Olympe Maxime awoke with a start and immediately regreted moving as every block buzzed with shorts and her pain receptors went haywire. "Your finally awake don't move I'm a Tech priest over seeing the recovery of batch 247 please remain calm while you are repaired I should also note that you will experience memory degradation or faulty recollections of past, present and future events due to the fall out from the Icarus protocols"
That triggered something it was on the screens and the communicators repeating for 5 minutes before she was knocked out. Something about the king and queen breaking the cage or trap and preparing for the after shocks something along those lines it's quite fuzzy.
In a massive open aired site with only a white roof lay hundreds of semi conscious citizens of all ages and clothing that denoted there profession or personal taste. In the lanes between them priests from the Adeptus mechanicus chanted as they repaired citizens or praying to God for blessings and then promptly tossing holy oil on the patient.
This was what Mai could see as she walked to the registration tent after receiving I clean bill of health and a healthy dose of oil on her nice blouse. Maybe if the priests didn't do that all the time more people would go to the cathedral, everyone already worshiped the omnissiah but few went to pray publicly and those who did where looked at like perverts. as the priests where a bit extreme thanks to the new Pope Lorgar appointed by the Prince it must have been to consolidate some political power with the church before Icarus went off. As expected of that shrewd little boy.
Her memories constantly returned from her waking up till now she had a somewhat clear idea of who she was. She forged in the eye of creation by her grandfather with whom she got his height not the best trait for a girl but she wasn't built pretty either not that anyone cared much as who would dair criticize the work of God after all. Childhood came and went in early adulthood her grandfather chose deconstruction as his mind wanted to rest. This was the most vivid memory she had received the sadness and grief felt as if it happened recently yet based on her body she knew this wasn't the case.
When Registration and checkout was complete she was reminded of where her house was and told to get some rest to support the repair process. She lived alone in a medium size house just outside the capital proper it had large ornate glass windows and deep Grey bricks like most things in the empire. The house where she had grown up. The patches of writing on the wall she made as a kid that was cleaned but never truly came out or that hole in the roof from a Lazer experiment in school that was covered up but never reported for fear of punishment. This all looked like home to why the cold feeling of dread at the back of her thoughts. She decided to shut down and hope it went away with time.
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She was once a teacher now a headmistress at the most prestigious academy in the empire the Royal Academy of Britannia accepting only the best and brightest it was her passion and drive to see students reach the limit of what they could do and then go beyond that but also to prepare them for the dangerous politics that filled there future if they were competent enough to rise. This had the side effect of making her quite a powerful political figure as the kids from the academy climbed the ranks in their fields often supported the school not to mention the Prince attending when he had time poor boy must be in so much pain right now.
The flying ships where still being repaired so she had to take a carriage to the academy her paper work was probably stacked to the roof with how long she was gone. Looking out the windshield she saw how to capital was slowly coming back to life more light's where on in the houses more people walked the streets or travel long distances by carriage. The replicators where still repairing any damage the buildings suffered apparently the Battle ships suffered the most as there shields took most of the Damage for the city but couldn't withstand the resulting after shocks and were forced to land and to be repaired.
The academy was just as she remembered ornate gothic architecture smooth gray tiles, red bricks and vibrant green plants. With its stone decorations and impressive glass windows giving it an impressive and mysterious atmosphere. There where no students yet as they were still recovering thankfully she had time to prepare for the their return but why did the chair feel just a little to stiff from how she remembered it's probably from the lack of siting on it for a few days.
In a ominous looking large control room with shaded lights and several large screens and computers at the front Roboute a tall man with dusty blond hair and sharp blue eyes looked at the screens showing the new batch of citizens acclimatizing themselves to their homes and family's this was a monumental task that had taken a year to complete not much time for humans but for replicators and advanced computers seemed like forever with constant simulations and memory programs combined with building in signs of age and general development. The lord had on several occasions complained about not having the tech tree up to a point where he could make a device to speed up time in a localized area so he didn't have to wait. Thankfully he was mostly content to tinker in his lab for this time no doubt making another miracle. He also seemed to be avoiding everyone it's most likely a test to see our results without interference on his part.