I’ve always loved the images of the Administratum, ranks upon ranks of menial scribes scratching away at ancient desks in vast ill lit halls. I first got into 40K back in Third edition and this quote has always stuck with me.
The whole population of Earth belongs to the unimaginably vast and complex bureaucracy of the Adeptus Terra or Priesthood of Earth. The divisions and departments of the priesthood number hundreds of thousands of independent, quasi-independent, federal and subsidiary offices. Entire lives are spent in ceaseless shuffling of paper and checking of rosters, the assessment of planets for tithes and counting of holo-clips. Together these billions of petty and largely aimless activities turn the wheel of the tireless engine of government. All intelligent self-awareness vanished from the process millennia ago. Whole departments exist to serve worlds or agencies that have long since disappeared. Applications and petitions arrive daily from citizens and are dully processed and acted upon, though the process takes several lifetimes to complete so the citizens in question are inevitably dead by the time their reply arrives.
Such is the nature of government in the Imperium—as devoid of malice as it s without compassion.
I also have a soft spot in my heart for those faceless agents of the Imperium because I am also a low level bureaucrat for my countries federal government and the above quote rings true all too often. In this spirit I have decided to take a break from army painting and work on a little diorama that I think captures the spirit of the Administratum and parts of my day-to-day work life.
The inspiration for this little scene started with one of the Inquisitorial Henchmen, specifically the fat little bald scribe (who oddly enough resembles my division lead). I’m also using Hirst Arts bricks to build him a little office (he’s very important…he has a window). And now pictures!
Here he is taking a Simple Green bath
And the base coat, Deneb Stone