I had a first project for the Joakero now, using the Condemnor Boltgun from Greyfax with a few other combi-weapons as a model, and a new bionic eye with examples of chanicus scanners.
I also wanted hundreds of these bionic eyes but as pict-caras, to be used for my Lanters and Silent Sisters helts and even for the Knights and Titans. So I provided a crate of basic bionic eyes and helt lenses, and just let the orange primates have fun.
This xeno lab was set up on an asteroid fort, with walls of blackstone and adamantium, although they won't really hold the Jokaero if they wanted to escape. For that you only needed to provide fruits and sweets, and they'll work happily as long as nobody abused them.
"What is that monkey doing?" Ashuria asked outraged, while I observed the holoscreen with a curious eye.
"Drawing eyelashes on the bionic eye." I said with an amused smirk.
"Damn monkeys! Katarinya won't like a painted eye." the Inquisitor muttered and leaned back in my arms, while I massaged her boobs for profit and pleasure.
"For them everything is art, my dear. Things might get smaller and more efficient, but it's a re side-effect of their purpose, which is to be artwork, not weapons." I explained gently while enjoying her malleable body and floral scent.
Her personal Biologis techpriest was a good perfu maker too, as strange as it may sound. And if my Rogue Trader senses tingled at the opportunity to sell priceless perfu to noble ladies, well...it was true.
There were a billion nobles in the galaxy, and I had an exclusive product for most of them. Trillions of thrones in that market and millions of desperate noble won eager to buy a single drop of exquisite Angel Scent no 5.
"I'll need you to obtain a hundred perfu formulas from your Magos. Sothing my House can trade with nobles, and gain easy entry...perhaps set up stores on certain Hive Worlds, keep track of cultists and genestealers with hidden auspex sensors..." I proposed as Ashuria began panting harder at my deft massage.
"Yes, whatever! Now make love to already." she demanded in a needy voice.
It will be my pleasure, sweet lady.
And after I was done with fragrant Ashuria, it was the turn of Lady Dae and her thirty needy princeps friends.
Perhaps next week, bed the new Inquisitor after she recovered from surgery? We shall see.
I quite enjoy this part of my duty, bedding pretty won from all over the galaxy, sotis making them pretty and young first, if they had valuable experience to bring in exchange.
Just like Silentia Knight, the old Knight pilot I have recovered from Icnarus. Nearly five centuries old, but she now looked about 40 and her scars had vanished, leaving only a small tattoo instead. Rejuvenate treatnt, healthy food and body training, plus a sword bout with a couple of Orks, and my new House Knight made a formidable teacher for Knight and Titan pilots alike. Even for the Lanters and Silent Sisters piloting Leviathan Dreadknights.
I also kept watch for other Freeblade pilots, locating the declared solemnly.
This ant she was important in so way to the Imperium, but I knew that already.
"And when he says watch, he ans just looking, not helping at all. It's what they do, these golden Brothers of mine. So don't count on his aid, like all the others who died at his feet." I comnted wryly, and sipped more wine.
His eyes glowed golden for a second, as if consulting his boss. Probably so.
"So aid might be allowed, against demonic forces." the Custodian muttered with a rumbling voice.
I shrugged, as I didn't expect much from the guy anyway. "Join us for a al, Brother. It's not the usual nutrigruel, but I'm sure you can digest steak and vegetables just fine, maybe even white bread."
Ossian smiled grimly and began wolfing down enough food to feed ten normal citizens.
So I turned towards the amazed Inquisitor, and raised an eyebrow. "You were saying, my dear? Sothing about the Golden Throne?"
"...Nevermind. I need a drink. In fact, I'll take a bottle." Katarinya grumbled and gulped the wine to wash away her sorrow.
"I'll be in my room, enjoying the company of a Silent Sister." I announced proudly and walked out, patting Canis on his head as he received at the door curious.
An hour later, a slightly drunk Inquisitor burst into my room and climbed all over , ignoring the three other won in my bed.
"I would like that Blank daughter now!" she demanded with a stern voice.
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