Editing Hangover Mechanicus (section)

==Chapter 2==
“I cannot believe this! You do realize this is all your fault, right? We are both going to die because of you, Vyrius!”
 
Kanisias was furious. The Adeptus Mechanicus was only out on this grimy little station to refuel and resupply before they followed up rumors of an STC on the nearby planet of Stragis VII. Kan had allowed his so-called friend to talk him into a few drinks to pass the downtime and a few turned into many turned into way too many turned into enough to fell a Space Wolf if the remnants of their actions from last night were any indicator.
 
“I mean, seriously! This is quite literally the exact thing the Cult warns against!”
 
“I’m fairly certain that the Cult is kinda vague on the matters of bedding a Sororita.” Vyrius smirked. Or at least he would if he still had enough of a face left to smirk with.
 
“You gave into the weakness of your flesh! That is everything we stand against!” Kanisias fumed right back at him.
 
“It sounds to me as if someone is jealous.”
 
“How can I be jealous?! I was there!”
 
“Yeah, but you just sat there. And…watched. It was actually incredibly creepy.”
 
“I did n-wait, how do you know what happened last night?”
 
Vyrius patted his servo skull lovingly. “All knowledge is to be preserved, right?”
 
“You didn’t.”
 
“I did.”
 
“And?”
 
“And what?”
 
“And why did I wake up chained to you in nary but the implants the Omnissiah blessed me with and naught but a power sword to keep our wires from crossing?!”
 
“Oh, that. Well apparently Nisania-”
 
“Nisania?” Kanisias arched an eyebrow.
 
Vyrius crossed his arms. “That’s her name, Kanny. You would have learned it for yourself if you didn’t run out of the room like a guardsman without a commissar.”
 
“Nevermind that, just get on with it.”
 
“Right. Well Nisania wanted to put on a, err, ‘show’ for us.”
 
“And what does that have to with being handcuffed?”
 
“She apparently thought it would be more interesting for all involved that way.”
 
“…”
 
“…”
 
“You do realize that your soul probably belongs to Slaanesh now, right?”
 
“But it was a Sister! It’s not heresy if it’s with the Daughters of the Emperor.”
 
“I’m not sure that’s how it works, Vyr.”
 
“I’m telling you, friend. None purer.”
 
“There was nothing pure about last night. You hear me? Nothing.”
 
“Well well have plenty of time to ask the Sororitas what their doctrines say about that sort of thing soon enough.”  
 
“What are you saying, Vyrius?” Kanisias grabbed Vyrius by the front of his robes. “Please don’t say what I think you’re saying!”  
 
Vyrius scratched the back his head and offered his hands up in an apologetic shrug. “The Adepta Sororitas has officially sanctioned the aid of the Adeptus Mechanicus in their efforts in the region.”
 
Kanisias groaned and buried his face in his palm. “And this doesn’t happen to have anything to do with last night’s little misadventure, does it?”
 
“They are directly related.” Vyrius beamed as much as his face would let him.
 
This was supposed to be an easy task. Just drop down on some backwater warphole and let the servitors dig through the muck for a few weeks and then return to the nearest Forge World with their findings, which would most likely be nothing. But now they had been Shanghaied into the service of the Adepta Sororitas thanks to the implacable appetites of Vyrius. Even now they were gearing up to aid the Orders Militant in their purge of some Chaos cult or Ork WAAAAGH or any other form of religious suicide those crazy women sought out so eagerly. Kanisias wondered how much pressure was put on Magos Rorkhan to force him to agree to this. He was broken from his reverie by a slap on his back.
 
“Cheer up Kanny! If things look bad, we can always defect.” He patted his servo skull once more. “I’m sure the footage in this little guy will fetch a pretty penny in the right market!”
 
Kanisias groaned anew “You will be the death of all of us, you hear me?”
 
“I would say you were overreacting again, but I think you might actually be right this time…”
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“Why are we leaving so early? I thought we had another two days on this scrapheap.”
 
“What’s with all the tanks?”
 
“I can’t find my good robes!”
 
Just as Vyrius and Kanisias had returned, the Adeptus Mechanicus hangar bay was in absolute bedlam. Techpriests rushed to and fro, frantically trying to get their cruiser, the Might of Knowledge, ready for departure. It wasn’t until Magos Explorator Rorkhan’s voice boomed over the vox caster that some semblance of order was achieved.
 
“Calm down, everyone!” The magos boomed. “It is with utmost pride and overabundant joy that I am bound to inform that our most noble allies the Ecclesiarchy have called upon the Adeptus Mechanicus to aid them in their ongoing quest to keep humanity strong in the name of the Emperor.” Sarcasm dripped from every word. “The Adepta Sororitas have requisitioned our assistance with their efforts on the planet of Korlov IV.”
 
The hangar fell silent as all present digested the news. Finally, one techpriest spoke up.
 
“Did you tell them this is an Explorator vessel?”
 
“Yes” Rorkhan responded.
 
“Did you tell them we only have a handful of skiitari to our name?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Did you tell them that we had our own duties in this sector?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Then what the warp is this all about?!”
 
“Your guess is as good as mine. The Sister Superior was very insistent.” The emphasis on ‘very’ sent a shiver down Vyrius’ spine. “She refused to give me details as to why or even what we were doing. On the bright side, she did offer us her order’s might as repayment when it comes time to search for the Standard Template Construct on Stragis VII. Provided we are still alive by then.”
 
At this announcement, the techpriests returned to their duties, now brimming with subdued rage.
 
“So it’s a suicide mission. Great. Just great.”
 
“I’m too augmented to die!”
 
“‘Emperor protects’ my metal ass. That withered fool and his bolter bitches are going to get us all killed.”
 
Kanisias glared at Vyrius as they gathered their things for departure.
 
“I hope you’re happy, Vyr, this is all your fault.”
 
“Hey now, you were there too.”
 
“I just watched, remember?”
 
“Yeah, but you didn’t stop me. Besides, this isn’t ALL bad, you know.”
 
“Oh really? Tell me in which way this is whole mess is remotely good. Please, make it good.”
 
“Sisters love battle. It’s in their name. All we gotta do is keep our heads down, let them do their purge-y bit and or grind themselves to dust against impossible odds like those crazy zealots are wont to do and wait for the astartes to show up and do the same damn thing. And then, assuming either of us are still alive, they’ll come with us to Stragis VII, meaning more meatshields to hide behind.”
 
“It’s an archaeological expedition! We aren’t going to need meatshields!”
 
“Oh please, Kanny, when was the last time we uncovered some archeotech and it didn’t come with a free side of necrons, orks, cultists, or some other equally nasty thing that exists only to kill us? I’ll bet you a hundred thrones right here, right now that something goes horribly wrong on the expedition.”
 
“You're on. Not that it’ll matter when we’re all dead.”
 
Before Vyrius could respond, they had wandered into a fellow techpriest, one Angelkus Demonas, gossiping about the latest developments.
 
“Hey Kan, Vyr. You guys hear the news? Total grox shit, am I right?”
 
“Without a doubt. And you have Archos Magos Badtouchitus over here to thank for that.” Kanisias seethed, pointing a baleful dendrite at Vyrius.
 
“What does Vyrius have to do with the Adepta-you didn’t…”
 
“He did.” Kanisias affirmed.
 
“You didn’t!” She repeated, dumbfounded.
 
“I did.” Vyrius proudly confirmed.
 
“Did what?” Another techpriest joined in the conversation.
 
“A Sister of Battle.” Kanisias explained.
 
“A Sister of Battle?” he repeated curiously
 
“A Sister of Battle.” Vyrius once again confirmed just as proudly as before.
 
“I can see it.” the newcomer said with a shrug
 
“What?!” it was Kanisias’ turn to be dumbfounded.
 
“Sure. It’s all in the muscles. The appeal of solid, well built machine combined with the sensuous, supple taboo of the flesh. It’s the best of both worlds.”
 
“Thank you, Kraimos. At least someone gets it.” Vyrius proclaimed with an emphatic nod in Kraimos’ direction.
 
“I think you’re both crazy. Anyways, shouldn’t we be packing up to join up with the other crazies and their suicidal death march now?”
 
Agreeing with Angelkus, the quartet went their separate ways to put the final touches on preparing the Might of Knowledge for its premature exodus.