What an incredible experience it has been to build my first 40.000 army. New challenges to maintain the entirety, yet still rewarding. Here’s the latest additions, now that the force has grown in to a full scale army.
The lieutenant, first officer of the force.
Phalanx Wall-Brethren, veterans.
These servitors are as much part of the architecture of Phalanx as the arching bridges and winding corridors. Plugged in to their sockets, their function varying from cogitating units to altars, the reliquary-servitors are strapped in to idiotically replace the failing archeotech of the Phalanx. The need for upkeep like this is evergrowing, as the starfort slowly falls to ruin. As the battlecode surges to noosphere, these servitors unplug themselves, lashing with their cords and scrimshawed bones.
The numerous sectors each have their own masters of upkeep. These care-givers herd the parades of engines and servitors to war.
Down in the forgotten passages and maintenance-halls of the Phalanx the vat-cloning machines have slowly fallen to states of malcunction and decay. Automated works built to produce fluttering cherubim – that 10.000 years before sang songs of victory and held colourful tapestries in their plumb hands – are now producing gene-ruined remnants at slowing pace. Now these despicable and foul little creatures focus on fighting each other like vermin and nesting in the cathedrals. Despite their state, when war voxhorns start to thunder, they climb out of their burrows, helding makeshift banners and stolen relics while.