Arriving on Mars
He walked in a huge ship.
The ship moved with unnatural grace for its size and at speeds that should not be possible for a ship of its size.
Bucephalus had flown from Terra less than 20 minutes ago and they were already close to Mars.
Its colossal plasma thrusters increased power and overall speed allowing them to reach Mars in a very short time.
He ordered the construction of this ship named after his former companion more than five thousand years ago using the almost inexhaustible sources of money he had.
Now he knew it was all worth it.
He looked at the tech priest who was now staring at him.
He captured numerous tech priests who came to Terra trying to steal ancient technology. Again, he had all the knowledge needed to build every technology humanity had invented, but Terra was his territory and they were stealing what was his.
Most tech priests could easily be recruited to work for him by simply talking to him. Those that were not could be easily eliminated and recycled.
This technical priest was one of those who immediately agreed to work for him.
The technical priest was called Belisarius Cawl.
The same Cawl that created the Primaris Marines. The one that started the re-terraforming of the Space Marine recruit world that was completely eaten by the Tyranids.
The same one that created numerous new technologies after the awakening of Roboute Gulliman in the 42nd millennium.
The same one for whom just one look was enough to beg him to serve him.
Cawl craved new knowledge and the betterment of humanity, which made him ideal for his goals.
Cawl sincerely wanted to be a good servant of the Machine God, and serving the source of knowledge and wisdom was his only true purpose and ambition in life.
It's kind of a funny irony that Cawl thinks the God of Masina and he are one and the same being.
He should really learn how to convey information without traumatizing anyone.
Both you and Cawl are of the same opinion that the Mechanicus is just a bunch of egomaniacs and bigots who spend their free time bickering and arguing with each other, just hoarding knowledge without any real will to invent anything new.
How many days and nights have you spent debating with Cawl about the doctrines and beliefs of the Mechanicum. Now it's all paid off, because you carry with you the documents that will mark the reformation and the birth of the new Mechanicum.
Mars loomed in sight.
It would take several hours with low power to reach Mars, but you decided to use psychic mimicry to hide the ship from potential Xenos attackers.
He said to Cawlo, "Do you accept my offer?" he asked Cawla and added "You saw a potential future, what else would have happened if I hadn't intervened, your memories would have been erased and you would have forgotten everything".
"I accept your offer, my lord," Cawl replied calmly.
"That's good to hear, it's good to have another genius whose creativity has no limits". I reply.
Cawl flinched slightly at your words before putting the stoic mask back on his face.
"Thank you my lord, I will not disappoint you," Cawl replies.
"I know you won't" you answer with a smile.
"Master, we have arrived," Cognatu-Ferrum replied.
You only answer with a slight nod.
Mars' colossal iron ring was now fully visible as you are close to Mars.
Soon millions of signals are coming from Mars and its countless orbital installations. You command them to be simply answered with a simple message in perfect binary format. "We are the Imperium of Man, we wish to meet with the Mechanicum of Mars for peaceful contact"
Billions of weapon platforms are ready to fire at you, but none have been fired. You simply influenced the trillions of machine spirit that were on the platforms not to fire.
The twenty-kilometer ship soon pressed into the upper atmosphere of the Red Planet, and the heat of the ship immediately caused the formation of an oxygen cloud and a heavy downpour that fell on the surface of Mars.
Your ship is slowly descending towards the surface of Olympus Mons, and you just order them to prepare to disembark.
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(Taymon Verticorda POV)
It never rained on Mars.
Except now it was raining.
The polished orange sky above wept a great downpour, streaking the cockpit, and he felt the cold dampness through the hard plugs in his spine and the haptic implants in his fingers.
He realized that he was crying too, because he never expected to witness such a scene, the opening of the heavens and the precipitation falling on the surface of the red planet. Something like this had not happened in living memory, and it had been a long time on Mars.
Two other war machines followed it, his brothers in arms and fellow knights of Taranis. He could hear their chatter about the Multitude, the synaptic congress that connected their minds, but he had no words to convey his own sense of wonder at the sight that greeted them today.
The sky above Olympus Mons was raging.
The storm clouds rose as if ancient, forgotten gods were fighting within them, striking their mighty hammers against wrought iron anvils and hurling forked lightning at each other. Mars' largest moon, Phobos, was visible as a yellowed irregularity behind the clouds, its cratered surface at the closest point to the Martian surface in decades.
The abused sky cracked and roared, warping under the pressure of something unimaginably huge, and the atmosphere lit up the sky as far as any eye, carnal or augmetic, could see.
"Spread out," he said. 'Flank speed.' The Titans charging alongside him charged into the battlefield as they strode through the hot, humid mist. Felt no threat from the unknown craft, but decades of training and discipline did not allow him to approach it without caution.
Tens of thousands of priests, skitari and servants watched from the edge of the crater, and about half a dozen knight-walkers were in combat positions around the exit ramp.
Golden light suddenly burst from the clouds above, brilliant and brilliant, and flashes of crimson lightning danced like a crackling spider's web between earth and sky. He almost lost his footing as he instinctively looked up and saw.
A mighty floating city of gold descended from the heavens. Like a mountain tower torn from the side of some huge, continental land mass, the city was dappled with light and color, and its dimensions were enormous, unimaginable. A huge golden prow with eagle wings marked one end of the floating city, and colossal walls, like the highest spiers of the mightiest Martian tower, rose like knotted stalagmites from the other.
This was no ordinary vessel, this was a craft built with love, a craft built for a being loved by all. No ordinary man could inspire such devotion, and suddenly he felt an overwhelming fear that he was in the presence of something far greater and far more terrifying than anything he had ever imagined.
A shriek of steam emanated from the ship, and the colossal hatch was illuminated by golden light. Huge pneumatic pistons—bigger than Titans—slowly lowered a long ramp, easily wide enough for a regiment of gene-stacked Skitari to march down in single file. The ramp lowered with no sign of a load on the vessel, and the light from within poured forth, bathing the Martian landscape in a warm, welcoming glow.
The light seemed to move with him and as he watched the figure descend the ramp, a shadow fell across the surface of the plain where the craft had landed. Unwilling to take his eyes off the majestic figure, looked up to see a convex ellipse of darkness bite into the glowing outline of the sun. The light from the storm-ravaged sky faded until the only light came from the figure as he stepped onto the ground of Mars for the first time. Knew immediately that the man was a warrior, for there could be no doubt that this towering figure had become mighty in battle.
He felt in his bones the collective gasp of thousands of spectators, as if the planet itself shuddered with pleasure when it met the touch of this individual.
He looked down to see a giant standing before him, tall and clad in golden armor, each plate forged with the same skill and love as had been expended on his vessel. Giant carried no rudder and was not equipped with visible breathing augments, but seemed unfazed by the chemical air on Mars.
Found his gaze lingering on the giant's face, beautiful and perfect as if he could see beyond Ares Lictor's armored exterior into his soul. In his eyes, his eyes so ancient, saw the wisdom of all time and the weight of all knowledge contained within them.
A crimson cloak fluttered in the wind behind the giant and he carried an eagle-topped scepter clutched in a single mighty gauntlet. The golden giant's eyes carefully observed everything in front of him.
The giant approached him and extended his hand towards him. "Your machine is damaged, Taymon Verticorda," he said, his voice heavy yet musical, the most perfect sound imaginable. 'Can I?'
He tried but couldn't answer. He felt as if something had forcibly closed his mouth.
The light was beautiful.
'Machine, heal yourself,' said the giant, the purpose and confidence in his voice flowing into him as if he were infusing every molecule of his hybrid flesh-and-steel existence with newfound purpose and vitality.
He felt the heat of the giant's touch through his mount's shell and gasped as shuddering vibrations spread through his plastic and ceramite armored frame. He involuntarily took a step back, feeling his horse's movements flow as smoothly as ever. With one step he could feel the Ares Lictor moving as if it had just rolled off the assembly lines, his stubborn knee joint bending like new.
'Who are you?' he panted, his voice sounding harsh and pathetic next to the powerful voice of the golden warrior's voice.
"I am the emperor," said the giant with incredible grace and refinement.
It was a simple answer, but the weight of history and the potential of a glorious future were carried in every syllable.
Knowing that he would never again hear words spoken with such meaning, he knelt, followed by the rest of Ares Lictor on one knee, performing the maneuver with a grace that would have been impossible before the Emperor's touch.
At that moment, Taymon Verticorda knew the truth about the being standing before him.
"Welcome to Mars, my lord, all honor to the Omnissiah" he replied.
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(Third Person POV)
A squad of Titans formed a guard of honor around the Emperor as they left the crater. More and more citizens of Mars joined the procession. Soon thousands followed the Emperor in the great river of Mechanicum Red and Cybernetic Grey.
The procession grew as more and more people joined it, attracted by the noise and the golden light.
Many people with faulty cybernatics and poor health approached the emperor.
With just one touch, the emperor fixed every flaw and healed anyone who had any problem, which caused even louder cheers from the audience.
Through the Martian noosphere the message "Long live! Children of Mars! The Omnissiah has come!" which caused an even greater increase in the procession as more and more people rushed to join the procession.
By the time the procession reached the Temple of Omniscience, it had grown to tens of millions.
The Temple of Omniscience was carved into Olympus Mon, and its great gate reached nearly a kilometer in height. On either side of the entrance to the temples are caves housing the Super-Titans. In another existence, they would be known as the Imperator Titans.
Much to the crowd's shock, every Titan knelt before the Emperor, allowing him to pass.
Surrounded by his new guardians, the Emperor of Mankind entered the Temple of Omniscience. In one hand he held a copy of the book that would mark the beginning of the reformation of the Mechanicus, and in the other hand a copy of the conditions for joining the Mars to Imperium.
In six months he will emerge from the great sanctuary with the first copy of the Olympus Mons Treaty in hand. The unification of Mars and Terra will begin the saga of the final unification of the galaxy under a single empire.