[Kronus] Viehhüter und Flugzeuge - Aceria und Ariel

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Ich habe dich für Tau Kühe sogar von dir zitiert

[Bassewitz]

Übrigens ein interessanter Abschnitt aus der Kurzgeschichte Against The Grain.

A long, rectangular room stretched away from Efrem, the doors closing gently behind him. A plushly carpeted aisle, flanked by white marble columns, led to a large black desk. The columns formed a sort of interior arcade. On one side, a grand aperture of shroud glass offered a panoramic view of the Swathe; on the other, a gallery of framed line sketches depicted archaic agri-machines – tractor-engines, threshers, combines and irrigators. One piece stood out from the rest, a zoological study of the grox. The artist had painstakingly rendered the saurian from several angles, and included close-up vignettes of teeth, claws and tail.

‘Remarkable creatures…’

The man sitting at the desk didn’t look up from his writing, an auto-quill scratching noisily on the sheaves of parchment laid out before him.

‘Herd beasts, discovered by the first Imperial settlers. Harvested for meat, hide for leather, teeth and claws for blades. Snout to tail,’ he went on, the cybernetic limb that had been furiously scribing pausing as he did. ‘I apologise,’ he added, a warm smile changing the aspect of a young, dark-skinned face, and indicated to the parchments. ‘Ledgers. The need for slab has never been greater. There is war out in the void, or so I’m told.’

Slab, a heavily processed, high-protein meat. Cheap to manufacture, slow to degrade. Perfect fodder for troops out in the void.

‘When isn’t there,’ Efrem remarked as he approached the desk. He felt like a cadet in the presence of his discipline master.

The man conceded this with a nod, and rose to his feet. His hair was black, neatly cut. He wore a simple tan suit, military in aspect. His umber waistcoat looked stiff, and Efrem wondered if it was subtly armoured. An ebony ring shone on his left hand, the sigil upon it too difficult to make out in the dim lighting.

‘Docile, but savage if roused to anger. Omnivorous, that is to say,’ added the man, ‘they will eat anything. Grain, leaf, flesh and bone. Even cloth, plastek.’

‘Remarkable,’ echoed Efrem but without the zeal.

https://www.reddit.com/r/40kLore/com...rox_slab_40ks/

Also Spam existiert in 40K, aber Dosenfleisch wäre wirklich billigste Massenware für das Munitorum. Deswegen höchstens als Teil des Tributs interessant. Da mache ich mit dem Luxusrind wohl den deutlich besseren Schnitt?

Aber Leder ist offiziell möglich. Bis auf die Milch sind das echt Kühe bzw Ziegen, weil sie alles fressen können und überall gedeihen. .