>>5894700>>5894611>>5894598>>5894555>>5894747>>5894801>When you joined the Adeptus Mechanicus, how you came to be a part in the Omnissiah's divine design.<span class="mu-i">Some shame there is, amid the uncertain murkiness of your subconsciousness; a proper devotee of the Machine God should have a mind as ordered and tidy as a cogitator. With Meri as a guide though you can find your way well enough, you hope. Though it's long before you see anything from the swirl of shadows, that you hear everything.
<span class="mu-g">"Why do you cower child?! Stand tall, stand proud!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"-too loud! I cannot... it hurts!"</span>
Near enough a sea of ink, such dense clouds of pollutants and smog flood to the horizon. From the towering furnaces to the conveyor-belt streets, what uncertain shapes and figures move to the same beat of industry. Only by forge-light can you peer through the exhaust fog... and remember. The choking and coughing of a young adolescent, even with the help of a breathing aid. Clinging to the robe of an ordained priest of the Machine God, lest to be left behind and lost in the fog.
Yet it isn't the toxins which fill the air with pain, but the noise. The roar of the forges, the strike of colossal hammers, the thunder of munitions tested. Deafening by every measure, and physically painful enough to leave the young arrival wincing in pain from each chanted word of the divine machine chorus. It's a wonder the mentor can be heard at all during lulls of the noise, of course no one is foolish enough to even try conversing at the heights.
<span class="mu-g">"Do you expect the Omnissiah to speak in whispers?! This is not Ryza or Lucius, or even Mars, you are on Metalica now! There is no place in this world for those who cannot bear the Voice!"</span>
That's right, the Gleaming Giant of Ultima Segmentum. It was the forge world of Metalica that your family gave you to, and your eventual initiation to the Adeptus Mechanicus. Practically raised as much as mentored by your old Master Zandt, you'd always wondered if it couldn't have been Mars (for example) instead. But then it surely wasn't the case that Metalica simply was the closest forge world to your home, rather that the Omnissiah had such plans for you all along.
Either way, what an honor it was and remains for your family and even at a young age you were eager not to disappoint. To stand firm with divine Voice guiding you rather than cowering from it. Thus a modicum of respect from your mentor, gripping your shoulder and leading you through the forge world by his side rather than trailing behind.
<span class="mu-g">"Come and follow my steps girl, I will show you the way!"</span>
The beginning of finding your place among the choir.
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