Authors Notes: This is my first fanfic. Please. FOR THE SAKE OF MY CONTINUING. be constructive. I only wish the same respect as you would desire. for yourself.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry I
I’ve awakened from a long travel to find I’ve been sent to the farthest region imaginable to serve an administrator for an orbital research colony. The sector is still yet to be properly named though is noted on maps as Und1201. I must set this aside for a now, we have been cleared for boarding.
Administrator Ziakan Cyrus of Xenos Flauronica is a man who leaves a nearly unsettling impression. Even at a whisper his voice echoes loudly down the halls- though no one seems to notice. I believe and certainly hope I too will become accustomed to the decibels.
My quarters are small and smell of decaying plant life, a scent I’ve been told is not uncommon. Especially considering the last psyker who had attended to this station had a small habit of collecting small hoards of items he’d find aboard. Which would explain the raw meat I found in my closet- seems Takail became very interesting towards the end of his service.
Also, there is no astropath onboard- which is all and well to me, I personally find them rather distasteful- though without one we have limited communication with the Civilized Space. Our only means of supplies, beyond growing our own, is the occasional rogue traders passing by. I believe Administrator Cyrus sends a specially programmed pair of servitors every few cycles to the Administratum via Rogue Trader. Otherwise, we’re very cut off from the Imperium.
Welcome home Graile Vespti.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry II
Two weeks have passed- I measure this time frame by our rotations around one of the two moons. In this time, I’ve become rather settled in my occupation and have met many of the crew. Of them is included several Tech-Priests, three scientists, and only two of the guard. I relate best to the Tech-Priests.
As of the moment, I am assigned as follows via Administrator Cyrus- ‘Keep all staff in line and on task.’ This includes assisting with experiments, taking information to and from our resident Tech-Priests and making my reports to Administrator Cyrus.
All verbal, nothing on data slate- the man seems to have a deep, unexplored intelligence- now if only if his voice could become lower… even nonexistent would be a relief. While I wish no harm to him, Administrator Cyrus still leaves silence to be desired at times.
Now, as per my occupation, I am very much not like the rest of the crew. I am on call at all hours on every day. Even now- Corduroy, the personal assistant to Administrator Cyrus, is coming to fetch me.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry III
Very peculiar and most disturbing the recent events are. As per my last entry, I was summoned to a horrific scene in the live study lab.
Doctor Abas Tilde, head of the carnivorous plant study, was found torn asunder by his subjects. Apparently the specimens had grown more freely than previously noted by his predecessor, Doctor Adrianne Perinea. Whom, for the sake of my personal notations, was also a victim of the same instance- however that particular plant was put into isolation and eventually ate itself. Interesting, No?
Back to the issue at hand, the science division was a mess- not only because of the blood, which took the servitors hours to remove, but their spirits seemed severely dampened. Two of the newest members of the team are now required to be replaced- having stumbled upon the remains, they seemed to have suffered from severe mental trauma. This has made keeping the other scientists on task.
Doctor Tilde was a very motivating worker, very good at keeping up the spirits of his co-workers. As he left no details as what to do with what little remained, he was jettisoned into the stars after a lovely procession. His portrait was added to a wall of the many Leads which have passed.
Amendment: Under Administrator Cyrus’s newest orders. All carnivorous plants are to be fed by assigned servitors. Scientists now may only observe feeding habits and may only conduct their research afterwards- as the plant digests its meal.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry IV
Tech-Priest Dax Cruis has a very peculiar nature. He’s different than his brethren in the sense that he is very much the same with tics. He’s comical in nature and flirtatious- though they make little sense a majority of the time.
The most recent one, “I’ll show you a hot solar plexus,” which got several of the Tech Priests Laughing. That in itself was a disturbing sound.
He’s been keeping close watch on my augment maintenance schedule and will hunt me down, far out of the safety of his fellow Tech-Priests.
Despised amongst the Science Division- Dax has been known to simply walk away with tools and equipment still in use, claiming they must be checked and repaired. He will then express a great distaste when the ‘borrowed’ item is returned before he can claim to have repaired it. Usually his ‘repairs’ require more repairs. I find him amusing to say the least.
I have found great amusement in simply sitting and speaking with him on my occasional visit during my off hour. Otherwise, he gets the least amount of work from the Science Division as he’s likely to come visit the laboratories.
Ah. Seems I’ve work to do.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry V
I’ve been given an interesting little thing to call my own. Plant Genetic Specialist Ira Ocala left the small plant for me at my door. I wouldn’t have noticed it if not for the flashing tag on it. Specialist Ocala has an odd sense of humor- and it is not an amusing one. The gift was an apology for the incident involving a plant acid on my gloves.
I received a minor wound and a rash, which still itches and will scar. I was granted a ‘meeting’ with Specialist Ocala and needless to say he isn’t without a tremor when we speak.
The plant is called Goldthorn and aptly named. It’s a beautiful weed, subtle in its presence and requires little care. A very convenient companion to communicate with this Goldthorn is- I will have to thank Specialist Ocala.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry VI
Most recently, Corduroy’s Dispute with the Science Division has come to light. Seems Corduroy was once one of the many scientists in the Sedentary Plant Division. That was until Administrator Cyrus signed on and took a liking to him. Corduroy, still new to the ship, was promoted and became bound to Administrator Cyrus without question or qualm.
Today I was sent to discipline two scientists from the Division as they had planted a mild plant toxin in Corduroy’s quarters. Needless to say this was seen as an act of treason as Corduroy is seen as an officer of the Administratum. The Administratum ordered their immediate removal from the ship. However, Administrator Cyrus is too kind hearted and put in a plea as ‘simply a prank.’ The Administratum made an inquiry and found it more logical to simply punish the two scientists.
I’m a bit tired at the moment. I’ve been spending my breaks with assigned tasks and have found little time to rest or eat. Even now, I must go, as my presence is needed in the Carnivorous Plant Containment Unit.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry VII
Break-ins, of all things, have been occurring. Small things, mostly weaponry and thrones have been disappearing. The doors obviously opened with force or with hack code. And most infuriating of all, I have found not a single clue, not a hint or a trace, of the culprit. Even in meditation I have found nothing of note.
For now, I have amended to carry my important possessions with me and have requested a majority of the staff to do so as well. After all, when Secondary Navigator Fennel Luger began an inquisition of his very own on every member of the pilot crew, Administrator Cyrus found it highly inappropriate. The Lugar Incident ended with the damaging of several of the weaponry controls and the placement of Lugar in the Brig.
Emperor Protect the fool who I catch stealing. He’ll beg for an end once I get my hands on him.
Amendment: Fennel Luger was sentenced, by the Administratum, to serve as a laborer. He has had all promotions and advancements stripped. He has been blocked from any kind of advancement in the hierarchy of the Xenos Flauronica.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry VIII
Paradise Kiss docked today. Run by a thin, pale young man with skin dyed a vibrant red; this ship is our most common contact and resource. Administrator Cyrus and Shipmaster Porous both require attendants to be alongside them. Shipmaster Porous has Delga, the astropath, and Administrator Cyrus has myself- simply and surely it’s a standoff with tea. I’m of firm belief that both men would try to kill one another if given the chance.
Delga grinned smugly as Shipmaster Porous spoke cheerfully about the latest shipment and carefully wheedled information out of Administrator Cyrus. Administrator Cyrus, however, kept his facts mostly incorrect and eschewed- honestly I can say I had to fight my own amusement. That was of course, until I felt Delga pressing lightly on my mind.
it was easy enough for me to push him off- Delga was new to his ship, their last astropath having met a horrific death being split into several pieces by the warp itself as she had attempted to decode too many messages at one. Delga was curious and I was annoyed- a quick warning was all he needed and his smug smile faded quite a bit.
From this shipment and trade we’ve earned ten new servitors, four new scientists, and our usual shipment of supplies. The servitors have been programmed to jobs where they’d gather no data, for precautions sake.
Amendment: We have kept only two of the ten servitors. Seems several of them were in severe need of repair and our Tech Priests would rather disassemble and use them for the good of the ship. Administrator Cyrus allowed this transition.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry IX
Several new plants were brought aboard today. Two carnivorous, one aggressive, and three which seems content to simply sit still and look pretty, each division is now preoccupied with something to do.
This includes the servitors, the two Sister Hospitalar, and the medicae - as three of the ship’s crew were killed simply bringing the oversized aggressive plant onboard. For one of them the death was slow, the other two killed instantly. Needless to say the Medicae was pleased as now he had something more in depth to do, though the Sister Hospitalar are rather displeased to have someone die on their tables yet again.
All bodies were jettisoned into the stars as those who work in the bay are rarely killed.
Amendment: Bay Hauler Jaen Yates, age 37- died of decapitation. Bay Loader Eliza Graze, age 52- died of corrosive bleeding via plant poison. Scientist Hale Bema, age 77- died of crushed skull.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry X
Strange sounds have been reported in the bay. Murmurs, whispers, and the occasional shout have been heard near the closets of the loading bay. No one has been near them, excluding the servitors- as it’s their jobs to keep those closets in order. I believe the thief, whom is still at large, has made their nest there and I intend on catching them- at the risk of losing my sanctioning blade.
The possession I care the most about and here I am letting it be stolen for the sake of catching a thief. They should have hopped the Paradise Kiss when they had the chance. When I get my hands on them- they’ll know what it means to be afraid.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry XI
His name is Kale Surgit, black eyes and born on a feral planet. He’s our resident thief, scum, and he’s been pardoned by Administrator Cyrus. Much to my distaste and my protest, Kale Surgit has been pardoned without reprimand- in fact he’d been given a job on our ship as a way to make amends.
Surgit has been assigned to lead the land exploring team. Having claimed loudly, in sheer panic, that he could navigate a team through the world below- Administrator Cyrus took pity on him. Took pity of all things! I find the presence of this youth annoying. And to my misfortune, he’s taken a liking to me.
I only hope that Kale Surgit meets a painful end for the damage done to my sanctioning blade.
Amendment: My sanctioning blade is without damage, it only took several hours of sharpening and cleaning.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry XII
Surgit has been successful in keeping his team of seven alive for three circulations now. It’s impressive to say the least, though I don’t care for him constantly coming to me to tell me about his adventures. He’s annoying and I could do with him not being around.
His latest excursion managed to recover an interesting little plant. It seems content to sit about and do nothing. The good kind of plant, though it had to stay in the labs. Surgit caught me there, doing my rounds as usual, and began telling me about the work and showing off his new scar. He’s so proud of that little wound.
Back to the plant, it’s small and seems as if it’s covered in fur. Having been deemed a safe plant it sits on the many work tables and has yet to be named. It has almost a blue tint to it, though the fur still seems brown- it’s soft and though a bit prickly to the touch. I’ll check back on it later.
Amendment: The plant has been named Gruat, a horrible slang word from the feral worlds for a dried blood.
+ The Emperor Protects + Entry XIII
Today there were thirteen deaths, twelve in intensive units, and fifteen in the infirmary recovering cleanly thanks to the vigorous efforts of the Sister Hospitalar. All this because of The Chef Special.
Allow me to explain. The kitchen is an area managed completely by the servitors and the head chef, Louis Narsis. The cafeteria is maintained by servitors and used by all the staff, even Administrator Cyrus. Hence why the cafeteria is decorated with the docile plants, mostly ferns and some blooming plants- helping give it a natural glow and make it feel more comfortable. Which is why the Gruat was placed in the center and well taken care of- it was harmless. Or so we believed.
The Gruat’s ‘fur’ turned out to be more than a simple decoration. They were spores, poisonous and deadly- no taste, no scent, and invisible when not in mass. The plant released them during preparation hour and into the Chef Special.
Forty members of the crew were exposed to the spores before the first two fell to the floor and began convulsing. This began a panic and before anyone could assess the situation the cafeteria was closed. Everyone, including myself, was ordered to the infirmary.
Simple to say, I hadn’t been eating- I was on patrol and after a scan was cleared. Only to be immediately recruited into helping the Sisters Hospitalar and the Medicae. Under my watch only four died out of my ten, three in the intensive unit, and the final three in recovery and doing well.
The Gruat was put into a containment unit in the science lab. The science division was also given samples of the spores from the destroyed tissue of the fallen victims.
Amendment: Of the forty the final toll is eighteen deceased and twenty-two survivors. The survivors are expected to return to active duty in a weeks’ time. Until then work has come to a near halt. The Administratum sends only its best wishes and has extended the due dates for the latest reports. Also we will be receiving a ten new crew members, as per Administratum regulation, our particular vessel must have a set crew number of one hundred and eighty two.
The deceased have all been prepared for shipment as per their family’s wishes.
Dock Technician Oran Badge, age 20- died of poisoning. Field Technician Talon Ellisan- died of stomach rupture. Bay Porter Tybalt Vern, age 37- died of severe tissue damage to the heart, liver, and lungs. Third Navigator Thebe Zee, age 38- died of lung fluid and asphyxiation. Tech Priest Quali Fernus, age 29- died of melted heart. Head Chef Louis Narsis, age 65- died of severe stomach damage. Trooper Finial Shanks, age 22- died of heart and lung implosion. Archivist Magnus Frayne, age 40- died of internal bleeding. Trooper Pris Zukav, age 18- died of previously noted cancer and of severe stomach deterioration. Priest Wolfe Scythia, age 45- died of asphyxiation. Novice Drusilla Midkiff, age 21- died of asphyxiation. Guard Frag Grim, age 37- died of stomach liquidation. Armsman Jarr Ziapatra, age 42- died of organ displacement and asphyxiation. Arbitrator Tricia Skive, age 33- died of heart failure. Nighthawk Jemadar Severine, age 39- died of toxin overdose and asphyxiation. Novice Khan Uriel, age 18- died of heart failure. Sergeant Odessa Yarni, age 37- died of asphyxiation. Cutter Atellus Mongrel, age 29- died of heart, lung, and liver failure.