<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7203299#msg7203299">Quote from: Tackyhillbilly on 10-11-2012, 19:36:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Callidon's hands jumped at the sound. He knew the man was coming, of course. Guardsman who weren't observant tended to end up dead. But speaking to him... that was unexpected. Most people just tried to ignore his existence. He looked down, quickly reassembling the Las Gun, before standing.<br/><br/>"Conscript Callidon, formerly of the Second Terthian Legion, currently unassigned, Sir!"<br/><br/>He sat down easily, watching the other people enter the room, staying quiet even when the Voice Recognition activated. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. He jittered slightly as people came in, seemingly comforted by the touch of his weapons.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The hooded man gave an approving nod.  He stood when the soldier did, and nodded again.  “I see you are attentive to the ritual care of your sidearm, Conscript Callidon.  It will surely serve you well.  Should you require assistance with it, it will be a pleasure to provide.  I am identified as Regis.”<br/><br/>Positive reinforcement for proper appeasement of the machine spirits was as important—Regis’s instructor’s had taught him—as the care itself.   The second maintained a machine.  The first maintained a society that included machines.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7201708#msg7201708">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 10-11-2012, 08:20:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She takes a quick look around as she opens the door before stepping inside. She smiles at the man and makes a (somewhat crude) sign of the machine god at the priest as she sits. She gives the cyber mastiff a wary look before turning her attention to the data pad and asking <strong>"Do either of you know what this is about?"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Under the green-hood, the tech priest’s flesh brow furrowed at the question.  The spirit of the data slate fulfilled its function before he could speak up, powering on and displaying the aguilla.  He responded simply, “Societies as are complex as any machine.  We have been selected to participate in maintenance.”<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7207487#msg7207487">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 11-11-2012, 14:45:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"sorry I'm late, something came up. I do hope I haven't missed anything important." he said surveying the room.  He counted a few guardsmen what looked like an adept, and some sort of techie holding a quite vicious looking mechanical canid.   "cute puppy" he said nodding at the cybermastif. "what's his name? Sparky?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Chromed ears perked up as he was identified.  The cybermastif regarded Drake with an almost friendly gaze.<br/><br/>Regis was vaguely displeased by the ruffian’s flippancy with regard to his charge, but it didn’t seem efficient at this time to permit himself to be goaded.   “Unit twenty-three also responds to Dieter.  How are you identified?”<br/><br/>The tech priest steepled his fingers and studied the display carefully, then nodded.  “I am identified as Regis.  Deiter and I approve of this assignment and willingly comply.”<br/><br/>He drew out his own data slate and took a few notes—using Mechanicus cyphers.<br/>“A question of procedure, Investigator Thebes.  What roll does Enforcer Isadora Legia serve?  The designation of ‘contact’ might suggest someone to request further information from, or alternatively imply one to report too with results or in seeking authorization from higher political entities.”<br/>