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Everyone watched as the Primarch stepped forward. Under the red Martian sun they saw upon him the creme and steel robes that belonged to another Forge World, but the massive bionic limb that took one of his arms told them that he was indeed one of their kind. He stood there for a moment to study the massive groups of individuals, forges, and fiefdoms to determine what they were.
As he did so the rest did the same. As their eyes glanced away from the obvious binic to the chiseled face and frame that such a perfect being could bare. Many forced their oculars to enhance their visions so that they could study the firm determination that echoed from his eyes.
It was then that the Primarch spoke, a perfect tone of binary that was carried through all the mouths that willingly donated themselves to the data-sphere that was projecting him. All felt their hearts taken up as cognition was applied to learn what the man spoke.
+I embarked on my pilgrimage one year, six months, and three days ago. From the planets of Xana and Columnus to Titan and Terra I have walked through the domain of the Machine God. Each of these Forges have blessed onto me numerous vessels that number in the hundreds. I look upon the people below me and see not only the red robes of Martians, but the Blue of Columnus to the Scorched Black of Lucius.+
Everyone looked around and studied their fellows with a closeness that only an Acolyte of the Mechanicum would have been able to. Within seconds the outliers of those who had come down early from the fleet were found and noticed to have blended themselves perfectly among the crowds of Mars. It was illuminating as they looked upon it.
+I looked towards today for all the year I have traveled. With every step I made I gathered more and more of our people so that we may witness the coming age!+
The Primarch fell silent for a moment and in that moment each and every priest began to discuss and chatter with one another. Speculation was quickly expanded between not just the Martians but the others who came from so many other Forges. They all could not help but guess at the brilliant mind that possessed insights none have had.
The Primarch raised his hands into the air as he basked in the morning sun. The robes that were once Beige began to appear red as the Primarch allowed the light of the holiest of solar phenomena to blast itself against his skin.
And then he spoke.
