+THOUGHT FOR THE DAY+
The Emperor expects - do not fail Him.
The Emperor protects - He will never fail you.
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The Emperor has chosen Primaris.
"The activation hymn has been sung. Awake, Primaris. The Emperor has called."
"And I answer."
You greedily suck in the stale air, your throat burning as you are brought out of cryo-stasis. The lights in the medicae swim and dance, and garbled noises play in your ears. A wrinkled man, so wrinkled you could tell from his blurry visage, holds a censer with the reanimation gasses. Beside him, a giant draped in red robes.
The giant barks something in binary, and tattooed servitors dress you in a soft robe that smells of incense. The wrinkled man smiles.
"How do you feel, Primaris? Ready for action?"
"Always, now and forever, until I'm called to His side."
The old man smiles again. As your vision clears, so does your memory. Father Decimus - the founder and commander of the Mind-killer cult. The man who took the nine greatest students of the Saint Thor schola, and broke them. Broke Octavus and Sextus until they could no longer walk. Broke Septimus until he could no longer think. And he broke Nonus until she could no longer be considered human.
The rest, he fixed.
"Where will I be assigned, Father?" you ask, voice still thick and hoarse from stasis.
He pats your shoulder affectionately. "Nowhere too harsh, my child. That last mission was a catastrophe. Have you learned from your mistakes?"
You shudder. After he was done with you, you had been on the verge of death. On the verge of being broken again.
"Of course, Father."
He sighs in relief, his smile widening. "Good, good! Let's start with something simple." He produces a dataslate from his cavernous robes. "A Guard regiment has gone renegade."
"You wish me to scare them into submission?"
He shakes his head. "I want you to scare others from following." His face contorts into rage, like a storm from nowhere. His wrinkled mask tears at the seams, unable to contain the cruel, cold iron face within.
"Make an example out of them."
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The red giant hands you a dataslate. "Your previous handler was irreparable, following your failed mission. He has been disposed of properly." A pity, you think to yourself. "Select one."
A list of candidates, and many you find immediately unworthy. A few catch your eye, however.
I. Administratum scribe. (While you may be adept at cutting down foes, you are not as adept as cutting red tape. With expert maneuvering and paper-pushing, the scribe can tame the beast of bureaucracy and allow you to requisition gear more easily.)
II. Multitask servitor. (Unlike the monotask models seen everywhere in the Imperium, this one can fully function at virtually any task, perhaps save combat. A pricey servitor like this should not be wasted in a firefight.)
III. Ministorum priest. (Like Father Decimus, this one is of the Mind-killer cult. A powerful person, as a fighter and a speaker. What he cannot defeat with words, he will defeat with his chainsword.)
IV. Guard veteran. (A wizened warrior, with decades of experience. He would be a valuable leader to any men you take under your command.)
V. Astropath. (A blessed psyker who has communed with the Emperor Himself, she serves as communication, and in times of need a weapon of destruction.)
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