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The red sands of Forge World Nazarick-Prime burned under twin suns, casting crimson shadows across the spires of the massive Mechanicus citadel.
Towers rose like monoliths to forgotten gods, crowned with cog-skull insignias, vox-arrays, and anti-orbital defense batteries. Rivers of molten metal flowed between manufactoria the size of cities. Chanting echoes of tech-prayers and the rumble of titanic forge-engines filled the air.
In the sanctum of the Omnissiah, a throne of gold and steel rose amidst coils of data-cables and incense smoke. Upon it sat a skeletal figure, clad in robes of deep crimson and adorned with circuitry so advanced, it bordered on the heretical.
Fabricator-General A1n-z, Ruler of Nazarick-Prime, Prophet of the Machine God... and internally, still the panicking nerd once known as Suzuki Satoru.
“Okay, stay calm. You’re leading an entire Forge World. No pressure.”
To his right, Overseer-Imperator Alb3d0, stood like a queen of wires. Her voice modulator hummed with restrained devotion.
“My Lord A1n-z,” she intoned reverently, “your presence in the Core Calculatorium is requested. The Machine-Spirit of the Fusion Forge has grown... agitated.”
A1n-z’s internal monologue screamed: I don't even know how that system works! Why is a fusion reactor angry?!
Externally, he nodded, voice modulated and deep. “Very well. Let us offer appeasement rituals to soothe the blessed machine.”
Alb3d0 bowed, her mechanical wings folding reverently behind her.
Across the Forge World, the Guardians—his Tech-Priest council—awaited.
Each Guardian was a towering figure in their field, rebuilt with cybernetic glory to serve the Omnissiah’s will.
D3miurg3, Archmagos Logis Strategos, led Skitarii legions with frightening precision. His implants buzzed as he calculated 4D battle simulations in real time. He also insisted on referring to war as a “necessary purification ritual of inefficient organics.”
Alb3d0, the beautiful yet terrifying Overseer-Imperator, is responsible for handling all matters deemed beneath A1n-z’s notice. Her armor is a towering archeotech-sarcophagus of jet black adamantium, laced with gravitic weapons. Loyal to Ainz beyond logic—perhaps dangerously so.
C-0-cytus, Magos Reductor, towering even among other Mechanicus war-magi, his insectile frame and numerous mechanized limbs are all brimming with drednought rated ordinance. H is a living war platform, who only spoke in binary.
Aur4 and M4re, the twin Magi of Bio-Engineering and terraforming systems, command entire biotic ecosystems within Nazarick’s sub-levels. Their knowledge of xeno fauna and flora is considered heretical even by Dark Mechanicum standards.
Sh4llte4r Bloodf4llen, Magos Sanguinaria Biologis, her specialization delves into the fringe territory of blood-tech, combat biomancy, and hemocircuitry, a field bordering on heretekal by orthodox Mechanicus standards. She treats blood not only as a biological fluid but as a divine medium of data, memory, and spiritual conductivity. She is clad in an elegant crimson mech-robe ensemble resembling a gothic dress. Her servo-tendrils are delicate and needle-like, designed to extract blood with surgical precision or inject combat stimulants directly into subjects.
S3b4s Ti-an, Chief of Human Resource Conversion, oversaw the bio-mechanical integration of organics into the workforce. Despite his high rank, he still personally made sure to enforce moral guidelines on conversion practices, placing value on dignity, purpose, and voluntariness—a controversial stance within the Mechanicus. He straddles the line between radical compassion and unyielding efficiency.
And above them all, A1n-z— Fabricator-General —pretended he knew what any of them were actually doing.