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+Servants of the Forges, Priests who have served in the pursuit of knowledge, Warriors who have died and bled to protect that which is the most important to all of humanity; All who have been chosen by the Machine God and his Divine touch. I reach out to thee.+
The entire crowd began to rumble as the Primarch called out the name of the Machine God. The faith of the people pouring out into the ground and the Machine Spirits that stood close to them.
+Our Forefathers, ancient and wise, reached out into the stars and claimed the entire galaxy as their own. No Xenos, let it be Ork or Mutant, stood on their path to greater glory. It was then that misery struck, the betrayal of Machines against mankind creating an achinging wound that bleed out into what became Old Night.+
The Primarch fell silent for a moment as if reaching deep within his understanding.
+In those years Monsters reign. From Terra to the Galactic Rim creatures from both beyond the veil and those who mutate the realm of man claimed so many of our worlds and knowledge. They forced humanity to forget the Divinity that they had reached and sent them back to the ages of stone and powder. But we, touched by the Machine God upon this planet, did not forget the truth. We grabbed upon those strands of divinity with tightening hands and for that the Machine God noticed us.+
+My Fellows, both Man and Machine, we stand at the side of Terra but we just watch. We allow their legions of warriors walking across the sky to reclaim the domains of the Machine God. No more I say, for we are the Chosen Children of the Machine God. No more shall we stay at the sidelines and grow dim as our allies wage war! No more, for there is knowledge, iron, and manpower in the Universe that is ours for the taking!+
Everyone within the alleys stared upon TalOS as he spoke his next words.
+Upon the authority given to me by the Fabricator General, I hereby declare a Crusade!+
And with those words the entire crowd could not hold their excitement but instead began to scream. Millions be they those who only ever spoke of the machine or kept their flesh, began to cry out in happiness and fervor as they began to answer the action.
+Lords and Scions of Mars, those who join me shall strike upon their robes the red like the sands of our holy world. Those who bear this mark shall be known as Crusaders upon the Reconquesta of Humanity’s existence! Let this moment be the changing of the Eras! Let us bring the Technological Ascension of Humanity! Deus Mechanicus!+
As the crowd cried, for a moment, just a moment, those among the crowd felt as if water had touched their faces. Some may claim it was radiation, but others would claim that it was the miracle they had all waited for.
