Debate

"Technology was a gift from the Machine God."

"No one was qualified to monopolize it."

"..."

Somewhere on Mars.

Sargeras watched the projection being broadcast live from Olympus.

At this moment, most people on Mars were following the events at Olympus, but Sargeras's attention carried particular significance for Quadrant.

Because Sargeras was the deputy of the current Fabricator-General, Kelbo Hal—the deputy to Mars's Fabricator Deputy Overseer...

Sargeras's thirteen apprentices huddled beneath their red robes, silently observing alongside their mentor.

Quadrant was preaching on Olympus.

He and the Custodes behind him stood drenched in the torrential rain. The downpour soaked the Mechanicus personnel's distinctive crimson robes, making both the robes and the symbols of the Machine God Cult upon them appear even redder.

Once the sermon ended, the projection shut off.

"Mentor." One apprentice stepped forward and performed the Gear Rite. "We have found a way to let all of Mars see that sermon. Kelbo failed to stop the information from spreading, just as you wished."

Sargeras rotated his head one hundred and eighty degrees to look at the apprentice. "If Quadrant had half his mentor's social intelligence, he should come here to pay us a visit, kneel, and show us his respect."

The apprentices all nodded in agreement.

"Of course, Kelbo himself has about as much social intelligence as this apprentice called Quadrant. He merely has some talent for winning people over." Sargeras added, then suddenly began to chuckle. "Heh heh heh heh heh..."

"Heh heh heh heh..." The apprentices joined in.

Sargeras abruptly stopped laughing and cut off their chuckles with a question. "What do you think of his sermon on Olympus?"

"A load of absurd nonsense. Nothing more." Sargeras's favorite apprentice spoke first.

"If the Emperor's Emissaries had not been standing behind Quadrant, Kelbo could have executed him