Beacons in The Dark

Chapter 34 - Who Else?

"The cog makes the machine." - Mechanist's Guild motto

It was on an offworld moon, a planetoid would be its true nomenclature - called Brevix that the Technomancers made their home. It was a purple ovoid shape and was well hidden through Glidden reflectors in the thousands set in perimeter in its orbit, showing most scans merely empty space.

You'd have to be looking at a sector of space mighty specificaly to find Brevix.

Travinium Manx was sitting on a floating orb of a chair made of solid-state particles emitted from a small monthium base.

He was in a darkly lit stone room lit by green plasma globes receded into small alcoves, making the light of the room quiver and waver with the undulations of the globes. Manx wore deep velvety black robes, his grizzly gray mane and beard covered with a hood, his augmentations hidden in the folds of his voluminous robe.

He wanted Jhiva, but did not know how to get it.

His entire enclave wanted true magic, but didn't know anymore - thus they had contacted the outside races and made inroads with the council members of the Loreseeker's guild; anything to try and get his grasping hands on what he wanted.

He met with Leonine and Avrain ambassadors, each as intimidating as the next - one catlike, the other like a birdish serpent with far too many sharp fangs and a hissing voice. 

But Manx was adamant, he was going to get Jhiva, even if it meant ripping the Imperium apart.