-Mars
The Exile agents didn't need to wait long for their master's return. Within a several minutes interval, Nusa reemerges.
A faded, ancient keycard dangled from a chain around Nusa's neck, the final proof of what Mars had long forgotten.
"Congratulations on your return, my liege," the agents bowed in perfect unison.
Nusa smiled, not just in satisfaction, but with quiet vindication.
He walked up to the still-prone Fabricator General.
Ctesibius Gamna's remaining eye widened in horror and disbelief.
That cogitator, that vault was sealed by the lost Archivist Cult millennia past. The predecessor of their machinist cult.
No rite or technomantic formula had ever stirred it. And now, this man had not only woken it — it had called him Omnissiah.
Gamna's logic spiraled into conflict with its own augment machine spirit. His biologic brain attempted to reject what his sensors fed him. And yet… he felt it. Machine across the chamber itself trembled in elation.
Nusa nudged the fallen Fabricator General with the toe of his boot. "Arise, child."
At once, Ctesibius Gamna's unactive augmetics roared to life.
Without ritual.
Without sacred oils.
Without the canticles.
With a slow limber, The Fabricator General rose. His frame towering over anyone on the chamber. Standing taller even than Guilliman's, he loomed over Nusa, but height was meaningless.
The Fabricator General could see it now, in both organic and mechanical sight. Greed and ambition sparked briefly, but were instantly crushed by terror… and acceptance.
"Sacred data manifest… impossible… by the Motive Force, Omnissiah Himself…" Ctesibius rasped, his vox-throat glitching as his noospheric archives recognized ancient, redacted markers on the keycard and the voice commands Nusa had used.
He tried to prostate, yet his massive frame reduced the attempt to a stiff bow.
"Are you satisfied with my identity?" Nusa's voice was soft, but the chamber quaked as the machinist assert his power.
Gamna managed to form a reply. "Affirmative, Omnissiah. All data-tithes, cogitator logs, and noospheric archives confirm your sanctified identity."
"Good," Nusa nodded. "Walk with me, child."
Without hesitation, Gamna obeyed, his body quaking with the effort. Agents trail few steps behind them.
Silents loom as they walk the steel pathway of mars.
They arrive at an open platform overlooking the Martian forges, now eerily still.
Over the horizon, imperial titan legio lay hunched in deathless slumber, forge-halls silent for the first time in millennia.
"I've read reports." Nusa spoke idly, "That the emperor once repaired a Titan with just a word. Is it true?"
"It is… my lord," Ctesibius answered. "The flesh-lord deceived with false miracles… but under your Motive Force, all cogworlds shall ascend. Sol shall submit."
Nusa's steps halted. He turned his head slightly, one crimson eye glinting.
"What did you say?"
A terrible weight laced his words. Not shouted but carrying the promise of ruin.
Ctesibius flinched, machine spirits in his own body rebelling at his words. His life support system grips his organ tightly threatening a painful long death should he anger the machine lord.
"Fault detected. Logic cascade in error. Devout repentance initiated. Mercy requested, Omnissiah Prime."
Nusa's expression softened to cold contempt. "This is your first and only warning. For all his flaws, the Emperor of Mankind is my oath-brother. Our visions differ, but our cause remains one: the ascension of humanity."
"By the Omnissiah's will, this binary unit comprehends. Unity acknowledged. Fault quarantined." Gamna bowed deeply, fear gutting his arrogance. The fabricator general silently noted the new shocking revelation.
The silence that followed was thick.
"I asked you about the Titan," Nusa resumed, his tone regaining calm, "because now I will show you what true power of a technomancer is. Not only to you, but to every Adept of Mars. Today is the day the master of machine return to mars."
A surge of warp-lightning coursed around him, the highest power signature ever recorded on Mars, dwarfing even the Daemon Magnus' Luna incursion even dwavfing energy consumption of mars by several margin.
Fabricator General Gamna's data-feeds screamed: [WARNING — peak alpha pluss class entity detected.]
Nusa raised one hand, a faint layer of shimmering warp-veil coating it, the energy manifesting like rippling glass.
"Machine. Heal yourself."
With those three words, Mars trembled.
Across the surface of the planet, from forge-citadels to data-vaults, from subterra manufactorums to orbital docks, machine-spirits screamed and then sang.
Systems locked for centuries jolted to life. Titans stood, trembling with fresh vitality. Rust fell away like shedding skin. Scrap-code harmonized into functional binary.
Adepts awoke where they'd fallen. Cogitators rebooted. Forge fires relit.
And above it all, the noosphere spoke in a thousand voices alerting all of mars.
[All Machine-spirits Harmonize. The Omnissiah Stands Among Us.]
High-orbit vox-nets flared with incomprehensible data-bursts.
Binary storms and nonsensical cipher-chants flooded the noosphere, lashing out in silent arcs of data lightning. Across the Sol System, from Terra's Imperial Archives to Luna's defense cogitators and orbital relay stations around Saturn, machinery shuddered.
Master cogitators stuttered, relays crashed, and logic engines sputtered as the data-burst wave rippled outward.
High-orbit vox-nets flared with incomprehensible data-bursts. All traces point to mars.
[Terra control to battlefleet solar, set course for mars. Find out what happen.] Guilliman voice comes through the vox. Terra control has detected the anomaly and sent out the battlefleet solar to checks.
[Understood lord Primarch, moving to position.] With the order of the primarch, they sail with caution unto mars void spaces.
Battlefleet Solar's auspex stations itself also detected the pulse and knew something huge is happening on mars.
"What is going on mars, archmagos belarian?" the admiral asks the archmagos besides him.
"Omnisiah's grace…this is beyond my experience…analyzing…" archmagos and his mechanicus retinue could only rely on the
"Hurry…give me the data…" The admiral said as the pulsing of noospheric continues harder. The ship itself shudders in elation.
"Analyzing complete…the forge of mars is…is returning to its prime state…" Belarian said as he looked at the view port.
Across mars, Forge-constructs slowly self-repaired, auto-assemblies realigned its production lines, and rusted Titans stirred like beasts recognizing a long-lost master.
Across the Red Planet, Princeps reported their Titans as docile and compliant, eager to move or act as if vying for their master's favor.
Machine-spirits that once groaned in their restlessness from unending works now hummed in serene resonance as if receiving a massagge.
Augmentations thrummed with a new vitality, transmitting long-dormant scrapcode that realigned itself into stable, coherent dataforms making the machine function as it should be.
[The Omnissiah had returned to our holy mars!] Vox-canticles filled the noosphere with repeating words. Machine-minds and adepts across mars wept in joy.
It doesn't take long before the message is spread all across the solar system, martian adepts wishing their brethern to share the same joy share the news and pic-vids all across the star system.
The Fabricator General Ctesibius Gamna could only stare, unable to formulate the right reaction for such a holy moment.
The impossible was now undeniable, seeing it with his own visual receptor. His augments machine spirit screamed in joy, his internal data-vaults hastily recording every moment in obsessive detail.
A reverent hush descended as the collective Mechanicus sought to process what no prophecy, no logic, no algorithm had predicted.
'By the blessed circuits of the Omnissiah, may this sacred convergence endure unbroken beyond the decay of millennia.' Ctesibius Gamna murmured as he enjoys the situation.
However, all things must come to an end.
Breaking the silence, the head agent brought by the omnisiah approached, he bows before Nusa.
"My liege, forgive the intrusion. Battlefleet Solar approaches. Terra Control demands an explanation for the sudden noospheric surge and the state of Mars."
Ctesibius' jaw clenched at the intervention, but he said nothing. The fabricator general understand his station clearly.
"About time." Nusa let out a slow exhale as he strech. "I had nearly forgotten how power feels when unbound."
The machinist turned toward Ctesibius, his gaze steady.
"Walk with me, Fabricator General. Bring those Council members who yet live and whom you trust to think beyond the limits of their cogitators. Change is coming for Mars, and it will not wait for those too stuborn on old ways."