Echo observed the city as best he could from a side-window of their shuttle, and once they'd landed, he strolled around the platform to see the rest. His pict-eye captured broad, overlapping images for later review. One never knew when it might prove useful.

The Navigator also recorded those non-standard sigils. He frowned behind his void-helmet. True, references to the legendary Vulkan were the opposite of heresy, but Kennoch couldn't help but wonder. This Mechanicus chapter had been alone for a long time. What if they'd made other...adjustments? His thoughts turned back to the "Election" too. Hopefully Felidae was right; a giant battle to determine the toughest and most worthy leaders was a primitive concept, true, but not nearly so troublesome as democracy.

All-seeing Emperor, all-knowing Omnissiah, guide us. Direct our eyes to unwelcome deviancy. As always, grant us the eloquence to persuade any who stray from the right path...and grant us a steady hand and merciless heart for those who refuse to listen.

But aloud, he said nothing for now, and followed the others to the temple.