I have always been interested in Sci Fi etc... and therefore Warhammer related things from Fighting Fantasy books to role play (that's the dice and character sheet kind and not the dressing up kind) to Hero Quest and Space Crusade. I had always wanted to collect 40k figures but was put off by the stigma of them being expensive.

However I have been building plastic model aircraft kits (Airfix etc...) from a young age, and after many years the models were getting bigger and more complicated, just to keep me occupied for a reasonable amount of time (I can complete a 1:48 or 1:32 scale model in well under a week, while trying to take my time, a 1:72 scale barely takes a day). The last model I built was a 1:24 scale Hawker Hurricane, which was a nice challenge, but it is half a meter wide and I was now having serious problems finding space to display all my models.
However, I still went back to the model shop to look for the next model and while looking along the shelves the only models I could see that would challenge me were a) huge and b) expensive. I then decided to look at the small section of Warhammer models available and realised that I could buy 1, huge, model plane or helicopter or 15 small model chappies for about the same price which would keep me busy for longer and take less space to display. So I bought a Space Marine Tactical squad and a Terminator Assault squad and thus began my next collection of models.

Now you may realise that I'm not collecting 40k miniatures for the sake of gaming (although I may give it a go one day once I have all that's required) I am a modeller and painter first. This however led to an issue, I had already painted all the miniatures from both Hero Quest and Space Crusade while between models, and I found that I was getting bored painting more than a couple of miniature generally the same colour. So if painting 5 Space Marines all blue or red or yellow was a bit boring than I knew I wouldn't stick to a whole army a chaps / monsters if they all had to be the same colour. I will admit, an army where all the pieces are tied in together in a uniform colour scheme does look good, but it's not something I was going to paint. As usual, when I don't want to follow the rules, I'll make up an excuse...

I've always liked the idea of Chaos armies but when looking into the armies they still looked too ordered for me and the idea struck me: Coming from a scientific background my understanding of chaos stems from Entropy, which is a measure of the degree of disorder in a system and leads into the second law of thermodynamics (hence the army name) which basically states that the entropy, or disorder, of a system will always increase (a good excuse for those of you who don't like tidying up is that you are just fighting against nature). So I decided to create an army that was completely mixed and therefore completely disordered and therefore "true" Chaos. And being a scientist myself, it had to start from a typical mad scientist.

Shortly after the Zeist Campaign (999.M41) a small but diffuse cluster of star systems in an area of Ultramar and previously known to harbour civilisations was found devoid of all sentient life. It was thought that this might be due to the Tau or Tyranid infestation, but upon inspection the destruction was not typical of either race; The only remaining signs that a planet had supported a thriving civilisation was the crumbling remains of their structures and buildings. All machinery, resources and, more perplexing, any traces of the bodies of man or animal were absent. The plant life however, was thriving. From studying the degree to which the flora had encroached and covered the ruins of once great civilisations, it could be calculated that these planets had been deserted for centuries and no clue was given as to where or why all the people and fauna had gone. The greatest mystery was that one planet, near the middle of this cluster of star-systems, was completely missing and records showed that nothing has been written about this planet since early M35.

Unknown to the Imperial forces that found this mystery, the missing planet was not missing, but hidden to their instruments, their psykers and their naked eyes. This was the home of the Army of the Second Law.
Headed by The Mad Scientist, who's name is long forgotten. A genius left alone on a planet wiped clean of all sentient life by one of his experiments (M35); an experiment that granted him immortality and the collective knowledge and memories of the whole planet, he was slowly driven mad by this knowledge and loneliness while perfecting his techniques and experiments over thousands of years, on the surrounding star-systems.

He developed an obsession for "true" chaos, through the study of the natural increase in the disorder of his home world as the familiar surroundings of a once great civilised (ordered) planet crumbled to dust to be replaced by the randomness of the untouched flora of the planet.
He was persuaded in his madness by the voices in his head that a fictitious god of disorder had tasked him with fighting the tide of order and uniformity created by the habitation of sentient beings throughout the galaxy. He therefore had to increase the disorder in the universe as he believed it should be and that the very nature of the universe tends towards without the structure and order brought about by civilisation. Without his help, he believed, the universe would die when the "unnatural" levels of order became too great.
He does not believe that all life should be destroyed, just that the structure of the various societies should be disrupted and randomised. Any that stand in his way, however, will die. After all, he's on a mission from god.

He therefore set about planning to build an army to spread death, disorder and destruction from one world to the next, destroying infrastructures and spreading "true" chaos, the greater the degree of destruction the better for disorder. An ordered and regimented army, however, just wouldn't do and he set about it's creation as he did for any of his experiments, by bringing together random pieces or elements and mixing them up in one pot.

He ensnared a drifting space hulk (possibly as early as M36), with a kind of tractor beam he invented for the purpose, and brought it in to crash into the planets surface killing nearly all life aboard which consisted of a large population of Tyranids and a small band of space marines that were exploring the hulk at the time. The survivors were left to die on their own or picked off by robotic drones created, but hated due to their lack of disorder, by The Scientist.
The hulk, a collection of ancient and more recent spacecraft, granted The Scientist access (using the robotic probes he designed and built, themselves from ancient knowledge) to the raw material he required to start his army, body parts. He also discovered a vast collection of wargear, equipment and STC data aboard the hulk.

He set about rebuilding whole bodies from what he found and learning about the unique biology of the various species from dissection and by absorbing the knowledge and memories of the dead.
Using all manner of techniques he persuaded, tortured, and brainwashed the reanimated, disembodied, heads of the creatures and humans to follow his command and believe in what he believed. He also implanted small bioelectronic devices into the skulls of his army that would allow the various species to recognise each other as "friends", either directly or by a sort of hallucination to disguise the different, hostile, species. Anyone else, therefore, was recognised as foe in a similar way.
He could then breath life back into the reassembled bodies and use extracted DNA to clone further members of his army that could be brainwashed from scratch and trained by memory implants.

He then sent small scouting parties to raid other planets, particularly scenes of recent battles for fresh and diverse "raw materials" to increase his disordered army and to supply various pieces of hardware required for weapons and vehicles, ready to spread the word of randomness to the rest of the universe. He also utilised techniques to lure "raw materials" directly to his planet in some cases.
He has also developed the transportation technology of the various species encountered through the universe to allow retrieval of equipment and "raw materials" from the battlefield so as to avoid loosing precious hardware and to acquire more from opponents during and after battle. His technology cannot be used to transport his army across the battlefield, only to transfer anything, with one of his transport gizmos attached, to his ship in orbit. All members of his army have a gizmo implanted together with the behaviour implant and all pieces of armour and weaponry have one or more of their own.

Tyranids
As the majority of the samples first obtained by The Scientist a lot of his early experiments were with these creatures. In probing the minds of the bodies recovered he learnt that they could easily be recruited to his army by careful direction of their hunger to consume all bio-matter and only required implants to prevent them attacking absolutely everything, for example, the other members of his army. However, to direct them he needed something more, a synapse creature. He learnt of the hive mind and the way that a consciousness was spread throughout all the tyranids. The remains of a synapse creature was found within the crashed hulk, but was too badly damaged to be of direct use. It's DNA was used to clone two new creatures; one to act as a general, to control the lesser tyranids on the battlefield and the other to disguise his own planet and base of operations from the hive mind. A great deal of electronics were required to keep these two from realising that they were no longer working as part of the hive but against it.

Spacemarines
Also found aboard the crashed hulk. Biologically easier to work with initially than the tyranids due to The Scientists greater knowledge of the human body. However, psychologically the marines were harder to break than the tyranids due to their religion and morals, but it was not impossible. Absorbing the individual knowledge and memory of each marine gave The Scientist the advantage of knowing their personal weaknesses and given time to work with their disembodied heads using physical and mental torture was able to make the marines susceptible to accept personal programmed delusions into their minds via The Scientist's bioelectronic implants. Each marine believed that they were still fighting for the Emperor and they were standing side by side with the other members of their original chapter.

Dark Eldar
Lured to the planet by the apparent (but faked) bounty of plentiful, peaceful, easy prey for their slaves, the dark eldar raiding party was surprised by an ambush of tyranids (the first and not quite perfect batch, possibly as early as M38). The survivors who escaped with their lives unknowingly left all that The Scientist wanted in reality, the bodies of their dead. From their minds, The Scientist learnt a lot more about torture techniques from the experts of torture and put this to good use on others and on those that supplied him with this knowledge. He also learnt a great deal about the physiology and anatomies of all the other star-faring races of the galaxy from the dark eldar, the information being extremely useful in advance of choosing and collecting members of these races.

Eldar
More difficult to find than their dark brethren, The Scientist acquired a great deal of information about them from the dark eldar which helped once "raw materials" were found. The first eldar acquired were a small pirate band that attacked a dummy ship which appeared to be lost in empty space but was actually a trap orbiting the planet (which was hidden to their instruments and their minds). Once boarded, the ship automatically dived into the planets atmosphere and crashed into the surface, killing all on board. The Scientist then went to work as usual. Due to the use of spirit stones by the eldar, resurrection of their dead bodies and minds proved difficult and he decided on a different approach that involved capturing them alive, a task that the dark eldar forces, together with some of the tyranids at his disposal proved useful in achieving. Their heightened response to emotions gave The Scientist the edge in brainwashing them, however.

Orks
Orks were the easiest to find "raw materials" for, due to the volume of warring orks and therefore dead orks throughout the galaxy. They were also easy to "persuade" into fighting in the army due to their violent and impulsive nature. The bioelectronic devices implanted in the orks led them to believe that The Scientist was the biggest, hardest ork they have ever seen and they wouldn't therefore ever challenge him. The devices also inhibit their violent tendencies whilst not on the battlefield to avoid accidents that would waste too much time. Collecting and controlling the distribution of the ork spores allowed The Scientist to grow any number of new orks to swell his army's ranks in a controlled manner. Due to their unique, genetically engineered, biology The Scientist found the ork body particularly easy to work with.

The Tau
"Raw materials" were gathered by sending a craft into the nearby Tau controlled space under the guise of friendship and then capturing the delegate, a technician (that was sent to aid repair to the apparently stricken ship) and their guards while onboard and returning to The Scientist on his planet. Further "raw materials" were gathered from battlefields during the Zeist Campaign. The army recruits are led to believe that they are still fighting for the greater good by the use of the bioelectronic implants. Their technological knowledge has proved useful to The Scientist.

The Imperial Guard
Due to The Scientist's great knowledge of the human body, he required few examples of actual Imperial guard soldiers to clone members for his army and the nearby human-controlled star-systems supplied ample "raw materials". It was however, necessary to steal equipment to outfit the clones (this was not difficult with the current members of the army). The soldiers were brought up to believe that who and what they were fighting for and fighting with were normal and so required little in electronic "aids" to add them to the army. Each soldier is also implanted with the memories of the training needed to fight effectively.

Necrons
The Scientist has yet to acquire a single specimen to study and has various plans in action to rectify this, although he finds their uniformity abhorrent. It is only a matter of time though and The Scientist has lots of time.
Having studied and observed, via probes and infiltrators, The Scientist has seen some usefulness in incorporating Necrons into the army. The Scientist has seen the fear, panic and disruption caused upon the mere sight of emotionless, metal killing machines and knows how useful this could be in his mission.
However capturing an intact Necron (or even substantial parts) has proven difficult, and so The Scientist (having acquired small quantities of the Necron metal) has started to experiment with replicating the metal and building his own "men of metal" and implanting the minds of others into the constructs.

Chaos Daemons
The Scientist has yet to determine a method to recruit daemons into his army. He respects the chaotic nature of the daemons, but has doubts as to brainwashing them, maybe he could strike a deal somehow...

Chaos Space Marines
Like the Chaos daemons, the Chaos Space Marines are unlikely to be brainwashed into joining the army directly. But The Scientist has plans in action to corrupt loyal Space Marines while directing them to his cause.
Having acquired various Chaos artefacts, The Scientist has experimented with exposing the minds and bodies of Space Marines, already under his control, to the artefacts for varying amounts of time. It can only be a matter of time before some benefit for the army is discovered or contact is established with those "lesser" Chaos gods...

During or after battle The Scientist's minions will collect "raw materials" and equipment from the enemy, win or lose, he will always escape harm with the additional knowledge and materials to create more soldiers for his ever increasing (and increasingly random) army.

That's the Fluff, Pics to follow... Once I work out how to get pics on here?!?

Personal Journal.
Day -1. Tomorrow I shall perform an historic experiment. The past decades of my life have led up to this point. I have detailed my previous experiments of knowledge sharing. There have been set backs, of course, but recent results with small mammals has shown that it is possible to take the knowledge of one or many individuals and implant it into others of the same or different species with no ill affects. I have scaled these experiments up to large groups and implanted many lifetimes worth of experience into one individual, officially a simple primate, unofficially... myself.

If tomorrows experiment works as I have calculated I will implant the knowledge of everyone and everything within range of my transmitter into my mind. This will increase my (already substantial) intelligence exponentially and I will instantly "learn" all the skills of anyone within a 50 mile radius as if I had spent years mastering them myself.
Not only will I be hailed as a genius, I will become a genius the likes of which has never been seen.

I will then be able to perfect the equipment for the application of helping those that are, shall we say, a bit dumb. Also, learning skills and knowledge will merely be a matter of sitting in a chamber and having the required knowledge implanted. Maybe I'll be able to overcome the problem of brain damage when too much information in implanted into a brain that cannot take it. Sadly, at first, some people will not be able to become instant genius', but everyone can be improved to greater or lesser extents.

Day 0. I am leaving this journal, together with my notebooks, in case something should go wrong with today's experiment. If someone should find this, follow my footsteps carefully, many things can go wrong with knowledge transfer... Zero hour approaches, there's no turning back now.

Day +2. I KNOW EVERYTHING!!! There was an electrical storm that was nearby that I didn't know about at the time, that was stupid of me. It boosted the signal I used and I have absorbed the memories and knowledge of every single living being on the planet... My initial calculations showed that even I would not be able to absorb so much knowledge but they were wrong, I see that now, and I see that with minor modifications to my equipment (most of which I have already performed) I can implant much more information into any brain, it just requires the correct compression and a little reprogramming of the memory centres. I can't wait to publish these results, no one believed and will not believe what is possible (I know). But it is now undeniable, I have proof... I even know what it's like to be a blade of grass in a freshly mown lawn, the pain the pain...

Scientific Notes. Tyr213: An interesting species, the tyranids, they will kill and eat (if possible) any organic matter placed before them. They can learn to overcome obstacles, usually in the most destructive way possible, but they cannot be trained. For example; Hormagaunt 03 was placed in an empty room that it could not escape from. It tried to escape by damaging the walls and floor for 3 days straight with little rest, truly remarkable stamina. Then suddenly it just stopped and went into a hibernation-like state and stayed like that seemingly indefinitely (30 days at least in tests).

The introduction of organic matter, be it in the shape of flora or fauna (animal or man) resulted in 03 instantly attacking and devouring all that it could. That is probably unremarkable and unsurprising, but when placed in similar circumstances where killing or eating the organic matter would result in a gentle shock (not quite enough to kill it, but should certainly discourage it); 03 would, without hesitation, kill and (attempt to) eat it's prey and would do this repeatedly. Even upping the shock and killing 03 would not teach it to leave the prey creature alone upon revival. You could probably teach an ork this simple lesson without much trouble, Note to self: Try this experiment with an ork.

SN-Tyr 245: Implanting the knowledge from the varied tyranid creatures found on board the hulk was an enlightening experience. I have learnt that they share a consciousness that is linked to much greater intellects over immense distances, I have been able to calculate the distance and judging by the information within these few samples I know when and where they expect to arrive (see 242-244 and the following entries).

I know that the vast majority of the tyranids are essentially mindless, driven only by instinct and the direction of the "hive mind", however there are a few larger specimens that have possession of their own faculties and act as a kind of booster or relay station for the "hive mind". I have one here and am in the process of cloning it. Once complete, one of the clones will serve to control the lesser tyranids and another one or two I'll use to shield my planet and army from the hive as I do electronically for other species' sensors.

SN-Tyr 462: From experiments on the genetic make up of these creatures I have discovered their big secret, it's remarkable where they originated from and how they "evolved" before they started on their "mission", the reasons for all this can only be guessed at.

Also, I have unlocked the ability to blend the genetics from one tyranid to another allowing me the ability to replace lost limbs and weapons for the more "damaged" soldiers with whatever I choose.

SN-Tyr 534: The majority of soldiers have accepted their implants, work well and do as commanded. A few have had problems with accepting their fate, as it were, and have caused minor problems requiring destruction by detonation of the brain implant (I have only been killed once and that was a lucky strike, the poor, deluded, little monster). The replacement clones have proved easier to work with as their mixed genetic code has allowed me to start with a blank slate.

Dîn-Curunir was a bonesinger and had been for many years. It would soon be time to leave the path of shaping and choose a new path, but he was not worried about this today, he had just completed a work of art for the Autarch and was heading back to his quarters, tomorrow would be a new day. Dîn-Curunir was so content that he failed to notice that he was being followed, although even the most observant of people may well have failed to notice this stalker, for he blended in to the crowds and passer-bys that were ever present in the narrow corridors of the craftworld as if he was meant to be there.

The stalker had in fact been there before, on the craftworld, had lived and worked there much as Dîn-Curunir and countless others did. His name was Ringuial before he was taken to The Scientist, now he was just a number. Ringuial did not miss his name or his past life, indeed he did not even realise that there was anything to miss. But he knew he had a mission to complete, and to do that he had to follow Dîn-Curunir.

Dîn-Curunir took the long route home, through the public garden that was near to his quarters. He met a friend there and talked a little while before arranging to meet the next day, without knowing that he would not make it and would never be seen and never see or remember that beautiful garden again.

Dîn-Curunir had not been back at his quarters long, before he heard a quiet knocking at the door. Upon opening the door he saw a package on the floor, it was plain and had no marking on the outside. He reached down and picked the package up, it was light but appeared to have something of substance loose inside. Just as Dîn-Curunir was about to shut the door he noticed a piece of wraithbone, as thin as a keycard, that must have been underneath the package. He picked up the wraithbone and returned inside his quarters, closing the door behind him.

The piece of wraithbone looked as if it had been carefully cut from something larger, as skilled as Dîn-Curunir was at shaping waithbone he could have done little better at shaping the piece into a thin rectangle, he marvelled at the perfection of the edges knowing the skill required to achieve such a feat. Carved on the other side of the wraithbone were three words; Open The Box. Dîn-Curunir, immediately curious, put the wraithbone down on the table next to the box and started to open the package. There was nothing special about the box, but the contents was very interesting. What was inside was an electronic device made from a metal of some sort and pieces of carved waithbone, how was this possible? he thought. Who had done this? and why had they seemingly given it to him?

Dîn-Curunir reached inside the box to lift the device out and study it closer. As soon as he touched it there was a "fop" and everything went black. In the blackness Dîn-Curunir could tell that he was no longer in his quarters, but a smallish room with metal walls, the sheen was discernable by a small light-source in the middle of the low ceiling above him. There was something on the floor by his foot and bending down to study it noted that it was the device that had been in the box, he decided not to touch it again and stood up and started to make towards the wall of the chamber. No sooner had he taken one step a bright light blinded him and a voice came to him from the darkness.
"Hello, you liked my toy yes? I thought you would. Welcome to my recruiting ship. We were parked no more that 100 meters from the craftworld you called home and am now travelling away away-O."
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" asked Dîn-Curunir sternly.
"No need to take that tone with me. You will create and repair wraithbone for me and my army, yes you will. You will do this willingly, I do not need your permission, no, I will let you keep all the knowledge that you will need... and nothing else." said the voice in a jovial manner.
"Who are you? I will not do as you say, I will resist will all my strength" Replied Dîn-Curunir.

A light illuminated the room and Dîn-Curunir could now see who he was talking to; scruffy shoes and bare skinny legs stuck out under a dirty lab coat, pockets overflowing with all manner of gizmos and wires and tools. The man was tall, his face thin and his hair wild and grey. His eyes were not visible to Dîn-Curunir as the figure wore glasses that obscured them, but not normal glasses or tinted glasses, these had fake bulging eyes painted on small white balls attached to the frame by long springs that meant the "eyes" bounced and dangled in front of the figures face and large grin.
"You'll like it here" the figure said, Arms wide as if to embrace Dîn-Curunir, "You will. It'll be as if you were meant to be here, welcome to the family."

"Sir, you asked me to determine the delay with the repair work to the Predator..."
"Yes, why are they taking so long? We have already received all the other equipment that was sent with it, it wasn't heavily damaged if I recall correctly"
"No sir, it wasn't heavily damaged" He swallowed nervously.
"Well then, what's happened to it?"
"It's missing sir..."
"Define... missing"
"Sir, they didn't receive it"
"WHAT? It was pulling the trailer that everything else was in, I saw it leave in the capable hands of one of our own marines. We already have all of that equipment back. How did the trailer and it's contents get to and from there...WITHOUT the predator that was pulling it?"
Mouth dryer than any known desert, he replied "We... don't know sir."
"Well is someone finding out? Where's the marine that was driving? He might have noticed where the vehicle he was sat in had gone?"
"Ah, he's missing too sir, he...erm..."
"What is it?"
"Records show that the marine that was driving has... been dead for 5 months... Sir"
"I'm not going to like this, am I? Would you care to explain that, I shook his hand!"
"Sir, he was killed during our last major encounter with the Orks. His body was never recovered, although several of the other battle brothers reported seeing him killed by concentrated Ork fire during the second wave of their attack. However, after the battle no trace could be found of him, one other and several Orks. Only blood stains were found at the scene, no bodies, no equipment. Sir"
"And now, you are telling me that he returned here... 5 months later... and then vanished again... along with a whole tank!"
"Y-Yes S-Sir..."
"...From the middle of our base of operations... surrounded by thousands of our brethren... on a planet that we supposedly control... AND NO ONE NOTICED!"
"No sir. Some tracks were found leading from the trailer and down an alleyway..."
"Good, and where did these tracks lead to?"
"Nowhere sir, it was a dead end"
"Well surely some information could be found from it. What direction were the tracks headed?"
"No sir, the alleyway was a dead end. The tracks led up to the wall at the end and then...stopped..."

The Scientist surveyed his latest addition. "Not bad, a few tweaks here and there and it'll be ready, Ha Ha".

In other words, I have aquired a Predator.

Day +16. Ha Ha. There's no one left. They all went bye-bye. My transference of their knowledge was too complete. Ha Ha. Every mind on the planet was wiped clean. They all just dropped dead without knowing what was happening, who they were, what they were or even how to breath. Boom, gone, dead. He He. I'm all alone. Not that I need anyone, I know what any one of them would say or do in any circumstance. Indeed, that is correct... You see? Some of them, would agree.

Day +54. I had forgotten about this journal. I've been busy. Busy busy bee me... yes, ah Ha, He He. I have vastly improved my knowledge transfer equipment. I have found that it is more efficient to read the knowledge from a dead mind, or more precisely, a non-sentient mind. All the flora of the planet happily carried on as if nothing had happened while all the fauna was wiped clean. Except, that is, for dead bodies... already dead bodies.

Having implanted the memories of some people I found in the street outside, that had been alive at the time, I found that the only memories they had left were of the short time between having their mind wiped and dropping dead, fascinating, Ha HA. I tried the same with some bodies in a morgue and found that all their memories were intact AND I had already implanted those memories from the initial experiment.

As for improvement to my equipment, I have refined it so that it will not mind-wipe anyone again (or at least not by accident, Ha Ha). He He, and I can now store the knowledge I glean artificially as well. I have taken it upon myself to transfer my own knowledge and memories to storage as well, on a regular basis. I will then be able to implant whatever knowledge is required into anyone or anything I choose, no need to explain anything to anyone again.

SN-Edr 785: Their willingness to study a "path" and become an expert in one field at a time has proven useful for me in training the eldar to my needs. I can override their instinct to stop and change and lock them on the path I choose for them, and after a short while they accept it. So once I convince the poor deluded souls to follow the path of the warrior (or whatever they call it), I can keep them on it and train them up to become what they call "Dire Avengers" and then "Exarch" and they will become more deadly then they would be normally if I let them pursue other paths.

SN-Edr 1454: I have found a way to make a device that acts as what the Eldar refer to as a "Waystone", in essence an empty "Sprit Stone". Once they die, their psychic energy or spirit or soul (however you want to look at it) is stored on the gem. The Eldar use these to evade one of those pathetic gods that would eat their soul and then to power and control weapons and vehicles and the such. I use my devices to record their knowledge, memory and "self" (basically the same thing) so I can reinstall it back into the body. They are now just as useful and expendable as the other races, this saves a lot of bother. It's also amusing to see their faces when they wake up back in their body...

Day +438. Weeeeell well, hellooo what is this? My old journal. Not seen much use for a while have you? No, of course not, you can't talk. Only the voices talk, that's what voices do, that's what they are for. No, I know that... I know everything of course, you should know that... Where was I? Yes, I was about to create my latest entry in my journal, keep it up to date, yes. Ha Ha.

I have been sending out my robotic probes across the planet to find and return with news and equipment and materials, they don't talk either, no point in making them talk, just record and download to the mainframe here. I can implant it later, yes I do. Latest experiments are progressing well, but I need to acquire the materials. He He. Ho He. Ha Ha. What would a butterfly do? wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwdgrtthhggggh.

Day +734. What was once Order is no more. Straight is now bent, clean is now dirty, inorganic is now organic... Kind of, Ha Ha. Without civilisation here to trim and tidy and arrange, nature has fought back. The flora has moved into the cities and towns and walls have broken and collapsed. This is how it should be. It is beautiful.

I have calculated the increase in entropy of the whole planet, yes I have, and I have shown that this increase has led to greater stability in the planet and the surrounding space. The degree of disorder, you see, is directly proportional to the stability of space-time as the voices had told me. I didn't believe them at first, it made no scientific sense, but now, I have calculated it. I have proof.

Day +1356. The plans are ready. I am ready. The universe is ready. It is time to set in motion what will bring stability to the universe. The order that has resulted from civilisations is tearing the universe apart and they don't see it, no they don't, do they? No.

A hole appears in space and they try to fight what comes through it. They don't know that it's space-time itself, fighting back against the Order that they have created. But I know. I know what needs to be done. I have been chosen. By Him. The God of everything. The God of nothing. The God of nature. And nature is random. It is disordered. It must ALWAYS become more disordered...

Day +1493.

Entropy must increase or the universe will be destroyed. He has told me. It took so long for me to see it, to hear what he was saying. But I HEAR you now. I will obey. I am the chosen. I will raise an army to break the Order. To spread Disorder. I must prepare...

I realise now that I am the catalyst, the universe is the flask and all the people and the beasties and the flowers and trees and the rocks and... everything else are the reactants waiting to become the products. They are all thermodynamically unstable and ready to change and yet kinetically inert, they try to change themselves but it is slow and they are destined to potentially wait forever without my guidance, I will help them blossom into the new forms determined for them. I offer myself up to speed the change and save the universe and as the catalyst I will not be consumed or changed and will remain, forever in my special sub-stoichiometric splendour.

Day +2484.

I am ready. Readyreadyready. Yesyesyes. Ha Ha. They are coming. As was foretold by him... or was it me? I knew they would come. A great spaceship. Filled with all I need to Start my mission. It's coming. I am ready. It will land in the desert. All wrapped in metal, a lovely present for meeeee. He He. I have my robots ready to retrieve the raw materials for my army, The Army of The Second Law. And then I will set my plan in motion. They are coming. They are coming...

Gobslag-Grimskab was usually a pretty miserable ork. He was always being told by the others to cheer up and "krump" something, and things were fine while he was fighting, but during the (relatively) quieter times his mind would wander slowly to darker thoughts. His depression meant he would throw himself at the enemy with reckless abandon (or at least more so than other orks) to the point that one day he faced a space marine dreadnought, one on one, in close combat, it didn't go well... or so Gobslag thought...

Gobslag woke up to see the opposite wall covered with lights and slowly realised that this was the ceiling and sat up. He was convinced that he had lost the fight with the dreadnought and been killed, he had accepted his fate as the last attack came at him, and he was definitely sure that it had been on a field and not in a small metal room. A thought slowly developed in his mind; was this what happened when an ork dies, is this where you meet Gork and Mork? Gobslag felt something he hadn't felt for a very long time and it took a while to realise what it was, it was excitement.

A door opened in the wall behind Gobslag and half an hour later he noticed it and walked though into a large room. In the middle of the floor lay a large "choppa" and as he considered the weapon a man walked into the room from a door to one side. The man cowered in the corner furthest from the ork, "Humie!" cried Gobslag and ran at the man, he was most of the way there with his arms raised above his head before he realised that he hadn't yet picked up the choppa... Gobslag stopped for a moment, the man looked up at him with fear in his eyes as Gobslag turned and collected the choppa, felt the weight of it with a pensive look on his face and then attacked the man as he had intended. A large squig fell from a small hole in the ceiling and Gobslag considered the turn of events while he ate lunch, not much happened the rest of the day and Gobslag slept on a small pile of clothing he found in one corner.

The next day, the same thing happened with a man to kill and a squig for lunch. Gobslag was getting used to this when the next day another man entered the room, but to Gobslag's surprise a voice called out from speakers and told him not to attack the man... He did anyway but was surprised when no squig was forthcoming. This continued for a few days, Gobslag lost track and, more importantly, was getting hungry when he hit upon a genius idea; he would not attack the man as the voice told him and see what happened.

So the next day, a man appears, the voice says not to attack and Gobslag remained in the opposite corner of the room (to avoid temptation). After 10 minutes the door that the man had entered opened again and the man didn't wait for an invitation to leave, once the door had closed a squig fell from the ceiling and Gobslag ate with a smile that said he felt like he had achieved something.

The next day however, there was no voice and Gobslag was caught in two minds when the man entered. Gobslag decided to attack the man as no one had told him not to... and as he raised his choppa to strike Gobslag was struck by a huge pain in his head, worse than anything he had experienced before. Gobslag waited until the pain subsided and tried again only to be struck by the pain again, he decided to leave the man alone after an hour of this and eventually the man was allowed to leave and Gobslag was rewarded with two squigs. The following days Gobslag left the man alone and was content to eat the squigs provided.

After a few days he was met by the largest of warbosses he had ever seen. The warboss explained that Gobslag had passed the test and was now free to join the army and would be free to kill and not have to worry about being killed as he could be brought back as he had been already and could fight forever. Gobslag asked if the warboss was either Gork or Mork but did not receive a reply, he decided that it was probably Gork and Gobslag was happy every minute of every day after that meeting.

Design notes: The hover-transport (know as a "Wave-serpent") I acquired from a recent battlefield was heavily damaged, especially the engines, turret and those sticky-out-bits, it appears to have taken a direct hit to one of the engines while at high speed.
My engineers have repaired the bodywork and added tweaks where directed.
I have also allowed the troops to decorate the interior to their tastes, Which has led to some interesting results (detailed in report Soci3045), where the mixed species have added their own specific touches while being oblivious to that added by others. My devices allow them to see what they would expect to see and not, for example, that someone else has hung a head of one of their kind on the bulkhead. Fascinating.

While I had the chance, I decided to add a pair of engines that I have developed. They required a little modification to fit in the vehicle, but work well alongside some of the original parts. Each engine works essentially like two different engines plumbed together and operate over a wide range of velocities and conditions.
The first is what you may call a turbofan-type engine, this has a large fan at the front that sucks in low-pressure, sub-sonic air and then compresses it, adds fuel and ignites the mixture. The burning fuel causes the gasses to expand and this expansion is used to drive the vehicle forwards and...AND it drives the fan at the front that sucks in more air and the cycle continues.
The second half of the engine works as what I have termed a "Ram-Jet". Supersonic air entering the vent above the fan will be compressed and slowed by the genius (if I say so myself) vent system without any mechanical parts. The air is then mixed with fuel which, upon burning, heats the air and produces thrust far in excess of that produced by the "turbo-fan" half.

The whole package therefore works at low speed with the fan compressing the air and as the air-speed increases above a certain level the vent system takes over the majority of the compressing and allows higher velocities to be reached, the angle of the fan also allows it to continue to work at these increased speeds and so the whole engine works together to produce far more thrust than is possible in such a small package.
I have also added a small booster to each engine that mixes a small amount of a special oxidizing mixture I concocted with some air and feeds it into the engine intake allowing short bursts of very high acceleration. This mixture is stored in an external tank as this helps keep it cooler and allows it to be jettisoned in emergencies, oh well that sounds almost sensible... I may have to look into this turn of events...

There was no need to have a pilot for this craft that had useless legs and arms etc... The only necessary part was the brain. Keeping it in the head and using the eyes (well eye, he was severely injured and required a little reconstruction) was just easier than wiring a brain in a jar. A few tweaks to his pleasure centres and he is quite happy to be a part (in a very real sense) of the machine. Good for him, he's a very enthusiastic pilot now.

Externally, there wasn't much to do other than replace the turret and the energy-field projectors and a few aerodynamic tweaks and then I let my chief designer slap on some paint... he does get a little carried away sometimes... (real life note: I haven't even got a plan for the paint job yet, or the energy field spines...)

The savant awoke in his bed chamber, a tantalising glimpse of a dream fading as he sat up;

"We want information...information..."

"Who are you?"

"...You are number 6..."

The last of the dream faded as the savant whispered to himself "I am not a number..."

He forgot about the dream and prepared himself for the work ahead of him, he had to go into the archives and process the latest data received from across the galaxy. He was not the only savant working on this, there were many men who spent the vast majority of a standard day processing and cataloguing incoming data. Today though, he somehow felt more alone than usual as he took his place in front of the cogitator.

As was usual, he took a deep breath and muttered a prayer to the Emperor before connecting the multi-stranded, purity-sealed cable from the socket at his temple to the cogitator and began to access the databank. What wasn't normal was the strange feeling of warmth that started at the back of the savant's skull and slowly spread forward as if his head was slowly being immersed in warm water.

Before he knew what it was, the muscles in his neck jerked slightly to the left and his whole body froze. His consciousness however was unaffected and he watched as his right hand moved by itself and started to type commands into the cogitator, there was nothing the savant could do to stop it, he could do nothing but watch with horror as his body accessed the mainframe of the archive.

Then, as if something had unlocked in his mind the savant knew what was happening, it was like remembering something that you didn't even remember that you knew or had known.

But still, the savant could only watch as a small piece of AI intelligence was transferred from his own mind into the database. Immediately alarms started sounding and the savant could hear people rushing and shouting in the room around him. And still, the savant could only watch as his hand laid false leads and covered tracks, burying the AI deep in the mainframe.

He watched intently, trying to remember all the steps so he could lead others to it, to remove it, to destroy it, before it could do what he knew it would do. If that AI could not be found quickly it would transmit the entire contents of the imperial archive to whomever it was that had implanted this thing in his head. He could not allow this to happen, but he could not move.

The savant heard the noises of people approaching him from behind and then felt a hand on his shoulder. His hand stopped moving, he could just about sense that someone was talking to him but could not tell what the words were. Then his whole body shook, he stood up and then everything went black and the savant knew no more.

Excerpt from an interview following the incident:

"What happened next?"

"We traced the illegal access to the savant concerned and approached him with caution, he would not respond and then he stood up..."

"Go on"

"...he...he screamed...I can still hear it now, it was inhuman...and then...and...then his head exploded"

"Hmm, the blast injured many people, not least yourself, could information be found from the remains?"

"N...none sir, his entire cranium was atomised and we could find no trace of what it was that he was doing on the mainframe"

"Keep looking, there must be something, he did something"

"Yes Sir"