Warhammer 40K (XWG/Deathfeederism) Xenos Experimentation part 1 by m00nliner

Overseer Borek Fal’s personal journal, entry one hundred sixty one.
Been a while since I had a chance to ease my mind on these pages. That last promotion made free time far too scarce. Privacy became a luxury I could no longer afford. It was a rough ride, to say the least. Managing Inquisitor’s affairs is not something you’d call an easy or cushy job, especially with the kind of Inquisitor I ended up working with. There is indeed much more to say, but I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to do so. Not even here.
Fortunately, as I was sorting things out for her, The Hand That Guides All sorted things out for me.
Kinda.
Some might say that being sent away to oversee some remote black site counts as sharp demotion, if not outright discharge. I say, it’s a damn well earned vacation. Even with all the faux cover-up paperwork.
Why am I writing this, knowing full well that base personnel are prohibited from collecting any evidence? Personal experience, for I’m no rookie acolyte who simply does as told. Unfortunately, things at Inquisitorial black sites tend to go bad. Real bad. With all our data banks set to self-wipe on any major emergency, good old paper records like this may prove invaluable to any cleanup crews that will show up eventually.
What exactly is the deal with this place?
Basically, we’re trying to invent a new power source for a new form of covert ops augmetics. The prime idea behind the latter is to make performance enhancer prostethics indistinguishable from regular human limbs and organs, both for the naked eye and for the commonly encountered scanning equipment. To make “performance enhancer” part work, one would require a powerful enough power source – else it won’t be any better than their regular vat-grown body parts. Said power source, in terms of Imperial Standard tech, inevitably means metallic parts, which in turn means that even the shoddiest of auspexes would be able to detect it. There are tomes upon tomes of records recapping prior attempts at circumventing this issue, yet all of the efforts described yielded little results.
That’s where our esteemed Magos Biologis Ynessa Prax proposed a rather unorthodox way of solving said conundrum. Hardly surprising, considering that even the quasi-legal Xenarite coven she used to work for deemed her insights and practices borderline heretical. I wouldn’t bother trying to recap the torrent of techno-babble I had to withstand, so I’ll try keep this mercifully short. Every living creature has to store energy in some way. Among those creatures, sentient ones are believed to possess the highest storage efficiency, as complex neural structures that make sentience possible consume (i.e. brains) consume upwards to half of total energy output provided by their bodies. Humans are not very efficient in said regard, since adipose tissue that our bodies generate when excess amount of nutrients is provided takes up quite a lot of volume and has a fairly low energy density... that one I can wholeheartedly agree with, for I have witnessed my fair share of Imperial nobles who glutted themselves to a state where they had to rely on heavy duty machinery to maintain their mobility and vehicle cover sized clothing to maintain their decency. Among sexually dimorphic sentients, females are believed to possess higher energy storage efficiency than males as their bodies are required to endure the stress of child bearing and other related energy expenses.
The the proposed solution?
Collect female sentient xenos. Introduce excess amount of nutrients. Record results.
Basically, feed them until their bodies falter and pray that their demise can provide Magos with some way to store energy for the accursed implants.
Does all that setup reek of heresy?
Oh yes, it does. But I don’t mind. As long as it’s xenos who are on the receiving end, I don’t mind. I may even take pleasure in watching their suffering, for it serves our salvation.
First batch of test subjects is arriving within two to three standard weeks.
May the Omnissiah grant Magos what we seek.