He set to work.
In the workshop, he transformed his knowledge, as vast as the universe itself, into reality.
His first creation was a weapon. A weapon designed specifically to counter Chaos. He knew full well that Chaos was, at its core, the energy of emotions and souls. The best way to fight it, then, was to create a "no-magic" field. Drawing on the Necrons' knowledge of blackstone, he used the rare inert crystals stored aboard the fleet as a core and secretly began building a small, controllable Reality Stabilizer. Once activated, it could establish a "reality anchor" within a certain radius, drastically suppressing manifestations of Warp energy, weakening daemons, and rendering psykers' spells ineffective.
At the same time, he was cultivating something even more terrifying-self-replicating microscopic Canoptek Scarabs. Smaller than dust, each was a nanobot with its own power source and instructions. Their sole directive was to seek out and assimilate metal atoms, then continuously replicate themselves according to a single blueprint while reinforcing their host structure at the molecular level. He stored this invisible army in an unassuming energy container, waiting to release them where they were needed most.
Finally, he made a little gadget that seemed entirely unrelated to war, yet was steeped in dark humor and far-reaching plans.
A Voice Synthesizer.
He knew that in the not-too-distant future, the Emperor of humanity would sit upon that cold Golden Throne and become a "living beacon," unable to speak or move, protecting humanity through ten thousand years of solitude. This Voice Synthesizer had an extremely complex internal structure. It could link directly to a living being's brainwaves and convert them into clear, resonant speech imbued with sacred majesty.
He did not want that "yellow-skinned rat," who had given everything for humanity, to be unable to leave even a