Currently reading "Helsreach". There is featured an Ordinatus Armageddon..or specificaly THE Ordinatus Armageddon. I know that Codex Armageddon has in the force distrubution tbale under the Adeprus Mechanicus header stated "Centurio Ordinatis....4 Ordinati" but in the book it seems that Centurio Ordinatus are a number of people who command an Ordinatus.
And the Ordinatus itselfe is describet!
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The great construct consisted of a strong, three-sectioned base that held up a weapon platform on gantries and struts. [...]
From the front Oberon was as wide as two bulky Land Raider battle tanks side by side. Its length was fifty metres in total, giving it the appearance of a land train, long and segmented. Immense to say the least, it was of approximate size to a towering battle Titan lying on its back.
The war machine's base was divided into three sections - a helm segment, the drive module, with a reinforced cockpit chamber; a thorax section next,pinned under the weight of massive metal stanchions; lastly an abdomen segment, bearing the same weight as the section bevore. Each of these base sections was bulked up further by side-mounted power generators, shielded behind yet more armour plating. These Jurisian [a Black Templars Techmarine] knew, where the gravitational suspensor genertors. Anti-gravitational technology in such a scale was no longer heard of in the Imperium, except for deployment of war machines of this calibre.
[...]
The stanchions and gantries supported the colossal weapons platform, which in turn housed dozens of square metres of energy pods, fusion chambers and magnetic field generators. It was as if anindustrial manufactorum had been installed on the back of a column of tanks.
These generators would, if active, supply power to the land train's weapon mount: a tower of a cannon forged of heat-shieldet ceramite an joined to the forward power generators. Cooland vents ran the length of the cannon like reptilian scales. Like parasitic worms, nests of secondary power feed cables hung from the barrel, while industrial support claws held the weapon in place.
A nova cannon. A weapon used by starships to end one anothers across the immensity of the void. Here it was, mounted on priceless and infinitely-armoured anti-gravitational technology from a forgotten age.[...]
He stood within the herart of a spaceship's weapon system, condensed to offer less range and power, but on a more manoeuverable and manageable scale. The projectiles from this sacred cannon sisn't, after all, have to travel across thousands of kilometres of open space to strike a target.
It was, bluntly speaking, the sawn-off shotgun of nova cannon technology.
[...description how the Techmarines enters the cockpit]
Its vague, reforming conciousness did not detect a gestalt host of abased Centurio Ordinatus minds supplicating themselves for its attention, but a single other soul in union with its own.[...]
With a great shudder and the accompanying thrumming of power generators coming back to life, all three modules shook once, twice and jolted hard.
In the drive section, Jurisian lurched in his seat. He hadn't jolted forward, but up.
Five metres up.
There the modules remained, cradled on a pulsing anti-grav field thast distorted the ground below with something that was, and was not, a heat-shimmer.
