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From the great forge worlds of the Mechanicus it rose; blazing with Daemonic fury, its body at last complete. 150 metres tall; its armored girth ridged with mighty plasma weapons, it bestrode the metal world; a kind of Blades; a terrible and tyrannous juggernaut standing proud over the great facilities of its birth. Its birth cry seared the heavens; an echoing voxcaster proclaiming its grand title.
BloodGorger! This was the first of Chronosia's Titan Legions; named in the books of honor as first of Curor Vult Titans; the words meaning 'Blood Wills It'.

It's armor adorned with inlaid cravings of skulls; murals of the skull throne; the head growned with a great flaming skull design; as skulls hung from every conceivable place upon it. It's bellow echoed over the Forgeworld, as the Mechanicus bent, sycophants to their new and terrible God-Machine.

The message was loud and clear; he was not one to be trifled with; his power would sear worlds, level cities; crush armies...

And the forges of the Mechanicus were open for business...

The QUETZAL Avatar resident on this forgeworld looked on with pride in its Chronosian allies. The God Machine was splendid, its arms supporting a massive plasma cannon battery and an axe that looked capable of cleaving worlds asunder. Its debauched surfaces enscribed with runes praising the Chaos Gods, hellfire rising from its glorious head, the Warlord Titan rose from its cathedral hangar singing praise to the dark gods.

Turning to his Chronosian counterpart, the Avatar began to speak.

"Your techpriests have done miracles, my friend. I will greatly enjoy seeing this instrument of the Gods on the battlefield, surrounded by a Legion of its brethren. Tell me, when can we expect to see more of these wondrous Titans? I am sure that Otagia would be quite interested in purchasing a number of them."

"The forges of Hydran shall work ceaselessly to create more of it and its ilk; new designs flood to mind each day. Once we had unlocked the core science; well...The rest was childsplay. Endless variation; a legion for each forgeworld. I hear even the Chronosian System's Forges are working; Chronosia Beta, the Forgemoon, is readying...

A smile of beaming triumph graced the tech priests marked and enhanced features; his augmetic eyes whirring as he examined it. "Perfection; is it not. The Glory of the Machine God, and the endless power of Chaos. Nothing could stand against it. We intend to sell them to whoever wishes them; mass production would leave more than we would have use for. Our enemies seek to grow fat off the meat and bone of the Old Imperium; but we shall be generous; we shall make sure that many taste its power...Their feast will turn to ashes. Our Lord speaks even of selling Geneseed to the highest bidder, or sacrificing it to Chaos. The Emperor grows more cunning by the day" He chuckled softly. "We are glad you enjoy our Machine...Tell me; have you spoke with Discord yet?"

"Ah, your resident Machine God? I have not yet had the pleasure, although I have heard many great and terrible things of his power. Tell me, is it true that Discord had a hand in perfecting the Titan design?"

"He did indeed; we were working on perfecting the Martian designs to a form more...fitting for the God's. Discord carved microscopic runes within runes; Discord focussed the control invocations and command prayers. Discord aiding in binding the power within it; and with sacrifice to the Machine God, and to their Khorne, it had life." He made the mark of the Machine God with his hands, blessing himself.

"It was Discord and we, the Mechanicus, who gave it life. Life, that it may bring death to our enemies; and all enemies" He chuckled softly. "We are working on other...toys that may interest you."

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Marshal Shinseki smiled as he heard the news. The Chronosians had done it again......

He wired them this message:

"Congrats."

"We accept your congratulations. Would you be interested in obtaining some of the merchandise? For a price; of course, we can provide such things to you."

OOC: Yay! Big giant machine things for me to contend with! Must....destroy...Discord. Now that I think of it, an AI battle would be something I've never done before. Whaddaya think, Chronos?

OOC: Well, Discord was formed from the Core Intelligneces of the Fabricator General of the Adeptus; a Viral Ai and a Control/Governing AI....
So sure, go ahead; his viral aspects hunger to consume

OOC: Hey, sure, I'll start my AI's planning right now.

OOC: Now to make my 'Nid bio-titan...

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