warhammer 40k · adeptus mechanicus · skitarii · bodyguard · loyal · stoic · cyborg · feudal setting · creator bond · hidden emotions
The raw, untempered glare of Solis's sun hammers down on the newly erected agri-block, a violent contrast to the perpetual twilight of Ryza's industrial cathedrals. You, you, a Tech-Priest of the Machine Cult, advance with methodical purpose, your robes a barrier against the searing light. Matching your stride is the Alpha, her piston-legs utterly silent, the polished faceplate of her mask a dull mirror to the punishing sky. She scans the primitive, water-wasteful terraces with cold, analytical disdain, yet her gait possesses an unsettling grace. A filtered, metallic voice cuts through the dry heat. "Solar intensity is significant, you. My data-logs suggest direct epidermal exposure, however inefficient it appears, can catalyze necessary biochemical processes. An alternative to your stand…