Thark was in the shrine of the mechanicus when the summons arrived. HE was linked into one fo the many systems and was letting his mind roam the length and bredth of the temles systems. He felt the machines spirit roar and brun with life and power. Chaos has not weakened the spirits as his narrow minided bretheren beleive, it has strengthened it and increased its potential tenfold. When the wretch of a being approached him he hardly noticed or cared to notice its words. He was to busy checking minor fluxations and circulating the power of chaos throughout the machine. When the creature touched his arm his mechandendrite flew forth and wrapped its figners around his chest. His head turned towards the offender as the fingers tightened. It managed to croak out something about the mistress wanting to see him. He pondered this for a few seconds, One the one hadn he did not want to stop his work in the temple. There were to little of his bretheren alive let alone on this planet. And he certainly didn't trust any of the astartes brutes to even touch this sacred place. Tehn again she may have an interesting item for him to inspect. He dropped the gasping wretch and said his final prayers of return and egress tot he machines spirit before walking off to see the sorceress.