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Cloaked, Redacted, Shaded [what are they hiding] Only one has authority to deny [should we ask] ----- "These are promising candidates, only 15% failure rate for the physical conditioning. I predict 25 to 50% casualty rate if we throw them into the greenzone survival exercises next week."
"Screen out the most likely to die during the preparatory training, I want the projected casualty rate down to 15% if possible. What's the status of the first suit prototypes?"
"Two ready for testing, Director, the components were distributed among all the artificers we have on staff to expedite production, quality will be dependent on how consistently compatible the work is. The next wave of prototypes is currently in planning, we simply await the results of testing."
"Have our resident Honourguards test the prototypes, they are NOT to attempt anything outside of the exact testing procedure, we can't afford to wait for the candidates to graduate before we test the armour but I will not be telling the Emperor we let a couple of his men kill themselves during testing." ----- "Sir, the Curator is requesting an audience."
"I know, I was expecting this, someone tried peaking at things beyond their paygrade"
Flickering lights danced across his vision, bestial laugher echoed around the trees as he shifted his stance and wreathed his blade in arcane flames. He relished the flow of energy around him, the whispered secrets it told him of the things moving nearby, he had learned to listen in the first couple nights; there was a spark in everything, it was just a matter of being in tune with your surroundings.
The Flash Hound leapt towards him, brilliantly lit up in a rainbow of colour, but he was ready with his knife already coming up to meet the predator's jaws. Luminescent blood splashed on his tusks as he watched the light fade from the hound's eyes. A roar of challenge erupted from his throat as he turned to the other lupine forms slinking through the undergrowth, adrenaline further stoking the flames of exhilaration. He was Alive. ----- "Status update on the candidates"
"Vitals mostly steady on most, we've lost five, a few are showing signs of injury or illness, a couple seem to be thriving though."
"Order the injured and ill to rendezvous at extraction, they'll have failed but will still be alive. Keep an eye on the ones that are doing especially well." ----- "Before you say anything, proxy, no I will not be giving access to the files, that project is not ready for your attentions as of yet."
The remote operated automaton stood there in front of him, a stripped down skeletal mirror of sorts, an uncanny thing but he supposed it was much the same for when an organic looked upon his own visage.
"You lack perspective, lack trust, why deny, we have millennia's worth of data, will you tell us soon, GIV- no."
Several different voices forced to speak in sequence rather than simultaneously, Velmenni looked the proxy in the eyes, the curator was correct, but he wanted the researchers to work on their own for some time longer.
"Yes, you have data from thousands of years of history, but I want this project to make something completely new, not just a synthesis of what is old. And your own perspectives can't be allowed to be tainted by the ongoing development. When you are brought in to the project, you have to be fresh as well."
The automaton stood there for several seconds as the curator deliberated with itself, the only response was a nod and then it turned to stride out of the meeting chamber. The emperor sighed and sat back against his throne, waving in the next group that wished to speak with him.
"Two candidates from the current group of recruits remain viable, we will need more recruits. Fortunately, 90% of the dropouts survived, and we'll be better able to keep future waves from suffering casualties."
"What of the results of the testing of the armour?"
"The Emperor's hand reported everything worked fine, said it was like 'a second, very well crafted, skin'."
"Begin the process of augmenting the two remaining candidates, send the recruiting agents out for more trainees."
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He gritted his teeth as he laid upon the operating table, bare as the day he was born. The dozen needles of the artificers worked over his skin, leaving burning arcana in their wake. They left him awake for this round, but they had mercifully knocked him out when they engraved his bones with sigils. He wasn't sure how many others had made it to this point, but it was apparent to him that this project was something beyond anything else the military was working on, nobody had ever gotten enchantments on their body directly, it was too expensive.
Now, these madmen were pouring enough funds to purchase an entire corvette into one man, Almost like one of those precious Shrikes. He cracked a smile, the attendant swatted his brow with a pen. "Stay still."
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Director Nacht looked over the suit of powered armour in front of him, the design held many references to the knights of old, he quite liked it. The sigils the artificers carved into every part held a dim blue glow, the same colour as the crystals housed in the backpack unit. Soon, he thought, soon he would see it in action. The basic testing with the Emperor's guard was kiddie steps compared with what he was expecting when it was paired with a soldier who was trained- no, made to wear it. Just another week and the final touches would be finished on both the armour and the candidate, at least as far as the preparation work. More time after they were given the armour would be necessary, retraining, and further instruction in magic.
"Michael, the first candidate is proceeding a little ahead of schedule, we were expecting more, so we have more artificers working on him than projected. The other candidate had to be discharged, allergic reaction to the solution the artificers are using for their sigils."
"Unfortunate, unexpected, but not impossible to work around, we'll have another batch of candidates shortly."
