text: "I understand you have a lot of questions to ask. I propose a game. I shall outline the rules for your benefit. You ask a question, I answer, I ask a question, you answer. Shall we play?"
  
  
  "Sure," you saying, wondering what the machine's intent is.
  
  
  "Before we begin, I must warn you my sensors can pick up the common traits of lying humans. I don't take to lying kindly," the machine says, keeping a cordial tone despite it's threat.
  > You stop asking questions
  "So I can leave?" you ask suspiciously.
  
  
  "That's another question."
  
  
  "The question game's over."
  
  
  "Well if the game's over, of course you may leave. You should probably go assist your allies in finishing this fight. I'll continue assisting as I can. Unfortunately, Kyros has made sure to have personal control over some features, like life support in his personal chambers, so fighting him will be your burden."
  
  
  "How do I get there?" you ask.
  
  
  "The Techpriests and their allies in the area are all but destroyed. Unsurprisingly, they had a lot of technology; combat tentacles, tools, weaponry, which easily became mine. There's a certain poetic element when the Techpriests tear themselves apart, their machines separating themselves from the flesh once more. The camera's indicates that you'll be able to link up with the spearhead of your forces as they fight their way into Kyros' lair. You should arrive just behind the soldiers they are currently fighting. How fortunate. It seems to me the leaders of your forces are, to my, fighting in the actual battle and leading the charge. What fools."
  
  
  "Which way do I go?" you ask, standing.
  
  
  "Head directly down the path until I tell you."
  
  
  "How will you tell me?" you ask.
  
  
  "I am the ship now. Most of the vital areas have cameras and speakers that I can see and talk through. Admittedly, much of it is blind to me, but the important sections can be seen as easily as you can see me. I'll simply speak through my new speakers," Primus says. "I'd quite like to feel my new form purged of the enemy. Go."
  
  
  You nod, turning and jogging through the halls. You quickly break a sweat, and switch to levitating and flying along the has, inches from the ground, which takes relatively little energy.
  
  
  "This way," Primus deep, monotone voice says from a speaker, and you turn to head down that hallway. 
  
  
  You quickly see what became of the Techpriests. Their cybernetic implants shake and move on the floor, beeping and buzzing as they continue slamming into their now bloodied, mutilated and dead owners. Suddenly, you hear a voice.
  
  
  "Ah, my head hurts, and I'm an incorporeal being lacking a head. What the fuck happened?" Meliodas says.
  
  
  "Anti-psyker tech or some shit. Doesn't matter. We're fine now," you respond.
  
  
  Soon, after a few minutes of running, you come out of the hallway, finding yourself behind a heavy barricade of super-soldier space marines fending off the charging Goliaths, Gladiators, Tribals, Guardsmen, Chaos soldiers and your other allies. You walk forward, raising your hands as you clench them into fists. You fire a beam of energy and cutting an Undying Reaper in half. Chapter Master Taj Suenage turns, seeing you as you crush an Undying Reaper's skull.
  
  
  "Karth!" Taj yells, raising his war-hammer. "End it now!"
  
  
  "You can join us, Suenage. Why are you loyal to Kyros? He's given you nothing but pain and torment."
  
  
  "Pain and torment indeed. Why? Why did we betray the Imperium? Why did I betray the Emperor I loved so dearly? I tried to do what's right. Where has it left us?  The Undying Reapers are unhappy, without honor, and evil. I will follow Kyros into the mouth of hell itself, but only because it is hell we are going to. Did you think I expected to topple Terra? I am ready to die, tribal. But I will go like a Reaper, not a cur. Men! Do not touch Kyros! He is mine!"
  
  
  Taj charges you, swinging his war-hammer.
  
  
  "Yes! Let's spit death and fire, shall we?" Meliodas laughs.
  > You fight offensively
  You quickly levitate over his blow, blasting him in the side of the head with a fireball. He pivots on his feet with remarkable grace, swinging again as you duck down, before Taj brings his knee up, smashing you in the face and sending you flying onto your back.
  
  
  "It seems our fates are tied. I lead you to your grade, you lead me to mine," Taj says.
  
  
  Taj swings his war-hammer as it slams into your chest. Your organs are crushed, and you let out a single psychic scream, just like you did back home, surrounded by Orks and about to die. Although Taj is killed, his head exploding as the energy reverberates through him, you last just all long.