Warhammer 40k x Nier: Automata: Guardsman journal entry

Chapter 4: Brother

Journal log #7

It's been a week now after writing my last journal log entry, I got my shit all together now with no conflicts and the sorts. I made my home more decent and more comfortable to just sleep in safely, I got a some steady game to hunt and some fish to spear for food and supplies from those folks that I've met not long ago, and I can use my Lasgun with no worry... but I should think twice before using it though, I may have a way to get more ammunition but it can still attract attention that I want to avoid, be it those bipedal abominations and those... folks in weird black outfits with blindfolds.

I can tell you lot that those folks in black, my gut feeling has been screaming that they're bad news, especially to their floating swords on their backs and those weird floating talking boxes with arms which they kinda resemble skull servitors, they could be psykers judging by it but no symbol that can tell that they belong to a certain regiment or possibly the inquisition. If I manage to get my hands on one of those floating boxes, maybe I'd get a big sum while those mechanicus weirdos do things with it, but I pray that they don't end up like the toasters that I have been hearing about...

I realize something that made me want to have the commissar shoot me in the head for being a fucking idiot, my Lasgun ammunition can be charged with solar energy or even by letting it sit by the fire. Emperor be praised I don't think I can survive if I acted stupid like this in the future, but for now I gotta focus on getting as many shit as possible to trade with those weird folks of the camp.

It ain't gonna be a good idea to lose daylight by just complaining here on my journal having you to read all my shit... anyways this is getting nowhere, I'll check out whatever I can find at that factory building. You know that one area where I saw those two weirdos in black with their big swords, yeah I'm going back to that place and pray for the Emperor that those bipedal rust buckets are not there. Pretty annoying to deal with...

By tomorrow I have to prepare my shit and not die so I can maybe call some help from the higher ups or something, but who knows? Whatever I encounter or what I can find, I pray that the Emperor protects.

Journal log #8

Just as I remembered, bipedal scraps here and there with... blood..? But it doesn't look recent judging by how dry it is, but I'm sure that it's probably those weirdos at a camp where I traded some stuff for supplies with or maybe those people in black outfits. Fortunately they ain't here to clap my ass to the fucking warp, and lookie here as well, the factorum that I never got a chance to explore in the first place is safe judging by the junk parts from those machines. I could use some parts to modify some of my stuff and get more stuff from those weirdos that I traded with earlier, maybe fix and use the tower by the bridge to find out where in the Emperor's holy name have I ended up. And maybe I'll call for someone to help me get out of this plane-

Just now I heard something or rather someone nearby... it sounds like... a child crying..? But not in a normal kind of way, like it's... robotic? Well it be best to check whatever that is and possibly see if it's a threat or not. If it is, you know what comes next.

So the crying came from a bipedal like those small ones that hops and walk funny, and it appears to be sitting down with it's head lowered holding a rusted bucket and next to this poor bastard is a larger bipedal but with arms missing and legs that are damaged which happens to be drenched in oil, possibly some leftovers from the factorum. I'm not sure what to do in this situation, it could be trap or something but I can't say for sure... it just sits there still crying but what shocked me is that the small bipedal uttered the word "Brother". I fail to comprehend as to why it said that, Machines honestly do not understand the concept of family much like those servitors back from where I was deployed previously.

Right then, I'll try to get this over it and try to put it out of it's misery, seeing all this play out is heresy... but is it..?

And so I just pull out my Lasgun and approach the damned thing, making sure it's loaded before aiming it at it's head with the bayonet on my gun touching it's round head between it's eyes, this thing stared right back at me with no signs of struggle or attempts to escape, it just sits there as it cries but not as much as I'm standing over it, just one pull from the trigger and wipe this display of a machine imitating something human from this world... just... one...

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I-...

I can't...

I can't bring myself to do it... this is just shooting some random grieving child but what good am I to just shoot a fucking child just because it's heresy? It doesn't show any signs of it having influence from the warp.

So I just decided to show the lil shit mercy and just leave it there while I carry back as many junk that I can carry for modifying something and for trading.

It's not a bad haul I suppose, got something to trade with those guys at that camp area, and my looks like my luck has finally kicked in, I found myself a fine looking bicycle but of course it's rusted and some parts are missing, luckily I got the right parts to repair this thing and I can travel from different places much easier, If I get even luckier I can have this motorized.

Oh great... the lil shit from before is following me now for some reason, I kept telling to go away but it shows no sign to budge. I could shoot it but like I said from before, I honestly can't bring myself to do it... unless a Commissar is there which I HAVE TO. But I gave up and just let it follow me wherever I go but I'm still annoyed that it kept calling me it's brother, like seriously we ain't nothing alike and I don't need this right now...

Journal log #9

Well I manage to get home safely with all the shit I need to repair the bike and set up the goods for trade... and there's that lil shit just standing next to me for some reason, it followed me home but it ain't showing any hostility towards me which is good I suppose? But I still have my doubts, it kept insisting on calling me it's "brother" for some reason but as long as it's not gonna tear my ass open and wear it like those fucking creepy fucks called the flayers or something... then it should be fine then.

Actually having this lil shit around is making things easier around here, I can have it fetch me some tools while I'm busy fixing something, help me with fixing my place and it doesn't need to eat or anything like that so it's good to have this lil shit, I mean it could do all those as long as I play with it of course and let me tell you it was a different experience from what I'm used to... which is being deployed and do whatever the Governor and the Commissar tell me what to do like shoot this guy or "fix bayonets." It was a pretty nice change I suppose but I can't let that distract me from the fact that it is one of those machines that attacked me during my time here. I kept my guard up during the time...

The bike is complete so I can easily get around places pretty easily and I still need something to drag along with my bike for some stuff to together, but that would just give me a problem by slowing my movement, because I saw some of those freaky bipedal fucks run more faster than the rest so I would rather travel more faster than getting those things reduce me to red paste. Man if only I could get my hands on those bikes that those space marines have... I mean their loud yes but a man can dream aye?

Just now I heard a loud howl or a scream somewhere at the NorthWest from my hideout here, it sounded like a young male's voice... could it be someone is here with me..?

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I can't be too careful with whatever that was, it could be those weirdos in black outfits for all I know, they could split my head open with a flick of their finger. But I will investigate the area for more scraps for both tuning my stuff and for trade possibility some stuff that help me out more.

I will end this log here for now but I will record more if something interesting were to occur, and just to so I could have a company in a way who could understand me- Listen I know you're going to think that I should learn how to speak their fucking language and let me tell you, As long as I don't lose time and it doesn't cause me to explode like the other guy from that one time. I'm still surprised that I still survived, but never mind that. You'll be hearing from me soon.

[To be continued]