"Havnt been damaged enough for cybernetics." He said, flatly. "It's a long process but it's gene forging, not cybernetics. I have additional organs, strengthens bones, miscellaneous support implants etc. I could go on." He removed his helmet, hiss click. He held it under one srm. "The Word Bearers came for me, said this was how I could pay the emperor back, it's what the say to all their recruits. Word bearers take their numbers from defeated enemies rather than a homeworld. That's all I remember of home and that's.......276 years ago" he blinked in suprise and speaking his age, it is was weird to say it aloud. "So the Word Bearers took me, gene crafted me, filled me with promises of redemption and aimed me at the Galaxy"