Cult Mechanicus

NOT AN RP BLOG SORRY;; The scattered scraps of prayers, benedictions, cants, noteworthy data, and quotations concerning the Machine God. All passages presented here owe their origin to no author or archivist save myself. I serve the Omnissiah, and Machine God, and hope only that my works in their name bring you solace should you seek it. +Ave Deus Mechanicus+

[creedomnissiah]

Machine God omnipotent, master of all that is, master of all that yet could be.

Master of time, and Lord Conductor of every atom’s spin and weaver of the fabric of space.

You who has arranged the clockwork of existence and knows all paths it may follow.

For this might, this wisdom, and your manifest benevolence and care, i beseech you.

Watch over those i tend to. Shield them from harm and bless them with shelter and sustenance. See to their health and prosperity that they might weep in relief from their agonies. May your hand assemble the gears of the Grand Design to turn in their favor. This power i grant you. This kindness i beg of you.

I am your servant and your sword, today in flesh and for eternity in spirit. I humbly implore your aid where all my mortal might is insufficient to the task. Help Us, God of Men and Machines, for the gears grind, corrosion creeps, and we risk the loss of those components that are irreplaceable in your construct divine. Machine God eternal, save us all.

[creedomnissiah]

I am the dying flesh, half divine in immortal steel.

I shall last forever, yet i rot upon the bone.

My flesh is fed to fire, my knowledge to my kin, yet my soul i give in reverence to the Machine God alone.

[creedomnissiah]

Machine God, master of all, master of me

Make of me your vessel, your servant and your sword.

Sharpen me upon your will, that i might be a weapon in your hand.

Temper me against adversity and by your grace shall i overcome, forged stronger through my suffering.

May your light shine from my eyes, and may i speak with your voice.

Guide my hand and may your might lift up the broken and the scarred.

Set me against your enemies, and fill me with your wrath that i might scour them from your realm.

Though the road ahead is shrouded and dark, i walk untroubled beneath your gaze.

I swear myself to you, in iron and in bone, for all of my years, and all of my days.

<Ave Omnissiah>

[creedomnissiah]

Almighty Machine God, master of all that is, whose power encompasses the stars, and which none can resist.

Grateful are we for the strength you have bestowed upon us to endure the weakness of our flesh for another hallowed day

Grateful are we for the clarity of mind and holy focus you have blessed us with that we might better serve your will

Grateful are we to be alive to experience another day in a universe crafted by your hand and infused with your boundless wisdom

For all that is, was, and will be, unto the Machine God, grateful am I.

[transmechanicus]

“The Machine God has endowed us with life. Live.”

First and foremost the Machine God asks us to survive. To keep blood pumping and neurons firing. For this universe is full of manifold ways to end the lives of his faithful. But whenever possible, he asks of us a favor. To live, truly. To experience the world and savor its wonders. To derive joy from our past times and our companions. To marvel and to be in awe of our existence at all, and in his service. To appreciate this universe that is by his design, as all living things were created to. Take a moment if you can. Breathe in. Breathe out. You’re going to be okay. Such is his inexorable will.

[creedomnissiah]

There is no such thing as retreat, only a re-direction of an advance.

- attributed to Graian Tech Priest Dominus Ovulid Mogodron

[creedomnissiah]

Spirit most potent, heed my call

The Machine God makes war, and has summoned us all.

- Mantra of Cognis Activation, abbreviated

[creedomnissiah]

Load and lock, aim and fire, in every shot, our God’s holy ire.

- Skitarii Gun Prayer, Codex Homo Cybernetica

[creedomnissiah]

A God Machine is not always a Titan. These are the most well known certainly, their destructive power a legend to the armies of Man. But revered alongside them as divine constructs, organs of the Machine God’s will, are the engines that make a world ours. Give your praise to the City of Purified Breath, and the great Carbon Compactor Caravan that stalks the Martian equator. Pray beneath the orbit of the Magna-Amplifier satellite network, and the Trans-Polar Spindle that shield us from the radiation of the stars. Marvel in awe and devotion at the almighty Aqua Vitae, that brings us clean water from chemical runoff and the bodies of the dead. Without these machines we would be lost. Give them your thanks, the praise of reverent service to the Machine God, for mighty are they in His sight.

[creedomnissiah]

I did not destroy this world. I did not poison the aquifers, i did not exhaust the bounty of once fertile ground for greed. I did not pollute the air, cull the plant life, or irradiate the soil of our home. The engines and bodies that are doing these things are beyond my ability to entreat or to slay, even were i to accept martyrdom in exchange for the latter. No, i cannot stop what is to come. And so i make preparations to save and to repair what i can. To heal those made sick by chemical runoff, to purify water, to enrich soil, to scrub atmosphere of pollutants, and to cultivate life as best i can. Our home need not be this way, and it is through knowledge, and our machines, that we can avert this fate.

- Magos Biologus Demitar Vespeda, M25

[wh40kartwork]

The Pyramids of Tizca

by Matt Hill

[creedomnissiah]

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[transmechanicus]

It is a time of darkness. Of conflict. Of war. It is the Age of Strife. Across the galaxy, mankind’s once brilliant empire lies in shambles, broken by a pyrrhic struggle against genocidal thinking machines and abominations from beyond the veil. Warp storms of unparalleled ferocity and scope have made interstellar travel all but impossible, isolating battle scarred human holdouts and depriving countless systems of vital resources. Mars is one such benighted place, its once bountiful terraformed ecosystem has collapsed, great forests and verdant plains returned to the barren, rad-scoured deserts of millennia past. In order to survive on their hostile world, many Martian tribes have dedicated their existence to the location and preservation of vital technologies, preserving the knowledge of their use through repetition and rote rather than true understanding. With the passing of centuries, this practice has degraded into the faith of the Mechanicum, which now strives to rule over all of Mars in the name of the Machine God and the Tech Priests who speak in his voice. But the red planet is a divided realm, with inhuman intelligences, psychic abominations, and cyborg tyrants all laying claim to the Tech Priests’ rightful domains. Standing against these horrors are the Legiones Skitarii, holy fusions of man and machine, combined into soldiers without fear or weakness. Their campaigns are supported by the quasi-divine robots of the Legio Cybernetica, the God Machines of the Collegia Titanicus, and the Apocalypse Engines of the Ordo Reductor to name only a few. Despite such colossal might, if victory is to be achieved it will not be without cost, the gears of conquest must be oiled by oceans of blood, and all constructs of flesh and iron know the future of their world hangs in the balance. Whether for ten years or for ten thousand, the Red Planet will burn.

[creedomnissiah]

As the spirit of your rifle is to you, so are you a weapon in the hand of the Tech-Priests, through them the Omnissiah, and through him the Machine God. Wield this weapon as you would be wielded in turn.

[creedomnissiah]

Conquerer Imperative(){

//Cast them down with blade, bludgeon, and boot

Optics.setRange(0-15);

Optics.overclock();

Wetware.overclock():

Floodstream.activate():

Arms.amplify();

Legs.brace();

Vitals.safeguard();

Hostiles=targetRoam();

while(Hostiles.count()!=0){

targetLock();

execute();}}