In the year M31, hope has returned to the galaxy. The Emperor has emerged, casting off the shackles of Old Night. His armada is unstoppable. His legions are indomitable. Every sunrise, a new world is brought back into the hands of humanity, our destiny to rule the stars once more rekindled by the mighty unification of Mars and Terra. It is a time of progress, a time for renewal. It's a glorious time to be alive. However, my time to stop everything from going up in flames is running out. Apart from the impending galactic apocalyptic civil war, my second life as a Mechanicum Tech Adept is going pretty smoothly—if you call "smoothly" dying several times, replacing 80% of my body parts with machinery, and committing some unethical acts in the process to secure my position. Yes, everything's going well, I suppose.  ------------------ This is my first time posting a story so please, Any feedback or positive criticism will be helpful. Thanks for reading.