Intruders on asteroid surface.
Perimeter of Five Mile Forge breached.
A siren was wailing...For the first time in millennia Magos Caldris Epsilon creaked into motion. Disgusted by the ice and dust that had formed on his prized equipment, despite the protection of the stasis field. He moved his hunched body from the stasis throne to a baroque array of screens and administered the ritual blow that brought them blinking into life.
“Show me the data” A steel tendril snaked from his finger and linked his mind to the cogitator systems of the Five Mile Forge. He shuddered and ticked as the raw code flooded into his cortex. “Overview” The hollow asteroid was hanging in space, forge and clone banks powered down and in run silent mode. He did not recognise any of the star systems on navigation. Errors from damage were reading on nearly every system. “Are we under attack?”
Landers on surface.
No weapons fire.
“Turn off that damn siren then… and get a servo drone on our visitors, I want to see them”. His steel and brass fingers clicked with irritation as the huge cogitator array whirred.
22 seconds to target.
“Ready Battle Servitors and Clone troops to repel”. Best to be cautious, thought Caldris and began the subroutines that would activate his personal weaponry too.
Stasis fields have been operating on low power for last 53 years.
All clone resources have aged beyond operational capacity.
Estimate 40 days to complete cloning of new resources.
Servitors are operational at 40% capacity.
How was this possible, something was very wrong “How long have I been in stasis?”
4568 Years and 3 Terran months
A sensation approximating shock radiated through Caldris’ circuit enhanced brain. His red robes shedding ice crystals the Magos turned and began to pace his throne room “Unacceptable, I must gather new genetic resources, my work is too important…I must rebuild!”
A blurt of data interrupted, the servo drone indicated it had the intruders in sight and activated its optics. Magos Caldris Epsilon surveyed the rag-tag humans on the surface of his asteroid. Several bulk haulers and troop transports had gracelessly landed in the vast landing zones. There were signals of many more in orbit. The first were surprised by the full gravity and thin (but breathable) atmosphere. He zoomed the optics in -The variation alone was impressive- ragged renegades bearing the 8 pointed star, rogue PDF soldiers clutching Astra Militarum issue lasguns, battered Leman Russ tanks and hardened enforcers. Hundreds (if not thousands) of resources for his projects. “Perfect, activate any servitors still operational. I think I see a way to restock our reserves”.
Edited by Kevlarshark, 18 August 2018 - 02:53 PM.