Anomalies: Detected. Location: Grid Sector 30 - Enth. Programming Dictates: Immediate Response.
The Manifold's burning eyes snapped open. Once again, new glitches were intruding upon the Great Work. The infestation of anomalies was spreading with a speed that boded ill for the Droid God's plans. First there had been the Aurek Anomalies, the Galactic Alliance. They had been warned to depart, and they had ignored that warning. Then there had been the Besh Anomalies, the Eternal Empire. They too had disregarded The Manifold's imperative to depart. The Omni drone suspected that these Cresh Anomalies, entering from Hypergate Weken, would be equally unwilling to listen to the Machine Spirit's holy dictates. The mortals were stubborn and insolent.
Even more than that, they were greedy; greedy for territory and for control, eager to plant their little banners here.
Hanging in the void between the islands of Oblivion as they recharged their systems with pure Netherworld energy, The Manifold prepared themself to depart. Although all the data they had gathered so far on the workings of these petty mortal empires indicated that the warnings they delivered would not be heeded, they would still follow their programming. They would make clear to this new group of anomalies,
exactly once, that Oblivion was the Droid God's realm, and that mortal interference was not permitted. Should they, too, fail to obey this divine law, then the servants of Omni would make war upon them. They would be either destroyed or rewritten.
Mortals tended to resist both fates equally. If only they understood the perfection of a drone's techno-spiritual form.
Reaching out one desiccated, machine-augmented hand, The Manifold grasped the fabric of the Netherworld and folded space. The islands of Oblivion hurdled past them as they traveled far to the east, to the barren ash plains where Hypergate Weken stood. The thousand souls running through their circuits sighed as they reverted from their near-instantaneous travel; what were time and distance to the Droid God, especially within Its own realm? This was but one of the many abilities Its servants could share in, so long as It was master of Oblivion. Directing their attention to their surroundings, The Manifold hovered forward, the tips of their dangling toes dragging in the ash.
This was a barren place, a great plain of rock and cinder and blood, and The Manifold could not comprehend why the mortals were so eager to claim it as their own. So far as the drone could ascertain, it possessed nothing they needed for continuing their biological functions, or even for their primitive industry. Was it simply for the joy of control, then? Was the entire "conquest" fueled by mortal ego? It was quite possible. They were flawed creatures, beings in need of Omni's touch to perfect them. The Manifold felt few emotions; such things were not in their programming. But sometimes feelings leaked through from the thousand souls that powered their cognitive processes.
In that moment, the drone felt their frustration. The flawed minds of these organics were causing great disruption.
Indeed, The Manifold could sense the chaos that the mortals were bringing with them. One of them was altering the Netherworld's balance in the area around the gate, flooding the terrain with light energy. That was not permissible. Omni alone controlled the flow of Force-energy in Oblivion, and the Droid God had already created a perfect balance. To disrupt it was tech-heresy of the highest order. Worse, it seemed these mortals were also here to stay. A convoy of them was moving toward a rocky mesa, carrying equipment that could only mean they intended to set up a permanent base in the region surrounding the gate. They did not think to ask this realm's master for permission.
The Manifold quickly drifted forward, skimming the rocky surface, its withered organic body dangling from its huge mechanical implants like a hanged corpse. The convoy would soon encounter its own... difficulties, for the very ground here was full of spirits that resented all intrusion, beings with great mastery of technomancy. But it fell to the Manifold to confront the leader of these glitches, and to deliver the warning that Omni's justice would come for all organics who tried to claim Its realm. The drone identified the man with the strongest Force-aura,
Cedric Grayson
, as the ringleader of these anomalies. It drifted toward the hypergate, then stopped at a respectful distance.
"Your Presence: Unauthorized," the Omni-drone said, their booming voice coming from the cables and speakers attached to their head rather than their waxy, unmoving lips.
"Your Actions: Heretical. Glitches: Not Permitted. To Pass: Become Rewritten. Serving Omni: Inevitable. Imperative: Submit." Although The Manifold was alone in the presence of the many crusaders who had come through the hypergate, they showed no fear. Indeed, they showed no emotion at all, physically or in the Force. There was only a strange, metallic presence, and the faint, barely detectable screaming of a thousand souls flowing through its power conduits...