Minor whispers
Send visions to Organize informal meeting among most sane, intelligent and reformists to consolidate their hold over admech to advocate reform and moderation in the face of changing Galaxy. Try to reduce influence of extremists from both side to streamline admech hierarchy and theological foundation with far more humanistic agenda.
Roll: 5
At the very last minute a major civil war on Mars is averted as leaders of the Orthodox Cult and Dragon Adherents meet to discuss their doctrinal differences. The unexpected leader of the movement for moderation is Artisan Nirius Qvund, a somewhat arrogant member of the Clockwork Protocol who insists that all of these theological debates are taking away from the true work of the Quest For Knowledge.
Nirius's words are hubristic and self important, but they ring with Truth and Mars takes a step back from the abyss.
Minor whisper: Convince the gullible idiots that Alpha Legion genome makes every one of those traitor Astartes Lactose intolerant.
Roll: 20
It turns out some Martian magi are really gullible. They repurpose some clone vats abandoned in the genetor purges to produce grox milk and modify flamethrowers to spray it. Several skitarii regiments are outfitted with the new weapons to form the Creamy Bucket Brigade.
Minor Whisper: Send a bounty out for live specimens of the Umbra. They are a curious race.
Note: if voidy figures out what the Umbra are, it will laugh
Roll: 2
Capturing Umbra is a tricky business, but the genetors not on Mars are at least competent in their work. They quickly amass a collection of the xenos which are shipped back to Mars for further study. The enigmatic species proves baffling to the Magi on Mars, especially since all the genetors are gone. But in a somewhat more metaphysical realm the respective shards of Mag'ladroth and Qah give each other the finger after detecting their proximity to each other.
And thus the ancient war between the C'Tan and the Old Ones continues after more than 60 million years.
Medium Whisper: We need to replace the genetors, and we need more fighters. Let us clone 100 million genetors, upload as much information from the genetors to them as we can, place hard override chips in their brains and unique command codes for each batch keyed to the commander, and put those commanders into the command of the Skiitari, who have done an excellent job as it stands. We know not to expect the generors to be as competent as their predecessors in gene splicing; this is intentional.
Edit: wow, lucky! Btw, good replicae and cloning is borderline lostech, but the lack of genetors pretty much forced us to figure it out, so i imagine a 3 is pretty good, but not like, making a primarch... maybe it'll actually not be super useless, imagine, an army of short lived, often deformed clones who each have the minimum knowledge and drive to fix themselves (being genetors themselves) while being thrown into deadly combat and training under the skiitari, and having control codes so that they couldn't just cause another disaster like the old genetors kept fing doing
Roll: 3
Despite the warnings and trepidation of literally every tech priest on Mars Fabricator General Gaveum orders the cloning of a new genetor generation in order to replace the hereteks. To everyone's amazement, and possibly due to the cautionary measures taken, this actually goes perfectly. A large order of genetors is successfully cloned and put in charge of various biological efforts needed to support the population on Mars.
Major Whisper: More pylons around Sol. Yes, I know we're already building more. I don't care. *We live in this solar system*. MOAR. PYLONS. AROUND. SOL. PLEASE.
EDIT: ...Shit.
Roll: 63
More pylons are built. Ever more pylons. Except possibly this was too many pylons. As the final one is brought online their is a lurch as the warp rift snaps shut. Every astropath and navigator in the system screams in pain before falling into a coma. Even the regular population of the system is affected as citizens slump into lethargy and despondence.
As promised the Emperor directly calls the Fabricator General to the Palace to discuss the situation with the rampant use of warp suppressing pylons.
Major Whisper
create several groups of idols and kpopers and send them to perform shows throughout the empire a part of the finances will go to the mechanicus
Roll: 47
The response to the bands of idols sent out is mixed. Some planets seem confused. One subsector has started a civil war between fans of separate kpop bands. And several ship loads of strange local currencies have been recieved as payments for the tours. One ship is just full of dolls.
When asked they were expecting the Magos in charge of the venture just shrugs and says the Omnissiah told them to do it. Given the Omnissiah's odd recent visions, no doubt in service to some far sighted plan, this is taken as an acceptable explanation.
Minor Whisper
A artisan make a grav shear axe with the words your skulls are worthless
Roll: 9
Prognosticator Rolium-Div completes a grav shear axe. It is a complete weapon built to a relatively standard design. No heresy was involved or arcane energies. It is such a standard thing that everyone in the forge holds a small celebration for Rolium-Div's normalacy. The inscription on the axe is dutifully overlooked.
Type: Minor
Whisper: Begin trials on improving the flamers to prevent the user from melting, thus making it viable for forces outside of the skitarii.
Roll: 18
The flamer modifications do not go according to plan. The user no longer combusts. Instead everyone exactly 60 degrees to the right and behind them does. No one is sure how this happens as there does not appear to be any leakage from the flamers. But it invariably happens. Not even changing the formations to prevent anyone standing in that location helps.
Somehow an unlikely series of coincidences always happens that ends with an unfortunate soul in that position and on fire.
Type: Minor
Whisper: Experiment on the subwoofers to minimize imperial aligned casualties such as the skitarii.
Roll: 11
The memetic weapon continues to take its toll on the Skitarii when it is deployed. However casualties have been reduced by nearly 20%. Something that the peripherants of the Ancient Variable take as a major success.
Type: Minor
Whisper: Hold small scale trials on how to bring asteroids to mars to rebuild lost portions of the planet.
Roll: 8
The Mechanicus have actually gotten fairly good at moving large bodies around the Sol system. Several asteroids are selected for their mass and metal richness and carefully lowered onto the surface of Mars. Everyone keeps waiting for the massive explosion, but somehow the operation succeeds with no more than 5% casualties.
Type: Minor
Whisper: Improve the terran fortifications to minimize the casualty loss rate.
Roll: 5
Given the recent and only barely repelled daemon assault it is clear that Sol is not in fact as well protected as previously expected. As such Mars and Holy Terra both see the arrival of several siege engineering companies that get to work repairing and enhancing the network of fortifications that already spreads across their surfaces.