11-26-2006, 03:58 AM
Ezekiel was a fish out of water, so to speak. His home of Gryphonne IV was a pollution choked forge world completely bent to the production of weapons, war machines and equipment to supply the Imperium's armies on the Segmentum Tempestus. His entire life up until recently was completely devoted to managing an assembly line of servitors putting such implements of destruction together. He had never even had a childhood, he was grown to maturity in a geno-vat in the span of three years after gametes from two other tech-priests whom have never met and he'll never meet were merged together. This situation was frightening, as he had no idea on where to go and what to do.
Feeling the fear, he got down on his knees and prayed to the Omnissiah, the Machine God Incarnate, also known to the denizens of the Imperium of Man as the God-Emperor.
"Blessed Omnissiah, I beg of you, please deliver me from this. I am lost and now without purpose. Show me the path to take to my salvation. Amen."
He spent the next several minutes in meditation and prayer, trying to figure out what he should do next. He calmed himself down and deduced what he must do logically. He first needed to secure a means of sustaining himself, while just over half of his body was mechanical, he still needed to eat like any other man and so must solve this problem in less than 48 hours. Water was not a problem as he spied several freshwater ponds within range of his cybernetic sight. Next he need to find civilization, as he was on an alien world, he had hoped that there would not be any Xenos here, as they are an affront to the Emperor and must be destroyed if possible, therefore, he must find human civilization if possible. Finally, he must secure a means to contact the Imperium and seek rescue. He had found his purpose, now he must find direction.
Looking around, he attempted to deduce the most likely direction he must go to find (hopefully human) civilization. Seeing nothing that looks as if it would be crafted by sentient hands, he figured that any direction could work and so simply decided to head straight in a random heading. Whether north, south, east or west he had no idea, since there was nothing to indicate cardinality yet. As he walked, he kept his mind full of pure thoughts, mindful that an idle mind is the plaything of Chaos.
Feeling the fear, he got down on his knees and prayed to the Omnissiah, the Machine God Incarnate, also known to the denizens of the Imperium of Man as the God-Emperor.
"Blessed Omnissiah, I beg of you, please deliver me from this. I am lost and now without purpose. Show me the path to take to my salvation. Amen."
He spent the next several minutes in meditation and prayer, trying to figure out what he should do next. He calmed himself down and deduced what he must do logically. He first needed to secure a means of sustaining himself, while just over half of his body was mechanical, he still needed to eat like any other man and so must solve this problem in less than 48 hours. Water was not a problem as he spied several freshwater ponds within range of his cybernetic sight. Next he need to find civilization, as he was on an alien world, he had hoped that there would not be any Xenos here, as they are an affront to the Emperor and must be destroyed if possible, therefore, he must find human civilization if possible. Finally, he must secure a means to contact the Imperium and seek rescue. He had found his purpose, now he must find direction.
Looking around, he attempted to deduce the most likely direction he must go to find (hopefully human) civilization. Seeing nothing that looks as if it would be crafted by sentient hands, he figured that any direction could work and so simply decided to head straight in a random heading. Whether north, south, east or west he had no idea, since there was nothing to indicate cardinality yet. As he walked, he kept his mind full of pure thoughts, mindful that an idle mind is the plaything of Chaos.