Warhammer: Commissioner Smith's Progress Diary

If you are really loyal, as an imperial official, you must learn to accept and give bribes reasonably, otherwise all the work you do will most likely be ineffective and belong to the accumulation of who knows how many years ago.

I have never seen a blue sky. As far back as I can remember, I have seen the cold steel dome of the hive city, the endless complex of buildings that stretch to the skyline, factories, churches, and honeycomb-like residential areas. Childhood was spent in praise of the Emperor and mechanical repetition of learning - if that can be called learning. I have also felt happiness, which was the warm embrace of my mother and the solid arms of my father in the haze, but those have drifted away like dust and smoke. One of the few pleasures I had as a child was lying by the window of the filthy narrow passage, looking at the tall tower in the distance - a tower that flashed neon day and night. I heard adults say that the greatest people on the entire planet lived there, including planetary governors, astrological choirs, bishops of the Ecclesiarchy, and even priests of the Mechanicum. I always had the urge to go up to that tower and see those people. But the impulse always fades quickly. I remember that there was always an uncle who lowered his hat brim so that his face could not be seen clearly. From time to time he would appear under the second streetlight from the right of the bridge, selling a toy to me and other children of the same age. It was probably the only toy we had when we were young. It was a plastic model of the great Space Marine that was only a few centimeters tall and had a chassis. Blue Ultramarines, red Blood Angels, yellow Imperial Fists, gray... Iron Hands or Raven Guard? To be honest, all I know about these superhuman beings bathed in the light of the starry sea are these somewhat crude soldier models holding bolt guns and chain swords, as well as some true and false legendary stories that the uncle improvised in order to sell toys. The overwhelming insect swarm, the angry and ferocious greenskins, the cunning Eldar, the tireless mechanical skeletons, and the heroic and fearless Space Marines who never stop fighting. So I admired Space Marines very much, or in other words, adventure itself. I would always run home excitedly and tell my parents about the exciting battles and my vision of becoming a Space Marine. So every day during morning class, my deskmates would ask me why I covered my face. Then the uncle disappeared. Some people say that law enforcers from the Ministry of Justice took him away, while others say that some of his secrets were discovered by the Inquisitor's agents, and he left in order to escape the agents' tracking. But I always feel that he simply has no story. Without hearing stories, other than focusing on praising the emperor and studying, my life would be dull. Complete coursework, undergo loyalty and purity tests, and report to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. My letter of appointment made me realize for the first time that my parents also shed tears. In my impression, their faces are always numb and lifeless, except when I proudly shout out that I want to be a Space Marine. Then twenty years passed. My parents are no longer here. I didn't get a chance to be promoted, or none of us did. Most of the people who reported at the same time are still here, but it seems that they have not said hello for many years. Every day is about opening eyes, filing, transcribing, corpse starch, transcribing, sorting, and closing eyes. Always like this. I finally understood why when I was a child, I saw my parents and neighbor uncles and aunts all with the same expression. Me too now. The haggard, pale-skinned man in the mirror. A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling. The only difference is that the Ministry of Internal Affairs seems to have forgotten to assign me the other half in the mirror. And I really don't have time to make it perfect. Only on one of the few festivals such as the Emperor's Ascension Day, I can temporarily put down the files in my hands, return to the window of the filthy narrow corridor, and look at the tower as I did in the past. Of course, after taking extra time off from working twice as hard. Under the dome there will be the roar of engine engines, followed by the roar of Valkyrie or the Aquila shuttle. But alas, there were never the Thunderhawks and Stormbirds I wanted to see. During the long wait, I occasionally had dreams that were not my own, or meaningless fantasies, just like I did when I was a child. The hive city suffered large-scale cult instigation and rebellion. The believers frantically destroyed everything they saw. Houses collapsed, factories caught fire, the towers in the distance were crumbling, and the Ministry of Interior Scribe Hall was reduced to rubble. I sat paralyzed on the ground, with the vicious cultist in front of me, and just as he was about to smash down with an industrial wrench, a burst of fierce flames incinerated him into charcoal. The charred corpse fell down, showing a hint of snow-white. It was a white-haired girl wearing a red shirt and power armor. Her beautiful and heroic face made me stop breathing. She looked at me, with vigilance and scrutiny, and a clear and ethereal voice sounded: "Are you my Master?" ...... The nest city was invaded by a large-scale green skin. These abominable creatures shouted words of unknown meaning, sitting on a larger garbage pile made of various garbage scraps, and crashed directly into the surface. There were screams and screams everywhere, and people prayed helplessly, but they were still torn in half by brute force. Blood spilled on the ground, corpses piled up in mountains, and the Internal Affairs Office's copy hall had turned into rubble. I struggled desperately and feebly, but I was still grabbed by the steel claws of the war leader, and my body and head would be separated the next moment. However, at this moment, as if I was inspired by the power of the Emperor, my eyes were filled with lightning, and my whole body began to emit holy golden light. A pair of huge wings and a halo appeared around me. I seemed to be connected to that ancient and great existence. With just one blow, I split the giant beast into two. I waved my wings and flew straight to the top of the tower. The people cheered me and called me a living saint and savior. ………… The planet is shattered. The Space Marines from the Traitor Legion finished her off with a whirlwind torpedo, led by what seemed to be a ferocious-looking man with braided hair. There is no doubt that the Scribe Department of the Ministry of the Interior no longer exists even in rubble. I was lucky enough to be one of the humans saved by the oncoming Space Marine Chapter. When I first became a servant of the Chapter, I was worried about my future fate, but then I discovered that these dark-skinned supermen were very friendly to us. They did not scold or scold us like the hive law enforcers, but got along with us as equals and as close as one family. When it was discovered that I had excellent qualifications, I was admitted at an older age. After nineteen transformation surgeries, I became a space warrior traveling among the stars. I died with my opponents in a battle with the traitors, and dedicated all my loyalty to the emperor. ………… I always have such a dream. When I woke up from the dream, all grandeur was shattered, and I found myself sitting in front of the coordinator and the arithmetic engine, tapping numbly with my hands in the dim light, just like the endless crowd around me. I can't help but think, why have I never seen hope in my life? I have heard that the Astra Militarum is the coin of the Emperor, and our countless Internal Affairs personnel are the blood of the Empire. But when a red blood cell gradually ages and dies, has anyone ever paid attention to it? Is it true that, as the state religion preaches, we are born with original sin and need to spend our entire lives to atone for our sins? It's not that I don't believe in the Emperor, nor do I question the sermons of the state religion. I was not born in a bloody and rotten lower nest, and I don't need to pick up corpses and carrion to make a living. I am not like my parents, who died slowly in a factory of toxic waste and radiation. The law enforcement team ensures my safety, and the meager salary from the Ministry of Internal Affairs can make me live. It stands to reason that I can be grateful for everything I have, and at the same time repent of my blasphemous thoughts. Great and holy Emperor, please forgive my offense to you. But I still have doubts. My parents and I have dedicated our lives to the Emperor and the cause of the Empire, but have we ever received a moment's attention from the Emperor? The number of files I have handled is so huge, including many items of expenses on the tower. Those shocking figures seem to be a mockery of me, and like a high wall built up, blocking out all possibilities. When I was a child, holding the rough plastic product in my hand, I always dreamed of becoming an eagle on Chogoris in the future, driving a jet motorcycle across the star sea, or wearing a laurel wreath and wielding a sword to maintain peace in the five hundred worlds of Ultramar. As I got older, I thought that maybe a navy captain or an Astral Legion commander would be a good choice. When I became an adult, I felt that if I could get the position of curator in the planet's Ministry of Internal Affairs, I would be able to honor my ancestors and live up to my parents' expectations. And now. Maybe survival is the only hope. After all, I am not the protagonist in the uncle's story, one of those shining heroes. After all, I have let my dreams shrink with the passage of time. I raised my head and stared with empty eyes at the copy hall under the dim light. The scribes were so dark and endless that I could see, and the seemingly endless knocking sound seemed to swallow up the whole world. I buried my head, threw all the complicated thoughts behind, took out a new volume, carefully flattened it, and then started tapping with concentration again. Praise the Emperor.

As the saying goes, demons are summoned in the Demon Tribunal, heretics come out of the Heretic Tribunal, and aliens appear in the Alien Tribunal. You have been told: The Tribunal is a mysterious organization that defends humans and even the emperor from the erosion of paganism, demonic occupation, alien rule, and rebellion; You have been told: The Tribunal is the final line of defense, resisting the forces lurking in the stars. In the darkness between, shadows of panic and fear; You have been told: The Inquisition is the savior of glory, the Emperor's purest and most loyal warriors, even evil cannot compete with it; You have been told: The Inquisition is a united force, using its own power to drive away any danger in the galaxy, no matter where the threat comes from. Everything you have been told is a big lie!

Adeptus Administratum Be content and always happy, be outstanding and protect the Lord, always be happy                                                  The Ministry of Internal Affairs is the administrative branch of Holy Terra and is the core of the vast bureaucracy of the Imperium of Man. Trillions of clerks manage every aspect of the empire in this department, from mobilizing troops to collecting taxes. The Ministry of Internal Affairs is the largest department in Terra. The palace area alone has tens of billions of employees responsible for its operations. It measures and records the population and tithe amounts in the empire's territory. There is so much documentation that often important records get lost in the paper cycle of this complex bureaucracy. Even some subordinate departments, even if they have been completely forgotten, are still operating dogmatically without reason. The Ministry of the Interior has a very long history. Since the Emperor completed the Unification War, the Ministry of the Interior has become the first bureaucracy of the Empire. When the Great Crusade came to an end, the Emperor placed the Ministry of Home Affairs under the jurisdiction of Malcador the Marked, and named the respected minister the first Lord Master of the Interior. As the largest administrative agency in the Empire, the Bureaucrats are responsible for the assessment of Imperial tithe collection, allocation of resources, and all other normal government functions. Countless offices govern all Imperial sectors, planets, and even citizens. The Ministry of Internal Affairs spends different amounts of energy on different planets. Those with strong military bases, trade hubs, and large tithe houses tend to have more staff to deal with them, while more developed worlds may even have hundreds of thousands of personnel dedicated to management. These archivists, nodes, and administrators will rely on keen vision and unshakable ancient teachings to supervise the normal operation of the department. Normally, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will not take direct action against illegal activities in the jurisdiction, because it is the responsibility of the Ministry of Justice to solve problems, and they are often the ones who discover the problems, detecting clues through details that are not easy to find, such as measuring traces of pirates in reports of missing ships, and discovering smuggling in the difference between audits and tithes. When there is some evidence of a crime, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will forward the relevant information to other Imperial departments, who will take action, while the Ministry of Internal Affairs will continue its own responsibilities to ensure that everything is normal and running efficiently. Due to the wide range of responsibilities of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, even a branch in a certain galaxy can decide the fate of millions or even hundreds of millions of people. These decisions are often based on ancient traditions, distant precedents, or cold calculations, regardless of how much turmoil they may cause in the local area. The rigidity, rigidity, and rigidity of functional departments often become the source of friction and conflicts among all levels of the empire. When subtle errors flow into administrative operations, they will also lead to serious consequences. Worse consequences include, but are not limited to, the complete disappearance of one or several citizens from administrative files, emergency supplies arriving years or even centuries late, a world losing external communication due to being "fallen", misassessment of the planet's tithe level causing the local area to be exploited as a wasteland, and so on. Some people will suddenly find that they have lost their status, property, been displaced, or been forcibly relocated due to the mistakes of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Before that, they may have been just conscientious and good citizens. Therefore, all classes in the entire imperial society hate and fear the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Even the Astartes believe that these bureaucrats are petty, stubborn, bloated and cumbersome. These characteristics will breed resentment and dissatisfaction step by step with the operation of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, until rebellion breaks out, providing opportunities for dark forces with malicious intentions. In fact, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is indeed a shockingly closed and narrow department. The commissioners have no understanding of the nature of the outside world and are blindly ignorant of the traps and crises. This naivety leaves local offices and public officials vulnerable to corruption, deception, and infiltration, especially by those with malicious intent who have a deep understanding of human nature, which could lead to worse things. But ironically, the Ministry of Internal Affairs' biggest shield against corruption is its bloated and inefficient operational structure. Those who attempt internal subversion will find that any big move is like a stone's throw away. If the lives of thousands of staff can be exchanged for accurate tithe calculations, then the price is completely negligible. In the Ministry of Internal Affairs, nothing, including human lives, belongs to them. But like other imperial departments, a system that relies on pedantic dogma and complex protocols can lead to internal conflicts due to different interpretations. These petty quarrels and internal struggles often spread from within the department to the outside world, so office politics in the Ministry of Internal Affairs are generally kept within the scope of every effort, but just like the ripples of a pebble falling into water, no one knows what these small disputes will eventually turn into. Of all the Imperial departments, serving in the Home Office may be the least promising assignment, although its high-ranking members may be the most powerful people in the galaxy (such as Van Dier). After all, as the gasoline and lubricant of the Imperial war machine, the Home Office never stops. Many positions in the Ministry of Internal Affairs are hereditary appointments. The clerks work under the vaults, sitting in front of the coordinator and the divine calculation engine. By the standards of the empire, these social beasts may be considered high intellectuals. Like non-combatants in other imperial departments, they wore monk's robes, and the styles were classified according to functions and departments. The lowest rank was black, and the colors became darker as they went up, until they were pure white. Although most of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is responsible for logistics-related matters, the subordinate Department of Military Affairs (Departmento Munitorum) is responsible for the mobilization of the Astra Militarum, organizing military tithes, material supplies, etc. This department is more widely distributed than other branches, and they will be present wherever tithes need to be paid. Rescue information from the invaded world will arrive at the local military department as soon as possible, and then reported step by step up the regional command chain until it reaches the hands of the high lords, who will then organize manpower resources to provide assistance. This does not include delays such as document returns that may be caused by wording errors. The levels of the Ministry of Internal Affairs include Master of the Administratum (or should it be called Master of Internal Affairs?), The nominal leader of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and also the High Lord of Terra. Adeptus, Expert is a common title in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, regardless of position Prefectus, a title for senior staff in the Ministry of Internal Affairs Master, Master is the head of administrative management of mankind Title Node (Ordinate), node is the title of low-level administrative staff Curator (Curator), the curator is the person responsible for keeping the ancient records of the empire. Personnel at this level need superb knowledge of history and language, and have a certain prestige. Scribe, a scribe is the title of a low-level member responsible for managing files Cipher, a special kind of imperial messenger. They are directly fed a special encrypted spoken language and then relay it to the recipient, but they themselves do not know the meaning of these sentences. Menial, menials are non-expert free men recruited by the Ministry of the Interior. They generally serve as janitors or mechanics Subordinate, hereditary slaves of the Ministry of the Interior, working as engineers, craftsmen or other non-expert functions. The working environment of social animals For the Tribunal, although the effectiveness of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is extremely low, their resources can indeed give them a lot of help, and the most important skill to benefit from it is to circumvent or break through their red tape as much as possible. Once an inquisitor can obtain access to the database maintained by the management, he can discover clues of the enemy from thousands of years of records. However, there are only a few such people. Most inquisitors would rather seek help from their entourage than deal with these old-fashioned guys. Like most Imperial institutions, the Inquisition still retains the power to investigate the Ministry of Internal Affairs. In some extreme cases, some departments will be directly tried and executed for thousands of bureaucrats due to excessive inefficiency and bloatedness. Branches The Ministry of Internal Affairs has many branches, and most of them have no idea when their work was under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. However, their purpose is only to work, and they only need to complete their tasks. As the Astra Militarum soldiers said, behind every soldier there will be a dozen clerks and two bureaucrats working hard. Under each Astra Militarum are the efforts of countless clerks The known branches are Departmento Munitorum. The Ministry of Military Affairs is responsible for the administrative management, personnel deployment, and later supply of the Astra Militarum. The formation of new Astra Militarum legions, personnel training, allocation of materials, and contact with the Imperial Navy for transportation are also the responsibility of the department. The entire Ministry of Military Affairs itself is like a smaller version of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but unlike its upper echelons, the Ministry of Military Affairs is only responsible for war logistics, and everything is only for the victory of the frontline war. Departmento Exacta (Departmento Exacta), the Department of Exacta is the second largest branch of the Ministry of the Interior and is responsible for the calculation of tithes in various worlds. This department is often known for its ruthless style and they have the power to intervene in worlds where taxes do not match the calculations. The Estate Imperium, the Imperial Finance Department is often described as "an archives office with millions of people". Its responsibility is to record and preserve the archives of various institutions directly under the empire for other departments to consult when needed. This department is very important, and its leader, the Imperial Archives Minister, sometimes joins the Terran Parliament as a high lord. Historical Revision Unit (Historical Revision Unit), the History Revision Unit is mainly composed of contract workers in the palace area and servants called "historians". Their job is to change the historical records retained in the palace into a version that favors the emperor and beautifies the empire. Historicus is the chief expert in the department. The History Compilation Department sometimes needs to search historical records from various places, and when necessary, follow the instructions of superiors to destroy historical records that do not meet the standards. Another important responsibility of this department is to implement the "Amnesia Curse", deliberately erasing all records of an individual or organization defined as a traitor. Today, the department's status is in jeopardy due to the "Ministry of Truth" founded by Guilliman. Officio Medicae, the Medical Department is responsible for public health and medical issues in the empire, and operates many medical facilities in the empire. In addition, they have to manage the isolation and aftermath of plague-stricken worlds, especially those infested by the Plague of Nurgle, and like many departments, the department is hobbled by bloated bureaucracy. Intelligence Department (Logis Strategos), the Intelligence Department is the empire's primary intelligence collection and analysis department. They mainly focus on aliens and chaos, analyze the threats of these enemies of the empire and make appropriate decisions. Ministry of Truth (Logos Historica Verita), the Ministry of Truth is a small organization dedicated to restoring a complete and objective record of human history, rather than a version distorted by religious and political biases. This department was established by Robert Guilliman himself. The personnel in the department have been personally trained and tested by the original body. They will have the arduous task of discovering, organizing, and compiling human history that has been deliberately distorted and erased by the High Lords Council over thousands of years to return to the truth. Munitorum Strategic Intelligence Collective is a secret department within the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Its members are composed of alien inquisitors and biological sages of the Mechanicus. Its main task is to collect and analyze data and intelligence about the Tyranid Zerg, and to draw out weaknesses and formulate countermeasures for the Hive invasion. All its results will be directly presented to the High Lords Council. Among their achievements, the most despairing is that the current Hive Fleet is just a drop in the ocean. Only by increasing the mobilization rate by 500% can the Empire prevent this terrible threat. The Tithes Chamber Notaries/Sub. Planetary Census (The Tithes Chamber Notaries, sub. Planetary Census) is responsible for supervising and identifying sub-humans in the empire. Among the 73 species of sub-humans in the history of the empire, 46 species have been declared extinct, 12 species have disappeared or been assimilated by ordinary humans, and the remaining 15 are classified by the Tithes Chamber Notaries into three, six, and nine grades.

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