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The Fabricator General was a small man whose flesh slowly withered throughout the years. It was not because he neglected bionics but instead it was the sheer age of the man. His body lacked the majority of his original limbs as instead the Genetors opted to graft upon the old one a series of organic augmetics. That however to the man was before the time of the current High Council, before the current cropping of Arch Magos Genetors came to propagate. At last, he kept his sanity for long enough by employing a method of steady replacement recommended by those of the past.
He finally sat himself upon the Throne of Lucius, an item that he had commissioned around three thousand years ago. The name of the maker, Adept Artificer L0G4N, was a good fellow that earned such patronage by exhibiting a talent the Fabricator only saw in two others.
One of those men was the subject of this Court Session today. To a normal human it would have been an hour ago but to the Fabricator General he recognized it as fifteen years ago. As an infant spawned from the Warp through a teleportation array by the esteemed Magos C4R and his assistant E11IE. He ordered the Genetors to scan the boy for any forms of teleportation induced taint or mutation but instead they found the next stage in human evolution.
That day the Fabricator General realized the truth of the matter. How the boy, sung by the Machine Spirits, would become the greatest figure of the Galaxy. From both shadow and light the Fabricator General gave support to the boy in the form of securing rights to Particep Semper and building the next generation of humanity. Upon giving the boy his Omnissian Axe, the one who lost his own name decided to help the boy create his own.
Abhuman Superior One proved himself to exceed any thoughts or expectations the nameless one gave him. Not only had he exact his revenge but thought effort reunited the remnants of the Federation into a cohesive whole that proved monstrously useful the day Mars finally came back. It gave them enough ability to threaten Mars into giving his old position back.
The Fabricator General could not express his thanks to the Arch Dominus enough. That was something that could not possibly be mistaken.
The Fabricator General looked upon the assembly of bowing Tech Priests for a moment, <span class="mu-s">+Protocol 11544; you are all permitted to raise your heads in my presence.+</span>
The Trial would now begin.
