Minor Whisper: Upgrade the Dei Voluntas battle moon with pylons and give the main gun the anti-demon upgrade made for the lashuns so that it can permakill demonworlds and maybe shut the warp rift in the Sol system.
Roll: 2
Bessane-Alpha-1 is somewhat skeptical of the new pylons designed by Archmagos Ivonivion Zaul. Unlike many of his peers the lord of the Dei Voluntas is not so quick to make usage. Mostly because the Dei Voluntas makes extensive use of Dolmen Gates for travel, and experiments have shown that pylons and the webway interact negatively to put it lightly.
Still Bessane-Alpha-1 cannot deny the usefulness of pylons as a deterrent against warp incursions. And so several pylons are carefully installed on the attack moon with heavy safeguards to ensure they do not activate except when absolutely necessary. Even more heavy safeguards are put into place around the main gun as it is upgraded with the las anti daemon technology. Bessane-Alpha-1 doesn't want his fiefdom destroyed like Mars and so many other forge worlds. It is large for a mobile vessel, but too small to withstand that kind of damage.
These upgrades wouldn't even be considered by the Lord of the Dei Voluntas except for the destination of the great vessel. It must travel the Eye of Terror itself to reach the ancient crone worlds of the Aeldari, most of which are no doubt full blown daemon worlds by now. Bessane-Alpha-1 will need every anti daemon weapon in the Mechanicus's arsenal if his mission is to succeed.
Medium Whisper: Have the Genetors decipher the Orks genetic memory.
Roll: 18
Genetor Caldrent Hextigonor has made a study of the xenos species colloquially known as Orks. It is well known among the Magi Biologis that the Orks have a form of genetic memory. This is clearly shown by the fact that Ork tribes grown on completely separate planets with no contact develop technology that is basically identical barring the idiosyncrasies of individual Ork Meks.
Genetor Caldrent has spent a life time attempting to tap into that memory, and finally he feels as if he is close to succeeding. In laboratory filled with strange and exotic samples of orkoid lifeforms Caldrent has wired up the remnant of an Ork mek skull to a machine that whirls and clunks. Chanting the rites of activation Caldrent pours electro currents through the fungoid's skull and line by line the cogitator fills with Orkoid knowledge.
Minor Whisper: It is the holy duty of every true believer to write bad fanfiction about the Emperor and to send it to his noosphere accounts.
Roll: 14
A significant amount of Emperor/Omnissiah shipping fiction has started to crop up on the noosphere. The main complaint most magi have is that since the Emperor is in fact the physical avatar of the Omnissiah the relationship doesn't make any logical sense. This dissuades none of the authors.
Okay, I will do a d100.
Major Whisper: The Adeptus Mechanicus receive knowledge to form a Holy substance to be known as Tiberium! It can be used as an extremely efficient and optimised method to extract resources with minimal effort, with additional bonuses to rapid manufacturing using it's refined form, in addition the Omnissiah calls for Noctillith to be added during it's creation to imbue the Seed of it with a Passive Anti Warp effect.
Roll: 42
Plans for how to actually use Tiberium are found by mechanicus searching the forge world archives for how to deal with the strange new substance. The discoveries are nearly simultaenous and taken as proof of the blessing of the Omnissiah to use the strange new substance that has been growing on worlds throughout the galaxy. Great refinery fleets are assembled and set out to take control of the new mining worlds despite the horrendous effects the first few samples have had on unlucky test subjects.
Major whisper:
Redevelop ancient Teran infowar weapons, the adware, to work against Necron software. If it also accidentally infects mankind's systems, that is a feature, not a bug.
Soon, Trazyn will get buried with messages about hot single moms in his area, Mwahahahahahaha!
Roll: 3
Arch Explorator Halphuul and his massive fleet have arrived at the world of Mundus Pyra. This is not their target of course, but rather it was Halphuul's judgement that it would be best to reorganize and resupply the fleet before the main battle at Solemance. The Fire Lords are surprised at the arrival of such a massive fleet, but after the mechanicus completely refit their chapter with new equipment more or less out of habit Chapter Master Phoros pledges the chapter to the crusade.
Halphuul meanwhile is conversing with the info war specialists who joined the fleet prior to its departure. During the journey they have refined their techniques and modified them to work with the Solemance authorization codes found in the initial data packet. They are now prepared to blitz the necron lord Trazyn with their full array of memetic weaponry as soon as the fleet arrives in orbit over the ancient world.
Minor whisper
Have a artisan make a drill spear with words on the saft "Perfection Is A Lie"
Roll: 17
On a distant forge world far from the political turmoil of Mars a Vakeum Ozmigophus begins works on what will hopefully be their magnum opus. As a Seditious Monitor of the Binary Cloister it is Vakeum's job to deal with hereteks on both an idealogical and physical level. And they are working on a weapon to assist them in the matter.
Their first attempt is a drill spear, but unfortunately they misjudge the rotational forces involve the head splinters itself apart.
Minor whisper
Have a artisan make a power sword with the words on the sword "Death Has Come"
Roll: 15
Their second attempt is a power sword, which seems like a fairly straightforward process. Power swords have well established rites after all. Unfortunately their weapon is too good and is requisitioned to present to a passing Space Marine chapter.
Minor whisper
Have a artisan make a power hammer with words "Your Plans Are Piontless"
Roll: 6
Being rather put out by this turn of events Vaekum's next attempt is done in total secrecy. They manage to forge a great work of craftsmanship and create a power hammer worthy of legend. Across it's haft is engraved the words, "Your Plans Are Pointless." As Vakeum took the first two attempts to be the Omnissiah's way of telling them to trust more in the light of the Omnissiah rather than their own meager plans.
Together Vaekum and their power hammer would go on to become legends of the Mechanicus.
Medium Whisper: Command the Orthodoxy and the Dragon followers to deal with this as all should. A debate with one the one who has the most progress on the quest for knowledge. There will be a neutral party selected from off Mars to help make the debate fair and even.
Roll: 10
With Mars out of contact the debate actually takes place on Ryza. Lead by the followers of Nirius Qvund the conclave conclave the results are settled fairly quickly and with only the usual amount of political assassinations. The Order of the Dragon are recognized as an official dogma of the Mechanicus and the Orthodox Cult agrees to recognize portions of the Omnissiah's draconic nature.
In return the Order of the Dragon agree to more carefully examine their enlightenment from the Omnissiah given the fairly disjointed and contradictory nature of the revelations in the recent years.
Medium Whisper: create the vulture class droid fighter
Roll: 6
The new vulture droid line is by far B1's most succesful creation. Not only are they far superior to the usual Archaeopters used by the Skitarii, but their autonomous intelligences are far more easy going and dependable than most of the other droids. They are perfectly happy to accept B1's orders and work with other droids so long as they get to fly through the thin Martian atmosphere on a regular basis.
Type: Medium whisper
Description: Send reinforcements to the explorators retrieving the shard
Edit: Yep, they didn't arrive in time.
Roll: 32
It takes some time for the nearest forge worlds to hear the distress call, decide to actually respond, bicker among themselves to decide on a fleet commander, and finally assemble all the many moving parts needed for a relief fleet. But finally it is accomplished. The fleet arrives over the necron world to find the remaining mechanicus hold outs barely holding onto their remaining lunar strongholds.
The Mechanicus fleets quickly beat back the Necron forces, who had taken their own losses in the fierce fighting, and after some consideration the Arch Magos in charge of the fleet, Zyga Akerraril, decides to unleash the final answer. The Mechanicus fleet presses through the Necron armada until a lone battlecruiser is able to enter low orbit and unleash a two stage cyclonic torpedo.
The first stage bores through the barren crust to the very mantle of the world. The second stage however has been modified. The Mechanicus didn't just ignore what was happening on all those forge worlds after all. Anything can be used in the quest for knowledge. As the torpedo hits the mantle exotic mechanisms trigger a rack of las guns in just the right sequence.
Almost instantly energy wells up and the planet's crust is blown off in huge chunks. The necron fleet is annihilated in a barrage of energy and fragments of rock the size of hives. The Mechanicus fleet was somewhat more prepared, but still takes heavy losses as it attempts to pull away from the planet. In the aftermath the remaining Mechanicus forces collects the surviving remnants, and most importantly the Relic of the Omnissiah from the now orphaned moon before jumping out of the system once and for all.
Minor Whisper: Send the Ultramarines a gift of thanks for the Shard.
Roll: 4
Minor Whisper: Get your butt back to mars!
Roll: 16
The Explorator fleet with its grizzled veteran of the Necron and Tau wars attempts to reach Mars, but are shunted out of Terra few light years from the Sol system as the warp itself seems to recoil from the strange aberration that the system has become. They find that they are not alone as many of the supply fleets that constantly stream towards Terra have also been accumulating at the edge of the warp drain.
The disparate fleets are slowly being reassembled into a crusade fleet by the Primarch Roboute Guilliman who was himself on his way to Terra when the anomoly happened. He had originally planned to lead the Crusade to reclaim the Throne World using sublight drives. It would take decades, but such an expanse of time was nothing in comparison to reclaiming humanities most important world. Fortunately the Explorators offer a new solution. They offer to equip the crusade with the ancient skim drives relegated to their ancient archives. Doing so will allow he crusade fleet to cross the distance in a fraction of the time.
The explorators do hold one thing back. Their own ships are now being equipped with skim drives powered by the ancient relic of the Omnissiah they liberated from the necrons. As such they should arrive before the main crusade fleet.
Minor Whisper:create a few b1 variants
Roll: 11
B1 creates a few more battle droids to fill out its armies. At this point it has spread across most of Mars. There are only three exceptions. The first are the scattered hold outs of the Order of the Dragon which utilized some of the more radical of the recent Omnissian inspirations to modify themselves. Second is the Fabricator General and his personal retinue on Olympus Mons. And finally the guardians of the Noctis Labyinrth continue to hold out against B1's attacks. Their ancient weaponry and unending zeal a match for its bronze legions.
Major Whisper: While the results of encouraging las gun experimentation proved less than optimal, the information dissemination itself worked flawlessly. Explore more noosphere related communication options. For the next test, go to the debate groups for Battlefield Gothic Online and leak the full user manual of an Arc Mechanicus, including how to access their on-board STCs, to win a pointless debate about bulkhead thickness.
Roll: 90
The entire schematic for an Arc Mechanicus is leaked on the noosphere. It contains every aspect on how to build the vaunted ships including a complete set of STC blueprints. Unfortunately since it is by necessity an immense data file no one manages to get through more than the initial codex entry and it is mostly dismissed as a fake. One with an immense amount of effort put into it, but ultimately nothing more than a comical attempt at getting attention.
Mh-hm.
Major Whisper
Smuggle an archotech bomb into the Throne Room to purge the false Omnissiah from existence.
Every time he votes to aid the Emperor, I roll the dice on an assassination plot. We'll see who blinks first.
Roll: 67
The Custodes might be working on instinct, but that instinct was personally molded by the Emperor and reinforced with thousands of years of guarding the Imperial Throne Room. The draconic magi who attempt to deliver the bomb trip all the Custodes remaining instincts and they are quickly apprehended and killed. The bomb is placed on a shuttle and driven back into the most likely point of origin.
Unfortunately the Custodes aren't nearly at their best, and they simply pick out the most active location on Mars as the target for their retribution. This is B1's automated hive on Mars. And ironically the Arch Heretek had nothing to do with this particular plot.
Major Whisper: Hollow out an asteroid and turn it into a headquarters with anti-daemon lasers, a Dolmen gate and other advanced tech (stcs, necron tech, c'tan tech)
Roll: 8
What was once a minor outpost of the mechanicus is quickly turning into a bastion of the C'Tan. Your followers are even more fanatical in their belief than the necrontyr of old and they quickly carry out your directions to prepare bastion from which to survey this new galaxy. You lack much of your former knowledge and power, but even in your reduced state you far exceed their pitiful knowledge and soon your fortress is a hive of industry even as the outside bristles with all manner of exotic weaponry.
Indeed your followers have spread your teachings and much of the surrounding system is slowly being converted as new adherents make a pilgrimage to see your awe inspiring form and are inducted into the ranks of your followers.
