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Next update for Draco.. heading to the EYe and a Chaos world... more on the Hydra... and so on...

Page 146
"Was it your impression," he asked Meh'Lindi, "that Carnelian was performing a lightning calculation as to whether we might stand any chance of still saving Stalinvast if we jumped back into normal space?"

"Huh, fat chance of saving the planet now," interrupted Grimm. "He shot our message service. Was that his idea?"

'It's my impression," said Meh'Lindi slowly, "he may have decided there was no hope whatever for Stalinvast. That we'd be too late." Her tone said that she still loathed the Harlequin man, yet she felt compelled to be accurate.
It is implied here that if Stalinvast was not already wiped out, the astorpath could still have sent a message and stopped the exterminatus in a very short period of time, giving us a very broad idea of how quick they are meant to be (Jaq is hundreds if not thousands of light years away)


Page 147-148
That cabal had created the hydra after long research in covert theological laboratories located on the frozen fringe of some barren solar system unclaimed by either the Imperium or by aliens.

Guided by the Emperor's own harsh wisdom and foresight, they had experimented on the very stuff of Chaos and upon slaves permanently immobilized in nutrient vats, and upon prisoners.

The result was a multiform entity against which normal weapons were useless.

However, the hydra's material manifestation was only the tip of the iceberg. When mature, each hydra—all part of the same hydra—would sporulate psychically, infesting human minds planet-wide, while all body traces would melt away. The hydra's psychic spores would remain dormant in human brains for untold generations, passed from parent to child.

"Our aim," Baal Firenze had explained, "is to seed the hydra on innumerable human worlds. On the majority. On all. We hope each hydra might escape detection during the period while it grows to maturity—or only be detected by riff-raff, whom no-one in power will heed. A vain hope, obviously! Yet let it be detected, let it! Nihil obstat, as we say. Eradication programmes by planetary governors or by ordinary Inquisitors will seem to succeed yet will simply enlarge the span and final influence of the hydra. Even Malleus men who aren't privy to our secret will only scatter the hydra in their zeal, and then subsequently lack all proof or comprehension of what occurred."

"Zeal short of exterminatus" Jaq had reminded the proctor.

"Agreed. If nothing remains alive on a world, why then, nothing can be controlled. I warrant there will be few such instances of exterminatus. A minuscule percentage."

Control was the watchword. The hydra would obey the thoughts of its makers. Ultimately the spores of the entity would pervade all of humanity, to which it vectored by design. Eventually the High Masters of the Ordo Hydra would activate those psychic spores. These would sprout: tiny hydras in the heads of trillions of people, all linked subtly through the medium of the warp.

Whereupon those High Masters—the self-proclaimed servants of the Emperor—could control the entire human species galaxy-wide, almost instantaneously.

Jaq had already witnessed, and Meh'Lindi had experienced, how the hydra could be used to invade the pleasure centres of the brain... The pain centres likewise.

"In chosen instances," Firenze had revealed, "the total human population of the galaxy will be compelled to function as one mighty mind. Its combined psychic power will be vast enough to scour away all alien life forms and to purge the warp of malign entities. If our Emperor's Astronomicon is a lighthouse shining through the warp, this new linked mind will be a flamethrower..."

A small cabal would control all the minds of men and women for ever more. Able to twist them, direct them, fill them with ecstasy, or torment them. But mainly: to focus them collectively, whithersoever the cabal chose.

"This," the proctor had concluded, "will be the Emperor's legacy and greatest achievement. No doubt you know he is failing—just as the Imperium is failing, slowly and haphazardly, but failing nonetheless. His Supremacy will leave behind him a cosmic creature which a group of utterly dedicated masters can operate.

"Farewell, then, to daemons when we tap all human psychic potential simultaneously. Farewell to the Powers of the warp.

"Farewell to vicious Genestealers and to sly Eldar and to quarrelsome pillaging Orks. Farewell to the ancient inscrutable Slann and the hordes of Tyranids like locusts.

"But most of all, farewell to all the excesses of

Chaos—flayed and tamed by the human multi-mind at last!"
The Hydra plan in full, at least as explained to Jaq. The Hydra cabal believe (or so they claim to Jaq) they are doing the Emperor's will, ,and that this is his plan, but this is never confirmed or denied in the series. Given what we learn later, hwoever, I consider it unlikely to be so.

What is also interesting are the parallels of the Hydra plan to the Astronomican, as this strongly implies the Emperor is already acting as a sort of pseudo-Hydra entity, at least on a smaller, less efficient scale. He;s partly linked (AStronomican, astropaths, etc) throughout the Imperium and presumably strengthened by the belief fostered by the Imperial cult, but he, unlike the Hydra, cannot Force people to believe, or to share their power with him (or he simply does not want to turn them into puppets). One may infer that the Emperor might have some qualities of the Hydra in lesser degree then (the ability to influence people on an individual who are "infected" with belief in him, at least to some degree), as well - but this would also give us an idea of what he might truly do if/when his belief strengthens too (and explain why Chaos is afraid of him) This may also be what he aims for with a psychic humanity - such a wellspring of power that he could topple Chaos once and for all.

It is also interesting that the Hydra "infections" can apparently be passed on in some form of heredity (from parent to child) this is probably some psychic "fissioning" (we know the hydra can grow/heal/repair/regrow itself, after all), but it does suggest some curious implications for other warp-based phenomena (like daemons.) OF course, we know daemons can possess people with a fraction of their power, and its often hinted that daemons of a particular Power aspect (like Khonre) are simply parts of the greater being as it is... so this may not be surprising.

Also note the "trillions" of people referenced as the populatio nof the Imperium.

Note that despite what the Hydra cabal believes, there is no real evidence that this plan would have succeeded, or even done as planned (indeed this forms a major part of the second book.)

Page 150
The Eye of Terror... That great dust-nebula hid within it dozens of hellish solar systems which witnessed no stars, but only rippling rainbow auroras forever a-dance.
The legions of those who betrayed the Emperor during the Horus Rebellion had fled to the Eye and thereafter... had mutated vilely. For the Eye was a zone where truespace and the warp actually overlapped, braiding together in nightmare distortions.
Where else could an entity composed of blended matter and immaterium really have been conceived and forged but in the Eye?
"dozens" of systems in the Eye.. this is almost certainly exaggeration though. Also note the Hydra is claimed to be partly "realspace" and partly "imateriaium" phenomenon, much like anything in the Eye itself.

Page 156

- Meh'Lindi the assassin consumes part of the Hydra in order to immunize herself against its effects. This confirms that it probably has flesh-like properties/consistency (probably a high water content, given the "protoplasmic/ectoplasmic" nature and such.). It also indicates Assassins can, with Polymorphine, be used to immunize against body-altering phenomena (chemicals and poisons, but also the hydra's ability to influence/stimulate the brain, which may suggest some limited resilience to psychic attack.)


Page 159
The Eye was five thousand light years distant from the area of truespace corresponding ot that hulk adrift in the warp. Fifteen days warp-time, as it turned out.

Meanwhile, perhaps two years would have passed by in the real universe.

Stalinvast would long have been a scorched husk, its jungles rotted utterly by the life-eater, than cremated by firegas, only the plasteel skeletons of its empty cities hovering above the barren desolation, dead reefs above a dried-out sea. Many cities would most likely have collapsed into tangled, ,fused ruins when the firegas exploded planet-wide. There would not be an atom of oxygen left in the now poisonous atmosphere; that too would have burned.
15 days (in warp) time over 5000 LY is around 120,000 C, albeit time seems to past fifty times faster in realspace as a result (for an effective speed tere of 2500c) A rather extreme bit of dilation, as IIRC frrom the earliy sources it would only have been a matter of months in most respects, not years. (the dilation difference also seems to have been toned down a bit in later editions, though this also fudges the calcs some, but not dramatically so)

Note also this one jump did not completely drain the engines either, and the ship made at least several multi thousand LY jumps, suggesting a range in the tens of thousands of light years (which meshes with other accounts like annihilation squad). Presumably pure warships have longer ranges (Hundreds of thousands of LY or more, given patrol routes and times of weeks or months)

Note that "cremating" Stalinvast suggests the surface temperatures ignited by the "firegas" would have been 1000+K, requiring at least teratons to petatons fo energy (for that) to occur, even if we assume it was highly efficient (which it wasn't) The oxygen either was consumed but the atmosphere remains, so this puts some limits (less than say, e29-e39 depending on time and inefficiencies and other variables) on the overall firepower, I think. though the oceans apparently were "removed" as in vaporized, so they probably went up into the atmosphere, assuming they didnt (in some manner) contribute to the firestorm)

We also know the Hives did not fully survive the firegas storms, though whether this was purely thermal or if there were "blast/shock" effects as well (which is likely) we aren't told. It does set an upper limit on what it takes to actually destroy a hive (but probably not too far off the mark, as they aren't vaporized or reduced to molten craters)

Page 160
Finally, as they entered the fringes of the Eye, the astronomican vanished utterly from Googol's awareness. But he had already fixed on the shadows of a dozen of the star systems that lurked within the grreat nebulosity, the imprint of the mass and enerrgy of those suns upon the shifting, bubbling warp. Fingers dancing over a console, he conjured the pattern of these images holographically.

Jaq matched these traces with a holo-chart from the records of his Ordo, as stored in the ship's brain. Periodically the Inquisition sent screened nullships bristling with sensors racing through the nebula, probeships bearing psyker adepts who could spy on the madness of those who roosted on the cursed worlds within. Even the most loyal, best trained psykers might crumble under the assault of daemonic imagery. Traitor Legionnaires could ambush such ships. OR the vessels would succumb to natural hazards. Yet some crumbs of information were retrieved.

"Holo charrts" mentioned for navigation purposes that are matched with holographic patterns that the Navigator locates/detects. This is an indication that very large masses (like stars and planets, at least) do influence the warm in some manner (even if its not in a tangible way) that is detectable - at least in the warp, and that this data can be translated into tangible imagery/data.

Logiclaly, though, all matter should influence the warp to SOME degree if planets and suns do, so everything should have an "imprint" and thus possibly be detectable. What makes it difficult is likely the turbulent nature of the warp itself - its too unpredictable to read clealry (hell thats why they need the astronomican to find PLANETS after all. IF they could precisely fix planets by these imprints in the warp, they likely would have an easier time emergging closer in-system to begin with.)

This could hint at possible means of FTL detection (although naturally its psychically based, ,so probably relies on psytkers or psyker abiliites in some way able to "read" the warp like that.) - we know powerful navigators can read the warp frfom realspacee (and vice versa) after all.


Page 162

- Jaq claims he is linked to his own Tarot and not being able to destroy it. This suggest sthat in some way (indirectly) even the powerful psykers are tied to the Emperor.

Page 163-164
Tormentum Malorum proceeded under full camouflage and psychic screening.

A sensor beeped; a display unit switched to farsight.

"Traitor legion raider." said Jaq, "Has to be."

The other ship was shaped like a crab. An armoured canopy of dingy brown above and below, dappled with daemonic emblems. Two jutting, arrticulated claws that could probably tear through adamantium. Jointed, armoured legs, hairy with aerials and sensors, moved to and fron in unison so that the raider seemed to scuttle through space in search of prey.
Jaq's ship has mechanical and psychic stealth/countermeasures against detection (visual, sensor, and psychic.)

Also the bizarre nature of starships in the warp. Assuming it not a warp-constructed entity (we know they can be made in the warp)

Page 164
Eyes on stalks telescoped up frm the crab-like ship observation blisters. Jaq invoked an aura of protection. He willed their own ship not to be sensed. Pouring his own psychic power into the artificial shields until he sweated, he thought: invisibility.
Jaq can bolster/augment his own physical/mechanical stealth capabiilities - this suggests he's an extremely powerful psyker (no duh) but it also suggests that other psykers may do something similar (IE astropaths on a warship, for example - if they are powerful enough)


Page 165

- Jaq notes that prolonged exposure to the Eye (or similar enviroments) would cause changes (mutations) in any living creature. A big "no duh" here, but worth noting regardless I think.

Page 169
The camouflage-screened Tormentum Malorum appeared to be but one more natural feature.
Confirmation that the stealth systems on Jaq's ship include phyiscal/visual stealthing.
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Second to last update... up to the arrival on Earth.. then I think I may actually cover Space Marine. Thoughts?

[n]Page 177[/n]
Jaq's laspistol sewed silver lines across air and armour and parts of warped limbs that were exposed. Grimm's bolt gun bucked and clattered, its little shells exploding percussively on contact or else winging away vainly to fall elsewhere—till, to his annoyance, it jammed. He too plucked free a laspistol to cross-stitch the scene. Googol had levelled a shuriken catapult resembling a species of miniature starship with its flat round magazine apeing an elevated control deck and its twin pod-tipped fins abeam of the muzzle suggesting thrusters. Their magnetic vortex hurled a swishing hail of star-discs with monomolecular cutting edges.
Most targets fell quickly. However, the big traitor Marine charged, firing bolts. An explosive concussion against Grimm's armour knocked the little man over like a
skittle. A similar hit winded Jaq, blurring his vision. Blinking, he slammed his visor shut and fired a stream of superheated chemicals at the bull-man who was charging thunderously too. All was happening within moments. The bull raced past, screaming rapturously, haloed with clingfire, trailing an odour of boiling gravy.
The traitor Marine was singling out Googol. That statuesque bare head seemed impervious to weaponry, protected by some great hex. Googol's star-discs flicked to left and right as though deflected by a fierce magnetic or anti-gravitic field. Shurikens, that could slice bone like butter, only scratched the man's armour. Though the false Marine's bolt gun had also seized up, he had pulled a power sword from a scabbard in his armour. That warrior was almost upon Googol when the Navigator dropped his catapult and reached inside his own open helmet. Googol tore the bandana from his brow and... stared death from his warp eye.
At last that mighty blasphemy of a Marine sagged, drooled and fell, almost crushing Googol.
Jaq wrenched the ribbed, flanged, exorcistically garnished psycannon from his weapons rack and sprayed at the onrush of spiderkin. Those were summoned creatures. In the normal universe outside of the Eye summoned creatures were unstable, vulnerable to a psycannon beam. But here inside the Eye?
One burst followed another.
Googol writhed free. "Don't look me in the eye," he warned. Finding his bandana as first priority, he wadded the material across his brow inside the helmet. By now Grimm was on his feet again, lasering at the spiderkin, severing legs, though there were many legs to laser. As the rush arrived, Meh'Lindi leapt high to stomp down on the Chaos spawn with her Stealer feet. She crumpled bodies with her claws. Spiderkin keened. Their spinnerets gushed milky adhesive threads, which she dodged. Jaq reverted to
laser. Googol joined in.
Presently, thwarted and leaderless, the remaining spiderkin scuttled away, scaling spires.
- laspistols again here seem to be used in a sustained-cutting manner. Shuriken catapults are used here (carried by a Navigator and a Squat) - but rather than powered by gravitic propulsion it is magnetic (though it still hurls monomolecular "star-shaped" discs.)

- Chaos Space marine's bolt gun has enough momentum (explosion or impacT) to knock a Squat in power armour over.

- mention of "magnetic and anti-gravitic" fields in a defensive role.

Page 182
The bull-man came pounding into sight. He was eyeless, faceless, burned to the bone. The flesh had crisped to crackling on his arms and chest. His very homs were black and twisted.
The aforementioned clingfire weapon severely burned the bull-man... it would have to be very energetic to burn large quantities of flesh like that (cauterization if not outright cremation - both would require boiling/evaporation of the water content of flesh.)

Page 183
Their laser beams and bolts sliced and hammered accurately at the woman's escorts. Some of these returned fire, but the palanquin continued to swing around, dragged by the rabid-seeming beasts. The defenders dodged. Jaq targeted and killed, before crouching, gritting his teeth against the great noise. As soon as the stunning thunderfront passed by, Jaq popped up and shot the proboscis-beasts one by one. Their dead weight dragged the palanquin to a halt.
How to silence the monstrous woman, so that she could be captured? Puncture her windpipe, carving through the slab of fat that was her neck? That wouldn't help her to answer questions. He might even decapitate her
unintentionally.
Mention of las-weapons possibly "Decapitating" accidentally - sustained-beam cutting weapons yet again.

Pages 188-189
Blood erupted from her neck. She gagged. Her head
lolled back, half severed.
..

From a hundred metres away, partly sheltered by a spire of rock, Zephro Carnelian was covering them with a heavy boltgun. He must almost instantly have discarded the laspistol he had used to accurately on Queem Malagnia, so as to grapple with the more devastating weapon.
Carnelian DOES decapitate the woman. Assuming a 2 cm wide beam and a 15 cm diameter neck ( arather large woman after all) is .28 kg of flesh affected. Assuming vaporization that would be 700 kilojoules. In Carnelian's case it is incomplete severing (though Jaq mentions that simply taking out the windpipe woudl still risk full decapitation, as above). Broadly speaking, call it somwehre in the hundreds of kilojoules range for an unknown duration.

Also note that Carnelian, a human, managed the shot (fairly accurate at that - more or less like a headshot) from 100 meters away (2-3x the range of a modern pistol, quite easily.)

Page 190

Why didn't Carnelian and his robot simply open fire? Gobbets of plasma and heavy explosive bolts could do severe damage to even the best armour; and never mind about the contents. Meh'Lindi, who was unprotected but for her chitin, would instantly be blown apart.
Meh'lindi the assassin would be "instantly" blasted apart by the heavy weapons (not sure if it means plasma or bolter, but it really may not matter.)

Page 192
The combat servitor held a heavy plasma gun. Meh'Lindi would probably be incinerated... though an assassin's duty was to die, if need be.
incineration of human body is a high MJ (hundreds) to low GJ event.


Page 192
"Ooops!" shrieked Carnelian. He fired one bolt that clipped Grimm's shoulder. It ricocheted onward unexploded, since it hadn't penetrated. Even so, Grimm was punched sideways.

A single heavy bolter round ricochets off a Squat's powered body armour and knocks him sideways, indicative of significant momentum even for a glancing shot (hundreds of kg*m/s?)

[n]Page 194[/n]

- Jaq mentions "hundreds" of worlds where Chaos intrudes. It is not specified whether he means within the Eye of terror, or outside, or both.

[n]Page 199[/n]

The Eye of Terror lay far out near the fringe of the galaxy, to the galactic north-west, in a region as lonely as Jaq sometimes felt himself to be these days. His spirits were hardly raised when Grimm almost deserted ship mid-way to Earth...
The Squat had insisted that the distance was simply too great to attempt in one warp-jump with the fuel remaining in the tanks of the Tormentum.
They lack the fuel now to cover the distance between the EoT and Terra (many thousands if not tens of thousands of light years), which when added to the previous mentions of Warp travel, puts an upper limit on Warp Drive range for this particular craft (and giving an approximate benchmark for Warp craft in general.)

Page 200
They aimed for a lone red dwarf star named Bendercoot, a thousand light years inward towards Segmentum Solar. Records listed Bendercoot as parent to only four small rocky worlds, all uninhabited. The outermost hosted a minor orbital dockyard for imperial Navy and trader vessels. The gravity well wasn't deep; a mere two days to travel inward from the safe jump-zone, two days to travel outward again.

..

However, the millennium-old dockyard was still circling Bendercoot IV. An Imperial cruiser was moored upon it: a cluster of fretted, fluted towers linked by flying buttresses studded with death's heads. Also, a pocked, patched, bulbous old freighter.
Several points of interest. First, this is a "minor" dockyard - presumably it could build as well as service, but it is not specified. Second, the system in question had only four systems and a red dwarf star and didnt have a "deep" gravity well.. the two day travel (as opposed to a week) meaning that systems can vary in their emergence distances by various factors (such as gravity strength.)

Page 201
Jaq stared from the porthole across a scalloped plain of metal bristling with gantries and defensive weapons blisters. Bright-lit towers cast groove-like shadows. This was a minor dockyard, yet doubtless it housed many kilometres of internal corridors and halls. The fuel and oxygen tubes had already snaked away.
An hint of the scale of the Dockyard and its size despite being minor, particularily in light of having a cruiser docked next to it.

Page 201
The journey to the Eye and then the return to Earth, though measured in days of warp time, would have cost Jaq years of real time. Once it was certain that Jaq was heading towards the Eye with Carnelian in pursuit, an Astropath could have signaled Earth instantly, using Malleus codes. Perhaps the Harlequin man even had his own tame Astropath aboard Veils of Light. He had made sure that he murdered Jaq's star-speaker, Moma Parsheen.
"days" of travel in the warp as oppossed to years in real time. Speeds ranging from thousands of c (real time) to hundreds of thousands (warp time.) Also note that Astropaths are implied to "instantly" signaled Earth (over thousands of LY easily) a gain implying fairly high propogation rates.

Page 203
All comm-channels burbled with vox traffic hours, minutes, or seconds old. Astral frequencies would be quite as crowded with telepathic messages of even greater urgency, though such messages wouldn't be time-lapsed by the speed limit of electromagnetic radiation. Long distance radar registered the blips of hundreds of vessels heading in-system or climbing the last shallow incline out of the deep gravity-well of the Sun.

To scan even the approaches to the home system from beyond the outermost challenge-line would seem ample confirmation that the hub of the Imperium could never falter.
They were "light hours" out from the planet, and astropathic signals are hinted to be instantaneous out to this distance - a lower limit on propogation speed, also regualr comm channels are electromagnetic in nature.

Also note the mention of radar, but no other kinds of sensors and having many light hours of range. And that TErra deals with "hundreds" of warships.

]Page 204
"It'll have been on tour for a year or so. If I'm on a black list of criminals I doubt that any resident Inquisitor will know."

Black ships in general seem to take yearly tours for thier duties.

Page 204
"What about Tormentum?'
"Program her to head away beyond the jump zone under ordinary drive towards the comet halo then just to drift. We'll know roughly where she is, if we can ever rendezvous with her again."
Googol nodded. Few ships strayed out beyond the jump zone. Ships were either in-system vessels, remaining within the confines of Solspace, or else they were interstellar -- in which case they would dive into the warp as soon as they could. Tormentum could remain undetected, yet reachable aboard a conventional craft, offering an option for the unpredictable, dark future.

The Malorum came out between the edge of the system (pluto0 and the cometary halo, putting ar ough benchmark on the distancese involved here.

Page 209
"Fruitful. A net of eleven hundred psykers for the Emperor. I think that's fruitful. We were only obliged to eliminate half of one per cent. Five percent seem worthy of advancement."

And ninety-five per cent worthy of feeding to the cadaverous Master of Mankind to power the Astronomicon.
1100 psykers is considered a good haul (though larger ships and numbers are mentioned) 1 in 20 won't be sacrificed.

From what we know "yearly" this means that if the millions of psykers each year can be considered part of the haul from the black Ships, there are at least thousands of the vessels (as mentione din the Soul Drinkers novels.) Also, it means that a few hundred thousand or so are considered "better" enough to not sacrifice each year (at least), most of which will be astropaths..

we also know from Rogue Trader than 90% of all psykers not eaten are AStropaths. which means that one in 200 will be a sanctioned psyker or Librarian or Inquisitor or whatever.

Page 211
The stronghold of the Adeptus Astronomica was inside the mountain range known as the Himalayas. One whole mountain was sculpted into the upper half of a sphere of rock that housed the Astronomican...
Location of the Astronomican and an idea o fhow well defended it is.
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Connor MacLeod wrote:Second to last update... up to the arrival on Earth.. then I think I may actually cover Space Marine. Thoughts?

[n]Page 177[/n]
Jaq's laspistol sewed silver lines across air and armour and parts of warped limbs that were exposed. Grimm's bolt gun bucked and clattered, its little shells exploding percussively on contact or else winging away vainly to fall elsewhere—till, to his annoyance, it jammed. He too plucked free a laspistol to cross-stitch the scene. Googol had levelled a shuriken catapult resembling a species of miniature starship with its flat round magazine apeing an elevated control deck and its twin pod-tipped fins abeam of the muzzle suggesting thrusters. Their magnetic vortex hurled a swishing hail of star-discs with monomolecular cutting edges.
Most targets fell quickly. However, the big traitor Marine charged, firing bolts. An explosive concussion against Grimm's armour knocked the little man over like a
skittle. A similar hit winded Jaq, blurring his vision. Blinking, he slammed his visor shut and fired a stream of superheated chemicals at the bull-man who was charging thunderously too. All was happening within moments. The bull raced past, screaming rapturously, haloed with clingfire, trailing an odour of boiling gravy.
The traitor Marine was singling out Googol. That statuesque bare head seemed impervious to weaponry, protected by some great hex. Googol's star-discs flicked to left and right as though deflected by a fierce magnetic or anti-gravitic field. Shurikens, that could slice bone like butter, only scratched the man's armour. Though the false Marine's bolt gun had also seized up, he had pulled a power sword from a scabbard in his armour. That warrior was almost upon Googol when the Navigator dropped his catapult and reached inside his own open helmet. Googol tore the bandana from his brow and... stared death from his warp eye.
At last that mighty blasphemy of a Marine sagged, drooled and fell, almost crushing Googol.
Jaq wrenched the ribbed, flanged, exorcistically garnished psycannon from his weapons rack and sprayed at the onrush of spiderkin. Those were summoned creatures. In the normal universe outside of the Eye summoned creatures were unstable, vulnerable to a psycannon beam. But here inside the Eye?
One burst followed another.
Googol writhed free. "Don't look me in the eye," he warned. Finding his bandana as first priority, he wadded the material across his brow inside the helmet. By now Grimm was on his feet again, lasering at the spiderkin, severing legs, though there were many legs to laser. As the rush arrived, Meh'Lindi leapt high to stomp down on the Chaos spawn with her Stealer feet. She crumpled bodies with her claws. Spiderkin keened. Their spinnerets gushed milky adhesive threads, which she dodged. Jaq reverted to
laser. Googol joined in.
Presently, thwarted and leaderless, the remaining spiderkin scuttled away, scaling spires.
- laspistols again here seem to be used in a sustained-cutting manner. Shuriken catapults are used here (carried by a Navigator and a Squat) - but rather than powered by gravitic propulsion it is magnetic (though it still hurls monomolecular "star-shaped" discs.)
I remember reading that back when everyone used Shuriken weapons, Eldar ones were gravitically-propelled, while shoddy human ones used magnetic acceleration. That might be fanon, though.

Actually, looking at the weapon's entry in Rogue Trader, they use both terms. Someone was even laxer than usual that day. :)
"So you want to live on a planet?"
"No. I think I'd find it a bit small and wierd."
"Aren't they dangerous? Don't they get hit by stuff?"
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Well, time to finish out Draco, then I can move onto another one later lol . The ending actually was rather nice, because we get one of those (rare) glimpses at the GEoM as his "godlike" state. And really, this pretty much has defined the context in which I think of ihm, because it really makes a whole ton of sense as to what he is and what he can/can't do. Your mileage may vary.

Anynhow, last entry. Enjoy


Page 215
It might have been winter in the outside world. Though truly there was little of the outside world in existence on Earth. All of Earth's continents — save for the south polar icelands, deep under which the Inquisition lurked — were clad, often kilometres high, in the labyrinthine sprawl of one edifice of state or another. Palace, ecclesiarchy... Huge bureaucracies, virtually worlds unto themselves.
Generations could live out lifetimes within a single Imperial sub-department, almost oblivious to the stars above except as notations in cyberledgers... never seeing a wan sun peer through a poisoned sky.
- The continents of Earth are clad "kilometres high" in massive buildings/fortresses dedicated to one department or another (Bureacracy, Palace, ecclesiarchy, etc.) A hive world among hive worlds and also heavily defended.

Page 215
In a vast pillared hall of plasteel, cyborgs and amputees bonded into machines ground to and fro on caterpillar tracks or clanked about on tarnished metal legs. The floor was awash with oily chemical spillage fitfully iridescent in the glance of shifting lights.

Some of the mechanized workers serviced cable-sinewed thudding engines. Others tore open crates from the belt with powered pincers, inspected bills of lading, and transferred the incoming cargo to a branching array of mighty, rusting pneumomagnetic tubes which dispatched items in distant directions with a fierce hiss and thunderclap of compressed air and a sizzle of electromagnetic surge. Smashed empty crates disappeared into the maw of a furnace, a throat of fire which ruddied the sloshing wash of liquids around it. The hall echoed with rumble, hiss, clap, and roar.
cyborgs and servitors shown here. Terra must use an ungodly number of serivtors.

Also fo interest is the "pneumomagnetic tubes" which seem like a kind of mass driver/railgun type weapon., or perhaps some sort of exotic electrothermal devicee (uses electrical energy to convert a gas or other material to plasma and to control its rate of expansion.)

Page 217
Jaq spied a tall figure far away scrutinizing the area around the conveyor. Boots, leather breeches, long black cloak... The ominous tall helmet was a three-tiered brazen skull tipped with crenellations from which antennae sprouted. The figure stirred the poisonous soup that hid the plates of the floor with the butt of a laser-spear.
"Who's that guy?" asked Grimm.
"Custodian," murmured Jaq. "Palace guardsman. Maybe we triggered a sensor beam."
Just then a giant warty rat, its matted coat faintly phosphorescent, scuttled from the tunnel mouth. The custodian leveled his spear and lasered the creature.
Custodians. Note the laser-spear weapon and the Conan-esque implied outfit, although the helmet seems to imply that its well equipped. Not sure what "lasering" a giant rat does, its not calcable.

Page 218
Later they crossed a cathedral-laboratory. Icons marked with symbols of the elements dangled from internal flying buttresses. Sodium vapor flambeaux behind high false-clerestory-windows of stained glass painted patches of amber ichor, sap, and haemoglobin across the tessellated floor. Athenor furnaces glowed and alembics bubbled, purifying and repurifying rare drugs extracted from the organs of alien animals being vivisected by surgeon-butchers behind armour glass.
Trumpets screamed and brayed, drowning howls. Evidently such organs must be extracted live without use of soporifics for full efficacy. Orange and golden blood ran through tubes, pumped by scrofulous bondsmen chained to bellows. Lift platforms rose into view, carrying new specimens; and sank, bearing carcasses and offal.
This is, as we learn below, part of the proceesses used to sustain the Emperor. It might imply they do know (sort of) what they are doing at least in some of what is needed to sustain him, although that could be argued as a retcon (sincec it seems GW policy to try and make the Imperium as technically ignorant as they can get away with and still have the thing somehow stay together.)

Page 219
"We're accountants for the synthdiet administration," said Jaq, casting an aura of persuasion. "I'm Prefectus Secundus of the Dispendium, the office of Cost and Loss."
"I have never heard of that." Yet this fact need not rouse the priest's suspicions. If anything, the contrary! The estimate that ten billion people w'ere involved in the administration of the palace perhaps erred on the miserly side.
Jaq nodded at Googol and Meh'Lindi. "These are my
Prefectus Tertius and Sub-Prefectus. The Squat is a servitor. We suspect protein is going to waste in these experiments."
"You call these experiments?" cried the priest indignantly. "Some molecules of immortality for the Emperor's own use are extracted here."
"Leaving much good meat," groused Grimm.
"That's alien meat, you Squattish turnspit! It's indigestible."
"Could be rendered into "diet."
- Alien animals/beings are messily and ruthlessly vivisected inside the palace to extract or procuer "supposed" molecules of immortality for the Emperor's use as noted above.

Also, they evidently like to eat corpses on Terra as well as places like Stalinvast. And yet people clamor to visit Terra.

On a slightly (more?) brighter note, the Adminsitratum has at least ten billion people, and that represents only a part (a tiny fraction) of the probable population of TErra.

Page 220
A team of armed monitors was working its way along the queue, using portable psychodiagnostic kits. Occasionally an applicant was arrested. One broke free and was shot.
I'm not sure if a "psychodiagnostic" kit detects psykers or is some kind of psychci mind-reading deveice to detect criminals. Maybe its both, or it just detects left handed accountants.

Page 221
If viewed from low orbit through the foul atmosphere, the continent-spanning palace was a concaternation of copulating, jewel-studded tortoise shells erupting into ornate monoliths, pyramids, and zigggurats kilometres high, pocked by landing pads, prickling with masts of antennae and weapons batteries. Whole cities were mere chambers in this palace, some grimly splendid, others despicable and deadly, and all crusted with the accretion of the ages.
More of just how insanely built-up Terra is. It does give you an inkling of why Horus' assault could be so bloody devastating yet fail to demol ish the place totally.


Page 226
Squads of tall helmeted Emperor's Companions stood to attention vigilantly, armed with laser-spears and plasma guns, black cloaks a swirl around naked torsos of tattooed corded muscle.
- Emperor's companions are mentioned - armed with plasma guns and bolters and wearing power armor (and black cloaks.) No idea what they were intended to be, some supers=pecial form of Guardian. I'm guessing the Companions got retconned as the actual Custodes later on. Maybe they may be considered some special branch of the Custodes or something.

Page 226-227
Two immense Titans, embodiments of the Machine-God, flanked the great archway that led onward, serving as columns, one blood-red, one purple. High over the archway, in obsidian, the wide winged double-headed eagle of the Imperium was mounted. The bowed carapaces of these giant fighting robots sustained golden mosaic roofing in which, as Jaq knew, were buried the heavy macro-cannons and multi-launchers of the Titans, just as their great cleated feet were locked underfoot. Purity seals and devout bannerd angled everywhere they looked.

By each side of the archway sagged a power fist which could seize and crush to liquid any unpermitted interloper. The other jointed arm of each Titan terminated in a massive pointed defence laser.
Two Titans guard the way into the Emepror.

Page 227
Time twisted.
Time shifted.
Times was, and was not.
An eerie silver power flowed through Jaq, as though he
had invoked it by those words. The power used his mind as its conductor. He sensed how the time stream itself was being negated and annulled.
Some psykers of the highest level could distort time thus. Not Jaq, hitherto.
Never Jaq.
Time manipulation. Some powerful psykers can apparently do it, and obviously the Emperor can (over quite a large area of the palace it seems.)

PAge 228
Throbbing pipes ribbed the walls of the vast throne room. The muscles of the room were thick power cables feeding stegosaurian engines. The air was spiked with crisp ozone and bitter myrrh, and ointmented with balmy, somewhat greasy fragrances. The holiest battle banners, icons, and golden fetishes flanked the arena of dedication where psykers were soul-bound.
Squads of Emperor's Companions who guarded that vast hall, a mob of tech-priests ministering to the machinery, a gaudy Cardinal Palatinate and his entourage, a red-robed High Lord of Terra and his staff — not to mention clusters of Astropaths, chirurgeons, scholastics, battlemasters: all were motionless.
The soaring, tube-ridged throne resembled some fossilized, metastasized sloth crafted by some mad master of the Adeptus Titanicus. This enormous, sacred prosthetic device —more precious by far than any gold — framed the wizened, mummy face of the God. Who looked not; though he saw through eyes of the mind, saw far beyond his throne room and his palace and the solar system. Who breathed not; yet he lived more fiercely than any mortal, enduring a psychically supercharged life-in-death.
The GEoM. Its interesting to note that apparently SOME high ranking folk are allowed in to see him (at least in the era this novel supposedly takes place in) - not neccesarily to communicate with him perhaps but to oversee him or to check up on him. Then again, since astropaths get lead in for soul binding it suggests they know he's still alive and kicking and doing things.


Page 229
"WE ARE CURIOUS," came a mighty, anguished thought which itself transcended time.
"WE HAVE FOLLOWED YOUR INTRUSION INTO OUR SANCTUARY, OUR ANTRUM AND ADYTUM."
"My Lord..." Jaq sank to his knees. "I beg to report to you before I am destroyed. I may have uncovered a major conspiracy—"
"THEN WE WILL STRIP YOUR SOUL BARE. RELAX, MORTAL MAN, OR YOU WILL SURELY DIE IN SUCH PAIN AS WE ALWAYS ENDURE."
Jaq breathed deeply, slowly, stilling the panic that fluttered under his ribs like a trapped bird. He surrendered himself.
A hurricane roared through his mind.
If the story that he had thought to relate were a tangled forest — and if each event in that story were a tree — then within moments all the leaves were stripped away from all of the trees, denuding them to bare wintry twigs, to a raw basic life without the foliage of memories.
He was drained of his story; that was sucked from him in a trice, all of those leaves whirling into the mind-maw of the Master.
Jaq gagged. Jaq drooled.
He was an imbecile, less than an imbecile.
He was less than a new-born baby.
He neither knew where he was, nor who he was — nor what it even meant to be a someone.
The Inquisitor sprawled. All that was known to his body was distress, the gurglings of the guts, breath, and light.
- the GEoM can strip a person's thoughts and souls from their mind, effectively mind wipign them to infant-status, and then put them back together more or less the same.

The really interesting thing about this (and for the rest of the Emperor dialogue) is the "hive mind" type mentality - calling him "We" - and the fact the Emperor is in fact a multi-souled entity. This probably hearkens back to the really ealy canon of "Realms of Chaos" when the Emperor was considered to be the combined reincarnation of thousands of shamans/magicians/human psykers. Old canon, but it still makes sense in the context of the modern era, given that DAemons and Chaos Gods themselves are really nothing more than a unified composit of the souls/worship/thoughts/emotions of countless beings, and the GEoM isn't likely to be anyy different. Indeed (as below) it probably explains why he's able to fend off so many different threats and do what he does.

Page 230
Abruptly, all memory flooded back. On that instant, each leaf sprouted anew to recloak the forest of his life.
"WE HAVE PUT BACK WHAT WE TOOK AND TASTED, INQUISITOR."
Trembling, Jaq regained his kneeling posture and wiped his lips and chin. The previous moments were a hideous limbo, unknowable, immeasurable. He was Jaq Draco again.
"WE ARE MANY, INQUISITOR." The voice boomed in his mind almost gently — if gently was how an avalanche would sweep away a doomed village, if gently was how a scalpel might strip a life to the bare aching bones.
"HOW ELSE COULD WE RULE OUR IMPERIUM—?"
"AS WELL AS WINNOW THE WARP—?"
"HOW ELSE?"
The Emperor's mind-voice had dissociated into several voices, as if his great soul co-existed in fragments that barely hung together.
"SO DOES THE HYDRA THREATEN US—?"
"—IMPERILLING OUR GREAT AND AWFUL PLAN TO STEER HUMANITY?"
"DID WE OURSELVES DEVISE THE HYDRA?"
"PERHAPS IN A PART OF US, SINCE THIS HYDRA PROMISES A PATH?"
"SURELY A MALEVOLENT PATH; FOR HOW COULD HUMANITY EVER FREE ITSELF?"
"THEN WE MUST BE MALEVOLENT TOO; FOR WE HAVE EXPELLED OUR SENTIMENTALITY LONG AGO. HOW ELSE COULD WE HAVE ENDURED? HOW ELSE COULD WE HAVE IMPOSED OUR RULE?"
"YET BY VIRTUE OF THAT WE ARE PURE AND UNCONTAMINATED BY WEAKNESS. WE ARE GRIM SALVATION."
Again we see more about the "multi-facet" nature of the "Emperor" and that he's more or less composed of numerous individual beings acting in unison. As I mentioned above, this has interesting implications for his power and abilities. Since he (technically) qualifies as a Chaos god, that also means he absorbs both the worship and the souls of those he possesses. He may even (in a way) be considered to personify order (Thats what the Imperium I've seen viewed as, anyhow - making order from Chaos) so he may even be able to somehow tap into whatever power is derive from "ORder" (The same way Khorne is empowered by bloodshed, Slaanesh by pleasure, ,etc.)

In THAT Context, over his 10,000 year existence, the GEoM commands the accumulated might of countless billions of psykers (either soul bound and died in his service, or sacrificeed directly to him) as well as the worship/belief/souls of countless trillions, quadrillions, or perhaps even quintillions of other beings added to that. One cannot readily quantify such power in meaningful terms, but (relatively speaking) it explains why he can fend off the Chaos Gods so well.

It is also likely that "mutli-facet" mind allows him to overse/conduct lots of different activities simultaneously as he needs to to hold the Imperium together (as he more or less explains to Draco) and here, the above numbers also help (each "facet' or "soul" he absorbs likely could be considered a potential agent or angel on his behalf -especially those like the Primarchs, notable Saints/commanders/leaders, Space Marines, etc. They would in essence be the Imperial version of a daemon, really.)

The really scary thing about all of the above, if true, is that the Imperium's policies are directed towards steadily increasing that power in the most direct means possible. Not just by enlarging humanity and its territory, but also by the recruitment of (and sacrificee of) human psykers. Remember that humanity is becoming more and more psychically attuned as time goes on, and more psykers are found and captured (or killed) - so his power over time just doesn't grow linearly. At some point (in theory) in the future, ,he would accumulate enough souls/belief/whatever to likely curbstomp Chaos (which may be his plan.)

Mind you - while I say this ispowerful and more than equals the Chaos Gods in direct power terms, it is not THE most powerful. The Orks are easily as powerful or moreso (likely moreso, since their numbers are greater and their disparate nature does not affect that.) The Mind that drives the Tyranids almost certaintly qualifies as a power on its own for the same reasons. And the C'Tan aren't directly comparable anyhow (We dont knwo enough to make such a comparison as it is, save that their power is more localized and direct and mobile than the GEoM is in his current state.)

Page 231-232
NOTHING THAT SAFEGUARDS HUMANITY CAN BE EVIL, NOT EVEN THE MOST STRENUOUS INHUMANITY. IF THE HUMAN RACE FAILS, IT HAS FAILED FOREVER."

Maybe Jaq was too young by hundreds, by thousands of years, and his intellect was too puny to comprehend the multiplex mind of the Master who was forever on overview, whose thoughts battered in his mind. Or maybe the Master's mind had become chaotic. Not warped by the Chaos it surveyed, oh no, but divided amongst itself as its heroic grasp on existence ever so slowly weakened...

WHEN WE CONFRONTED THE CORRUPTED, HOMICIDAL HORUS WHO ONCE USED TO SHINE BRIGHTLY LIKE THE BRIGHTEST STAR, WHO USED TO BE OUR BELOVED FAVOURITE - WHEN THE FATE OF THE GALAXY HUNG BY A THREAD - WERE WE NOT COMPELLED TO EXPEL ALL COMPASSION? ALL LOVE? ALL JOY? THOSE WENT AWAY. HOW ELSE COULD WE HAVE ARMOURED OURSELVES? EXISTENCE IS TORMENT. A TORMENT THAT MUST NOURISH US. EVIDENTLY WE MUST STRIVE TO BE THE FIERCE REDEEMER OF MAN. YET WHAT WILL REDEEM US?"

"Great lord of all," whimpered Jaq. "did you know of the hydra before now?"

"NO, AND WE SHALL SURELY ACT IN DUE TIME-"
"YET SURELY WE KNEW. HOW COULD WE NOT KNOW?"
"ONCE WE HAVE ANALYSED THE INFORMATION WITHIN THIS SUB-MIND OF OURS."
"HEAR THIS, JAQ DRACO: ONLY TINY PORTIONS OF US CAN HEED YOU, OTHERWISE WE NEGLECT OUR IMPERIUM, OF WHICH OUR SCRUTINY MUST NOT FALTER FOR AN INSTANT. FOR TIME DOES NOT HALT EVERYWHERE WITHIN THE REALM OF MAN. iNDEED, TIME ONLY HALTS FOR YOU."
"WE ARE AN EVER-WATCHFUL LORD, ARE WE NOT? DID YOU HOPE TO GAIN OUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION?"
"HOW ELSE SHOULD WE SOUL-BIND PSYKERS AND OVERVIEW THE WARP AND BEAM THE ASTRONOMICAN BEACON AND SURVIVE AND RECEIVE INFORMATION AND GRANT AUDIENCES ALL AT ONCE, UNLESS WE ARE MANY?"

"AND YHET STILL WE MISS SO MUCH, SO VERY MUCH? SUCH AS THAT WHICH GUIDED YOU HERE."
"OUR SPIRIT GUIDED YOU."
"NO; ANOTHER SPIRIT, A REFLECTION OF OUR GOODNESS WHICH WE THRUST FROM US."
"WE ARE THE ONLY SOURCE OF GOODNESS, SEVERE AND DRASTIC. THERE IS NO OTHER SOURCE OF HOPE THAN US. WE ARE AGONISINGLY ALONE.
More of the Emperor-Jaq conversation, along with hints to the whole Illuminati/Starchild subplot that follows in later books. If nothing else Ian Watson did a good job in the first two books of laying groundwork for f uture events and ideas at the time.

Oh yeah, and more elaboration on the "multi-mind" bit.

Page 232
Contradictions! These warred in Jaq's mind just as they seemed to coexist in the Emperor's own multimind.

Was another power for salvation present in the galaxy, unknown to the suffering Emperor - concealed form him, through somehow partaking of his essence?"
Again, more hints of the whole "Starchild" theory. I'll probably touch on that later, and my problems with that (won't that be fun)
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andrewgpaul wrote:I remember reading that back when everyone used Shuriken weapons, Eldar ones were gravitically-propelled, while shoddy human ones used magnetic acceleration. That might be fanon, though.

Actually, looking at the weapon's entry in Rogue Trader, they use both terms. Someone was even laxer than usual that day. :)
Will touch on this some more later in Harlequin, but generally that's how my thoughts go. There is some evidence for it, at least. I tend to think of the old idea of "Imperial" Shuriken weapons actually being a variation/subset of "needlers" (since Abnett and some other authors took needler to mean something else than it traditionally did in 40K. CF necropolis and that Guilder nut.)
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Connor MacLeod wrote:The GEoM. Its interesting to note that apparently SOME high ranking folk are allowed in to see him (at least in the era this novel supposedly takes place in) - not neccesarily to communicate with him perhaps but to oversee him or to check up on him. Then again, since astropaths get lead in for soul binding it suggests they know he's still alive and kicking and doing things.
If I recall correctly, the Master of Assassins actually has unlimited access to the Emperor, though I think that is very old fluff.
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A quick note on the Custodes; the ones Watson are referring to look like this guy: Stuff Of Legends link (top left).
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That has, of course, changed significantly. They don't even appear to be Space Marine+ in Draco, just muscular dudes.
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Squads of tall helmeted Emperor's Companions stood to attention vigilantly, armed with laser-spears and plasma guns, black cloaks a swirl around naked torsos of tattooed corded muscle.
- Emperor's companions are mentioned - armed with plasma guns and bolters and wearing power armor (and black cloaks.) No idea what they were intended to be, some supers=pecial form of Guardian. I'm guessing the Companions got retconned as the actual Custodes later on. Maybe they may be considered some special branch of the Custodes or something.
This matches pretty much exactly the description of the Custodes given in Rogue Trader. The tall helmets, the naked torso, the black cloaks, and the laser-spears are all specifically mentioned. Given the plethora of names for Space Marines and Sisters of Battle and the variety of duties the Custodes undertake (the palace is huge), it's not straining credibility at all to come to the conclusion that these are simply the Custodes who specifically guard the person of the Master of Mankind.
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This isn't to say that they are less potent for their appearance. Xenothan the Imperial Assassin from Wolfblade, for example. The IoM's technology level is capable of enhancing human frames to a level that equals or surpasses a typical Astartes. And, IIRC, the Space Wolves could smell the difference between Xenothan and hired muscle, otherwise he was indistinguishable.
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I wasn't at all suggesting they weren't capable, only that the Companions were Custodes. They've always been badass. Rogue Trader stated Custodes troopers out as minor heroes, which made them incredibly badass.
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Imperial Overlord wrote:I wasn't at all suggesting they weren't capable, only that the Companions were Custodes. They've always been badass. Rogue Trader stated Custodes troopers out as minor heroes, which made them incredibly badass.
I know IO, that's why I didn't quote you.
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