Wandering Tech-Priest in Multiverse
chapter 100 : moving out

The car rumbled up the long, winding path, gravel crunching beneath the tires. Beyond the tree-lined slope, the observatory emerged like an ancient sentinel—round domed, rust-touched, and cloaked in ivy and silence. 

Happy Hogan pulled the vehicle to a halt near the cracked stairwell. He exhaled, stretched, and turned toward the back.

"We're here," he said, glancing at the rearview mirror.

The rear door opened. Luthar stepped out slowly, cloak brushing the dirt. Behind him, Liliruca adjusted her satchel and looked up at the structure with wide eyes. "It looks… dead."

Luthar gazed at the building. "Good. The Machine God prefers silence to vanity."

Happy exited, moving to the trunk. "Alright, couple of things before I go."

He retrieved a slim black folder, tapping it once with the back of his hand before passing it to Liliruca. "These are your new identity documents. Took a little effort to get past federal databases—Tony had to call in some favors."

Liliruca opened it carefully. "You named me Liliruca Stern?"

"Yeah.There appears to be some errors, but do not worry about other things. Her birthplace is given as rural Utah, and she was homeschooled. You will have basic citizenship, medical access, and a record of schooling up to the ninth grade. You will have to construct the remainder on your own."

She pursed her lips as she went over the documents. "How about Luthar?"

Happy offered an exhausted shrug. "We cannot make his papers because he would not expose his face. Your guardian's name is recorded as 'Undocumented Male, Contact via Proxy'. Not ideal, but given what Stark Industries had to work with, it will pass inspection—if you keep your head down."

Luthar looked over the paperwork but did not say anything. His optics blinked once, analyzing each word.

Happy approached the observatory's rusting entrance and handed Liliruca a keycard with a Stark Industries symbol scratched weakly across the surface. "The building has been cleaned. The power system has been rerouted over local lines, including Wi-Fi but no artificial intelligence. Tony thought you would like that."

Luthar finally spoke, voice distant. "He assumed correctly."

"There's a backup generator in the lower lab. And Tony had a few of the heavier lab benches shipped in last night. They're rough, but functional."

Happy checked his watch, then gave a small nod. "I've got to head back. if you need anything, you contact Pepper. Not Tony. He's… busy enough."

Liliruca nodded. "Understood."

Happy gave them both a final look, half cautious, half resigned. "You're not the weirdest thing I've delivered for Tony, but you're definitely in the top three."

As Happy turned to leave, Luthar stepped out from beneath the archway, a thin folder in one hand. He extended it toward the driver with mechanical precision.

"Before you go. This list requires urgent procurement."

Happy took the folder and flipped it open. The document inside was neatly typed—headers, item codes, even Stark Industries requisition formatting. It looked official. Maybe too official.

"What am I looking at?" Happy asked, scanning the first few entries.

"Foundational medical instruments," Luthar said. "Some are customs. Others are off-the-shelf. I expect expedited delivery."

Happy frowned slightly. "Right. Let's see… nutrient injectors, regeneration incubators… neuro-molecular stabilizers… gene matrix filtration pods…"

He glanced up. "This sounds less like a first aid kit and more like something out of a sci-fi hospital."

"I require the infrastructure to begin long-term physiological calibration and testing," Luthar said calmly. "The girl's growth must be regulated. My own systems require refinement."

Happy blinked. "You mean you're building a medical lab?"

"A medical forge," Luthar corrected. "Purpose-built for organic augmentation, immune modulation, and internal chemical balance."

Happy closed the folder and groaned. "I doubt half of these things even exist."

"No, these things do exist; they are simply at the experimental stage. I checked the internet," Luthar said, stepping back. "I hope the components will arrive on schedule."

Happy turned toward the car, folded under his arm. "I will send what I can. Just do not start making Frankenstein juice in the basement."

Luthar did not react, instead strolling back toward the observatory's center chamber.

Luthar climbed the stairs slowly and methodically. The iron door hissed faintly as he swiped the keycard over the magnetic lock. A quiet bell rang out, and the door opened.

Inside, the ancient lab still bore the signs of time. Dust clung to the half-coiled wires against the walls. Scattered cartons labeled "STARK ARCHIVAL - CLASSIFIED" sat unopened down the distant corridor. But, behind the age, Luthar sensed potential.

He halted in the main hall, where a fractured but intact domed skylight emerged into the sky. A thin beam of light trickled in.

Liliruca moved in behind him, her voice soft. "It feels like a tomb."

"No," Luthar muttered. "This is a shrine. And soon, it will sing."

He moved ahead, his servo-skull dangling in the air behind him. Tools moved from their spaces within his robes, clicking gently as if teeth were aligning.

Omnissiah's first murmur would come from this lost spot, a wreckage of glass and steel.

The air within the observatory was dry. As the main chamber's automatic shutters creaked open, Luthar's optics scanned each shadowy niche, calculating distance, resonance, and material deterioration with silent accuracy.

"This dome," he murmured, "will contain the sanctuary. Core rituals and machine invocation will start here."

Liliruca trailed following, her gaze flitting from the deteriorating ceiling panels to the modified Stark seats. "Sanctum? You mean a chapel?"

Luthar gave a faint inclination of his head. "A locus of control. For the soul of the forge to awaken, it must first be acknowledged."

They moved deeper into the building, descending a narrow, iron stairwell that creaked under each footfall. The lower level—an old sub-basement once used for storage—was darker, cooler. Stale air lingered, but so did potential.

"This shall be the medicae hall," Luthar declared. "We can Isolated from outside for Bio-experimentation, recovery chambers, purification tanks… the infrastructure will be expanded vertically. I will need auxiliary drilling servitors."

Liliruca raised an eyebrow. "And what about sleeping?"

He pointed toward a side chamber, its door half-hinged. "That will suffice for you. I will convert the old server rack chamber into my data-nest."

She muttered, "Of course you will."

Out behind the observatory, past an overgrown grove of cypress trees, lay a ruined landing platform once used for supply drones. The metallic frame still held against the years.

"This," Luthar said, "will become the ground relay for my orbital supply line—for my ship."

Liliruca followed his gaze upward, past the dome's broken glass, to the open skies beyond the trees.

"You mean the skimmer?"

"No," Luthar replied, voice steady. "I speak of Veritas Lux. A proper Mechanicus warship. I selected it from my family's fleet before my departure. It waits for activation."

Liliruca narrowed her eyes. "You stole it."

"I liberated it from stagnation," Luthar corrected. "It is wasted without purpose. That will change."

He raised his hand, tracing faint glyphs into the air. "A support lattice will be established—autonomous drones, orbital cranes, resupply modules. The Earth cannot hold her weight, but it can serve her needs."

Later that night, within the observatory's main terminal, Luthar powered up one of the Stark-fitted consoles, his fingers gliding across the keys with mechanical certainty. Liliruca watched from her makeshift bed in the corner, blanket pulled around her shoulders.

"What are you doing now?" she asked.

"Recruitment," he said.

The screen flickered with lines of type—paragraphs of requirements, rendered in absurd clarity. Titles ranged from Logis-Adjunct Secretary to Shipboard Operations Overseer.

Beneath each role, detailed specifications followed:

Position: Shipboard Secretary and Tactical Support Officer

Requirements: Combat adaptability. Proficient in zero-gravity orientation. Must be fluent in tactical litanies and logistical record-keeping.

Desirable Traits: Low emotional volatility. High pain tolerance. Moral flexibility. Resistance to psychotropic intrusion. Willingness to undergo biometric augmentation.

Payment: Negotiable. May include customized implants, self-replicating sustenance modules, and a cot.

Disclaimer: after starting the work you cannot leave. 

Liliruca rubbed her eyes. "No one's going to apply for that. It sounds like a cult internship."

Luthar didn't look away from the screen. "I do need to remind you we are a cult, and no normal person would join. but SHIELD agents will take notice. Perhaps even HYDRA. They will be infiltrating."

"And you'll let them?"

"They would be useful," Luthar said. "Just little bit of tinkering and be would get some loyal people"

He uploaded the listings to several obscure job boards, some on the open web, others through backdoor systems Stark had left.

As the data propagated, Luthar leaned back, watching the screen glow in the dim observatory.

"Let the wolves come," he murmured. "They will serve, bleed, or die."

The servo-skull above him clicked once, like a benediction.

From the edge of the chamber, Liliruca sighed and buried herself deeper under the blanket. "I miss when you just complained about JARVIS."

Luthar did not answer. He was already thinking about the future.

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