"Archmagos!" I said, "bring forth all of your suspensor devices!" Such was the regard in which the Machine Cult held my erstwhile self that in but a little while Machine Temples were grounded, servitors set in racks, and floating transports set to rest all throughout this hive of billions. I ascended to the Spire where I had the Tech-Priests assemble four great voice-trumpets, each a kilometer in length and pointing to the cardinal directions of the Hive's expanse. I am, after all, a noble figure, and I must make my apologies when I inconvenience others to recover from my own clumsiness.
Putting my lips to each voice-trumpet in turn, I broadcast my apology to the Imperial citizens of Sibellus, the vast devices amplifying my voice so greatly that the very spires shook, and my message was carried across a thousand leagues in each direction! "Be not alarmed!" I said, "For I, the Lord-Captain Munchausen must briefly tilt Hive Sibellus so as to retrieve a vital artefact. Afterwards, I promise you, I will press upon the Lord-Sector to provide a fine glass of amasec for each of you." With each directional message, a great cheer went up from the masses, for every upstanding Imperial citizen appreciates the virtues of amasec.