12-21-2006, 03:38 AM
There are sixteen universal laws that all tech-priests and other servants of the Machine God must follow. Eight mysteries and eight warnings, handed down since the beginnings of the cult mechanicus. Of these, two stood out most in Ezekiel's mind as he watched the newest member of this gaggle of heretics, xenos, and the one faithful ascend the stairwell before him to the living quarters. He stopped to face him, and after smiling for a brief moment, continued his ascent. He looked to be made up of some mechanical components as well, but unlike him, his seemed too alien to be the proper works of the Machine Cult, this combined with the terrible feeling that emanated from him brought about one word to Ezekiel's mind.
Pariah...
He had heard of such beings, men and women born without souls, creating a sort of, black hole effect in the warp. This is what caused Ezekiel's mind to think of the universal laws which this being undoubtably broke.
The alien mechanism is a perversion of the true path.
The soulless sentience is the alien of all.
More questions plagued his thoughts, but the train of which was derailed by a voice piercing his ears.
"You didn't answer my question earlier." It was Arukenimon's voice from behind him.
"Excuse me?" Ezekiel said turning to face the woman in the red dress.
"You still didn't tell me how you became so... mechanical." She said. "I guess you were caught up with something else."
"I suppose there is no harm in an explanation of my 'gifts'." Ezekiel said. "Normally, it would be decades for a servant of the Omnissiah to recieve such augmentation, but in my case, it was a matter of life and death. About three standard years ago, I was totally organic, and assisting in the delivery of ordnance and munitions to the manufactorum in which I performed my duties. Sadly, someone on the world the shipment had come from failed to observe the proper rites of packaging and containment and the container exploded as some loose explosive material inside was detonated after being jostled about during unloading. The flash scorched my eyes, and the heat and shrapnel maimed my arms, legs, and torso. If it weren't for the fact that my brain was alive and intact, I might've been rendered into bio-vat material. Instead, I was reconstructed so that I may continue my service to the Machine God."
"Oh my." Arukenimon said.
"Indeed. I consider that day to be one of the greatest in my life, since I am now closer to the Omnissiah than I would've been normally. Now if you'll excuse me." Ezekiel said leaving Arukenimon and going upstairs to search for an empty room.
Essentially, being built for working practically 24/7, Ezekiel really did not require sleep, but could perform the activity when permissible. Seeing as how he was now far from home and in another dimension, sleep was now permissible along with being alone with his thoughts. He had no idea on where his being here would take him, so he had planned to spend the next few hours in meditation and prayer before resting.
Pariah...
He had heard of such beings, men and women born without souls, creating a sort of, black hole effect in the warp. This is what caused Ezekiel's mind to think of the universal laws which this being undoubtably broke.
The alien mechanism is a perversion of the true path.
The soulless sentience is the alien of all.
More questions plagued his thoughts, but the train of which was derailed by a voice piercing his ears.
"You didn't answer my question earlier." It was Arukenimon's voice from behind him.
"Excuse me?" Ezekiel said turning to face the woman in the red dress.
"You still didn't tell me how you became so... mechanical." She said. "I guess you were caught up with something else."
"I suppose there is no harm in an explanation of my 'gifts'." Ezekiel said. "Normally, it would be decades for a servant of the Omnissiah to recieve such augmentation, but in my case, it was a matter of life and death. About three standard years ago, I was totally organic, and assisting in the delivery of ordnance and munitions to the manufactorum in which I performed my duties. Sadly, someone on the world the shipment had come from failed to observe the proper rites of packaging and containment and the container exploded as some loose explosive material inside was detonated after being jostled about during unloading. The flash scorched my eyes, and the heat and shrapnel maimed my arms, legs, and torso. If it weren't for the fact that my brain was alive and intact, I might've been rendered into bio-vat material. Instead, I was reconstructed so that I may continue my service to the Machine God."
"Oh my." Arukenimon said.
"Indeed. I consider that day to be one of the greatest in my life, since I am now closer to the Omnissiah than I would've been normally. Now if you'll excuse me." Ezekiel said leaving Arukenimon and going upstairs to search for an empty room.
Essentially, being built for working practically 24/7, Ezekiel really did not require sleep, but could perform the activity when permissible. Seeing as how he was now far from home and in another dimension, sleep was now permissible along with being alone with his thoughts. He had no idea on where his being here would take him, so he had planned to spend the next few hours in meditation and prayer before resting.