text: You press your hands against the doors, and with a pulse of psychic energy blast the door open. You walk inside, finding yourself in a huge hall, packed with machinery. Computers, consoles, wiring, generators and much more technology that you couldn't possibly know what it is or does. The room is dark, illuminated only by the blinking lights on the technology. You walk forward, finding yourself in a maze of machines, walking along. You quickly spot Magos Cern at the front of the room, in front of a large computing system, with the upper half of a humanoid robot on top, two clawed arms and a featureless head with two bright red eyes.
  
  
  "Yes, yes! The ship is mine! The galaxy is mine!" Magos Cern says frantically. "Siphoning power levels off the Undying Reapers' floors."
  
  
  "Oh, the Techpriests, the height of logic and sanity," Meliodas says.
  
  
  "Magos Cern," you say, preparing to strike her with a bolt of energy or simply tear her head clean off.
  
  
  Magos Cern continues scuttling around the room, as the robotic head slowly turns to stare at you. 
  
  
  "Cern!" you shout, grabbing her attention.
  
  
  Magos Cern turns around, staring at you.
  
  
  "Shoo," she says, dismissing you with a single word and turning back to work on various consoles.
  
  
  "70% of the ship is accessible, all of the rebel's side," Magos Cern says gleefully. "I just need to slip a few tech words to Kyros and he'll give me complete access. Then we pillage the archives and strongholds of the old world, reinforce you with your brother, Primus, then, then we look further. Necrons, Tomb Worlds..."
  
  
  This insane rant is getting boring, and you're quite insulted by Cern's dismissal of you.
  > You let her finish
  "What the fuck is this?" you ask.
  
  
  "Uh! What is it about your pesky minds that don't just understand the world? I don't have time to explain this to you. Through Primus, I will ascend. I will leave behind my flesh, merging with Primus' mind and becoming immortal! A new era! Mankind will retake the stars with an army of Iron Men, and I will lead them! The God-Emperor's Great Crusade will be a pathetic comparison to what I will accomplish!"
  
  
  Metal tentacles begin appearing from the walls, with drills, metal claws and buzzsaws. You growl, preparing to strike. You raise your fists, before your mind goes blank. You don't forget what's going on, it's just like a solid, unchanging blankness is just invading your mind. You collapse to your knees as the psychic fire that's engulfing your fists goes out. 
  
  
  "Thought you'd come. Had Primus upgraded with anti-Psyker weaponry.It should prove effective," Magos Cern says, not even turning to look at you."
  
  
  Your magic is nothing to the cold technology under my control!" Magos Cern laughs. 
  
  
  The emptiness in your mind almost takes you into unconsciousness, but you keep fighting. The claws, drills and saws draw near you, as you attempt to stand, before collapsing to your knees again. Suddenly, the tentacles burst towards Magos. She lets out a confused scream along with a burst of static, as her robes are torn clean off her, and her cybernetic implants are torn clean off her, as her back is torn off, her arm sawn off, her mechanical eyes torn out of her head. In seconds, the tentacles retract into the wall. Magos Cern lies on the ground, naked, crippled and blood-stained. Gone in the horrifying cyborg. Now, there's only a bloody, terrified, screaming girl. She lets out a final scream, before expiring. Before you pass out, you hear a deep, booming voice from all directions say a single word.
  
  
  "Poetic."