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The ships of the Tech Priests were austere, it was said, and Silver-Father Lackey could see why. The ships of the Silver Dragons were elaborately decorated with hanging banners and proud martial displays. This vessel, the Ark Mechanicus Omnissiah’s Vision, was far less elaborately decorated. Here and there, it bosted shrines being used by the occasional cleric, and guarded by polished silver Skitarii android soldiers, but other than these, and glimmering high speed data lines, the ship’s interior was bare of decoration.

He had come to a forward observation deck; “Where are we?”

“In a distant galaxy,” said Archmagos Katisha, looking clearly through the viewport to behold the Strike Cruiser Flame. “Somehow, we have reason to believe there are followers of the Machine God in this galaxy. It is with one of your Astropaths that we shall be contacting them.”

“I hear Segeant Ascorus is quite attached to them,” the Silver-Father said, his mechanical additional limbs flexing on his back as they underwent a systems test.

“They have, nonetheless, undergone years of restoration and purity training. I firmly believe he is ready,” the astropath that Archmagos Katisha spoke of was one of several rescued from a chaos vessel many years ago. Their… supporters… had no astropaths of their own, of course, and Iehrini Melisane was ensconsed only temporarily upon the Ark Mechanicus.

“And what message do you wish him to send?” the Space Marine asked. The expedition that had arrived was quite small; the Ark Mechanicus itself, a single Lunar class cruiser, an Endurance and a Defiant class light cruiser, and a trio of cobra class destroyers; even so, it was almost half of the Adeptus Mechanicus’s fleet, for they did not have many ships; they were but a small part of a greater force; the Silver Dragons Chapter had almost as many vessels, and they had given the Strike Cruiser Flame and two escorts, Talon IV and Aftwing.

However, the Mechanicus had a number of other vessels, in the magnified view of the screen before them, Lackey could see the flying refinery that was a Goliath Factory Ship, and heavy tankers and transports, almost half a dozen of them, filled with goods and gifts.

“Why? One of brotherhood…” Katisha said…

Transmitted: Erenak 282.238.39
Received: ?
Date: ~ No Referent
Astropathic Duct: Iehrini Melisane
Author: Archmagos Ultima Katisha Malefinse
Title: Missive of Fraternal Greetings to Our Fellows in the Brotherhood of Mars
Thought for the Day: All Knowledge is Sacred.

Greetings, estranged kin. We have travelled from Distant Mars to speak with you, and to share information and goods in the service of the Deus Mechanicus. It is our desire to learn from you, and share what we have learnt, that we may all profit by spreading and reaffirming the bounty and truth of the Omnissiah’s way. We invite all to join us upon the Venerable Goliath Factory Ship Produce of Wisdom Coordinates:● or, failing that, at any forge world that wishes to host us, to discuss matters of theology, technology, and discovery…

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The Omnissiah Blade had been drifting through the void for weeks with it's Mechanicus warfleet. On her bridge standing tall in all the glory of the holy machine god was the Fabricator-General himself Baal Ukarion. He looked out across the inky black void that was deep space in the Centurion Galaxy. A bunch of poor backwater worlds mostly of the Alpha-class type that provided little to the glory of the Imperium. They had been searching for weeks for the rogue Primarch that had adopted the name, Vagabond or Vega for short. He stepped forward as the advanced sensors of the Omnissiah Blade probed deep space for the Primarch's presence. The detection of an untouchable Primarch was unheard of and nigh impossible, however the Archmagos responsible for it's creation was being dealt with by Inquisitor Mercer and Baal had decided to take care of this himself.

It wasn't till a few hours later that they had come across the fleet and her mighty forge-ship. Baal quietly listened to the message and for many minutes said nothing in return. Then finally he spoke his commanding slightly mechanized voice issued over the comms,

I am Fabricator-General Baal Ukarion of the Dratherian Imperium. We will meet you aboard your forge-ship I will arrive in my personal Thunderhawk in a few moments.

Moments later the Machine Spirit docked with the Produce of Wisdom and Baal Ukarion and his ten of his personal Tech-Guard stepped forth from the small craft. As he stepped forth the sound of well tuned and maintained bionics could be heard whirring just barely audible. He looked to the delegation and said, "Greetings brothers."

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The hangar bay of the Produce of Wisdom was a vast hall, where smaller craft were lowered from the landing bay, above, on a lift composed of an intricate cog-wheel symbol. The inboard hangar was crammed with a variety of personal shuttles of the commonplace, if under-equipped, aquila model. A thunderhawk-class vessel was thus rather more up-armoured than the other vehicles in the chamber. A double row of silver-armoured Skitarii-simulacra saluted sharply, bringing elaborate hellguns into a customary ‘present’ position; these were distinctly Mechanicus models, that were powered by twin leads from the user, rather than ordinary power packs. Along with this honour guard were a number of tech priests in robes of varying shades of red, with branch specialization colours upon them, and cog-wheel trim patterns. Of these, by far the most impressive, in a brilliant white colour, was Archmagos Katisha herself. She was tall, though not compared to the bronze armoured man standing next to her, and held a seven foot high Omnissian axe in one surprisingly dainty augmetic hand, with a casual hold. Unlike what one would expect of the mechanicus, she seemed almost human, from the neck above, with some obvious differences, not least in that her eyes were blank orbs of silver, with black lenses in their centers. Despite this, she wore her hood down, which displayed a golden leafed wreath worn over silvery-white hair, from which, fine fibers blended with her hair leading to connectors inside the skull, and to micro-mechadendrites and connecting cables worn with the ‘hair.’ The effect was blended somewhat with the Archmagos’ apparent middle age to create a naturalistic looking effect quite unlike the traditional image of a tech-priest.

The ship’s data-noosphere was crowded with things, reports of forge output, it seemed that the vessel produced a great amount of war materiel, as well as chemicals, and even other, more mysterious supplies intended for civillian use. It was by this method that Katisha incanted a formal greeting and welcome in a string of mechanicus machine-code, her vocoder emitting a audible copy of the same. She greeted the visitors, and as a courtesy, attached a coded map of the vessel, followed by an introduction to herself and Silver Father Lackey, the space marine, and an invitation to follow, into one of the vessel’s meeting rooms.


OOC: Apologies for the feebleness of the post (never mind the lateness) I'll try to improve...

The Fabricator-General stepped off his thunder hawk a contingent of Iron hands Space Marines led by Iron-Father Lmerkin followed closely in suit another example of their ancient pact with the Adeptus Mechanicus. As Baal moved closer to the Archmagos his features became more clearly visible underneath his rust red and white robes. The ribcage was covered in augmetics and his face was a mask of solid silver with a reflective sheen to it. Much of his organs had been replaced in his many years of service to the Omnissiah. Mechadendrite claws, arms, and various other extensions held a multitude of tools and equipment of ancient and untold design. Behind him a small team of servitors carried his various equipment and weapons. After the incursion with the Republic on his world he could not be too careful.

Iron-Father Lmerkin stood beside him his body largely augmetic with a servo-harness outfitted with multiple tools and weapons attached to his back. Carrying a large cog-wheel power axe in his left hand he was an impressive site to behold especially for an astartes as his resplendent olished black and whit armor shone in the light the touches of red here and there indicating his rank amongst his fellow battle-brothers.

As they marched through the ship the Fabricator-General just stared straightforward in a stoic manner however the Iron-Father was indoctrinated differently than the Lord of the Mechanicus and as his protector let his bionics take in every detail around him so that should something go awry he would have a battle plan in mind. When they finally reached the meeting area Baal and his Magos took seat while the ever faithful Iron Hands stood nearby and watched in quiet analytical measure.

Baal sitting across the table from the Archmagos spoke his voice synthesized through a crisp voxcaster, "Greetings Archmagos. Now what is it you wish to discuss with me?"

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