Editing Quest:The Long Night:Volume One:Life in the Storm (section)

=Continuing=

As a note, toward the end of Tranth's efforts, another possible source of Dark Age tech shows up. A banged up ancient exploration vessel named ''Well of Urd'' has arrived at the system. The kind of ship Mars would have probably converted into an [[Ark Mechanicus]]. For a while, Tranth thought about how to best access it. Turns out one of the pieces of that artifact set you've been collecting works. According to Muspelheim's records, the Governor of Helheim used to wear this jewellery, and the ship still recognizes it.

On less optimistic notes, the recent High Council meeting has shown that some people are still displeased that the Church gets no political power. Saint Lin starts an investigation. The Mechanicus, in the meantime, starts splitting between the more conservative and the progressive members. Britton and Tranth are both with the Progressives, but the Conservatives currently seem to have the numbers due to them dominating the shipyards and infrastructure of Vanaheim. In your system, the Mechanicus are currently colonizing one of the moons. It's all solid metal, so you expect them to be busy.

And, in Even Worse News, Saint Lin reports the Star Father has risen.

==Abomination==

Yes, the Abomination. The Star Father. Tjapa, as he is named here. In this quest, unlike ''Shape of Nightmare'', the Abomination isn't the Emperor. It's an amalgamation of all the negative traits of the Imperium that the guy's been keeping asleep while he sat on the Throne (plus corrupted by the leakage from the crack Magnus made under the Golden Throne). However, that doesn't prevent the bastard from ''claiming'' to be the Emperor. Or plenty of guys – and, most notably, gals, like our favourite SoBs (fortunately, the only ones Avernus has is a few from [[Orders Dialogous]] you've requested decades ago) – believing him.

The nature of the Abomination is different, too. It's not a god of perfect order. There are no planets of people moving in formation until they drop dead, there are no perfectly remoulded planets, none of the geometric perfection from ''Shape''. What is he, then?

Well, it's simple. Tjapa is the god of Imperium.

To be precise, he is the god of the Imperium as some people on this site like to picture it. There are no occasionally sane Inquisitors who think that maybe accusations of treason should actually be investigated before an Exterminatus. There are no Ecclesiarchy members who think that perhaps the reason another person worships the Emperor differently is a legitimate difference between two planets instead of heresy. There are no generals nor admirals who believe that, once in a while, flanking an enemy might be better than fifty frontal assaults per day. Nor any officers who decide to think a bit for themselves and do that despite the general giving no such order. No administrator realizing a labourer should be sometimes cared for instead of being worked to death. There is only moronic obedience. Mindless labour. And plenty of golden bling everywhere.

Tjapa is Tyranny. And he is awake.