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The Omnissiah did not sit within Particep Semper anymore. His Titan, his Companion, was needed upon the golden planet for the final battle of this current era. What he sat within now was the Phalanx. Such an ancient and powerful system that he was now attuned to understanding fully.
The Phalanx was surrounded by several ships of much smaller size. Each of them throwing what was several lines of reinforced steel cables towards the planet of Mars. They moved due to the wind and the pressure that the red planet inflicted upon these chains but none of them broke or missed. As the Omnissiah had seen it on this specific day and hour the chains were blown in the correct positions that a great many of them were dug deeply into the floating piece of rock that was below them.
There must have been thousands of them. Thousands of stings that with a single error by the Omnissiah would have brought the fleet down into the atmosphere of Mars. He did not worry though, for he was the Master of the Motive Force, and knew just how things would move when they did so against the other forces of the Universe.
+Are you ready, oh venerable one?+ The Omnissiah asked the Phalanx as he noted everyone was in position.
+I am ready. For Dorn and the Imperial Fists.+ The Machine Spirit answered its sovereign without issue. Seeing as it was prepared the Omnissiah dispursed what was a figment of intelligence created by his own thoughts. It was in some way interesting to see the entity value his brother so much, but that was expected when the Imperial Fists took the upmost care of this vessel.
It valued them as much as they valued it.
The Omnissiah did his final calculation and made sure it was correct. He did so through both the eyes of the Worshiper and of the Will. Then, as by his own learning and nature, sent the equation out to be reviewed by those who worshiped him.
It was a minute of waiting, then the equations came out as correct. That was good. It never harmed to have one’s math peer reviewed even when one ascended to the status of a God. Even gods were not infallible, much to the attestment of the Machine God.
With a roar that was carried through the Phalanx a series of ancient and powerful machines activated themselves. The Phalanx, which was always meant to be a mobile fortress, reactivated its tractor beam and attached it to the Magma City.
