Perhaps we should appear to the Seers to take a look at this artifact, maybe those crazy old crones can devise something our tools cannot. Is it the thought of this Lacrum that keeps me restless? It permeates my dreams. Day 406: Indigo Facility Master Architect's log. I believe the groundskeeper is still searching for a few that remain missing. several of them seem similarly enamored and have broken out twice in as many nights. We had to remove the massiff hounds from the adjoining Hall. Our best guess so far is it's of Celestial intent, but even on this I am uncertain. None of the markings on it are registered anywhere in our databases. must profess, nothing has quite encapsulated my attention like Exhibit Lacrum. Day 394: Indigo Facility Master Architect's log. I do rather wish you'd stop sending reports to the Tribunal about my work ethic. Proper safety precautions were used, I can assure you, Davosi you old sal. We had to move it into the H wing just to accomodate. It's a gigantic sphere, about 13 meters in height, 13 in width. Day 389: Indigo Facility Master Architect's log. I must profess, I have not been this curious since we found the last Kwa stockade on Nerubia. Upon this description, I have immediately signed off on its transportation here to our Indigo facility. One of the new couriers on Felusia has sent communication that they've found something of exquisite note, and that it should require my attention immediately as a device of technological historic proportion. 37,542 BBY: Byss Location: Archaelogical Institute Of The Infinite Empire Day 367: Indigo Facility Master Architect's log. Find the reason for Omni's mission in Oblivion - and bring peace to the realm of the Dead. To defeat the droid demi-god, knowledge long forgotten in the annals of Chaos Lore must be explored in an effort to undo the mistakes of the Galactic Republic and the Clockwork Rebellion. In the depths of the central Oblivion isle, entrance is gained to Omni's Clockwork Castle. Alarms began blaring throughout the Facility. 'They are here,' a bass inflicted chorus of sawblades echoed throughout the Facility. Suddenly, light shone upon it's left side as the massive construct turned it's head to face the ceiling, looking up from the darkest depths of the Factory. It's eye fixated upon the Casket, as if lost in thought, or calculating. It seemed to shimmer, and shake, in the massive facility where it lay - as if threatening to birth some vile entity.ДЄ bright red sphere clicked alive behind the Casket, a massive skull of metal draped in a snake pit of chrome tentacles shifting it's titanic weight in the shadows of the berthing.

A giant bauble, spherical in shape, a deep blue glow emanating from the runic carvings etched between it's edges. Ammo for his war against those who had exiled him from the Galaxy. The screams of the dead and living alike could be heard beneath the massive sheets of metal separating the several floors of the Factory. It was a great weapon, with utility beyond even the highest of understanding, aside from Omni's own. In the heart of the facility, the Casket was what every single man, woman and droid toiled to keep safe and evolve. They moved with unitary purpose, they sang with metallic hums, they whirred with excitement at the fulfillment of their single goal.

It was the only way to tell them apart - for the initial eye's glance, one wouldn't know a difference without it. Their flesh and bones were covered in metallic protrusions, some more evolved than the others. Cohesive and organized, the facility moved as one, with the only sign of living seemingly the eyes behind the metallic mask of each drone. These were the shells of the former living, conscripted by the artificial intelligence Omni into servitude. Through those glowing blue orbs, a long history etched throughout the span of time was told. Though metallic in nature and seemingly lifeless, the eyes of these drones carried a semblance of life to them. The Factory was abuzz with shambling life, enslaved droids moving between locations in the corridors as they carried out their Master's wishes.

867 ABY: Oblivion Location: Delta Factory FacilityДim blue lights echoed throughout the corridors of the Factory as rustic drones carried out their tasks within the Facility. What waits inside, however, is a surprise ambush of Omni Drones and converts ready to assimilate the attackers into his New Order. Characters and Factions have gained plans to one of Omni's most prominent Factories in Oblivion, and Omni's plans for a new device to convert Force Ghosts in the Netherworld into an energy source of terrifying proportion.

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