"I wonder how I've missed him. . . perhaps it's time to have a Muggle Studies class. It's possible I've been a bit too reclusive lately. I've been, ahhhh, distracted." A brief glance at the wizarding portrait of Valentine, who was appearing rather nebulous at the moment. "Oh, I won't interfere- I get the sense that this little drama is nicely arranged already." Vladimir gave the master another of his incongruent smiles, in acceptance of the compliment- as of course he read the Master's words as such. "If I somehow end up with your pretty-eyes Doctor, I'll be sure to let you know, rather than personally interfering. Now this debauchable schoolboy version. . ." A chuckle. He couldn't very well make any promises there, not without knowing exactly what he might be passing up.
"I'd be the last person in the Imperium to complain about some interdimensional do-gooder arriving to wipe out the Sisterhood of Whores- these would be our religious zealots, although they call themselves by a prettier name. The witches are irritating. I keep them out of my House." Although he called them 'irritating', the bitterness in the Baron's voice when he spat out the word coloured it with the abiding hatred he had for the Bene Gesserit. "But, we really don't need the hyperdrives, however, and we have the industrial machines. I doubt anyone would see the need to reinvent a wheel. It's rarely efficient."
The Baron looked over the device closely, before going ahead and tapping at the indicated icon. The first memories he sent were short and simple, consisting of a series of planets- one was dark, possessing little in the way of oceans, and much in the way of volcanism. Areas of the world were covered in the tight splatters of light indicating massive human settlements. Another world, of pure desert. Another, of oceans and ice. Following these scenes was a chaotic stream which focused upon cities and technology. Strange cities of angular metal splattered with light were primary in these vision, stretching for miles on end and rising countless stories in height- it seemed as if whoever dwelt upon the lower levels was doomed to life in some dark industrial box, while the impressive structures atop the city-structures were open to the red-stained skies. Various pieces of tech- vehicles, ornithopters, various frigates intended for surface-to-orbit transport, Guild highliners- these were insanely massive, capable of carrying numerous transport vessels with plenty of room to spare.
After the highliners, the Baron's memories shifted towards the desert planet- here, there were no insane industrial cities. The city his memory focused upon contained an enormous brassy-looking palace, lording over structures that meshed far better with the interminable desert surroundings. The focus was upon these next, as seen from above, in some sort of transport. Far below, a huge industrial machine rested upon the sand. The speck-like figures of men scurrying around it were barely visible. In the distance, a disturbance in the sand was visible, closing in upon the transport with remarkable speed. Within moments, the disturbance was directly beneath the machine, which was now attached to some other machine, which appeared to be attempting to lift it into the air- attempting, because immediately after liftoff, a unfathomably immense mouth broke the surface of the sand, swallowing the machines and their crews entire.
Another abrupt shift in memory returned to the volcanic world, and one of the cities there. This memory was somewhat more drawn out than the rest, and focused upon some young men in an arena (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfoQtWTR9b8), rather than any specific technologies. It was focused upon one of these in particular, a beautiful dark-haired boy, clad in some red satin futuristic variant on hakama. After this memory went on for a time, the Baron noticed that he'd become distracted by his own memories- perhaps the trance function was effective. He glanced up from the screen and pushed it back towards the Master. "As you can see for yourself, we do fine with our own technologies. And isn't my Feyd a lovely boy?"
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Date: 2012-01-08 12:31 am (UTC)"I'd be the last person in the Imperium to complain about some interdimensional do-gooder arriving to wipe out the Sisterhood of Whores- these would be our religious zealots, although they call themselves by a prettier name. The witches are irritating. I keep them out of my House." Although he called them 'irritating', the bitterness in the Baron's voice when he spat out the word coloured it with the abiding hatred he had for the Bene Gesserit. "But, we really don't need the hyperdrives, however, and we have the industrial machines. I doubt anyone would see the need to reinvent a wheel. It's rarely efficient."
The Baron looked over the device closely, before going ahead and tapping at the indicated icon. The first memories he sent were short and simple, consisting of a series of planets- one was dark, possessing little in the way of oceans, and much in the way of volcanism. Areas of the world were covered in the tight splatters of light indicating massive human settlements. Another world, of pure desert. Another, of oceans and ice. Following these scenes was a chaotic stream which focused upon cities and technology. Strange cities of angular metal splattered with light were primary in these vision, stretching for miles on end and rising countless stories in height- it seemed as if whoever dwelt upon the lower levels was doomed to life in some dark industrial box, while the impressive structures atop the city-structures were open to the red-stained skies. Various pieces of tech- vehicles, ornithopters, various frigates intended for surface-to-orbit transport, Guild highliners- these were insanely massive, capable of carrying numerous transport vessels with plenty of room to spare.
After the highliners, the Baron's memories shifted towards the desert planet- here, there were no insane industrial cities. The city his memory focused upon contained an enormous brassy-looking palace, lording over structures that meshed far better with the interminable desert surroundings. The focus was upon these next, as seen from above, in some sort of transport. Far below, a huge industrial machine rested upon the sand. The speck-like figures of men scurrying around it were barely visible. In the distance, a disturbance in the sand was visible, closing in upon the transport with remarkable speed. Within moments, the disturbance was directly beneath the machine, which was now attached to some other machine, which appeared to be attempting to lift it into the air- attempting, because immediately after liftoff, a unfathomably immense mouth broke the surface of the sand, swallowing the machines and their crews entire.
Another abrupt shift in memory returned to the volcanic world, and one of the cities there. This memory was somewhat more drawn out than the rest, and focused upon some young men in an arena (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfoQtWTR9b8), rather than any specific technologies. It was focused upon one of these in particular, a beautiful dark-haired boy, clad in some red satin futuristic variant on hakama. After this memory went on for a time, the Baron noticed that he'd become distracted by his own memories- perhaps the trance function was effective. He glanced up from the screen and pushed it back towards the Master. "As you can see for yourself, we do fine with our own technologies. And isn't my Feyd a lovely boy?"