Knowledge then, lies in the past and the Adeptus Mechanicus will go to any lengths to uncover the great secrets of antiquity, scouring the universe for any scrap of information from their holy book-the Standard Template Construct system. To them, mankind is in a fallen state that was at the height of its powers during the Dark Age of Technology, when the secrets of the universe were known to all. The Adepts of Mars worship the Emperor in the guise of the Machine God.
It is theirs alone to know how to coax forth the life of a sun in a plasma containment field, how best to apply the blessings of activation and maintenance to the massive Titan war machines, how to ensure that the engines of the Emperor’s starships run smooth and true. They are the guardians of technology, the magi of machinery. The domains of the Adepts of Mars exist semi-autonomously within the Imperium, an empire within an empire, a right given to them by the Emperor Himself at the very dawn of recorded history. There is no certainty in flesh but death.” There is no constancy in flesh, only decay. There is no strength in flesh, only weakness.
“There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal.
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