"This is not good... I am screwed seven ways to Sunday!" Vigdis watched as Louis paced around his room, occasionally grasping his hair in panic. Vigdis's eye followed the man as he did a few more laps around the room. The panic in his voice rose as his stress got even worse. Vigdis checked her internal clock and noticed he had been going about this for around an hour now. He had been at that meeting with General Raskian for two hours prior to coming back to his quarters.

All she heard during the first portion of his rant was "Primarch, Imperium, and proof."

"Louie," she voiced, trying to get his attention, only for him to continue on ignoring her. She could hear that he was mumbling under his breath now.

"I am going to die. I am going to die horribly... This is the end for me; they want proof of me being the Omnissiah."

"Louis!" Vigdis vocalized a bit louder, only for the man to continue on in his ramblings.

"I don't even know the first thing about politics, much less in a situation like this! I should have just bitten the bullet, but nooo. Of course not, people needed guidance, and I stepped up."

WHAM

"AUGH," a cry of pain elicited from Louis; his rant was cut short by Vigdis slamming her chassis into his head. Holding his head for a moment, rubbing it. He looked up at his companion. He could see Vigdis's eye was red in color, showing her annoyance towards him.

"Are you done!" She growled out towards him. Louis twiddled his thumbs for a moment before giving a nod. "Yes… I'm done," he mumbled out in a low tone.

At this, the cube bobbed up and down as if to signify a nod, her eye changing back to blue. A chipper tone of voice exuding from her. "Good, because you are overthinking like you always do. Remember to do what you do best—research. Look at the laws. Research everything about the imperium. They know nothing about you, but you can learn everything about them."

The cube brought out a holographic display showing Louis multiple documents. The man stood to his feet, still nursing a developing bump on his head. Gently, he lifted a hand, scrolling through them. "Where did you get these from?"

At his question, Vigdis let out a haughty laugh. "Ohohoho Let's just say being the 'emissary of the machine god' has its perks." Louis would have been worried about her attitude, but right now he would take anything he could get. Anything to give him an edge in the upcoming meeting. He had around eight cycles—days, whatever—to prepare.

Louis's eyes scanned over the documents with a bit more fervor. It showed the history of the Imperium and Mars as a whole. Nothing too secretive, but it was a good amount of high-up information. Enough to start for sure. The treaty of Mars is what interested him the most... and as he read through it, a grin appeared on his face.

The Treaty of Mars was an agreement between the Emperor of mankind and the Mechanicum; it granted political autonomy to the Mechanicum of Mars and its Forge Worlds scattered across the galaxy as well as an exception to the Imperial Truth so that the Cult Mechanicus' adherents could continue to practice their faith.

And considering the fact he was considered the omnissiah and not the Emperor anymore. He had that autonomy as well. He remembered the conversation he had with Raskain the same day he arrived in this wretched world. And a simple question was asked towards the fabricator general. He had asked for something to eat, and so the Raskain brought him to a food vending machine of some sort.

"Why do you see me as the true omnissiah? I thought you all saw this Emperor as the manifestation." Louis spoke, munching on the ration given to him by Raskain. It was honestly plain in taste. Reminding him of an MRE. Except MRE's actually have flavor to them—the good ones at least.
The fabricator general's servo whirred to life, his mechanical eyes gazing over Louis. The man could hear the fans in the general's chassis whirring to life as he processed the question.

"I remember long ago, it was written in the temple of all knowledge by my predecessor's that when the omnissiah finally arrived... the machine spirits would cry out in joy, and creation would weep with gladness. Yet when this emperor arrived here, there was no weeping, no joy—just silence. His light was strong, yes, but it held nothing, no warmth. He showed technical prowess, yes. But there was no heart to it. A means to an end, yet we accepted, if only to prevent war, but deep down we still felt that emptiness."

The general's servo's whirred, and Louis watched as he gazed out into the barren wasteland of Mars. Louis could not figure out the thoughts of the Fabricator general. Yet he remained silent, if only to let him think.
The general's lens moved to look at Louis. A sense of reverence could be felt even from the cold metal frame. The next words impacted Louis a small amount. "But then you appeared, during a prayer. One for guidance, one to finally fill that emptiness, For countless millennia, we have tried to get closer to the Omnissiah... modifying our flesh...stripping away everything... yet it only made the emptiness grow."

Louis watched as Raskain lifted his cybernetic arm, clenching it into a fist. The creaking of metal... it showed that even under all of the wires, all of the metal...Raskain was still human. "There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal. There is no strength in flesh, only weakness. There is no constancy in flesh, only decay, There is no certainty in flesh but death."

Slowly Raskain dropped his arm, a hollowness to his metallic tone. "A creed we have followed for millenia. One followed, from the youngest to the oldest... and yet the hope dwindled to stardust."

Louis approached, trying to find a word to say, only for the general to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Yet in that moment of desperation..."

Emotion could be heard in Raskain's tone, despite the augments preventing otherwise. The general's mechanical head fully turned to face Louis, who now had finished his ration. A genuine laugh echoed from Raskain, not even modified by the Augments. An old raspy wheeze of a laugh.

"The machine spirits sang with joy, Creation weeped... and that emptiness was filled. By your light. And that is when we all knew you were the true Omnissiah, not that Emperor."

Louis looked on at the General and slowly cemented his current role. They needed someone to look to, someone to guide them properly, someone to give them just a minute amount of hope in this wretched universe.. Who was he to refuse.

Louis snapped out of his thoughts and looked back over the documents for a moment longer, He lifted a hand sliding the hologram over to another page. Moving them around for a moment to get a better look over them. Slowly a smile began to appear on his face as he looked over the treaty once more time, Before clasping his hands together closing the hologram.

Louis faced Vigdis, the smile turning into a full blown grin. The cube's holographic eyebrow raised for a moment. "Louie..you're kind of creeping me out a bit with your grin.. It's making you look. Mad scientistey"

Louis walked over to his nightstand grabbing his Mechanic's goggles, He slipped them over his head and then reached down grabbing his boots.

"Vigdis,….get me Elvira and Raskain…If the Imperium wants to meet with me…then I shall be ready for it, and I will show them why I am the Omnissiah"

"Roger that Louie!"


Roboute Guilliman, the primarch of the ultramarines, One of the sons of the Emperor of mankind, Lord Commander of the Imperium, and the greatest tactician. And so many more titles he accumulated over his very long time in service. Yet..

"You mean to tell me... that the Omnissiah is walking among the Martian priesthood... and that the Mechanicus are not worshiping my father anymore... but this god?" Guilliman had an expression of contemplation as he gazed at the informant across his desk.

However, he was utterly baffled at what he was hearing. And he had just finished the indomitus crusade, confronting his brother mortarion. This news was harrowing, considering the Adeptus Mechanicus supplied the imperium with everything, from weapons to armor to vehicles.

"Yes, My Lord. Yet there have not been any signs of a rebellion ensuing from the Mechanicus." The informant spoke out, clasping his hands behind his back. Guilliman let out a hum of thought. He then glanced over all of the paperwork.

"Well, it seems that I will have to meet with this so-called Omnissiah ... .Send a request through to the fabricator general. Failure to accept will result in more drastic measures. Treaty of Mars be damned." Guilliman reached and slid a piece of parchment over to the informant. To which the man grabbed and slid into a small satchel at his side.

"It shall be done, my lord."

Guilliman watched as the informant quickly exited the office. He then for once let out a sigh, feeling the weariness of his age. Turning to look out the window. He vocalized one more thought. "A test... and if this omnissiah is true... then a negotiation."