Lox had no interest in power.
What he wanted was not to become the Fabricator-General of the Adeptus Mechanicus. A position capable of commanding every member of the Mechanicus, accessing and reviewing all of its accumulated knowledge, and remotely controlling countless forge worlds across the galaxy would only be a burden to him.
If he had truly been interested in such things, he would not have given the forge world of Mustafar directly to that old fool Bakker Dylan. Its industrial output rivaled forge worlds such as Hades VIII and Xana, but such things were hardly precious to him.
When he viewed matters from the perspective of humanity as a whole, Lox felt deeply disappointed by the current state of the Adeptus Mechanicus, humanity's largest institution for preserving and researching science and technology.
He could even tolerate the Mechanicus draping scientific knowledge in religious worship, but he could not tolerate them locking it away and selfishly hoarding it.
Most of the oilheads treated knowledge with the miserly greed of legendary dragons. They would rather hide STCs in their laboratories or vaults, then admire and study them again and again, like dragons counting their precious hoards of gold and silver.
Even certain precious ancient knowledge and technological relics, though excavated and brought back into the world, would fall silent and be buried alongside their discoverers once those people died or vanished.
"This is a great breakthrough, Sage Lox. Perhaps your breakthrough really can lead us to a new age of glory." Arkhan Land spoke sincerely. He laughed so loudly that even the wig atop his head shook.
"It was not as though no one had ever considered reforming the Mechanicus, but every movement of such a colossal organization would shake the galaxy.
"No one possessed the ability or the will to