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A PDF platoon returns from a long patrol to find their hive city gone dark. The streets are awash with blood, and as they watch, a servitor emerges from a wrecked shop carrying an armful of human viscera and severed limbs. Following will lead them to the manufactoria, where the remains are dumped in a coliseum, now just a charnel pit containing thousands upon thousand of mangled corpses.
Over the mound of dead, servitors and insane tech-priests pick out the finest pieces, taking them to be messily clamped, riveted and interfaced to artificial parts on a hellish assembly line. If noticed, the priests call for misshapen attack servitors that carry everything from lazrifles to blood-caked industrial tools.
If any survive and make it to the deepest levels, they make it to the great forge, a refinery boasting a pool of molten metal a hundred feet across. The signs of the machine god have been defiled, and sigils of choas are etched upon the walls.
Within the pool of metal, something stirs...