Warhammer: Mech Ascension

"Flesh is bitter and weak, but steel is eternal." Traveling to the Warhammer 40K universe, Roderick found himself the destitute governor of a marginal industrial planet. On the outside is the Waaagh roar of the green-skinned orcs, on the inside is the conspiracy whisper of the genestealers, and above the head is the extermination order of the Imperial tax collector. Facing this dark galaxy of despair, Rodrick sat on a throne made of rebel skulls and silently opened the [Star Console] in his retina. [Trait detected: Mechanic] [Loading Ascension Talent: Synthetic Evolution] Since the evil god of subspace wants to corrupt the human soul, then upload the soul to the absolutely rational quantum network. Since the Tyranids want to devour flesh and blood, let them shatter on the living metal armor. From T1-level mining robots to giant Dyson spheres across the galaxy; from mechanical guards to suppress the riots in the underhive, to the etheric phase engine that vaporizes the Blackstone Fortress with one shot. When the Imperial Inquisition came with the order of extermination, what they saw was not heresy, but a silent, neat torrent of steel that could drown the Eye of Terror. "Lord Inquisitor, please put away your bolter." Roderick dusted off his military uniform, and behind him were countless synthetic human legions with red eyes. "Now, for the Emperor, we shall carry out a complete... Formatting of the Warp."