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Postby Commissar Cat » Fri May 12, 2017 9:23 am

In lieu of formal scheduling, Commissar Yorke operates under an unspoken understanding that so long as his office door is open, anyone is welcome to stop by. A warm recaff in a chipped mug, and quite likely a spare lho stick, are always on hand for a guardsman feeling not at his best.

Occasionally described as a "miscreant petting zoo", of an evening it's not unusual to find some of the more vulnerable or relaxed characters from around the base lounging around the mismatched chairs in this quiet space.
From the gently twitching Trooper Perron and his service dog, to Captain Gaskell, simply sat waiting for the commissar to end his shift and join him in the bar, to Corporal Vayne, the newly minted adjutant to the commissar struggling to finish yet another paper dump, and all in between.

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A glass-panelled office door with neatly painted lettering informs you that the first office as you enter the block belongs to one "Cmsr. R. Yorke - Morale Officer".
On closer glance it's evident that someone has used a small piece of black tape to neatly extend a P into the solo R.
A small cardboard sign taped beneath the window reads in printed letters, "NOTICE: For all medical issues, please consult the Medicae Ward." scrawled beneath in ink, "(If it's itchy and red, it's MEDICAL - not HERETICAL - I don't want to see it...)"

Strangely enough for a commissar's office, the door is left wide open. Inside is well lit and warm, mostly from the pale daylight rolling in through a set of worn blinds along a wide window.
From those available, Yorke chose an office with large, mostly intact windows, not because they offered any kind of surveillance of the base, but because they provided light, and lessened the claustrophobic atmosphere. This does mean that in winter, his room suffers from the bitter cold, and in summer, it is often necessary to wedge open any windows that aren't painted shut.

Standard strip lighting provides the rest of the illumination. Greying-white plasterboard and slate grey carpet are order of the day. However the room does appear relatively spacious, with a handful of well-made padded chairs, a heavy wooden desk piled with mixed paperwork and paperback notepads, plus a neater, secondary desk nearby.
This desk is Corporal Vayne's, and houses the recently confiscated small computer, evident from it not yet being plugged in, and the gap on Commissar Yorke's own desk. It also houses a number of stationary tidies and a well-intentioned but heart-printed coaster and mug, reading #1 Secretary in imitation children's handwriting.

A faint smell of ozone tells of a printer or copier lurking beneath one of the desks, and a vox set hums, with its own particular scent, perched in its cosy roost on a corner shelf. A far more familiar smell of leaf and foreign spice, tells of a regular Lho habit.

The clean walls are somewhat bare other than a filing cabinet and ramshackle, zip-tied cupboard, though a tall bookcase has been procured from somewhere, now overflowing with papers, folders and a few shelves of labelled box-files. The top shelf seems to be dedicated to well-read paperback novels, quite a few of which feature the words "Desperado" in the title. It seems someone is a fan of grox-rancher fiction. A middle shelf is taken up with a small battered mug rack, and a rather delicate floral tea-set.

Several local maps and charts line a back wall, recently tacked up there.
Another wall above the desk, bears a regimental pictograph, the pale, distinctive uniforms familiar to anyone who has seen the few Mordians Yorke arrived with. The observant viewer would notice it is a less formally staged picture, though aping the usual format. The guard are stood around loosely, smiling at the camera, and some sit on crates. Captain Gaskell is stood in the centre with a prominent black eye, whilst Yorke is leaning on him with one to match, a gap in his front teeth, and with a white plaster arm-cast strapped across his chest.

Corporal Vayne's desk is lined up into a quieter corner, a little away from the door and cracked windows, allowing some privacy from the glass, and better protection from noise pollution of the folk rolling past. It does not however shield him from Cat's humming, nor the commissar's excruciatingly slow typing.

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In view of avoiding a pile up of people popping in to visit the commissar, please take into consideration if someone is already present. If there are already a couple of people in the room, take a seat outside, and Commissar Yorke or Corporal Vayne will call for you once the previous talk has resolved, or we've gone 48hrs without a response in the current conversation.

Obviously with enough authority, a character may demand an audience immediately. Please be considerate of quieter or less frequent posters if doing so.

The title will indicate if Yorke is in attendance. Whilst you may come and go whether he's here or not, please PM if you wish to add or remove major props.
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Fri May 12, 2017 3:30 pm

The noises of machine steps were heard mere seconds before he entered the Office, he could will it to be completely silent but deemed it a way to announce his arrival.
Data Predator Stagsimus Pratextus arrived unbidden to the Commissar's domain, he first looked over the various machines laying about in the room. Found those that felt lazy and berated them in the strange language of the Mechanicus, they will work better now. One machine didn't reply, this was the Cogitator not yet plugged into the life support -or electricity socket and so not fully conscious unable to answer his calling.

Finally paying attention to the Biological Component's of the room, Staggy saw Cat. "Mecahnicus Tech Support" He answered before the question was even asked, it was not the original reason to his arrival, but it is now. His movement is silent once again -
now that there is no reason for that, he quickly passed by the Commissar and knelled over the Cogitator to prepare it for the holy activation and installation of Machine Spirit Updates. It was the usual Kit: Incense, Candles, Prayer Scrolls in 1s and 0s 'Lingua Technis'. One of the Flaps of his robe slightly covered the Cogitator, but it could be a simple oversight; The Tech Priest was deep in his work and individuals such as he have a tendency to completely ignore their surroundings when they prepare for rituals...

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Postby Commissar Cat » Fri May 12, 2017 10:07 pm

"Err... It's not broken, Corporal Vayne just-" Commissar Yorke paused, unsure how to say that he'd been banned from typing by his own adjutant, "-would prefer he used it."
Remembering his manners, he added, "Can I get you a drink?"

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sat May 13, 2017 10:09 am

Stagsimus did not care who would use the Cogitator, only about it's proper usage.

He raised his gaze to meet with the Commissar's "As much as Machine Oil would be preferable there is none here. Strong Recaff can be used as a substitute."

The Machine is now plugged into the Electricity Grid and the Activation sequence is being displayed on the Screen
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RUNNING UPDATER.EXE
UPDATES FOUND...
UPDATING MACHINE SPIRIT 1 of 42
PLEASE DON'T TURN OF THE COGITATOR
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The Tech Priest nodded to the Machine, completely understanding the agonizing wait of Machine Spirit Updates. He stood and took a step back

"It may require some time, The Machine is yet to be fully prepared for optimal function. I will oversee the proper ministrations."

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Postby Commissar Cat » Sat May 13, 2017 5:08 pm

"Optimal? It does take a while to start up... Generally I just unplug it at the wall when I'm done..." Cat shrugged, "Faster than trying to ask it to shut down." He patted the monitor with a soft thump and walked away before the techpriest could see his grin.

Humming to himself, he filled the kettle and made up three mugs of recaff, carefully leaving a covered mug for Vayne on his desk, away from the young corporal's neatly stacked reports.
Passing a mug to Stagsimus, Cat perched on the end of his own desk, sipping his drink and watched quietly.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sat May 13, 2017 5:52 pm

Shaking away the shock of such terrible mistreatment, the Tech Priest operated swiftly: As the Commissar was preparing the Divine Beverage that is Recaff, Staggy quickly and silently plunged the ready Mechadendrite at one of the Cogitator's ports. before moving forward to obscure it with the previous flap of his robe, oh how clumsy of him. "This may indeed be the reason why the Cogitator takes time to begin functioning, the Machine Spirit is tormented and abused! How would it feel for you to jump in and our of consciousnesses, forced to process and calculate an excruciating amount of data only to be shut down on a whim? The activation rituals must be performed so the Machine Spirit will be happy to work: you of all people know that an eager subject is the most efficient. But worry not for losing time, Cogitators are able to Hibernate, or in other words: sleep, They barely consume energy or produce noise in such state. The function usually appears between the blessed Invigoration and Shutting Down options on the Display Screen, many see it daily it but lack the knowledge of it's purpose"
When he finished the Recaff was passed to him and the function was complete, he retracted the Mechadendrite and turned to take the Recaff. Muttering "Thank you" in low Vox settings, Stagsimus extended a Mechadendrite out of his black robes, it was clutching a copy of "Know your Blessed Implants: A guide to understanding and coordinating Mechanical Implants via simple daily training of the Brain -Now in Low Gothic for Neophytes" stamped and sealed with the metal cog of the Mechanicus on the cover. "I would not have undergone such a massive risk sharing this knowledge with an uninitiated if you haven't piqued my interest, Commissar. Care to elaborate more on the Arm? It's design is very peculiar..."
His Metal Hand holds the mug and getting it closer to the mouthpiece, a sound of slurping was heard even though the tech priest clearly lacks an actual mouth.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Sat May 13, 2017 6:39 pm

"It was a joke, Stagsimus." Cat raised his hand gently, signalling calm, "I know how to close the machine down. I used to be more proficient at using them than most of us mere luddites." he smiled and winked, "Don't tell Corporal Vayne, I think that he believes me rather antiquated, it wouldn't do to blow my deeply uncool image."

The commissar didn't move to take the leaflet, his eyes resting uneasily on the mechadendrite holding it, until Stagsimus spoke. He looked at his organic arm and extended the fingers, "Looks like a hand to me. Five fingers, goes flap if I move the wrist..."
Cat knew exactly what the techpriest meant, he just had mischief to spare that afternoon.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sat May 13, 2017 6:51 pm

"I was meaning about it's origin, Commissar. The materials, design and refinement are beyond regular Standard Issue Limb Replacement."
The Xenarite added. "You can speak freely, my interest is purely academic."

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Postby Commissar Cat » Sat May 13, 2017 7:42 pm

Cat realised his tomfoolery was falling short, and sighed quietly. He didn't really want to talk about the limb at all, its origin and the fact it existed, were not a part of his life he relished. Quite the opposite.

"I wouldn't know what is standard... I can tell you who made it, and why it is mine." the commissar sat back down on the desk. Running his hand through his hair, he sighed again, "I served as part of a regiment who were based in a starship, not a fixed planet. For years, we would deploy, be collected and move on. The Caput Inter Nubila." Cat rolled his shirt sleeve up, showing the small cursive engraving on his metal forearm.

"In my time I have always treated those around me with the care and respect they deserve as human beings, regardless of their position. I taught our men to do the same." Yorke suspected the data predator would understand the inference that guard as a whole did not readily socialise with psykers or the members of the adeptus mechanicus. "Because of this attitude, when I was blown off a tank by a lascannon, it was not only medics who ran to my side. The techpriests from the tank column got there first, in fact. The enginseers worked to keep me alive, and when I had recovered, their manager aboard the Nubila personally created my arm and hearing replacements. Designed to match my proportions and gesture range."

Cat stared into the middle distance, "I got to thank him before- Well, I got to thank him. He was a remarkable man. Didn't suffer fools gladly, but had patience with me. He's the only one I would trust to edit my bionics, they were his design, and he was no war-smith." he sighed again, "He'd be frustrated but unsurprised that I never learned to use it."

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sat May 13, 2017 8:09 pm

"Past tense?" The Tech Priest asked "You are here, so what happened to the vessal? Is the Tech Priest still operating?"
While Stagsimus was mainly concerned about the tecnique used in the arm's creation, there was a tingle of geniuene concern in this question. No matter how far, the Cult Mechanicus is a family, exept the Orthodox ones, they are not cool.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Sat May 13, 2017 9:00 pm

"The ship is fine. Oliver, to the best of my knowledge is fine, probably still knocking around somewhere." Cat looked away, slightly uncomfortable, "We parted ways. On good terms, but not for the happiest of reasons. The first time because I was sent to prison on false charges... Which he and many others personally aided in clearing. The second time... Well, after I was freed, Valmaria was deemed the quietest place to send everyone involved."

The commissar placed his empty mug on his desk and retreated to his chair, signalling this particular avenue of discussion was far from his favourite.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sat May 13, 2017 9:26 pm

"Then the best way to remeber Oliver is to honour his effort and control your arm properly." He placed the book in front of Cat and removed the seal and the name with a sharp blade on the end of a second Mechadendrite. The The Tech Priest himself was behind the Cogitator again to ensure the activation sequence is proceeding without issues. "This Book contains the Omnissiah's lessons to his students about how to control the extensive modifications we have to replace the flesh. I have earased the boring parts and the more sacred knowledge so it is mainly practical knowledge for your use. You will be able to utilize your arm's full potential and not repeat the display a week earlier, I will not be always nearby to repair your weak flesh parts." He said not tearing his gaze away from the screen, incense clasped between his hands.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Mon May 15, 2017 11:40 am

Cat glanced down at the book, "Oliver knew me well enough to accept that it was my choice and part of my healing, to deal with his gifts at my own pace." he shrugged, and winced slightly, before smiling, "It would not have angered him that I felt this way, nor greatly surprised him. We spent long enough inside the very walls of the ship, talking, and he watched out for me day to day." the commissar didn't seem to realise quite how unusual being taken into the inner workings of a starship was, for one not involved in its upkeep.

"Now is this going to take long? It's just that if I need to have someone here for a consultation, they may need privacy..." Cat was quietly eyeing up his small bunk, his work done for the day, he quite fancied an afternoon siesta.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Tue May 16, 2017 11:30 am

The Tech Priest was already quickening the process of the revered updates. He knew when he was not welcome and if the Commissar refuses this covert attempt at forging an alliance he can die for his foolishness for not unlocking the arm's full potential. At any rate, Staggy will be the first to claim it.

The Code was already added to the updates of the Cogitator, so there was some gain from this small trip. All that is left is to wait. The waiting could be done without him as Staggy had more productive matters to attend. Even in sleep the Commissar could easily smell it if the Cogitator will self combust should the updates go poorly.

"My involvement in the process is complete. Let the machine spirit progress and sort the activation out at it's own pace." Stagsimus passed Cat's desk, picking the manual with a mechadendrite on his way out, leaving it here is too much of a risk and the manual will be given to someone who appreciates the Omnissiah's gifts and is ready to befriend his emissaries.
"I wish you a productive day, the machines here will be regardless."

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Postby Commissar Cat » Tue May 16, 2017 5:18 pm

"Thank you, Stagsimus, I'm sure Corporal Vayne will be pleased by the updates. I'm trying to teach him the local systems, that he may keep this line of work should the enemy have more designs on my life..." Cat smiled, though a slight sadness affected his expression and tone.

He stood a little unsteadily and saluted the techpriest with his bionic, forming a rather archaic gesture of respect of the Adeptus Mechanicus, usually called the Cog, but in the commissar's case, more likely called the Loose Screw.
Watching the techpriest retrieve his book, Cat lowered his voice, "Don't take my stubbornness as insult, Stagsimus, I do appreciate your concern. It's just that I have experiences that leave me less than comfortable with augmetics..." he looked away, slightly subdued, "...Especially those which I did not ask for. You probably saw my reaction to DeGrotto's Aide. I'm not proud."
Looking back to the data predator, he sighed and smiled, "All wounds need time. Pride and confidence especially."

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Wed May 17, 2017 5:18 am

"And the Machine replaces the Fleshy scars" Stagsimus concluded with his unchanging voice, there was no evident accusation or question, merely stating a fact. "Farewell, Commissar" He Cog'ed, exited through the door and went on his way outside, back to a cart filled with the nessecary parts required for fixing a Tank. This was a productive diversion on his way. Alliance with a Commissar could be possible yet and even if it will not happen, anouther source of Intel on the ongoing events is indeed a boon.

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Congratulations! The Cogitator is working exceptionally well and paperwork becomes much easier, but there's a little catch: Staggy hid a program there to spy on you and gained the machine's loyalty!]]

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Postby Commissar Cat » Mon May 22, 2017 7:19 pm

Cat tilted his head, smiled and nodded. As Stagsimus exited, and the door fell closed with a soft click, the commissar remained on his feet, eyes drifting involuntarily to the camping bunk by the wall.
Cassius was out speaking with that curious munitorum clerk, Yorke had finished what little he'd been allowed to scrawl today by the adjutant, and it was shaping up to be a pleasantly sunny afternoon...

Pausing to place a thermal pad under the corporal's recaff, Cat padded to the cot, tossed his greatcoat over the nearby chair, and lay down with a distinct lack of finesse, cap slung over his eyes. As with his feline counterpart, he was somewhat vulnerable to napping in sunbeams.

The computer hummed quietly nearby, and the warm white-noise mixed with the faint sounds from outside soon lulled the Commissar into napping. Faint snoring became audible from the corridor, were you to listen for it.

[[Anyone entering may roll Clever or Sneaky to avoid waking him up, if you wish to be mischievous and wake the poor commissar suddenly. He sleeps very soundly.]]

((@Johan: I'm not objecting to this idea, I think it's kinda cool, but I'm checking if you're certain you wanna do this?
If you wanna say that the coding takes effect for a certain period of time, that probably works out safer for Staggy.

You will have to give a difficulty for other admech visitors finding and removing the coding.
Considering Cat and Vayne do not possess any tech use, it needs to be a fair roll, because they depend on outside help to remove this from their own setting.
Tracking it back to Staggy would obviously be harder.))

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Postby Aishachan » Mon May 22, 2017 10:50 pm

Makarov had a general idea of where all the commissars offices were in the block, and could find where she needed to go without too much issue. It was, after all, not a particularly large group- at least in comparison to the groups they were attached to- and it paid to know one another well. So she knew where Yorke was, and that he had a particularly nice office- not as nice as Holts- but nice none the less. It had windows, working lights and room enough for multiple desks, shelves, chairs and a cot.

Marching down the hall to his office she took once last glance through the file on her data slate. She'd left her greatcoat and cap in Halls office, but she didn't think the short jaunt down the hall required her full attire.

She'd been out for an embarrassingly long time with her injured ribs but had at least found the time useful to catch up on the never ending paperwork that seemed to plague the place. She'd even found time to read up on the personal files of the people that had gone on the Stultus mission, finding it important to know the folks she might work with. Most of it had been a pleasant surprise.

Most of it.

Yorkes door was closed, which was unusual for the man. He must have someone inside. So she waited. Standing, ramrod straight, hands clasped behind her, at the side of the door, she listened, but could hear no one. Was... was he even inside? She stood outside for a moment longer, then knocked on the door. Failing to get anyone coming out she decided to go in- it was in the rules that he stated for everyone, right? Well still best to be polite, so she called out.

"Commissar Yorke? Are you alright?" As she swung open the door she found him.... He hadn't been sleeping, had he?

".... Commissar Yorke, I'm not interrupting am I?"

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Postby Commissar Cat » Tue May 23, 2017 12:24 am

A deep snoring from a cot against a wall indicated that Commissar Yorke was indeed still present, and fast asleep. One arm across his chest, and the other trailing onto the floor, with his cap pulled down over his eyes to block the sunshine, Cat was the absolute picture of elegance and poise.
It was an even chance that he had either turned off his hearing, or the well-worn commissar simply possessed the ability to sleep like the dead given the opportunity.

At Zoya's inquiry, he stirred slightly, twitching a boot, and carried on snoring.

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Postby Aishachan » Tue May 23, 2017 12:58 am

Makarov just... stopped. She clicked her heels together, clasped her dataslate in front of her, just stopped and stared. He was really sleeping.

She shouldn't judge. She did the same thing, sometimes. When she stayed late in Halls office she would just clear out space on the floor and sleep in there. She had a change of everything that she needed in there, so there wasn't really an issue. The thing that worried her, at least in this situation, was that his door was unlocked and anyone could walk in and fuss around.

She rubbed at the bridge of her nose and then just let out a sigh. They were all overworked, that was all. Forcing herself to go with that she moved over to the shelves, grabbing the cups of the tea set so that she could pour for them. She grabbed a few of the novels from the shelf as well, and glanced at the picture. I remember pictures like that. she thought, idly wiping at her clean face, trying to clear away gore that only she knew was still there. Someday.

Setting the glass down she poured tea for her, and topped off whatever it looked like he'd been having, set the books down on his desk and then went to Cat himself. Smoothing her red gloved hands over her blue belt she made sure she looked presentable.

"Commissar Yorke." His name was loud and authoritative, the voice used for troops. She made sure she was standing near the bed- though not too close. She never fared too well when people loomed over her when she woke up. "Wake up. I came to talk." If she had to she would go over and shake him up... but she just didn't want to do that right away.

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