Warhammer 40k x Nier: Automata: Guardsman journal entry

Chapter 7: Abominable Maiden

Journal log #17

I learned something interesting about the two individuals in black that I've called weirdos in my previous logs, well their names are apparently "2B" and "9S" which are kinda short and simple for their kind, whilst the ones from the Adeptus Mechanicus so called "skitarii" have more weirder names which I cannot recall but I can't even bother remembering for how complicated it is, but at the very least it felt like talking to actual people than just being awkward with whatever those tech priests are, especially the servitors. 9S is the short white haired lad with a black outfit and a blindfold which they just refer to em as "visors", the getup itself looks quite fancy despite it being uniform made for recon missions and such, a sword with a single edge which I haven't seen before yet familiar...(probably a weapon of those fucking T'aus, like the farsight conclave.)

And then there's 2B who's the lass with short white hair and same kind of outfit as 9S but it's a dress... and revealing mind you... (Okay seriously who made their uniforms? I see no strategic or functional point about the designs.) She is quite terrifying now that I think about it, judging by how she can maneuver around the field like an eldar dodging many blows with elegance. (More like bullshit if you ask me, am I right?) And she carries the same big sword that I was trying to pull out of the ground but was unable to due to how fucking heavy it is despite the weird design of the blade. We talked for a bit while we are making our way to a location that we are assigned to, the pair said to me that they received some sort of distress signal from said location and try to save whoever sent the signal. If there's any at least, I mean from where I am, I expect a lot of people to die in situations like this and should just ignore it since I'm trying to keep myself alive, but these two seems to be more keen into trying to save whoever sent the signal. Admirable, but we'll see if things work out for these two.

While I'm writing my entry, 9S is pretty curious about my journal and asked where I was from. I mean I would've said fuck off and mind his own business but come on now, I'm not an asshole and I don't really want to be on their bad side since I've seen them in action, they could just split me in half before I could even react. Then again I don't really want to reveal anything about it, probably put the imperium at risk but I don't really doubt their power to be honest, a squad of space marine could just wreck havoc whoever these fellows are and the bipedal fucks. Hell, even a regiment of guardsmen could be enough to wreck havoc, I can already picture it now.

Even when we talked for a while, 2B doesn't seem to be keen on keeping up with conversation that she deems "irrelevant to the mission" or "unnecessary", but for 9S on the other hand is trying his best to come up with a topic or even bring up something he had discovered in the past. I mean I get why 2B is focused on getting on the job done, judging by the way she behaves, being close to a skitarri and a space marine. If you don't know what a skitarri is they're similar to a tech priest and servitors, used as soldiers by the tech priest to scavenge planets/raze something to the ground only for them to salvage later. I heard a rumour about them one time, two of them aided a techpriest to salvage ancient tech or xenos tech and for some reason they go after a refrigerator that has the aesthetic of one of the xenos called the Necrons. If you don't know what those things are, they're basically mechanical xenos with skeletal-like appearance and their guns can reduce people like me to nothingness.

Just the walk itself is just awkward in general, despite understanding whatever they're saying I am incapable of responding back since I do not speak their language, 9S did try his best to have me and 2B engage with a topic to keep morals high I suppose, good lad but something tells me that there's more to these two than meets the eye. They asked me for my name when we were walking, which of course I refused to tell them and I just point the number on my uniform so they refer to me as such. (I can't really trust them with my name just yet, for all I know they could be body snatching xenos and replace me with a robotic clone of myself. Also the fact that my name is still classified information, even though I'm that special considering an endless sea of souls who are also like me throughout the galaxy. It's kinda sad really...)