Vulcan now a grown woman with defined muscle and a messy appearance was adding the final touches to a rge machine. Done! we can now reliably assemble Zero point modules as evidenced by the new one on my desk it just takes a lot of crystal. This is one of the break through points in the tech tree the maker keeps talking about near infinite energy combined with stability to st long enough to make Dawn smile if it's even possible I think he would see it a sign his mind isn't fortified enough.
I have just the thing to plug it into she thought while looking at a half complete satellite but unfortunately Roboute wants it for the city's power supply he's so boring like that.
In a massive Cathedral with the symbol of the Cult mechanics inscribed in bronze all over. A tall bald man with symbolic tattoos of the Machine God on his head and a pious face was giving a sermon to the assembled Tech priests. Who where nodding along. This was Lorgar who had written down the holy book of the mechanics based on his understanding of the memories given to him by his god and his lords grand pn. He also established the cult mechanics once the creator made clear his goal of having their mechanical race emute humans this was clearly why he was given the memories of the history of Mars and of the men who wished to be closer to God by becoming machine granted he still didn't understand what toasters had to do with it but God would reveal all in time. Lorgar was also responsible for building shops, theam parks, theater, movie houses, holodecks, karaoke booths, gaming booths, stadiums and a Museum filled with a fake history and propaganda. Even if we could use the holodeck to make all of these things it would be a waste of power and wouldn't quite feel authentic so it was best to have real locations instead.
On the very edge of the capital there were several rge buildings built with spires and towers all over all had deep purple accents in the otherwise white brick what made up this collection of buildings. In the highest towers meeting room sat Morgana a beautiful woman with raven hair and a look of displeasure on her face that would make those weak of will want to be punished by her. "why is my backstory that I'm some old hag that uses magic to stay young! I am young! Why can't we just say the price put me in power like Lorgar not that I'm some kind of cougar in a young girls skin" her second generation assistant's all now taking on the form of old men and woman as they grew to match the role of wise teachers and professionals in magic Decided to look away not getting involved in that mess. Except one with a hook nose, bright eyes hidden behind half moon gsses and dressed in the gayist sparkling robe you will ever see spoke calmly "it's all for the greater good" he promptly had a book thrown at his face.
In a rge construction yard a army of replicators and Asurans now Britannians worked together to build another of those sector defense fortifications that chief Rogal wanted done. Ever since the old king appointed Rogal as head of construction and architecture he has been pushing to fortify every inch of the isnd it's a bit extreme but we grunts can't really compin about all the good work we get done tho there's less replicator help something about repairing the other cities in the empire. Best get back to work don't wand Lord Rogals scary eyes to look at me for a second time. The first time it was like a saw my whole life fsh before my eyes and then how I could of done it better by fortifying everything and he judged me for not doing so.
In the pace several camera drones and a reporter worked tirelessly to report to the people about the various reconstruction efforts and political shenanigans going on it the capital as well as any new developments concerning the Regent.
Deep in the halls of a massive pace that made all of kings nding look small by comparison and the mountain next to it look like a younger brother. There was a very ordinary room filled with documents and administrative paperwork stacked neatly the sound of a computer typing also showed that Roboute the prime minister appointed by the previous king was still hard at work behind all that paper work getting the empire to function after the great breaking so we should probably leave.
Looking at the big scary guards that would stop him if he went further in he wisely chose to stay back and end the report. The prince has yet to make a state of the nation address or speak out about the death of his parents. Our contact in the Pace has said the Prince is so distraught that he has barely left his room in this time. J Jameson of The Britannian Broadcasting Corporation signing out.
