Into the Heart of Darkness
The Technarchs of Kovhir
The Technarchs of Kovhir
The Technarchs of Kovhir soon proved to be a different breed entirely from the noble-savages of the Yilderin, being as deliberate and calculated as the carefully built spire-cities from which they hailed. Report from the Rouge Trader de Winter suggests that the airless world of Kovhir was settled in the far distant days of the Dark Age of Technology. It was a hive world whose atmosphere was long gone, scoured away according to ancient tales in an horrid atrocity of old known now simply as the “Dawn”. Quite what this “Dawn” entailed had long been forgotten, or perhaps purposefully retracted, but it left every other world in the Kovhir cluser bare and barren. The surface of Kovhir itself was also rent asunder, leaving it a barren moonscape and the population to survive within giant spire-cities built down from the roofs of massive, cavern like structures that shielded them from cosmic radiation. In the thousands of years since the distant “Dawn” Kovhir survived in isolation and slow stagnation, as resources grew ever scarcer and the noble rulers bickered and fought over the few scraps that remained. Then arose the Technarchs and in a few short, brutal weeks the planet was changed forever. Guild-masters and overseers who kept the planets failing technology alive the Technarchs usurped the petty nobles together with their working masses, and setting to halt Kovhirs slow stagnation they bent their great minds to every possibility. Distress signals were cast into space, scavenging expeditions launched, and countless measures of efficiency and reuse imposed.
No answer came to Kovhirs pleas, no scientific breakthrough was achieved and slowly the measures of the Technarchs turned ever more draconic, ever less caring. Only those whose skills were found valuable could be feed, the unskilled masses soon turned into mindless servitor drones or else processed for foodstuff. And long before Kovhir again got into contact with other worlds there was little human left upon it. In time however ships again came to Kovhir, ships from the distant spinwards reaches of the Ouroboros Constellation, from Lexx and realms even further afield. Again Kovhir lived, fresh resources from trade fuelling its industry allowing the construction of both ships and weapons. The Technarchs swiftly laid claim to several nearby systems, subjugating their barbaric population or else settling them with their own worker drones. With the then ascendant Yilderin many trade deals were struck, but distant Kovhir remained independent. At least that was, until the early 700s.M30 when the lords of distant Cydonia subjugated the realm of Lexx, forcing Kovhir too to bend the knee in submission as a tributary.
The realm of the Technarchs as discovered by early imperial expeditions was one of order, organization and callousness. Within the world-spanning factories or countless mining installations of the Kovhirian domain human life was but another resource, and an abundant one at that. Most of the population had been genetically altered, if not outright grown, fitted to their intended task and station. Fitted with various systems, ranging from chem-injectors to bionic improvements the common population lived lives of blind obedience, hard, nasty and mercifully short. And over them ruled the Technarchs and their system, like a well-oiled and faceless machine, tyranny in its most impersonal and hideous form.