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	I used to hear stories from the traders about other places, places where the Plasma lights didn't work and the environmental systems were so cold, people had to live over vents to the engine cores to stop themselves freezing. Places where you couldn't even see the ceiling and where it rained water instead of oil and forgeash. Some even said there was places where you could see outside the ship. Look out of the inky black and see things they called stars.		I used to hear stories from the traders about other places, places where the Plasma lights didn't work and the environmental systems were so cold, people had to live over vents to the engine cores to stop themselves freezing. Places where you couldn't even see the ceiling and where it rained water instead of oil and forgeash. Some even said there was places where you could see outside the ship. Look out of the inky black and see things they called stars.

	The preachers told us not to listen to those folks. Said they was crazy. There ~~aint~~ nothing outside the ship. How could there be.		The preachers told us not to listen to those folks. Said they was crazy. There ain't nothing outside the ship. How could there be.

	Then the Guard came calling and I learnt better.		Then the Guard came calling and I learnt better.

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	They were looking for fighting men and Emperor bless me, I volunteered. People don't usually come back from a stint in the Guard, but I had a head on my shoulders that yearned for travel, and a brain too young and dumb to realise that was a bad idea, so I signed my cross on the sheet they gave me and got me a uniform in return.		They were looking for fighting men and Emperor bless me, I volunteered. People don't usually come back from a stint in the Guard, but I had a head on my shoulders that yearned for travel, and a brain too young and dumb to realise that was a bad idea, so I signed my cross on the sheet they gave me and got me a uniform in return.

	I got travel as well. God-Emperor did I. They took us in airships across the Rust Dunes, gathering men all the way, from habs like Outlet-35, Irongate, Rifttown and a dozen I hadn't even of. They said we was mustering for a crusade in Sector-585. That didn't mean much to me but I was damn sure the newly formed 56th RustCrawler Rifles would kick ass when we got there, even if it took us a year to haul our green behinds to the fight.		I got travel as well. God-Emperor did I. They took us in airships across the Rust Dunes, gathering men all the way, from habs like Outlet-35, Irongate, Rifttown and a dozen I hadn't even heard of. They said we was mustering for a crusade in Sector-585. That didn't mean much to me but I was damn sure the newly formed 56th RustCrawler Rifles would kick ass when we got there, even if it took us a year to haul our green behinds to the fight.

	Which it did.		Which it did.

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	The repair teams are, of as you would expect, mostly ad-mech. There are rumors that some of the repair teams, the ones that go to the irradiated places and other such places that men can not walk, are necrons trying to start again. Ad-mech inform everyone that this is bullshit and that they are just heavily upgraded with blessings. No necrons were allowed on The Ship. The necrons also agree to this story.		The repair teams are, of as you would expect, mostly ad-mech. There are rumors that some of the repair teams, the ones that go to the irradiated places and other such places that men can not walk, are necrons trying to start again. Ad-mech inform everyone that this is bullshit and that they are just heavily upgraded with blessings. No necrons were allowed on The Ship. The necrons also agree to this story.

			The eldar inhabitants of The Ship can sing base material into existence. There are parts of the ship dedicated to the cultivation of food, be it plant, animal or fungus. These 'agri-decks' are fed by the bodies and biological waste of the crew and further bulked out with fresh matter sung up by the eldar. For the eldar it is an unglamorous but proud job for without them the ship would eventually starve.


			My job aboard the Glorious Ship is a simple one, but never the less impotent.

			Every three years, I am to report to the bridge, activate my station and say into the comm system, a system that spans the entire ship, so that every single person can hear my voice for a few brief seconds.
			I am to say how far we've come.
			It is a job that has been passed down my family for generations. My father before me had, and his father before him and so on and so forth for near twenty generations.
			Because of this my family has lived very well off, just outside the bridge in an extremely nice loft. I have a wife and three children.
			And today is my last shift, before I pass onto my oldest son the job of the Speaker.

			"Ladies in gentlemen of the Imperium of Man, we have traveled, three trillion seven hundred sixty billion nine hundred twenty million one hundred seven thousand two hundred and fifty mile light years since our voyage began."

			And with that, I step away from the microphone, power off my station and return to the Tram station where I will be taken home and greeted by the Imperial Inquisition, who will release me from my duties and have my name written into the Book of Nobility. As my father had done, and his father before him, and so on and so forth for twenty generations.


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			This was the last recorded log of Motics Talpala before his untimely death from a broken tram in the market district.

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1d4chan>LordOfED at 06:49, 19 November 2020

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	Personally, I'd stay away from Corridors 49^10 through 49^11. I hear there are bounty hunters dressed in medieval armor there, reading to cut you down just for crossing into their borders. I heard a rumor that they are in fact chaos cultists worshipping some abomination of a "God"; and that the Inquisition is preparing to launch a crusade through access hatches #13750^8 through #15888^8 - might just be a rumor, though.		Personally, I'd stay away from Corridors 49^10 through 49^11. I hear there are bounty hunters dressed in medieval armor there, reading to cut you down just for crossing into their borders. I heard a rumor that they are in fact chaos cultists worshipping some abomination of a "God"; and that the Inquisition is preparing to launch a crusade through access hatches #13750^8 through #15888^8 - might just be a rumor, though.

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			The Tau are running certain parts of the engine room. They were the only people with the technical expertise to design the reactor who were sane and willing enough to help us. Provided they don't rock the boat, so to speak, they get to come along for the ride. Just don't ask them to explain how things work. The moment they start talking the tech-priests start twitching. Turns out they wanted outs as much as the next person.

			Sadly the next person turned out to be the Eldar. To build something of such vast size and mass you need to be able to create things from nothing. As they were capable of 'singing' matter into existence they got offered the job of providing the raw material for the construction. In return they come along. They even threaded a colossal infinity circuit through the ship. Infinity circuit also works as The Ship's intercom. They are now mostly employed in the business of making spare parts for the repair teams.

			The repair teams are, of as you would expect, mostly ad-mech. There are rumors that some of the repair teams, the ones that go to the irradiated places and other such places that men can not walk, are necrons trying to start again. Ad-mech inform everyone that this is bullshit and that they are just heavily upgraded with blessings. No necrons were allowed on The Ship. The necrons also agree to this story.

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	==Part 4==		==Part 4==
			We are conceived to dream of it because it is magnificent.

			We are born to create it because it is glorious.

			We live to maintain it because it is the flesh and bone of the Omnissiah himself.

			We die to defend it because it is the culmination of all that we are.

			We are the Adeptus Mechanicus, and this is our most sacred creed.

			The Ship is All.

			The Ship Moves.


			Cistern 37.

			An empty and cavernous hold currently occupied by a small collection of traders and merchants, bartering to any wandering passengers who happen to enter their hallowed hall. The hold is in actuality a currently unused sewerage hold, and the inhabitants do not realise the peril that creeps ever nearer with each flush.

			Deserts of Rust, formed by the air systems in concentrated amounts in areas where the air grows stale.

			Tales of the Air System stirring near the vast Rust Deserts are usually tales of horror and mutliation as people recount the effects of hundreds of millions of microscopic rust particles being driven into the flesh of men, stripping flesh from bone and pitting what was left...

			The Arboretum.

			An enormous primeval wilderness region carefully designed to provide oxygen and scrub CO2 for the rest of the ship.

			The Fishermen of the 0G seas.

			What was once meant as a reserve for the aquatic life of a 1000 worlds is now a number of bubbles of water floating across the sector while men with jet packs harvest the sea's bounty.

			Foundry 560-87-G

			Where the floor IS lava and people live in cities and walkways suspended above it.

			Personally, I'd stay away from Corridors 49^10 through 49^11. I hear there are bounty hunters dressed in medieval armor there, reading to cut you down just for crossing into their borders. I heard a rumor that they are in fact chaos cultists worshipping some abomination of a "God"; and that the Inquisition is preparing to launch a crusade through access hatches #13750^8 through #15888^8 - might just be a rumor, though.

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1d4chan>LordOfED at 06:39, 19 November 2020

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	==Part 2==		==Part 2==
			(Sorry guys, it gets a lot more spread out and becomes a bit of a fucking mess after part 1. Most of these from now are just going to be from individual posts, hopping around plot points and narratives.)

			==Part 3==
			Let us ponder the Mysteries.

			What is the God-Captain?
			What is the Omnissiah?
			What is the Imperium?
			What are we, the people?
			What is the Ship?

			The God-Captain is neurally networked to the trillion trillion cogitators and servitors that permeate the length and breadth of the ship. One with the machine spirits, He is the Omnissiah. They are the mind and soul, and the body is the very decking beneath our feet. He is the Ship.

			We, the masses of humanity, souls more numerous than the fabled stars, are the Imperium. And the Imperium is the Ship.

			And so, the God-Captain, the Omnissiah, the people, and the Imperium are one, and are the Ship.

			The Ship is all.

			The ship moves.


			The bad news is that that entire Section of Bilge Deck 1643 was jettisoned into space twelve years ago, due to a nearly complete infestation of fork-tongued bloodworms.

			The only reason we can communicate at all is that even after all this time, that Section still hasn't cleared the length of the Ship. We estimate that it will go beyond sensor range in approximately twenty eight more years.

			Its not terribly surprising you didn't know, there were several hives within that never received word.

			Death by bloodworms is not pretty. I suggest facing them head on if you see them first. That way you die a nearly painless death.

			Well, that's a lie. But you will die sooner.

			This is Communion relay DU5573-A, signing out. May the Captain be with you.

			==Part 4==

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1d4chan>LordOfED at 06:21, 19 November 2020

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	The Ship Moves.		The Ship Moves.

			==Part 2==


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