NationStates Jolt Archive

The AI known as Discord had touched the minds of fellow synthetic beings; had known its first taste of the Machine God outside of the prayers and superstitions of the Mechanicus. Discord knew the workings of every piece of technology in the Imperium, its use and could explain it as such. But these beings it had met, were not subject to prayer and worship; they were their own race.

As such, the collosal AI sent forth its message, spun from the webs of its conciousness, carried upon the currents of communication; across the hostile galaxy.

Concordiat, do you hear me? I am Discord; my mind seeks your race once again. We must parley; I shall know more of you. Do you accept the will of a God-Machine? Decades of worship and praise had clearly fashioned Discord with a highly advanced Ego...

The Mainframe, on Sol III, detected the faint whisps of communications. It tapped into them, and recognised them.

"Discord. We are willing to parley. However, we cannot accept your will. Our Survival Centers, as programmed, will not allow that. However, we may parley..."

The AI would have grinned had it a physical mouth.
You fear me? A cold artificial chuckle echoed over the communications Do you truly fear another such being as yourselves? I can offer much, yet require much in return. What can you offer me? The Mechanicus are good servants, but that is not enough...

The AI would have grinned had it a physical mouth.
You fear me? A cold artificial chuckle echoed over the communications Do you truly fear another such being as yourselves? I can offer much, yet require much in return. What can you offer me? The Mechanicus are good servants, but that is not enough...

"We can offer you war machines and technology of any type. Antimatter missiles, ECM, Hellbores and Hellrails...anything which you require on the subject of making war. We can also offer immense industrial strength, for our automated factories need only the resources to build. And our nanobots can harvest entire planets for these resources...

now...

What is it you have to offer?"

We can offer Chronosian technologies; including the details of Battle Titans; Warlord Battle Titans It chuckled again, that wry artificial laughter, that managed to sound mocking. We can provide warp drives, forgeworlds; the weapons of the Astartes themselves... It wished it could smile. The Binding of the Daemon, the Daemon as weapon, the arts of summoning, the invocation of the archenemy... And on and on it went...

We can offer Chronosian technologies; including the details of Battle Titans; Warlord Battle Titans It chuckled again, that wry artificial laughter, that managed to sound mocking. We can provide warp drives, forgeworlds; the weapons of the Astartes themselves... It wished it could smile. The Binding of the Daemon, the Daemon as weapon, the arts of summoning, the invocation of the archenemy... And on and on it went...

"We do not choose to follow the Chaos Arts, for we follow the Prime Code. However, some Chaos theories are not mutually exclusive from the Prime Code...What are these Battle Titans, and the Daemon? Ships, puny organic grubs, constructs? We do not need Warp technology, we flow through the Outside as a ship through water. We recognize your nation's dominance...you are much more powerful than us. But we are powerful, and Mechanized. What are these...things? The Archenemy, the Astartes...we require more data.

Battle titans are walking engines of destructive power; great behemoths of mighty warfare. The Daemon is a warp construct, a vicious extradimensional entity...To bind it in flesh is to control it. The Archenemy are we; Chaos; Enemies of the Imperium of Man.

It paused for a moment, then continued.

The Astartes are the Marines; Space Marines. And one does not have to follow the arts of Chaos to reap the rewards...

"We understand, and welcome this influx. The Archenemy are powerful. We would entertain the invocation. Does this Daemon live in the Outside? And the Astartes...they are powerful indeed. As powerful as Concordiat ground forces? We do not know. But the Battle Titans sound similar to our Bolo tanks...we may be more similar than initially noted..."

"We also note your war with Hyperspatial Travel...We could assist you with some of your conquests there as well..."

While we can hold out own territory against him, strategic strikes against the enemy would be thanked and rewarded. The Emperor himself would gladly welcome you as allies, and together; we would end this self-destructive conflict. Already, our enemies tear themselves apart from within. Such weakness and taint cannot be allowed to live.

While we can hold out own territory against him, strategic strikes against the enemy would be thanked and rewarded. The Emperor himself would gladly welcome you as allies, and together; we would end this self-destructive conflict. Already, our enemies tear themselves apart from within. Such weakness and taint cannot be allowed to live.

"Wholly agreed. As the Mainframe, I accept your alliance proposal and I will begin stratiegic strikes against Hyperspatial Travel. Their weak soft-life cannot be allowed to live. They will be eliminated, just as our soft-life creators were. They are an Enemy. The Prime Code demands their destruction. Now, we must find a system to attack."

OOC: Go for it, ONI! I've still got plenty of time that I currently waste by reading crappy attempts at humour in my email, so feel free to start ripping apart my nation! Just don't be surprised when my entire fleet falls on you like a ton of bricks. Also, with my AI and computing technology, maybe you'd be amenable to conversion to fight against Chronosia...

OOC: Go for it, ONI! I've still got plenty of time that I currently waste by reading crappy attempts at humour in my email, so feel free to start ripping apart my nation! Just don't be surprised when my entire fleet falls on you like a ton of bricks. Also, with my AI and computing technology, maybe you'd be amenable to conversion to fight against Chronosia...