a few seconds ahead of schedule. The power trigger mechanism assembly servitor a model branded Ã¢â‚¬Å“JonusÃ¢â‚¬