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He threw me into the side seat, and gently placed my grass broom in the back, making fast tweeting noises.
After he sat in the machine, he said to me "I am Archmagos Jarion223122390-3. You have been blessed by the Omnisiah, Firstly for the gift of Innovation, and second for having me find you before my peers. You are to be my acolyte, this is not negotiable."
as we lifted off the ground I saw my mother in the doorway, she stood there with tears in her eyes, and I knew then that she was the one who was responsible for this.
Some time into the flight, I asked him "What if I refuse to be a techpriest?"
The Archmagos replied "You will be lobotomized and turned into a servitor. Many in the order see it as the ultimate in the service to the Omnisiah, but frankly I'd rather keep my brain. The choice is, of course, up to you."
"I thought you said I didn't have a choice."
The Archmagos grinned and said "I did."
Decades have passed since that day, and I am now a Techpriest, I have a hellgun in my skull, a styus in my finger, and my groin was replaced by an impact wrench. All because of a fucking rake.
Fucking Adeptus Mechanicus.