You were a psyker from the agrarian and forgotten world of the Imperium. In your world, everything was at the level of the Middle Ages, and technology was magic for you. You were an outcast because people hated and despised Psykers, branding you a servant of chaos. That's why you skipped alone through the wild places of this forgotten planet.

One day, wandering around the planet, you came across a mountain of steel. It was an Emperor-class Titan, rusted and covered with vines and moss. She's been standing here since the Horus Heresy. You somehow made your way inside and decided to make a home for yourself here. Over the months, you have cleaned Titan from the outside and from the inside with great effort. You were even able to fix it a bit thanks to the Mechanicus records.

After that, you lived here for a month and kept order. Once again, when you entered the control room, you heard a female but powerful voice in your head. "Sit to the throne..."

Curiosity got the better of you and you sat on the princeps throne. As soon as you did that, you were chained hand and foot to the throne of fetters. You felt the warp energy being drained out of you and the machine started working thanks to it. Ancient mechanism is activated. You hear a feminin voice again. "Finally...my perfect princeps came to me by himself..."