806.M30 Segmentum Obscurus, Scarus Sector, Veridia System, Veridia Prime.
Arch Magos Ferrum-Rho has already completed his downloading all the data from the panacea STC. It is now time to transport it out of the planet before governor Hax can understand what is going on.
"[Directive]: Initiate deconstruction of the Sacred Logos. Trans-shipment to Mora-Tau is priority-prime."
"[Query]: Magos, logic dictates onsite analysis. Relocation risks data corruption."
"[Response]: Unit Xerath-17, Veridia Prime is compromised, security is a non functional variable. Survival of the data requires extraction."
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[Data Processing]...
[Query]: Does the Threat-Profile include the Governor Hax?"
"[Response]: Affirmative. [Conclusion] Disassembly must begin at once. [Directive] Contact High King Mortian, I require the sovereign's escort." data streams flowed through Ferrum-Rho's eyes as he made more calculations.
"[Directive]: Summon Magos Kroll. I require a Maniple of Legio Chimera, overwhelming force is the only logic."
Shock registered on the Magos face. He could not understand why the magos has decided to launch such a vast number of forces just for an escort.
[Processing]...
Magos Xerath-17, understood there is an aspect of this mission that he is not aware of. Arch Magos Ferrum-Rho has always been like this, after speaking with the Omnissiah he would always come up with increasingly complicated designs.
Even when the team followed him here. All the acolytes assumed it was only to establish a forge world in a bit to compete for position on Mars. Now it could be that the Omnissiah has given him another message like last time.
In this manner the Magi under Ferrum-Rho went to work. Sending out his orders to the others in the system. Meanwhile the Arch Magos himself was heading to the upper floors of the hive city.
After a few steps the grav craft began to disassemble. Parts began joining and transferring to Ferrum-Rho. They did not cover him, they integrated into his body. The loud sound of metal clinking against each other sounded out within the dome.
With each step another piece clicks into place. The Arch Magos began to swell, his height went from 6ft, to 10ft, to 15ft, until he reached 20ft. As the last piece clicked into place a hissing sound of steam release echoed from his shoulder blade position.
Then the Arch Magos lifted of the floor, hovering forward towards the exit. He climbed up to the peak of the Hive city, toward Governor Hax's office.
"Halt, Tech-Priest. The Governor's sanctum is closed to the low-altar." A guard of the governor stopped Ferrum-Rho at the door leading up to his office.
The guard looked in fear at the massive being of machine and flesh, he looked to other guards for support and he got non.
"[Response]: Engagement scheduled with the governor"
"[Query]: Does this units' form offend the Governor's aesthetic protocols"
"Easy, Arch Magos, my men have never seen a walking cathedral. Let us speak as peers." Governor Hax came out of his office to cool tensions down.
He looked back at his doors which are not large enough to allow someone so large entry into his office.
"My office is... inadequate for your current configuration, let us use the viewing platform."
With that they left behind the guard, he fell on the floor the minute they were out of sight. Meanwhile the 2 of them walk quietly until they reach the observation platform.
It is decorated with gene enhanced flowers and other useless flora.
"[Query]: Define the utility of these specimens. [Analysis]: They lack caloric yield, chemical refinery potential, and lack functional bacterial cultures for medication." the Arch Magos looks around commenting on the garden.
"These are not functional in your perspective Arch Magos, but for the small minded, it aids in regulating psychological activities"
"[Observation]: A waste of hydration and atmospheric scrubbing."
"What has the Arch Magos come to discuss this time." governor Hax is almost foaming at the mouth with the prospect of gaining more benefits from this tech-priest.
Meanwhile in a place where the sun does not shine, and space itself gives way. In the bowels of space, where suffering is the only this for a human to experience, 2 beings meet.
"Leprio I have seen a ripple in the Skein. A debt of blood that only your... craft... can collect."
"Be brief, Farseer. My vats are hungry, and my subjects are screaming in an uninspired rhythm."
"The mon-keigh are rising once again, that I have already seen. But one has stumbled upon a relic of the Old Times, and this could lead to a situation that affects us all."
"Farseer Krailach, I have no time for your riddles. You fear the vermin? Commorragh has survived the birth of gods, it will survive these primitives."
"I do not ask you to fear them. I ask you to steal the cure, Imagine a virus that cannot be cured... because you own the antidote."
"A biological absolute? Yes... that would be a masterpiece. Continue."
Meanwhile far off in another region of space
806.M30, Pacific Segmentum, Sabbat Worlds, Verghast planet
Jorren Nox don with his duties of the day returns to his home. With his parents not around it is time to practice what he has been hiding from them.
"Shekk Malvorak, Lemunathan….Piskervision" with the whisper of his voice a pulse spread out with him at the center.
The pulse went out with a slight shade of blueish purple, it seemed to bounce back towards him, but this time it is completely silver.
When the silver joined back into his body, he began gasping for breath. His face turned purple, his eyes were blood shot, and his body convulsed.
Blood began leaking from his eyes, ears, and mouth, but he held on. He did not scream, he did not utter any sound. This torment continued for a full hour. The pain never let up, and the feeling of dying never eased.
"Oh, what a wonderful spell. Even i did not know that one." a voice rang in his head as the last of his pain left him.
"With my hand on your shoulder, you could rewrite the stars. Why stay in the dirt"
The voice kept talking, but Jorren could hear it sounding muffled. It is no longer as loud as it once was.
He stood up, and began clearing the blood stains he made. By the time he had finished and cleaned himself up his parents arrived from their shift at the guild factory.
"Jorren! The Guild issued a bonus real protein blocks! No sawdust tonight! We feast well today."
"..." Jorren just nodded his head with exhaustion.