Chapter 2:
They seemed lifeless… with a small flex of my will, a new light came to their eyes. They looked around for a moment before a look that could only be described as their whole lives just happened to them in an instant. Another flex willpower sent them off on their daily business as if they had been here for hundreds of years. These would be my veterans and form the upper echelons of this chapter. A moment later there was a large group of marines each of which bore unique armors dictating the ranks of the section heads the leaders of the Techmarines, Chaplains, Librarians, Scouts, and Neophytes all standing proudly, like before they were dismissed to do their work. I like this it's scratching that perfectionist part of my noncorporeal brain.
Another thought and the monastery and surrounding cities were filled with chapter serfs and servitors living there lives. But this won't be enough. Moving a bit closer to the star, I place a forge-world setting its population to near max a new screen appears. Arrayed before me a series of options for STCs some that have even been lost to the Imperium for centuries. I felt like a kid in a candy store… a very very dangerous candy store. I go through selecting anything I expected a post heresy system would have with a few bits and bobs I thought would be fun. No sooner did I finish my selections the sounds of industrial work began… and they were defining. Leaving them to there work I moved on filling out the system bringing it up to seven planets five being inhabited in order is the forge-world closest to the sun, then the world with the fortress-monastery, next the asteroid belt, after that two small agri-worlds circling a gas-giant, finally at the edge of the system a mining colony. I see to a few of the more minor details before I realize something. I made all of this… this life I've brought into reality. From lifeless space to a thriving system holding millions of lives. Work is done; it's time for fun. I went to one of the unused worlds it can support life; it's merely not been colonized yet. I make a body… a tall skeletal machine man a Necron Overlord I get a little fancy in the design. He stands a full foot taller than any of his would-be kin his cloak and ribcage were a vibrant red color matched by a burning crimson gaze and… he looked at me.
"What… are… you?" his voice like the whisper of blades on stone. I was shocked, floored utterly even. Quickly shutting him down I finish some final touches on his equipment before burying him deep until I'm ready to deal with… whatever that was. I plant a few more 'surprises' for later.
This world is in effect one massive super-jungle, so what grows well in jungles? Mushrooms that's what! Planting a few 'spores' to grow, I wander off to check up on things. A form of catharsis rolls over me watching the people of the hive world go to and fro on their daily business. It's when I get back to the space marines that I find something wrong. They aren't doing anything living there everyday live mind you having deep, insightful conversations and what not, however, something's wrong. There aren't any neophytes being brought in. Moving deeper into the fortress-monastery, I find the chapter master going over supply forms. I was about to reprimand him until I remembered he couldn't see me. I check my options a tab called 'Factions' was there when I opened it I quickly found a section called 'Space Marine Chapters' opening it, I found a large amount of information about the chapter among which was a sub-tab called recruitment. There are five options, along with four additional sections for recruiting specialists in the form of Apothecaries, Chaplains, Tech-Marines, and Librarians. For general recruitment, the five options are sparse, few, regular, many, or legion. Quickly selecting legion, I hear a sudden commotion bringing the realization that I'm still in the chapter masters office. I watch as he immediately begins to move around the room with a purpose calling to the Master of the Apothicarion to prepare the necessary Gene-Seed for recruitment. The next call goes to the Master of Neophytes to start the search for possible recruits from the local populace and that of the nearby hive-world.
I finally take a step back to let some time move by. At my command time begins to move faster as I watch my plans come to fruition. On the jungle world, feral orks roam and make war on each other spreading to cover a large section of the world now else of note for now though a few Warbosses are starting to look impressive. I think I saw a weird boy a few days ago… but he exploded, so it's hard to tell how far along the orks are in their lifecycle.
The space marines, however, are coming along nicely. What that option seemed to mean when it said legion was recruiting for an actual space marine legion as I watched thousands of newly minted neophytes mill about the monastery's various training halls and facilities. New armor freshly painted has been delivered. The lion's share of which is Mk. 3 'Iron' armor with new suits of Cataphractii for the first company with a few spares for newly promoted marines. Finally, rack upon rack filled with various ranged and melee weapons with dozens of racks and shelves filled with equipment for scouts alone. Scouts or as this chapter knows them 'initiates' have been receiving as much training as they can gain without active combat. That's the farthest they've gone for now.
Also, the forge-world has been given the go-ahead to start training there own skitarii legions and the hive world's been instructed to increase the size of its PDF, and the construction of a new shipyard in its orbit has been ordered. Time will tell how exciting things will get.