Machinations of the Maekla Combine

-The Maekla Combine's influence on Asterion has dwindled significantly in the wake of their leadership's annihilation; though occasional encounters have occurred with former members since—as mercenaries or in the attack during the Night of Revenge—it is unlikely that we need concern ourselves further with this particular faction.

-It may, however, be valuable to maintain vigilance with regard to the power vacuum left by their organization's destruction. It is possible that Clan Pelnikt may attempt to fill the void, or that a new challenger, so to speak, shall try to claim the mantle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Heavy Encryption; access granted only to Logis Eizen VIIR c53]

"None of us are here for the truth."

-Location required for networked access to research notes of my personal experiments; I increasingly lack any desire to share these matters with members of the laity, including my team, who clearly lack all understanding and respect for the mysteries of the Omnissiah, the Motive Force, and the Cult Mechanicus. Whatever the Ambassador may believe our mission to be, I shall not blaspheme against the 16 Universal Laws. I shall continue to seek the truth, as is my duty as a Logis and servant of the Imperium. 

(Logs follow concerning research into neural augmetics, mindmapping, psyker augmetics, and techsorcism]

-Omnissiah preserve me, I am not meant for this work; I am not a soldier, not a killer. There is no spark of the Motive Force that does not affect the patterns of fate, no life so small as to be insignificant; such was my cause in learning to heal through the power of machine spirits. At my core being, I know myself to be no more than an investigator. I am to report, that others higher than myself choose the course we travel. And yet duty has called me to be not merely an observer and voice of logic, but an executor as well. I must remain devout and loyal in service to the Imperium, to the Keojrah-Glynt Company, to the Omnissiah. To Kelle. Yet my mind and spirit are at war with themselves (and not merely in the manner that the others believe). Is it my weak flesh that imparts such terrible sentimentality? Or does my soul scream out as the conscience of my sentience, but I dare not heed its cries for fear that my masters have commanded me to diverge from the True Path, leaving me caught between the sins of heresy and disobedience.