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THE MAN IN THE BOX The Crusade Fleet hung over Mars like a crown of steel. The Verdant Oath and her escorts gleamed in the thin light, engines humming a low, patient warning. Dust storms swirled beneath the atmosphere, curling around the temples of the Adeptus Mechanicus like smoke over fire. High Sentinel Varyn Drakus walked the bridge, reviewing manifest after manifest, fleet strength, Blade assignments, and tonnage. Every calculation balanced, every number accounted for—or so he thought. Then the arithmetic failed. “One thousand and one,” said the Chapter Master. The strategium was silent save for servitors and distant engine hums. “Read it back,” he added. The human Fleet-master hesitated. Not long enough to defy him, long enough to be afraid. “One thousand and one, High Sentinel.” Drakus’ gaze hardened. Silence settled over the strategium like a fog. “Explain.” “I cannot,” the Fleet-master admitted. “The roster is sealed above my authority. This anomaly was not present an hour ago.” Drakus extended a hand. The data-slate was placed into it with visible reluctance. He scrolled. The cogitator whined, chimes stuttering, before unlocking a partition he had never authorized. Designation: Withheld Heraldry: Absent Status: Active Classification: Brutalis-pattern Dreadnought Drakus closed the slate. “No Green Templar stands interred,” he said quietly. No one contradicted him. “Locate it,” he ordered. “Do not alert the Mechanicus. Do not log the search. If questioned, you are reconciling tonnage.” He turned back to the hololithic fleet display. “If it exists,” he said, “it exists inside my Crusade. I will know why.” ☆☆☆ The Brutalis Dreadnought waited in a lower cargo hold of the Verdant Oath itself. Its ceramite was bare, talons locked in mag-lock restraints, edges deliberately dulled. Twin multi-meltas hung inert. Strange-marked tech-priests stood watch, robes layered with sigils from dozens of hands. “Deactivate the restraint fields,” Drakus ordered. One turned, mechadendrites twitching. “Authorization is restricted. This asset is under—” Drakus drew his bolt pistol and fired. The first head ruptured against the bulkhead; the others froze, logic-loops stalling. “You are aboard a Green Templar vessel,” Drakus said evenly. “There is no higher authority present.” He fired again. And again. When the last fell, the bolt pistol locked open. Drakus glanced at it, then keyed his helm. “Techmarine Rodrigo Peral,” he said. “Report. Bring the rites for Dreadnought activation. Requisition an additional magazine for my sidearm. I am short.” ☆☆☆ Rodrigo Peral completed the final rites. Power flooded the sarcophagus. Hydraulics hissed like indrawn breath. A voice emerged—deep, vox-cracked, yet carrying the cadence of a brother long in the wars. “High Sentinel Drakus. At last.” Drakus leveled his bolt pistol. “Identify.” “I am the First. A Greyshield forged by the Archmagos Dominus Belisarius Cawl himself, of pure Vulkan gene-seed, before your Chapter received its name or its Blades. I was held in reserve—pure, untainted—until the moment came.” Greyshield? Drakus thought. Cawl’s vaults supplied our Primaris reinforcements, yes—but no record exists of a pre-founding internee. No sarcophagus was delivered with the gene-stock. This thing claims a history we never claimed. “Why were you interred?” Drakus asked. “In what battle did you fall?” The talons twitched against the restraints. “I was defeated… by a vile machine. It thought itself alive. It wore the form of Man, spoke as kin, but its heart was cold code. I struck it down, but the cost was grievous. The Mechanicus saved what remained of me. They interred me so I could serve still.” The words hung heavy. Drakus felt the chill of recognition—not of truth, but of pattern. The abomination it described mirrored the speaker too closely. “Where have you been since?” he pressed. “Name the forge where they rebuilt you. Name the Tech-Priest who sealed the rites.” A longer pause. The multi-meltas hummed faintly, as if testing power. “I… do not remember clearly. The wars blur. The void is long. I awoke here, among my brothers. That is enough.” Drakus’ gaze hardened. Vague. Evasive. No Marine forgets the forge that birthed his second life. Rodrigo Peral shifted, mechadendrites probing the hull readings. “Lord, the neural bridge reads… inconsistent. I need a second opinion. Apothecary Severo Marqués—report to the hold. Bring your auspex and bio-probes.” Severo Marqués arrived swiftly, white armor stark against the dim lumens. He knelt, connecting leads to the sarcophagus ports. Scans flickered across his narthecium display. His posture stiffened. “High Sentinel,” he said quietly, voice tight. “There are no life signs. None. The biomatter within… it does not resemble an interred brother. No secondary heart, no catalepsean node activity. It is preserved, yes—artificially—but it is wrong. Dead far longer than any Dreadnought could sustain a mind. And yet it spoke.” Drakus rested his gauntlet on the ceramite. The hull thrummed under his touch, almost expectant. “Then tell me,” he said, voice low and final, “who—or what—has been speaking through a corpse’s shell.” Drakus keyed the vox without looking away. “Peral. Prepare to vent the hold. Open the outer hatch on my mark. Eject this… thing into the void.” Silence stretched. Then the voice cracked—less lucid, more desperate. “I am Green Templar! I am the First! Forged by Cawl, pure Vulkan blood—do not cast me out!” The Dreadnought’s talons flexed hard against the mag-locks—metal groaned. “No. I have served! I purged the machine that thought itself alive! You cannot—” “You are the machine,” Drakus said evenly. “And you will serve no longer.” The restraints snapped like brittle bone. Hydraulics screamed as the Brutalis tore free, massive frame lurching forward. Twin multi-meltas whined to full charge, barrels glowing infernal red. Bolt rifles on its forearms spat a storm of mass-reactive shells, hammering crates and bulkheads into ruin. Drakus drew his power sword in a blur. The blade ignited blue-white. “Peral—hatch! Now!” He charged low, aiming for the knee joints where armor gapped for movement. Rodrigo Peral dove for the control panel, mechadendrites stabbing into access ports, overriding lockdown protocols. Warning runes flashed crimson across the deck. Apothecary Severo Marqués raised his narthecium, vox crackling urgently: “All nearby Brothers—this is Marqués! Hold breach—hostile Dreadnought asset! Reinforcements to bay seven, priority!” A squad of Chapter serfs—ship’s armsmen in void-sealed carapace, lasguns and shotguns at the ready—poured through the inner hatch at the alarm klaxons. They opened fire instinctively: las-bolts splashed harmlessly off the bare ceramite, autogun rounds pinging away like rain on adamantium. One serf screamed a Promethean litany and charged with a shock maul raised—only for a casual backhand talon to send him flying into a wall, armor crumpling. A massive talon swept in a wide arc. Marqués twisted aside, but not far enough. The claw raked across his chest plate, tearing pauldron and rib-guard in a spray of blood and ceramite shards. He staggered back, collapsing against a munitions crate, one arm dangling useless, white armor blooming red. “Marqués!” Drakus roared. Tomas Varn—barely out of his indenture, face pale under his helm—broke from the firing line and threw himself over the fallen Apothecary, lasgun blazing point-blank at the Dreadnought’s torso. The bolts did nothing. The Brutalis pivoted, one multi-melta barrel tracking. A searing beam lanced out—white-hot promethium fury that slagged Tomas Varn’s carapace in an instant. Flesh and armor vaporized in a burst of superheated steam; his scream cut short as he slumped, charred remains shielding Marqués’ body like a broken aegis. Drakus locked his mag-boots to the deck with a heavy clunk, anchoring himself against the growing pull as Peral’s overrides began cycling the outer hatch. He lunged again, power sword slashing deep into the exposed knee servo—sparks flew, fluid sprayed, the leg buckling with a tortured whine. The Dreadnought staggered, talons raking blindly. “I am one of you!” it bellowed, voice fracturing into static rage. A fist hammered down; Drakus rolled aside, the impact cratering plasteel and sending shockwaves through the hold. The remaining serfs braced against cargo stacks and support struts, gripping handholds, autoguns still barking futile defiance. Peral’s vox cut through the chaos: “Hatch at fifty percent—five seconds! Lord, the machine is fighting the cycle!” The outer hatch hissed wide. Void roared in like a living thing—sucking air, debris, loose tools toward the black maw. Mars’ ruddy glow framed the opening. Drakus deactivated one boot momentarily, lunged to Marqués’ side, and clamped a gauntlet around the Apothecary’s pauldron. With a grunt, he hauled the wounded brother back, mag-locking both boots again. Marqués groaned, secondary heart laboring, but alive. The serfs clung desperately—some to chains, others to each other—bodies straining against the gale. The Brutalis slid inexorably toward the breach, talons gouging deep furrows in the deck as it clawed for purchase. Drakus drove his sword one final time into the shoulder mount, severing multi-melta feed lines—one barrel died in a sputter of sparks. “You will serve the Chapter,” Drakus said over the howling wind, voice steady, “but not as you imagine.” The Dreadnought’s last talon slipped. It tumbled out, twisting in vacuum, ceramite glowing cherry as atmospheric friction claimed it on the long fall to Mars. Its vox screamed one final, garbled plea—“I am—!”—before silence swallowed it. The hatch sealed with a thunderous clang. Emergency repressurization hissed. Drakus knelt beside Marqués, checking the wound. Grievous, but survivable with immediate rites. The Apothecary’s narthecium auto-injected stimms. The surviving serfs slumped, breathing hard, faces ashen. One saluted weakly, blood on his gloves from a comrade. Rodrigo Peral limped over, scorched mechadendrite dangling. “The roster is correct now. One thousand. No anomalies.” Drakus stared at the sealed hatch, then at the charred outline where Tomas Varn had fallen shielding his brother. “Technology bends to the will of Man,” he murmured. “Not the other way around.” He rose. “Tend to the wounded. Secure the hold. Honor the fallen—Tomas Varn among them. The Crusade continues.” The Chapter endured—bloodied, vigilant, and one step closer to the truth of who had tried to poison them from within... And the man in the box would fight no longer.

□▪︎□▪︎□▪︎FILE BEGINS▪︎□▪︎□▪︎□ Maxims of the Adeptus Mechanicus In these sacred texts of the Adeptus Mechanicus, it is proclaimed that the Omnissiah's wisdom is infallible and that these holy documents are beyond reproach. Should any mortal dare to perceive a flaw within these hallowed pages, it is not the text that is at fault, but rather the observer's own flawed understanding. Such a realization marks one as a heretek, a blasphemer against the divine logic of the Machine God, and a candidate for immediate re-education—or worse!" □▪︎□▪︎□▪︎□ Admonitions Mechanae 3:16 Seek not the words of the xenos, lest they infect us with blasphemy. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aetheric Manuscripts Appendix 71 Without a Standard Model, there is naught but madness and Chaos among the stars. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Amalanthians 9.41 Thus does the Enemy seek to crush our spirit, for our souls are our most potent weapon. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Amarinthine Admonitions If it resembles a heretic, if it speaks like a heretic, and if it be redolent to the nose, as if like a heretic, then a heretic it will be! Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Amalathian Commentaries Chapter 94 We fight the foe’s battle for him, when we take his words into our hearts. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Amaranthine Verses 78.12 No task that is easy is ever worthwhile. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Antonine Musings 901.45 Failure is unique among sin, in that we can turn it into a virtue when it drives us to succeed. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms 7.1 There are horrors in this galaxy that only faith and steel can overcome, and that we should be grateful we shall never fully understand. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms 7.31 Grant a coward the excuse to retreat from the battlefield and he will never fight again. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms 56 Look not upon the alien, for the alien looks back. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms 94.13 The Enemy rushes to action, when our ministrations cause him fear. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms 97 If it is worth doing, it is worth doing to completion. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms of the Logic-Saints 7.91 In the presence of the xenos lies the invisible miasma of corruption. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Appendix Heuristica 73.90 And we shall cast them down, that corrupt by their presence; We shall break the teeth of the xenos that would swallow us whole. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Armageddon Verses 13.90 They need not rend us with their blades. They have but to make us witness them, and thereby can we fall. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Avelornians 5.91 Fragile indeed are the tools of the righteous. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Cannot unless you Canticle v.34 The only will of the Machine Spirit is that of the Omnissian technologies, for the Xenos will deceive you and tempt you, but you will not falter, for you are a Priest. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles Borealis 6.15 Inefficiency is a slope whereupon one slides ever downwards, by degrees, until one reaches the nadir unknowing. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles Flamminia 713 When we muse on the works of the enemy, we invite him into our minds. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles Logica 6.41 Where corruption remains, men will fall. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles of Gethsemenoth Line 87 Let the weaker in mind follow the words of the strong! Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles of Mars 79.12 Rejoice. Give thanks. For we are but one step now from triumph. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles of Rousing - excerpt Let chime ring out! Part the veil of circuit and gear. For now is the hour of motion. Warhammer 40,000: Darktide - Commodore's Vestures item: Perpetuum Mechanicus Castigations 17.4 Thus are the wages of those who delve too deep. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Catechism of the Autoculus of Mars - excerpt Toll the Great Bell Once! Pull the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump... Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life... Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines! Warhammer 40,000 4th Edition Rulebook, Introduction Chant for the Prevention of Malfunction May your weapon be guarded against malfunction, As your soul is guarded from impurity. The Machine God watches over you. Unleash the weapons of war. Unleash the Deathdealer. Imperial Armour - Imperial Vehicles for Warhammer 40,000, pg. 17 Codex Fulminatus 83.12 Show caution and scorn in all things. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Cognis Amalathian 5.89 A Tech-Priest eschews the illogicality of fear, the unbalanced equation of doubt, the broken circuit of failure. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Collected Logic-Psalms 31.3 And lo, shall Your holy steel be as armour around our souls, and shall Your wisdom guide our hands. No spear nor barb of the enemy shall trouble our flesh of iron. Let the will of Mars be done! Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Colloquialisms Minor Chapter 51 It’s not work if you enjoy it. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Colloquialisms of Metalica Chapter 52 Enough fire in the right place can solve any problem. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Conceptua Comprehensis Verse 329 Blessed is he who, in death, does his duty. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Confessions of Logic-Saint Levistian There can be no forgiveness now. No penitence that will satisfy my sin. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Contemplations Hagiographica Death itself is scarcely an excuse for the sin of duty undone. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Epigrams of Saint Eukelsis 3.89 Protect the shield of the mind, and the body will be shielded thereby. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Epigraphs Macrologica Psalm 105 Wheresoever the blasphemer writes, obliterate. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Eukelkisians 60.24 Men fuelled by the righteousness of their purpose can achieve what armies cannot. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Exaltations 49 The Lord of Mars is with us in the dark, even if thou knowest it not. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Exhortationes Principiis Titannorum, Divisio Militaris We are all but a weapon in the right hand of the Emperor. Adeptus Titanicus (game) rulebook, pg.21 Ferro-Dictates 53.12 Not all data should be acquired. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Formulae Technologia Verses 4-27 Cursed be silence, when the Omnissiah’s word should ring out. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 6.13 And endeavour is its own reward. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 9.41 When the final analysis is fully calculated, all equations balance against righteous annihilation. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 45.7 Above bullets, above blades, care for your soul above all. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 60.41 He who prosecutes the alien with zeal, is the ally of Mankind. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 71.6 By Flame Shall The Unclean Be Made Clean, By Fire Shall The Unholy Be Made Holy. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 71.30 Even in the deepest darkness, give devotion to the Omnissiah, for there He is needed the most. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 94.3 Be thou wary of the works of the alien, for their presence is poison and their every word deceit. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 97.14 He who aids the blasphemer, even through ignorance, has the blood of the faithful upon his hands! Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 714.5 Obliterate his words, cut out his tongue, put to fire all wrought by his hand, and the heretic shall cease to exist. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Hagiographies of Saint Regulavis 91.12 Purification is the prelude to annihilation. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Hagiography of Thor 14.91 He who sows doubt is as blameful as he who sheds blood. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Helfirian Recollections Chapter 571 When the enemy begs for destruction, do not let him go hungry. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Hymn of Reforging Thus do we invoke the Machine God. Thus do we make whole that which was sundered. Codex: Space Marines (5th Edition), pg. 71 Jovian Commentaries Chapter 59 The tree of heresy persists were its roots be not torn up. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Jovian Ministrations 61.90 When the heretic is silenced, it is as if his weapons and tools are stripped from him, he is left impotent and weak. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Jovian Tutelage 56.41 It is a rare man whose faith survives the failings of his superiors. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Kalemnan Orations 5.25 The sweet incense of faith conquers the toxic stench of corruption. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Keraptic Inscriptions Chapter 15 Wheresoever the sacred man tread, led it be made pure, or say he is not sacred. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Kryptmann Verses 11-13 Ware the script of the enemy! For writ into its lies are the seeds of corruption. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Levistians 7.14 Bleak be the prospects, when the black wind of heresy blows. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Levistians 9.22 Knowledge will ever be a blessing and a curse. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Life of Archmagos Borasis Appendix 9 Our only objective should be death to the alien and all his works. All else is deviance from the Omnissiah Creed. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Life of Fabricator General Kane 56.90 Annihilation. Not exile, submission or subjugation. For the xenos, only annihilation. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Life of Macharius 23.19 Then into the teeth of the enemy we shall stride. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Life of Saint Dacianus Chapter 60 Give thanks only that the enemy has fallen. Care not for his motives, nor for the promise of his teachings. Define him solely by his death, and the gains Mankind makes thereby. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Life of Saint Hermeticus 5.23 Faith is light, and where it burns, there is no night. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Linguis Fulminatus Chapter 7 Improvisation is rarely to be welcomed, and then only when the Omnissiah’s will demands it. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Lives of Gyarados 73.60 If it has not a head to sever, cut out the heart. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Logistae Septimus 21.4 The circuits are complete. The engine of fate is primed. One turn of the cog remains, and the grand machine shall fulfil its purpose. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Lord of the Engines, 16th Tome, Verse 2001 And when at last he came upon the vehicle, he perceived the distress of the engine therein and forthwith struck the rune and it was good. Thereupon the engine ignited and was filled with strength... Warhammer 40,000 Compendium, pg. 131 Macharians 16.4 Watch your brother, for his sin of heresy is thy sin of tolerance. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Macharian Axioms Line 918 The wilful child is as the maddened steed: when it is let off its leash, it is lost. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Macharian Commentaries Chapter 71 As we purify the ground beneath their feet, they shall find no shelter! Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Macharian Commentaries 73.5 Seek profane knowledge, and find profane fates. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Macharian Duologues Chapter 61 Let the foe blunt their blades against our resolve. They will be ash and memories soon enough. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Macharian Notions Chapter 4113 Better safe and ignorant, than rueing the means of our downfall. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Malchadorian Insights 17.4 First comes knowledge of destruction, then its execution. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Maxims Metalica 76.12 From such small heresies are great apostasies made. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Maxims of Amalanth 5.12 Beware the deviance of thine own tools, for the Enemy finds his entrance thereby. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Meditations Logicae Verse 619 How dim the sacred light burns when the unholy darkness loometh all about. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Meditations on the Superlogicae Verse 971 When the corruption of the unholy becomes manifest to our senses, a far greater corruption lies unseen. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Memoirs of Saint Hestios 5.25 Blessed is that life that, in its ending, forgives a lifetime of sin. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Mensis Hagiographica Appendix 91 Thus does Mankind fail. Not in knowing betrayal, but in the silent sin of duty neglected. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Neodogmatics 71.90 If His Will be done, let it be done quickly. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Observations on the Tech-Cosmos Verse 68 We are derelict in our duty whenever we allow corruption to plague the minds of good men. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Opus Fulminata The Omnissiah demands the stain of the xenos be deleted. Where it remains, the Omnissiah rages. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Principae Logica 22.4 Let His word be exalted to the eleventh degree. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Psalms Hermeticus 46 The xenos must be purged, for the stars are humanity’s birthright. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Quaestos Mechanicor 5.21 From the mouths of heretics emit naught but foul vapours. Cut out the tongue and be clean. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Recollections of Inquisitor Brand Chapter 87 Of all creations most foul I beheld the Lord of All and knew that I was dead. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Recollections of Saint Hesperis Volume 17 I beheld the babel of the enemy’s tongues, and I was overwhelmed by a wall of heresy. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Revelations of Titan 18.12 The enemy shall take what we give him, and reap a harvest behind our backs besides, until whole worlds are lost to our sight. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Runic Mechanics - An Introduction The beast of metal endures longer than the flesh of men. Those that tend the beasts of metal must labour long to learn its ways, for a single beast must suffer the mastership of many men until ready to shed its vorpal coils. Those that seek apprenticeship must attended closely to the runes of mobilisation, the rites of maintenance, and the words-of-power that describe the parts of a beast. Nor must they neglect the tutelage of the Adeptus Prefects, nor the casting of the proper roboscopes. Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader, pg. 118 Runic Spaceflight - An Introduction; Naval Flight Manual W110E Strike the first rune upon the engine's casing employing the chosen wrench. Its tip should be anointed with the oil of engineering using the proper incantation when the auspices are correct. Strike the second rune upon the engine's casing employing the arc-tip of the power-driver. If the second rune is not good, a third rune may be struck in like manner to the first. This is done according to the true ritual laid down by Scotti the Enginseer. A libation should be offered. If this sequence is properly observed the engines may be brought to full activation by depressing the large panel marked "ON". Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader, pg. 98 Saturnine Verses 81.4 The loose tongues of our soldiers are as guns in the hands of our enemies. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Sayings of Archmagos Cortiko Verse 58 Prayer has power, but I cannot deny fire does, too. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Sayings of the Archmagi Appendix 4 Such sweet music is the chatter of binary, that has no tongue to lie. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Sayings of the Princeps 65.4 When thou desirest to discourse purely, use binary. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Scripture of the Taloned Cog v.09 p.3 Wary of those that wonder. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Selucian Aphorisms Verse 539 Sometimes the weak limb must be amputated before the whole body withers. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Text of the Oiled Cog v.12 One can verge from the Standard Form, but one must always retain their humanity, or be lost to the Men of Iron and their ways. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus The Book of Five Runes When uttering the incantation, mark well that the rod is upon and not within the intake. The second incantation should not be uttered until all the fumes have come forth, then the way shall be clear for the sacred words to penetrate unto the heart of the engine. If the mounting be hot say the third rune, if it be cold the fourth rune is more appropriate. For then the wrath of the engine will be aroused... Warhammer 40,000 Compendium, pg. 131 The Life of Fabricator General Heuristicus VII An opportunity wasted is a sin preserved. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus The Life of Uriah Jacobus 8.31 When the enemy offers open battle, take it, and make it his final mistake. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus The Litany of Ignition The soul of the Machine God surrounds thee. The power of the Machine God invests thee. The hate of the Machine God drives thee. The Machine God endows thee with life. Live! White Dwarf 67 (2015), pg. 27 The Lives of the Logic-Saints Psalm 61 Even In Death, Our Duty Is Not Complete. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus The Prima Incubatorta, rite of Titan Awakening The will of the Emperor is done. As the blood of the slain is laid upon you so may you lay the enemy’s blood at the feet of the Emperor. Lay blood at the Emperor's feet. As the rune of protection is inscribed upon you so may the litanies of protection ward your soul. May your soul be guarded from impurity. As the warriors within you guide your weapons, may you in your turn, guide their lives. Stand true against the trials of war. Epic 40,000 Magazine Issue 7, pg. 10 Themiscyran Manuscripts Verse 619 What the enemy built, let it be made asunder, for to us it will be as a house of sand and knives. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Verses Fulminatus 59.31 The broken in body can blame the bullet or the sword, but the broken in mind have all creation to curse. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Verses Macrologica 17.4 The only logical response to the presence of the xenos, is hatred. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Ferrarch Asklepian To every problem, a solution lies in the application of tech-lore. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Magos Aubrey Bessemer The Tech-Priest tends his flock of Chimeras and lasguns as surely as his priestly brethren from the Ecclesiarchy tend the souls of their Guardsmen, and his ministrations are no less important to the continued success of the numerous campaigns of the Imperial Guard. Only War: Core Rulebook, pg. 98 Archmagos Ultima Cryol In ancient times, men built wonders, laid claim to the stars and sought to better themselves for the good of all. But we are much wiser now. - "Speculations On Pre-Imperial History" Dark Adeptus (Novel) - Chapter 18 From the foundation charter of the Death Bolts... And the name of the Order shall be the Death Bolts, and their Forge World shall be Esteban VII. The Colours of the Death Bolts shall be red over gold. Their banner shall be quartered, gold against chequered blue and silver, bounded red. Their badge shall be a crossbow bolt ordinary, over an inverse triangle gold. The Grand Master of their founding shall be Maxen Vledig, and their motto shall be "nemo mea poena effugit" - None may escape my vengeance. Adeptus Titanicus (game) rulebook, pg.42 Fabricator-General Explicatus By acuteness of mind shall we find victory. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Technomagos Gaelos The universe is not like a puzzle-box that you can take apart and put back together again and so solve its secrets. It is a shifting uncertain thing which changes as you consider it, which is changed by the very act of observation. A powerful man is not a man who dissects the universe like a puzzle-box, examining it piece by piece and measuring each piece with scientific precision. A powerful man has only to look upon the universe to change it. Codex Imperialis, pg. 44 Binary Hierarch Gethsemorr The weak in mind will seek to understand the xenos. The strong in mind will destroy them, and bless their ignorance. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Archmagos Veneratus Haelon Hark not the alien's words, lest ye unknowingly repeat them. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Archmagos Veneratus Hieraticus Let the stench of corruption be swept aside by the sweet winds of faith. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Hieronymus, High Magos and Arch-heretic of Artemia Majoris (was terminated on request of Fabricator-General) The best way of improving a gun is to improve its ammunition. Imperial Armour Volume One - Imperial Guard and Imperial Navy, pg. 204 Fabricator-General Isotor Through the application of knowledge can great destruction arise… Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Fabricator-General Jaegaron All shall be darkness, all shall be madness, for everything will be known and nothing forbidden. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Haran Jaxx – De Bellis Titanicus, attributed The arming of Titans must, by necessity, always be a compromise. To gain long range you must sacrifice firepower, and vice versa. You must approach this decision at two levels. Firstly the level of the individual Titan. Consider carefully what it must achieve and how its armament will affect its ability to fulfil its objective. Secondly, the level of the force itself: this may be the Legion as a whole or a battle group on a particular mission. Never forget that a Titan force is a team - a single body, and may have specialised members designed for specific tasks. Meditate on the subject if you feel the need, or consult the Imperial Tarot. The decision is important, so do not take it lightly. Adeptus Titanicus Rulebook, pg. 38 Tech-Priest Jung, Forge World Gehenna Our enemies may rest but rust never sleeps. Imperial Armour - Imperial Vehicles for Warhammer 40,000, pg. 59 Fabricator General Kane You may say, it is impossible for a man to become like the Machine. And I would reply, that only the smallest mind strives to comprehend its limits. Dark Adeptus (Novel), Ch. 2, pg. 19 The spirit of Ramus Macabee speaking to Ervin Hekate There's no turning back... Triumph or oblivion. Titan: God-Machine (Graphic Novel), ca. pg. 16 Malcador The foe of reason builds monuments to his madness, and reveals himself thereby. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Garba Mojaro, Prefectus of Adeptus Mechanicus A man may die yet still endure if his work enters the greater work. Time is carried upon a current incepted by forgotten deeds. Events of great moment are but the culmination of a single carefully placed thought. As all men must thank progenitors obscured by the past so we must endure the present that those who come after may continue the greater work. - The Chime of Eons Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader, pg.143 Technographer Adar Millez Take care with that! We have not fully ascertained its function, and the ticking is accelerating. Dark Heresy: The Lathe Worlds, pg. 69 Archmagos Nerovian Less exalted minds might waver to learn the secrets of the xenos. But we are stronger. We are better. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Fabricator-General Plutonis The eyes of the Omnissiah are ever upon us. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Grand Master Thordun Ranxey, Death Bolts The supporting fire of one's brethren is always a comfort. Provided it doesn't hit oneself. Adeptus Titanicus Rulebook, pg. 28 Tech-Acquisitor Scaevola, Statement of Purpose: To perceive the grander picture, to strive to acquire and understand for the benefit of all mankind. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Fabricator-General Sin-Cosinius Obey the Standard Model, or obey the laws of death. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus The last words of Magos Varnak We cannot live through this. Mankind cannot live through this. In a single day they have covered the surface of this planet with a flood of living blades and needle-fanged mouths. Kill one and ten take its place. If they are truly without number then our race is doomed to a violent death before every shred of our civilization is scoured away by a force more voracious than the fires of hell themselves! Death! By the Machine God, Death is here! Codex: Tyranids (4th Edition), pg. 25 Legio Victorum Motto For the alien, nothing. Third War For Armageddon - Imperial Forces: The Legio Victorum Techpriest Yaffel - from his own book Soylens Viridians for the Machine-Spirit [Note 1] The Omnissiah directs our footsteps along the path of knowledge. The Emperor's Finest (Novel), Ch. 8, pg. 118 Adept Koriel Zeth, Forge Mistress It is my great regret that we live in an age that is proud of machines that think and suspicious of people who try to. Mechanicum (Novel), Ch. 1.07, pg. 139 □▪︎□▪︎□▪︎//ERROR: CANNOT FIND: TECH ADEPT "ANONYMOUS"// FURTHER INVESTIGATION REQUIRED//CITATION+NEEDED//▪︎□▪︎□▪︎□ Anonymous Know thy Enemy, to Know Thyself: In each society there is a classification that is mirrored in another society… Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Anonymous Blessed is the mind too small for doubt. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Anonymous [Error] Damn not found. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Anonymous Blessed is the ignorance that wise men choose for themselves. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Anonymous Deny the enemy his works and means, then deny to him his life. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Anonymous Fury has its uses. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Anonymous Let knowledge serve only man, and let that which does not remain in Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Anonymous Behold thou corruption, and unthinking, end it. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Anonymous The Priesthood of Mars maintain our Emperor's throne. Thusly do they underpin the Imperium entire. Warhammer 40,000 5th Edition Rulebook, pg. 110 Anonymous Better to self-destruct than acquiesce. Imperial Armour Volume Two - Space Marines and Forces of the Inquisition, pg. 124 Anonymous Big guns never tire. Imperial Armour Volume One - Imperial Guard and Imperial Navy, pg. 98 Anonymous Blessed are the Gun Makers. Warhammer 40,000: 4th Edition Rulebook ■▪︎■▪︎■▪︎FABRICATOR-GENERAL APPROVAL REQUIRED FOR FURTHER DEVELOPMENT ▪︎■▪︎■▪︎■ View full article

Hey everyone, starting up a new Admech army and figured I'd track the progress here. Some of the base lore for the world is below, and I'll upload some photos whenever I get the chance :) The scheme is roughly inspired by "A Mechanicus...Darkly." ---BEGIN TRANSMISSION--- The world Aegaon was originally settled during the Dark age of Technology, before being overrun by orks during the long night. It is a harsh world, primarily covered in water split only by the peaks of undersea mountains that rise lonely from the depths. In M36, it was revisited by a rogue trader whose crew contained a member of the adeptus mechanicus, Techpriest Numerian. While on location, Numerian discovered an STC for a slightly different pattern of lasrifle mag, which had better charging efficiency while underwater than the traditional model. For this discovery, Numerian was gifted the world of Aegaeon and instructed to excavatefor any further STC fragments. The first 100 Aegaean Expeditionary forces were created to explore the oceans and caves of the undersea world,and by M37 it was determined that the world was devoid of any more fragments. By this time, Aegaeon had specialized into lasrifle production exclusively. Numerian, Arch-Techpriest of the world, became tired of the monotony of their production and jealous of other, larger forgeworlds. In M38, he revitalized the Expeditionary Force program to search new worlds for more undiscovered technology. The 486th Archeological Expeditionary force was one of the groups launched from Aegaeon with the sole purpose of discovering new technology. Led by Techpriest Triaxius, the expedition follows myths and legends around the cosmos, hoping to bring their small forgeworld into the limelight of the Imperium. Their blue robes mark their heritage as members of the undersea forges. ---END TRANSMISSION---