living sainte

Daft punk but tau.

Sisters rock out with their guitars vs the t'au keyboards.

Massive crowd surround the two bands, cheering.

Necron who lives near the arena trying to sleep.

Wholesome Daemonett opening a free hug booth.

Inquisitor trying to decide if the heresy is actually a loss meme reference.

A Techpriest encouraging others to fight on.

Dancing 'Stealers.

A plague marine visiting the doctor.

Magnus doing homework while watching Big E play catch with Russ through a window.

SoB showing off her armour has pockets.

Amberly buying a Cain pinup poster.

Saitama KO Horus while walking to the shops.

Guardsman with Sororitas pillow.

Vindicare assassin, but caked up.

Железные полулюди

The Leagues might want to be a bit more subtle about the Ironkin. These are true mechanical intellects, created by the Votann – and they’re computationally advanced enough that they’ve learned to mimic Kin social behaviour, fully integrated into League society as equal partners. Whether made from meat or metal – Kin are Kin.

Each Ironkin consists of a Cerebral Unit – woven with microfield generators that make it very hard to destroy – and a unique mechanical body. An Ironkin’s body isn’t just some component to be replaced – it’s deeply personal, as much as the bodies of their fleshy cousins, and designed to fulfil a certain niche, such as mining support units, cargo luggers, combat pilots, or shock troopers. Some Ironkin even serve as Wayfinders, whose accelerated logic-cores help them cogitate probable paths through the warp. 

The purpose of the Ironkin is to support the Kin in every aspect of their lives, but it’s important to know that they’re not held in servitude, nor treated as lessers. They’re simply designed to want to be helpful. However, as artificial beings, they can only imitate the emotions of their biological fellows – it’s rare (but not unknown) for an Ironkin to possess ambition, or seek to become a leader.