Time starts to pick up as the Great Crusade begins filling itself with the Primarchs upon its ranks. Half of the Primarchs found, the other half soon to come, with one of the greatest wars upon the Horizon. TalOS will need to guide the Federation through this time of struggle, where the Imperium itself was threatened by its second greatest threat in these early days. He will also need to deal with his brothers as they collide with one another at the War Council. ++The Rules++>Vote with Greentext, otherwise they probably won’t be accepted.>Write-ins can be accepted, and might even be used in the final without majority rule.>If you are going to change your vote, make it so your post only links to the numbers of the previous vote. It's cleaner that way.>If you mix votes together without modifying them in any way, I reserve the right to employ your top most pick as your vote. Claiming it as a write-in won’t work either unless you modify it to convince me otherwise.Archives:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Machine%20QM
The Halls of the Imperial Palace were large and certainly could not be described as empty. Upon the walls were collections of art from all stages of humanity’s development from a nascent cave dwelling race to one which dominated the galaxy. It was a magnificent showing of what mankind had become. Upon the floors were numerous people of both the Astartes and of standard man. Even a few adepts of the Mechanicum were present within the halls as they too now had a voice within the coming proceedings. The cliches that were forming about the place were numerous, but there was a clear distinction between each of the groups that were present. At one side of the room was the Astartes, many of them cousins who had fought with one another in the deepest darkest reaches of either Terra or the Galaxy at each other’s side. Each of them holding an experience and a temperment equal to one another which allowed them to speak with the other in ease. Across from them were the humans, Generals who fought alongside the Emperor during the unification of Terra and who were also in command of the Mortal Auxiliary who fought where the Astartes were not needed. Ever since the times of the Terran Unification however these men found themselves less and less needed for the Astartes were starting to outnumber them. There was a last group, a small one, of which Transhuman, Mortal, and Machine all came together in their own discussions. They were of the Federation, many of them Auxiliary who had finally been given the chance to meet up with the colleagues from the heart of their Empire within an Empire. In a place like this, with so few of them here, the barriers that kept them from talking to one another were broken down due to the need of socializing. Occasionally there would be either the Astartes from one side of the room or a general from the other who came to meet with this group. The Astartes found themselves with the Proelitor, whose experience was closest to what they had. The humans found either the less augmented Priests or the Knights to be their conversationalists. In the end this union of forces was unique and forced upon the Federation at times like this. When the conversations and deals were finished they would all report their findings to their Primarch just like all of these people would. At least with TalOS, those who were not of his bloodline could expect him to actually listen to their calls, deals, and pleas.
Beyond where the Warriors, Generals, and Priests all discussed the manners of war was the place where demi-gods and their Father rested themselves. The room was a massive circle with a series of indentation within the wall for where the statues of future conquests were to be rested. Already one of them, of Horus’s hand slicing into an Ork, was prominently placed within its hold for all within the room to see. If TalOS understood the history correctly it was the moment where the Emperor’s life was in danger. At that moment it was Horus who had saved their Father’s life. Thus it was understandable for such a moment to be commemorated by the building of such a powerful statue. As the room was a circle, so was the table. TalOS had read tales placing forward the ideal of ‘The Round Table’ and how it was a signifier of equality among those that were present. If that was the truth TalOS wondered just how much of it was really true. About the room eleven seats were empty, one for each of the Primarchs who had yet to be rediscovered. TalOS noted that the 20th, who he knew as Alpharius, was not present. Thus his existence was still a secret amongst all their brothers. Against these eleven seats were ten seats that were all filled with his brothers. Each of them were in order of their discovery running clockwise against the seat that was the Emperor’s which sat at what could closely be called the head of the table. TalOS was first, being that he was the 2nd Primarch by his birthright. None of this other brothers were all close to the Emperor as TalOS was for the seats of the twentieth and nineteenth were still empty. The Primarch would not have thought much of it unless his neighbor, Fulgrim, was not looking upon him with a scornful eye that would have hurt him if the man had had psychic potential. Next, several seats down, was Leman Russ who was happily chewing out the ear of Rogal Dorn who was next to him. Compared to the tense silence which was between TalOS and Fulgrim these two seemed to have a much better relationship. It mostly took the place of Rogal putting him three to five sentence statements to whatever tales Leman was wanting to talk about in that moment. Two chairs from the Imperial Fist was Ferrus Manus, who was one of the many who sat along with little company on either of his sides. He did not mind it as he looked upon the throne of the Emperor waiting for their Father’s arrival.
Two chairs from Ferrus Manus was Roboute Guilliman, who was having a light chat with Magnus the Red and Horus Lupercal. TalOS could notice the unease that was upon the brow of Guilliman where Roboute’s partners in conversation did not. Such reason was obvious as while he wanted to discuss things more intimately, distance denied him that luxury. In the end the real conversation was between Horus Lupercal and Magnus the Red. Horus was ultimately a very talkative person from TalOS’s understanding and Magnus was someone who would like to give his piece of insight. Their conversation was animated enough that Vulkan, who was the second closest to Horus, was simply sitting there with a smile upon his face waiting for their Father to arrive. TalOS’s eye glanced towards Fulgrim, who was sneaking a glare at him back. While it was at most a spar TalOS noticed that it was the only spar between Primarchs. Such reasoning was obvious, that the political ramifications of losing to TalOS had crushed the spirit of Fulgrim. Only those who did not care would do what they did there, which meant it was going to be someone else and Leman Russ. The reason so many of them were here was obvious. The Emperor, a few years after TalOS agreed to it, had decided it was time to call the War Council together. Such an event was so great that even the most dogged war-makers like Ferrus Manus decided that they could leave their front for the first ever assembly of this council. TalOS remembered the agenda of the event and the questions that will be asked. Here they will figure out what to do with the Legions who have yet to have their Primarchs, as well as the logistical needs of every Legion. It cannot be spoken enough how they also needed to decide who was to take which region of space, with efforts to go forward towards it. Such were important decisions that only the Emperor made before this moment. Now the Leader of Mankind would listen to his sons for advice on how to move forward towards the future conquest of the Galaxy. >Wait for the Emperor to arrive>Send some messages to those outside>Try to talk to Fulgrim.
>>5542080>Send some messages to those outside
>>5542080>Wait for the Emperor to arrive
>>5542080> Try to talk to Fulgrim
>>5542080>Send some messages to those outsideWe need to keep our contacts informed.
>>5542080>Try to talk to Fulgrim.let no one say we didn't try.
>>5542080>Try to talk to Fulgrim.Let it not be said that Talos is not congenial, it'd be kinda funny if Fulgrim insults Talos and he just shrugs it off because he knows Fulgrim is a bitch
>>5542080>Send some messages to those outsideBit too late to garner that friendly TalOS when we radiate with wrongness. Better still the stoic.
>>5542080>Send some messages to those outsideWe tried already with fulgrim, we have more important duties
>>5542080>Try to talk to Fulgrim.
>>5542080>>Try to talk to Fulgrim.Let us be the better man and try to bury the hatchet. If he doesn't reciprocate, then fuck him
>>5542080>Try to talk to Fulgrim
>>5542080>>Send some messages to those outside
>>5542080>Try to talk to FulgrimI want gorillaman to like usLets try diplomacy publically
>>5542080>Try to talk to Fulgrim. Maybe now that the doll has a cool head, our conversation can be more productive.
We no longer look like a terminator thanks to the Nanomachines.Let's try this again.>Try to talk to Fulgrim
>>5542080>Try to talk to Fulgrim>"How are your sons?"Let him take it as a veiled jab.
Send messages outside>>5542106>>5542184>>5542191>>5542206>>5542228>>5542380>>5542828>>5542975Wait for Emps>>5542117>>5542131Talk to Fulgrim>>5542123>>5542197>>5542200>>5542248>>5542330>>5542332>>5542399>>5542431>>5542449>>5542476>>5542522Cool, we are live! Time to have a fun discussion with the Phoenician.
TalOS could feel the glances that were being stolen towards him by Fulgrim. Before the Primarch was oblivious to these senses thanks to his use of the Blackstone. Now he could taste upon his tongue the negative emotions that were crawling off his brother. These emotions of envy and scorn if taken from a human were enough to give TalOS a wet palet, but his brother was like a fountain of water that seemed to have no end. An ended needed to be sighted if the fidelity of this Council was to carry any motions. At the very least TalOS would be able to save some face if he were the one to try and bridge the gap. Fulgrim might realize this attempt but TalOS did not care. He himself wanted more friendly terms. TalOS considered his topic carefully. Something that would surely spur some emotion other than the deep disdain he held towards him. After another moment’s thought the topic was chosen. “Fulgrim, I have heard that your Legion was recovering from the Blight which ravaged your Geneseed.” TalOS began as he gave a curated smile upon his mostly human face, “How far have they recovered?” The change within Fulgrim was sudden as his stoic frown became that of a serpent’s smile. TalOS could still taste it, that anger which was the foundation of Fulgrim’s thoughts of TalOS. This foundation was what TalOS wanted to chip at and as he estimated Fulgrim’s immediate thoughts did not change. Still, there was other emotions now which were displayed proudly upon his face. “The Genesmiths of Mars were able to make use of my flesh. The Legion will continue to recover at an acceptable rate, a few thousand every year.” Fulgrim pointed out as he looked out towards the greater table towards Horus, “We will continue to work with our brother Horus until we have reached thirty thousand Astartes. It will take five more years of work but it comes soon.” “That is great to hear. Even with the genes of the Father I found only the Master Genetors were able to truly make something akin to the Astartes’ Geneseed. Our Father must have given them some assistance to make sure they were successful.” TalOS told his brother with an attempt at comradery. To that TalOS heard a small laugh come from Fulgrim, “Genescience is not that complex brother. It was not our Father who guided the hands of those who worked with me but myself.”
“You’ve learned from Genescience then, that is interesting.” TalOS said as he felt a little uncomfortable hearing his personal discipline being named. “It was a flight of fancy, one that I saw needed to be done so that my Legion would rise from its ashes.” Declared Fulgrim as he seemed to almost languish his deed, “A firm hand was needed in both the study and the collection of persons. Each of my sons from the first batch were handpicked by me with all of them being compatible with my Geneseed.” “Really?” TalOS felt a small bit of confusion but also a relative understanding of those words. He too selected his sons. But if what Fulgrim was saying was true then he had a greater success rate. In an instant TalOS had to know, “How did you accomplish such a feat?” The smile and feelings that TalOS got from Fulgrim was like someone who had their enemy fall for a trap. TalOS did not care if he fell for some sort of trap or not though. He was both confused and curious just how his brother was able to achieve a feat that TalOS can only get down with roughly ten of his batches. “Ha, it was quite simple, my brother.” The Phonecian declared with a crystal clear laugh, “Only the greatest and brightest are to become members of my Legion. Those that are below my standards will not be allowed to be implanted by my Geneseed. Even if they are young boys each of them must be capable of art and have a cursory understanding of war. If that cannot be achieved then why bother?” “Such a level of selection does not correlate with Geneseed Compatibility.” TalOS pointed out with a hint of skepticism, “While the aptitude of a person does correlate with their acceptance of the implant it is not guaranteed. There are a great many factions that are placed into it.” TalOS could see the smile upon Fulgrim’s face begin to wane and the anger within him start to bubble up for a moment. The good will that TalOS was trying to build was waning and it was obvious that TalOS thought too much about the situation. Was that an issue? Yes TalOS was trying to fix the path that was between his brother and him. Didn’t that include trading of theories in order to better gain an understanding of the treatment his brother used.
Whatever TalOS thought of it Fulgrim seemed to think the opposite, “Are you questioning my intelligence?” That was an easy accusation to set aside with a genuine answer, “No Fulgrim. I simply wished to have the knowledge that you possess. To have knowledge is to approach divinity, and if we both can gain that divinity together then that would be my objective.” That got a small chuckle out of Fulgrim. It was a condescending one which seemed directly at insulting TalOS’s ethics upon the situation. As he felt the malice being eaten by his soul TalOS knew that it was in fact a sort of slander. The slander did taste good, which was beside the point. “If wish to know so much it is simply that I did my research.” Fulgrim announced as he gave a devilish smile, “It did not take me long to read all the textbooks that you read. The concepts, the genome, while not the most entertaining facts helped me to sharpen my senses.” Fulgrim reached down and picked up a fork which he pointed in a random direction, “Brother, you simply stay within the laboratory too much to feel it. When I laid eyes on those who would become my sons I knew for a fact that they were compatible. With my research we were able to root out any weaklings as the Priest thought my intuition was wrong like yourself. But I was right, and now my numbers swell.” Time slowed within the mind of TalOS as he fed that information into his Machine Spirits. A Lyngo-decoder quickly tore the machine apart as TalOS studied what was within the words himself. It seemed that both TalOS and the Machine Spirits were coming to similar conclusions. TalOS quickly took a survey of the local datastacks to confirm it. There were two factors that possibly gave Fulgrim the advantage. The first was the Warp, which was a fickle thing that gave beings like the Primarchs insights that no normal Mortal would have. Such a thing was obviously said. The second was that the batch was small relative to what someone like TalOS or Dorn went through. TalOS knew that many of his brothers engineered their trials to be deadly, but TalOS saw a ninety six point three percent failure rate among Dorn’s alone. Fulgrim might have simply played his game conservatively just to give a taunt like this at this moment. >Applaud him for the foresight>Accuse him of playing conservative>Stay out of this game.
>>5543250>Stay out of this game.I don't care about it to be honest
>>5543250>Stay out of this game.
>Applaud him for the foresight>Admit that his "method" is something we could not copy even if we tried. Especially as we are now. May he keep his line pure and his sons strong.> Draw a parallel between this method and out own Astarte's and Ancillians who pursue art and war separately. The heights of human art and science are often born by necessity and what greater necessity is there than one of winning a war for a grand cause.>> Congratulate him on his foresight for this will give his sons purpose after the wars have been fought. We do mean this. And if this keeps him sticking to the human form instead of becoming SnekySnekboi then I'm all for it.
>>5543250>Stay out of this game.>>5543269lmao, Nah fuck him. His a always gonna fall to Snake thirst. Dude's a bitch.
>>5543250>>Stay out of this game.
>>5543269> supportOne more shot at brotherhood.
>>5543250>Stay out of this game.Anons out here acting like they could prevent the Heresy by being nice.
>>5543510I don't want to prevent it, I want to accelerate it.
>>5543269it won't keep him from slannesh.All the same, I am in favour of praising him for giving his astartes a purpose post the wars. Something he doesn't think will ever end.>Support.
>>5543250>>Stay out of this game."Yeah fulgrim you awesome. Anyway..."
>>5543269Support.He's going to hate us anyway. But it won't be our fault for not trying. Primarchs are notoriously stubborn.Fulgrim likes his ego affirmed. It costs us nothing especially if we aren't technically lying.
Stay out of his game>>5543253>>5543257>>5543478>>5543493>>5543510>>5543861>>5543314Flatter him>>5543269>>5543419>>5543486>>5543553>>5543574These do not count>>5543502>>5543509>>5543553>>5544121A reminder to you all to read the damn rules. This is an instance where if at least three of you read the rules then this would have changed. Here we are.
>>5543553You counted this anon as both flatter him and do not count>>5543553
>>5544233Oops, collateral. He counts so hes in the right place.
TalOS focused upon his brother for a second, then another second as that piece of time was lost to him. Even as the world outside moved at a crawl TalOS could not help but ask for more of it. Why wouldn’t he? He was given something that was so… bland. “Thats… good of you Fulgrim.” TalOS gave a half hearted reply with a small bit of dread laced within his voice, “If you have made any discoveries about the Astartes Genome, please send them to me.” TalOS was not wanting to antagonize him. Fulgrim clearly wanted either to be praised for his accomplishment or for TalOS to become angry at the perversion of his personal art. With another second’s consideration TalOS considered the idea that Fulgrim was not actually trying to get him angry, but to draw some sort of reaction to what would be a cornerstone of any Genetor’s career. “But I have.” Fulgrim said with a lightened smile, “Even you have not accomplished such a feat.” TalOS felt himself grow sick upon those words, “So what.” “What? I have told you what I have learned and you would disregard me!?” Growled the Phonecian as his anger began to swell like a ripening fruit. “Having an intuitive sense is good, but it does not give anything more.” TalOS pointed out as he felt annoyance that seemed to fly away like the wind, “It is an achievement, that is all.” Fulgrim’s hair seemed to almost spike with anticipation similar to a feline. His eyes narrowing as if there was prey before him. If the man was a serpent then TalOS would have seen fangs showing from his brother’s mouth. TalOS slowly began to realize that of all the reactions, denying his brother an overt reaction of either anger or joy was the worst idea of them all. Perfection was always something overt let it be the horror it brings of the pleasure it has within the eye of a beholder. Both of these were visceral acts that fed the soul. Fulgrim however was denied his satisfaction. “YOU DAMNED BASTARD!” Yelled Fulgrim as he leaped out of his chair, sending what was a perfect piece of Artisan work across the room with the full force of his body, “I am a Primarch, your Brother, yet you look upon me like I am some sort of annoying orphan! Of all the insults that I could be given, that is the greatest insult that I have ever been forced to experience!”
Upon his declaration the rest of the table went silent so that they would bear witness to the happenings. This silence did not mean there was inaction as Horus, Dorn, and Leman all rose upon the outcry of hatred. Of those present it was Leman Russ who was the closest to the group. In a blur the wolf-man went from his seat to the rear of Fulgrim with a bark of fury, “Put a hand on the Dragon, and you will get the Wolf.” “Get away from me you mutt! You stink and your bark will not scare me!” Fulgrim fired back as he glared at Leman Russ. “You forget this Wolf also-!” Leman Russ was already pulling back his fist as a shout came from behind him. “In the name of our Father do not bare your Fists against each other!” Declared Dorn as he had his hand upon what TalOS identified to be a ceremonial sword. In an instant the Priest knew that it was for a modified mortal sword for a Primarch. Dorn could wield it, but would such a weapon work against Demi-Gods? “I agree with Rogal, please stop all of you!” Finally Horus arrived and quickly grabbed Fulgrim to bring him out of the accidental pincer the Third Primarch had found himself in. The Phonecian knew he was in a precarious position, but the fellow did not move a muscle and instead bore his attention upon his fellow, “Unhand me Horus! I will teach this Dog and Dragon that a Phoenix is much stronger than their foolish barks and claws.” “Ha, you think you are stronger than me? Bring it on!” Growled Leman as the hand of Dorn settled on his brother’s shoulder. TalOS caught the grin the wolfman showed their Dauntless brother. It seemed that Russ was in it for more than to protect TalOS’s honor. He was looking to get a fight in because he was forced to sit around for too long. But then again he was coming on TalOS’s side, which was something the Fabricator General was sure to be thankful for in the future.
Fulgrim tried to answer but Horus was the first to the punch, “There is no need to fight in the War Room Brothers. The War is outside of these walls, not within this palace. Imagine what your Legions would think if they saw this.” “They would be cheering me on!” Laughed Leman as he saw a good game when there was one. Against the laugh of his brother Fulgrim had a good amount of mirth within his voice, “Do not play such words against me Horus. I know I will win against Leman.” “You hear that Horus, that is a boast! I cannot be King of Fenris if I do not answer this boast.” Leman Russ answered back. “Brothers, brothers.” As if the conversation was not crowded enough Vulkan, who was one of the few who decided not to run to the situation finally came around, “No one doubts each of your fighting prowess! Both of you are wonderful duelists I am sure. But any minute now our Father will arrive, I do not wish to sadden him with the sight of his sons bickering.” “Leman, I admire your strength but we are not here to prove anything. Leave that for the battlefield.” Rogal Dorn said as he patted his brother on the shoulder. “There is no need to fight this fight Fulgrim. You are the best swordsman I know but no need to prove that today.” Horus whispered to Fulgrim in a tone that only TalOS caught thanks to his augmentations. “I cannot take this insult lying down! Let it be from TalOS or Leman I do not care!” Fulgrim announced as he gave hard worn gazes in each of their directions. Of all the things to happen, TalOS felt temperament anger with this. Still employing a time sense matrix and his Machine Spirits, TalOS counted all the positions of his brothers. Three were trying to dissolve the situation being Rogal, Horus, and Vulkan. Vulkan might be the only one who was unbiased, as Rogal was trying to make Leman realize it was not a time to have fun while Horus was trying to calm Fulgrim with sweet words. Of those not active Gulliman was holding his nose, while Magnus looked on with a hint of amusement. Ferrus just looked annoyed at the entire thing. If things were this bad then what would happen when all twenty brothers met? TalOS was sure the planet would face exterminatus because of it. What was his station though? >Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General>Make a point that Fulgrim started this shit>Try and help simmer things down>Just let what happens happen.
>>5544270>Try and help simmer things down
>>5544270>Just let what happens happen.
>>5544270>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator GeneralALRITE NIGGAH SQUAD UP.
>>5544270>just let what happens happenA duel would be fun but Dads gonna appear any minute.
>>5544270>Just let what happens happen.By the mechanicus what bitch Fulgrim is.Can Talos play minesweeper in his mind to pass the time?
>>5544270>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General. The problem is the following: No matter how much time passes this cursed doll will continue to cause us problems, for the simple fact that we don't see the need to praise every move he is capable of making. If we run away it just means he's going to take it as a victory, meaning he's going to get more and more unbearable. So there's only one way to end it. As if it weren't enough for him to pull a gun in the presence of our sweet mother, and to try to attack our creed in our house. This envious, selfish, spoiled fuck still has the audacity to attack us in the middle of the Imperial Palace? Alright last time we beat him, this time we're going to put this china doll to attend the meeting in a bed, because of the amount of bones we're going to break. Today this son of a bitch will learn to respect us, One punch at a time.
>>5544270>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General Personally, I think Talos doesn't really care much for Fulgrim but he gotta rep both the Federation of Lucius and the AdMech and Fulgrim has been taking a lot of shots against the priesthood as well. Also, bro points with Leman is always great.
>>5544270>Try and help simmer things down>Propose that we spend the remaining time we have left playing some wargames. Afterall, if our adepts can use it and get joy from it, then maybe it will help us grow closer and learn from each other?By the Machine God, but i fiercely want to beat the shit out of Fulgrim in Planetary Annihilation. That'll show him that he doesn't know shit when it comes to actually waging and practicing warfare, with his experience and expertise in figthing battles meaning squat if he can't see the bigger picture.Just like how being able to personally finding Astartes trainees is all fine and dandy, until you up and die and now have an entire system of recruitment that doesn't work 'cause you're not there.
He was trying to gain our approval.Let's duel him and challenge his skill as he challenged ours. There on his chosen field of art can we truly express our admiration for his skill.
>>5544270>Try and help simmer things downI can’t believe we just made bitchboy into our rival, like come on at least be someone who is actually cool
>>5544434I disagree, he is not our rival, he's too insignificant for that>Try and help simmer things downNow is really not the time for a duel.
Oops forgot to link to the vote >>5544270>Try and help simmer things down
>>5544270>Try and help simmer things downThis is what happens when you try to patch things up with THE narcissist.
>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General
>>5544270>Try and help simmer things downLets have a tournament after the meetingA set of duels
>>5544456...oh god this must be what Dorn feels like everytime he meets with Perturabo.
>>5544270I'm sorry, where did he insult anyone other than us? I see no glory in rising to an insult by a drama queen. Best he be dismissed from our attentions.>Just let what happens happens.>Nod to Russ in thanks.
>>5544270>Declare a Duel to Fulgrim, he insulted the Fabricator General
>>5544268>If the man was a serpentwell
>>5544270>>Just let what happens happen.You see, fulgrim's anger is diluted now, spread thin against pretty much everyone in the room. If we speak (simmer things down) Fulgrim will get a grip of that anger and lash out to us again, forcing a reaction out of Leman and possibly us, which would get things even more heated.I trust Horus is amazing enough to keep things together and quench the anger that is going on, he was the battlemaster after all and has fought side to side with big E, saving his life (yeah right) even. If we stay put, there are more brothers wanting to stop this conflict than the ones wanting to make things worse.Also guilliman what the fuck BRO??? Those titans meant shit for you ah? You didn't even felt like standing up for this, wha the fuck man I won't forget this.
>>5544270>Just let what happens happens.
>>5544694You convinced me>>5544458>Just let what happens happens.
>>5544271I'm changing to>Just let what happens happen.
>Of those not active Gulliman was holding his noseDamn, Roboute is normally the first to be the diplomat in these situations.I wonder if he's not necessarily going to be the goody two shoes ambassador this time around, but a bit more strategic. A bit like us and Alpharius.
>>5544270>Just let what happens happen.Analyze and observe. This will give us data on ALL our brothers, which could be very important
>Try and help simmer things downShould have voted flatter instead of getting all specific about this.
>>5544906Lets be honest, he saw it was handled and reasoned another person would make it worse. Though mostly its that second hand embarrassment.
Just let it happen>>5544271>>5544273>>5544311>>5544335>>5544582>>5544607>>5544646>>5544694>>5544708>>5544907D-D-d-Duel>>5544281>>5544346>>5544351>>5544642>>5544516lol>>5544352Actively try to simmer>>5544434>>5544456>>5544459>>5544546>>5544812>>5545157Alright, I will let you all know I will likely not be posting tomorrow. Nothing I can do, I simply will not have the time to post.
>>5545241He's trying to preoccupy himself with thoughts on his blossoming empire and logistics.>I wish I was at home planning supply lines>These guys are too wild>I could be at home expanding the Realm of Ultramar
lmao guilliman is thinking on pie charts and stuff? I bet he was pretending each chair (and brothers) around the table have set values and percentages and he moves them around based on arbitrary values and he then changes the parameters like raw power, likeability, strenght, territory...
>>5545352Honestly I think there's a huge amount of potential for TalOS and Guilliman to just be logsitic/math nerdbros while all of this fighting and drama goes on.
TalOS watched closely as muscles tensed and eyes moved from one side to another. Even with the world outside slowed, TalOS could see each of his brothers in something much more relative to real time. They were demi-gods, why would something as simple as time relativity afflict them so easily? There were a lot of things he could do at this moment but the Primarch pondered on the facts of the situation. Such thoughts were joined with the warning signs upon the Machines Spirits that were maintaining his state of advanced consciousness. Was it really smart to keep slowing his mind like this? No, it was not. Standard doctrine says that it should only be maintained for twelve seconds at most and he was keeping it live for forty five. Yes his unit was much improved on others but it was still a machine that needed to be cared for. The reason he allowed it to go on for so long was the logic that this was a dangerous moment with his life on the line. Was it on the line, not now. So with that TalOS decided to understand the situation. Relaxing the Machine Spirit he allowed the world before his eyes to move at its standard rate. “Fulgrim.” The voice of Horus was subtle with a powerful infliction in an attempt to make it heeded, “You do not need to take this fight. It is I who was honored fighting alongside you these last few years and it is you who I will continue to have at my side. Let this be.” Fulgrim looked at Horus with anger, but for every second he faced his brother TalOS sensed the will to fight and brawl started to ebb away. He looked upon Leman with a scornful glare while seemingly measuring if he should heed his brother’s words. Leman looked like he was about to go for a taunt, but the hand upon his shoulder from Dorn began to tighten with a helpful dose of annoyance. He gave a laugh to say, “Another time then, Fulgrim. You can find me at any time.” “I will keep that in mind, brother.” Fulgrim said as he turned away from the Wolf and towards TalOS himself. He did not say a thing and instead gave a small huff of annoyance while taking his seat. Whatever good mood he had before was gone, replaced with an annoyed melancholy. “Good everyone, good!” Cheered Vulkan as he looked towards one of the few doors in the room, “And just in time for Father to come in too.” As Vulkan announced that the air became saturated with the sweet tange of raw psychic power. The Emperor arrived.
The one to open the door was a Custodian, of who TalOS quickly identified to be Trajen Valorus. As the Emperor and his massive form walked through the doors Malcador the Sigillite was walking behind him with his head lowered in reverence and respect. As a Fabricator General TalOS felt such a thing was not normal when considering someone as your right hand. It must have been something else, maybe an act or play that Malcador was purposefully keeping himself small when in reference to the Emperor’s magnificence. He did not really need to do that as the Emperor’s psychic radiance was enough to overpower anyone’s senses. Even TalOS was not immune as a Blank. It was simply that he felt it differently than everyone else. Instead of the feelings of joy and elation which were written across even Fulgrim’s face, TalOS felt the satisfaction of his soul’s essence being replenished. The Emperor walked until he was standing next to his chair. Heavenly eyes scanning the room as he finished gathering the understanding of the situation. TalOS was sure there was more here than just a simple survey, the Emperor was likely reading everyone’s minds with the ease in which he drew breath. Such mastery of his power only showed that the Emperor was dangerous, but also chosen by the Machine God to carry out its will. Let it if he likes it or not. “Seat yourselves.” The Emperor declared with a soft tone that roused everyone’s spirit, “We will begin once everyone is ready.” And like that a spell was casted. Each of TalOS’s brothers, of who were either angry, contemplative, or readying for a brawl did as they were told. TalOS’s eyes wandered and saw the feral grin upon Leman Russ’s face while Dorn and Guilliman were locked in stone. Horus held a cheery smile, which was joined by Magnus, Vulkan, and Fulgrim. The only two not to smile was Ferrus, and TalOS himself. That might have been a minor mistake there. He was thinking too hard that he forgot to move his facial muscles. Too late now he would assume. He did not need to have anyone really paying attention to him anyways since the Emperor took his position just one seat over from TalOS. The Emperor descended upon what was a marble gold throne with Malcador and Valdor flanking him at either side. TalOS risk the moment to glance at his uncle, who was also looking at TalOS with a slim grin. Knowing that none but his most observant brothers, TalOS and Malcador nodded to one another in respect.
“My Sons.” The Emperor declared as his gaze crossed through the room with joy within his eyes, “Nearly forty years from this day I lost you all. Today nine of you are before me, which has proven that all of my actions up until now have not been in vain.” “Father, nothing you do is without reason!” Fulgrim cried out with passion, “You are perfect, so everything you do is perfect.” “Thank you Fulgrim.” The Emperor said as he gave a slim smile towards his son. TalOS could hardly believe it as he saw what might have been a subtle blush upon the face of his brother. The soft warmness that the Emperor gave hardened as he extended his hands. TalOS could hear the movement of the Machine Spirits around him activating. A second later a diagram of the entire galaxy was placed out before everyone to see. TalOS had seen similar maps within the archives of the Mechanicum. What was missing from those maps was the heat pressures that were placed around the galaxy as figures for the Warplanes that were being used. Thus this map was from the Nobis Navigators. They would have been the ones to collect such information so readily and bring it to the fore like today. The Emperor moved his hand and the map before him began to spin around. Pieces of it being shown and shrunk as he did so with the ease found in most Mechanicum Adepts. Soon a heat map was shown with a great amount of the galaxy shown. “These are the regions we have since been reunited with the rest of mankind. Nine Tenths of the galaxy are still out there for the Imperium to march towards and bring back to compliance.” The Emperor said as he reached out with a hand and gripped the air, “That is what we are here today to plan and accomplish. Today we will make one of the greatest leaps for mankind ever to have been taken.” With those words the Emperor’s hand shifted, the holovid changing at his whim. >The logistics of the war>Fronts, what are the fronts of this war>What are our gains?
>>5545389Imagine them doing the equivalent of playing moblie games in the middle of the family dinner.Magnus and Pert interfacing in their own ways while the rest of the Primarchs are taking the meeting ultra serious like. Preening like peacocks and posturing like jocks.
>>5545416>The logistics of the war
>What are our gains?What do we have? What can we leverage towards the goal. What tools might we bring with us towards the repair of the galaxy.
>>5545416>The logistics of the warProfessionals do logistics and Talos is one
>>5545416>>The logistics of the war
>>5545416>The logistics of the war>"What do we have? What do we need? What do we want?"
>>5545416>The logistics of the warWe are still missing a lot of brothers so our top priority should be to find, supply and get them active in the crusade as wellSupply lines and the vulnerability due to warp travel should be considered as well
>>5545416>Fronts, what are the fronts of this warWe should just figure out where we may want to send our sons primarily, as well as where ever opportunity lies for us in expansion.There's still a ton of cool things to get.
>>5545416>The logistics of the warEmperor: "check out these GAINS"Tempting option
>>5545416>The logistics of warAn army marches on it's stomach. Time to become the quartermaster.
>>5545416>The logistics of the war.
>>5545408>Was it really smart to keep slowing his mind like this?I would say his mind was pushed superb fast instead
>>5545416I would rather not bring up logistics because then some brothers EHEM would wonder why is the Lucian Federation so rich and the second legion so well supplied... while being so inactive in conquest. But I also understand the general wish of every anon to be the quartermaster of this whole mess and complement the rest.BUT GOD DAMN IT I WANT T4L0S TO FIGHT AND WRECK SHIT UP HE IS A PRIMARCH NOT A PAPER PUSHER SANCTUS DOMINUS WHERE ARE YOU, YOUR GOD MACHINE IS CRYING AND DUSTY>>Fronts, what are the fronts of this war
>>5545416>The logistics of the warClockwork Crusade
Logistics of War>>5545424>>5545436>>5545440>>5545471>>5545491>>5545565>>5545630>>5545662>>5545668>>5545767>>5545804>>5546078>>5546301Fronts of War>>5545585>>5546055What are our gains? >>5545425
The Holovid quickly turned from a series of hues, each of them a concept within the mind of the Emperor as he placed his thoughts into the machine he was using. Such thoughts began to focus as he tightened his fist, bringing into focus the image before them. It was a series of arrows and directions that were indicated throughout the galaxy, which in term made it look closer to a wave instead of a series of arrows. Such was the flow of supplies, a demonstration of the highest concentration of supplies to the places where it was to be expanded. There were two points upon the map that were shown. The first place was of course Terra, with Mars being marked solely as the source of goods. None within the room were surprised at this fact since the Martians have been the core of the Imperial Logistics Doctrine since the earliest days of the Great Crusade. The second location, which matched up with what TalOS already knew, was Lucius and its federation. “As we expand out into new fronts we must make sure our supplies are kept full and without impediment. An army without water is likely to crumble against any foe who wishes to do it harm. Thus, before we determine our fronts, we must realize what fronts we can fight upon.” The Emperor said as he looked towards TalOS, “I give you permission to take control of the conversation, as you are the representative of the Mechanicum.” “I thank you for this honor, Omnissiah.” While TalOS did not believe in the term, this was currently the official Title of the Emperor given by the Mechanicum. As he was currently a functionary of the Mechanicum those titles will be used, “Do I have permission to take control of the Machine Spirit?” “Permission granted.” Declared the Emperor of Mankind as he settled himself in his seat. As TalOS snared control of the systems he glanced around the room at his audience. They were looking at him closely in either interest or a subtle amount of anger. Such Anger was from Fulgrim and Horus. TalOS expected Fulgrim to have issues with him being the first to be elected to talk. Horus however was one that TalOS thought had little issue. Maybe just like Fulgrim, Horus had an Ego. When TalOS’s eyes glanced upon the statue of Horus saving their Father the matter was soon obvious. Envy was a powerful emotion. Even if one has everything in the world they will always want more from others.
With the Machine Spirits held within his grasp TalOS flexed his mind to impose a sharper image of the diagram. The one that the Emperor had was generated by Martian Arch Magi, which while respectable did not have all the information that TalOS had held. The map from before them all now showed a series of Forge Worlds that were united under the dominion of Mars. Each and everyone of them demonstrating some form of productions since they were too Forge Complexes. “Before you all today is the current Dominion of Mars. Unlike the Imperium, when a Martian world falls into our Dominion they are expected to pay tithes within one solar year.” TalOS declared as he pointed at numerous positions, “I am currently in the process of standardizing our travel based on the Warp Lanes map which the Navigators generated one year ago. In doing so, the efficiency of travel will be increased by forty eight percent.” With a flicker from his mind TalOS showed the regions war was occuring in, “These are the current fronts to which I optimized our transit towards, however I have the understanding today that these fronts will change. Thus what we need to determine first is how to use the resources we have to realize how many fronts we can have, and where.” Quickly TalOS’s mind turned the hologram before them into a ratio display, demonstrating the use of resources across the cosmos, “Currently Mars and Lucius are in more comfortable states, allowing us to further increase our production of resources through self-investment. If that were to change I cannot reasonably tell you if the gains will be worth it without investment of capital.” Upon that beat Guilliman raised his hand to get the attention of his brother. Knowing what his fellow was doing, the Fabricator General gave his brother a nod. With his permission given Guilliman spoke, “Then you are saying that the Mechanicum wants more worlds worth of resources?” “That is correct. We of the Mechanicum are asking that we receive a series of worlds to match what we know to be a sudden spike in demand. The planet of Mars has already been robbed of its resources, and only Lucius holds the luxury of personal vassals.” TalOS said as he glanced across the room.
“I see, your request here within the War Council is a reasonable one.” Guilliman announced as he did his own calculations, “I am sure the Priests of the Mechanicum have a reasonable amount of worlds already counted?” TalOS held a little laugh within his mind upon those specific use of words. Guilliman was not going to let the Mechanicum run away with several hundred worlds under the pretense of production capability. Thus TalOS needed to counter the offer. “There are a series of worlds with low human populations that were mining worlds in the time of the Federation. We think these worlds should be reactivated for the purposes of the war effort.” TalOS said back as he himself thought it was a reasonable matter. “Even Chemos became a mecha of enlightenment as my hands touched upon it.” Fulgrim said as he grew a slime smile, “These are worlds that Mankind still inhabit, won’t the Mechanicum turn those worlds into nothing but Servitors and Machine Men? I would think it a waste of human life and a betrayal of our vows to those people if we allowed the Mechanicum to do this.” Fulgrim, even as he caused so much chaos within the room, still had a mind of reason upon his shoulders. He knew for a fact that many of their brothers were those that followed a code, thus he leveraged it.” The one to speak next was Vulkan with what was a sense of hesitation, “Our brother is right, we cannot forsake our vows for such a gain.” Two voiced their opinion and while studying the room TalOS saw the faces of the others. Guilliman looked to be tied between a rock and a hard place while those of Dorn and Leman did not seem to have much care. Horus kept a smile as a mask, for it seemed he was feeling more envy at the moment than to care for the lives of men. Magnus did not really seem to care, but TalOS knew that his agreement with his brother to share knowledge was going to make him edge in his direction. As for the Emperor, TalOS sensed that his Father was more curious in what was going to happen instead of the issue itself. He was studying in a way that he might be seeking to root out problem bodies even now. Thus TalOS needed to consider a counter offer. >What if we only do Worlds with mutants>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds. >Keep this ground and force them to accept it.
>>5547460>What if we only do Worlds with mutants>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.There you go SoN, Ogryn and mass servitor worlds
>>5547460>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.We should probably figure out more terraforming techThis plan is kind of double edged in terms of morality because a less efficient system is probably going to mean thousands of dead astartes
>>5547460>What if we only do Worlds with mutants>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.
>>5547460>If we do not use these worlds, then the effeciency will drop significantly. We would therefore require a corresponding increase in the number of barren worlds supplied to us to make up for the difference.It's okay Fulgrim. We can play this game.
>>5547460>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.>For those who planets are willing to once more turn themselves into mining worlds, we will give them proper compensation and opportunities for their citizenry to travel to other worlds where they can ply their trade if they do not want to become a part of the mining industry/economy.Compromise is going to be the name of the game bois!
>>5547460>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off>+also send unwanted mutants there to be borged anyway because it makes more sense than just killing them. Be sure to remove pain and fear for non-criminals as is mercyWhatever cost we pay for getting the human populace to move off mining worlds will be easily paid off thrice fold via the full automation of maximized mining worlds.Far less worry about food supply, pollution and biosphere, crime and police. Just maximized throughput by 24/7 workers and let's the miner magi perfect their specialty.
By mutants I mean like, the kind that societies would have just rounded up and purged anyway. At least we can grant them the Machine Gods peace instead of an ignominious death in a mass incinerator
>>5547465Honestly I am super stoked.Though my questioning is where the inefficiency in only using barren worlds vs paying off all the mining worlds lies.Eventually a maximized mining world would probably become barren anyway no?
Also I think QM is referring to "mutants" than per say Abhumans though I could be wrong Like the "I have a tentacle for a hand now my entire town wants to kill me" kind of mutant.
>>5547460>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off>I am sure those here who would speak so highly of them would make use of them far more effectively?
>>5547579Good idea. Ask him to solve the problem or else face scarcity as the machine he serves cannot give him what he demands. He shall either refute himself or he shall give us what we want.
>>5547460>>If we do not use these worlds, then the effeciency will drop significantly. We would therefore require a corresponding increase in the number of barren worlds supplied to us to make up for the difference.>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off
>>5547543All Abhumans are mutants, not all mutants are Abhumans
>>5547517Supporting, it's a great middle ground for both sides
>>5547460>What if we only do Worlds with mutants>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck offMutants and money. Buying out the Federations old landmarks seems like a good idea.
>>5547460>>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.>What if we only do Worlds with mutantsAs a compromise we get the mutant world and extra barren ones to compensate for the lower number, it will mean more effort to establish forge worlds but in the long run we also get a bigger share of the Galaxy Pie so to speak.
>>5547977Greentext it >
>>5547460>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck offWe can afford it. I don't see why this is a moral problem if we are ensuring those people will be afforded homes and living elsewhere.
>>5547460>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off
>>5547517+1"How did the saying went by Ommnisiah? ah yes, I will pay you to fuck off"
>>5547460>It will not be efficient, but we can just use barren worlds.>For those who planets are willing to once more turn themselves into mining worlds, we will give them proper compensation and opportunities for their citizenry to travel to other worlds where they can ply their trade if they do not want to become a part of the mining industry/economy.
>>5548462>Support Seems like the best option
>>5547460>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off>get worlds with abhumansI dont like the wording of "only worlds with mutants". I think some posters think they are asking for ogryn worlds but MQM means something else like limiting ourselves only to worlds with mutants on them. We should just buy them all and also have abhuman worlds.
"I would think it a waste of human life and a betrayal of our vows to those people if we allowed the Mechanicum to do this"Man fuck this line of thought. A rock in space is just a rock in space. If we move the people and give them a better living somewhere else, what vows are we breaking anyway? We're saving lives by accelerating the war effort.
>>5547460>>The Mechanicum will pay those on the worlds to fuck off>>For those who planets are willing to once more turn themselves into mining worlds, we will give them proper compensation and opportunities for their citizenry to travel to other worlds where they can ply their trade if they do not want to become a part of the mining industry/economy.>>get worlds with abhumans (mutants)Our vows are to the lives of mankind. We are preserving the lives of mankind by moving them to good homes, and also making weapons for humanity's defense. Get some mutant worlds too, mutants can be useful.
Mutants only>>5547477>>5547465>>5548054>>5548070>>5548620Barren World>>5547475>>5547517>>5547777Fuck you Fulgrim>>5547509Capitalism Baby>>5547532>>5547579>>5547962>>5548159>>5548187>>5548462>>5548619>>5548750>>5548755
>>5548804This makes me exceedingly happy.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQrdKtPJxI0
>>5548804Uhh QM, i don't know if you noticed, but your counting is a bit weird.for example, my vote >>5547517 and the vote of Logic Enjoyer >>5548462 are exactly the same, but you have sorted them in different categories, which seems to be a bit of a theme concerning this vote, since most of them are a combined vote of "pay em to fuck off/Practice their trade elsewhere" and "eh, we will have to make do with barren worlds".Just as a heads up if you had missed it.
TalOS felt a small bit of annoyance as he wondered to himself. The situation was indeed a hard one to play thanks to Fulgrim’s nomination. What would happen to the people of these planets once their homes are turned into a factory for the purposes of the greater war. But was he not forgetting something? “Fulgrim, Vulkan, I understand the two of you do not wish to go back on your vows.” TalOS said as his red eyes glanced to each of their directions, “What we forget is that without these resources that we will become strained. Without these supplies, such as readily accessible adamantine, ceremite, and auric; you will not receive new armors, ships, and Titans to exact the aggressive war that we are fighting with now.” TalOS leaned towards the table as he wanted to make his point heared, “We, the Mechanicum, need these worlds to follow your war. Without it we will both falter if a great enemy comes onto the galactic stage.” “You think we can lose this Crusade?” Fulgrim asked with what was a genuine confusion within his voice, “It is our Father who declared it so, Mankind will have the galaxy. Do deny this is to deny our Father!” “He is right, Fulgrim.” Guilliman barked as he seemed to have a fire within his gullet, “We make war upon the Milky Way. War is always a test of an Empire’s ability to mobilize its resources and strain every drop of blood from its economy.” “Aye, he’s right!” Shouted Leman as he gave a hearty laugh, “When a Tribe goes to war everyone gives their lifeblood to the effort. We are waging a murdermake, no reason to cry over a few rocks.” There looked to be an argument to be spilled over but Horus was the quickest to the punch, “Brothers, Brothers. Before we go for each other’s throats let's talk to our brother more. TalOS, I do not believe you would want to work with an Empire that broke its treaties with those it's aligned with.”“You are correct.” Was what TalOS mentioned, leaving out the part that the Mechanicum knows full well that even centuries old contracts would need to be shattered to save the Red Planet, “What the Mechanicum would accept is permission to pursue a logic found within the tomes of the Federation. The ideas of purchasing and reallocating land.”
Seeing as Horus was the one to make the bridge, he continued acting as the speaker for the Imperial force upon the table, “I believe I have read such tome, does the Mechanicum wish to purchase these planets from their inhabitants?” “Many times we might not need to reallocate the people. The Mechanicum would be willing to work with the rulers of each world to acquire the mineral and other such rights from the natives. By improving their quality of living they will be happy for us to live as their terrestrial neighbors.” TalOS told the War Council as he gave a small grin, “Why we have not done it is obvious, we do not wish for the Imperium to think we were doing something else. That in the end it was not for the Noble purpose of the Great Crusade.” “You seek to create Enclaves upon these worlds, if I am understanding it correctly.” Horus said as he nodded, “That is more reasonable, and would be a benefit to the people as well.” “How would we prevent the Mechanicum from abusing such an authority?” Fulgrim shot quickly as he was the naysayer to whatever inch TalOS gained. “If the people are foolish enough to be tricked like that, then they will deserve their fate.” Rogal Dorn declared as a verdict when he glared at his brother, “We should not question our allies as they do not question us. If an issue does occur then Father will talk to Kalbor Hal about the matter.” “We thank the Mechanicum for being forthright about such an issue.” Horus said as he shined a smile towards TalOS, “I am sure these worlds will find it more reasonable if you approached them with the authority of the Imperium to help arbitrate these affairs.” TalOS had to take a second to feel out those words within both his mind and soul. It would be horrendous if the Imperium, acting in its own interests, tried to keep the Mechanicum from getting these worlds. Then he considered that it was in the Imperiums best interest to give them as much leeway as possible. After all, the Imperial Tithe only includes Psykers. If they did this then they would reap the benefits of actually conquering these worlds. “The Mechanicum will accept the assistance of the Imperium for these negotiations.” TalOS answered Horus as he could feel the mirth coming off of Fulgrim.
As the words were traded and what was going to be a minor scheme going to run across the galaxy the Emperor raised his hand. TalOS felt his connection to the Machine Spirits seized and removed as the Emperor made a wave with his hand. “Thank you for your words from the Mechanicum, TalOS.” The Emperor said as he snapped his fingers causing the screen to change to a series of fronts, “Now that we know where our food and munitions will be coming from, we must decide how to use them.” In an instant a series of blips and dots scattered themselves across the screen for everyone to see. “We have stretched ourselves from one end of the galaxy to the other. In doing so we now have control over all prominent Warp Lanes. In doing so I have found each and every one of you who are now sit before me today.” The Emperor announced as he flicked his hand, “Now we must go inwards and fight what we have identified. There are a great many dominions, both Xenos and Man, which lay within the numerous fabrics we have woven.” With those words done the Emperor looked up, “We must decide who is to go where. What is allowed and what must we leave for when the full Brotherhood is amongst us.” With those words spoken the Emperor’s hand waved revealing a series of locations, “These are the realms and regions that I see ripe for compliance. Either to bring into the fold or crush under our heel.” With that he began announcing the regions, their battles, and what was there. >Remain upon the Federation for this round of war>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early. >Opt to expand the local area for the Imperium (While claiming some fine planets for one’s self.) >Pick a FUN front to go on.
>>5548873>Opt to expand the local area for the Imperium (While claiming some fine planets for one’s self.)GREED
>>5548873>Opt to expand the local area for the Imperium (While claiming some fine planets for one’s self.)
>>5548873>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early.
>>5548873>>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early.Let's just get this out of the way now
>>5548873>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early + Fun Front>+OTHER (if we are allowed): Trigger the Araneus (Necromunda) Event Early? (follow up on some rumors about a lost Federation tech planet)https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Great_Crusade_Chronology"ca. Mid-800s.M30 The Two Wars of Araneus"Tried to look for some events and war fronts that were relatively closish to this timeframe we are in.It's entirely up to QM if he wants to allow this to happen or if it's even an option, but given the campaign directly involves the Imperial Fists, imagine if we had the chance to change things up? Maybe we won't prevent the destruction of the Warp Gates of Araneus (which would have been a huge boon to the Imperium), but perhaps if we took the Tech planet intact rather than a smoking wreck. . .and its hoard of STCs TalOS could convince Dorn that the usefulness of such a system of gates would be paramount to Terra's defense, and thus get him directly involved. In any even, I think this could be fun.We claim to be the true legitimate heirs of the Federation. How well would that hold, when we are going to face some of the creme of the Federations actual tech remnants?Plus, maybe QM could come up wtih some neat ideas on what that massive threat spilling from the Warp Gates ended up being?
Some other fronts we may want to consider tackling are Calixis and Scarus to our west, also with lots of neat prizes in store for us.Calixis even has the lost Myrmidon Battle Techpriest cult, who are the finest Techpriest warriors in the galaxy, as well as the Cult of Sollex who are the finest laser specialists in the galaxy.Just throwing ideas.
>>5548971Support. Necromunda would be perfect to add more tech. We'd also be able to improve the living conditions of the Hiveworld.
>>5548971Support the recovery of knowledge is paramount!as it benefits all Mankind in the end perhaps Moreso than the Crusade ever will.
>>5548873> Go ahead and work with Dorn Early.
>>5548971>SupportThe quest for knowledge (technology) never ends.>>5548980>>5549048Votes need to be greentexted to count.
>>5548873>Go ahead and work with DornThe once Emperor of Inwit took a few moments to think to himself, as if weighing the words, “What you have done for my Legion I cannot express in mere words but the same goes for yourself. What I ask of you, when a time comes, is that you join me in the Crusade for a year so that you can keep your mind wetted with combat. It is not now, but I expect it to be in a reasonable interval.” (thread 11)
>>5548873>Go ahead and work with Dorn Early. The siege specialist, and the armory master fighting together, this is going to be an extended vacation section for our sweet tooth scientist.
>>5548971 Nano wasn't the planet necromunda attacked in the lore, during the crusade, by a beta version of the Necrons?
>>5549424If it is, it isn't clear. The HH book simply says small dark ships encircling bloated behemoth craft."A darkness deeper than the void, of living-lightning and flame-wreathed chrome"It could be the crons. A bunch of Scythe ships encircling a big Cairn Tomb crackling with Gauss energies? Maybe. But it's vague enough that they could let it be virtually anything.
>>5548873>Join dorn early.
>>5548971>SupportI like the chance we can take Araneus intact as a dark age cyberpunk world, something not even Lucius was able to achieve because of starvation and needing to resort to faith.
The Selfish Option>>5548890>>5>>5549170548895Go with Dorn Early>>5548896>>5548924>>5548971>>5549593>>5549652>>5549248>>5549293>>5549391>>5549420>>5549537>>5549277Thus, we go with the brother.
>>5548971I will say this now, you have a misunderstanding when it comes to the war. Specifically its the TWO wars. Nothing says we cannot wage the first one.
The map spun before their eyes, the places that the Emperor picking out shown before everyone’s eyes on what could possibly be the locations of battle. Against these locations were the numerous spots which were marked too dangerous for mankind to even dare enter yet. One of these places was the greatest Ork Empire that has yet, and will likely ever, be seen upon the galactic stage. Its core was a planet according to Federation records to be called Ullinor and was where Mankind previously banished the Orks when Mankind ascendant to the Golden Age. TalOS wished that mankind did not decide on a treaty but instead eradication. But these were Orks, the most resilient race ever to be known. If there was a drop of Ork blood upon an Asteroid then that rock would quickly become a source of infestation. When it becomes an infestation it will inevitably be used as a delivery vector for the Ork infection to arrive upon a fertile world. Thus it was unreasonable to wish that the Ancients had spent the resources to eradicate the Orks. He still wished it though, if nothing else than to remove upon the Galactic Stage that splotch of green which infested the map like an infection. “Guilliman, we have already had our discussions that you will be working upon the realm of Ultramar. Thus you will not be subject to campaign from anywhere but your home.” The Emperor said first and foremost as he looked upon the diligent son. “I thank you for this opportunity, Father.” Guilliman answered as he gave a small bow of his head to display respect.“Fulgrim, Horus.” The Emperor said as he looked at the two of them, “The Third Legion is still recovering from the losses they sustained earlier in the Crusade. The two of you will continue to fight together until the number of Emperor’s Children reaches twenty thousand.” “Thank you for affirming our thoughts, Father.” Horus said as Fulgrim simply gave a gleeful smile, “I believe it would be wise for us to continue fighting in the Galactic North a ways beyond the Federation Sector. There are a great many Greenskins there that will require both myself and Fulgrim to exterminate.” “Your reasoning is sound, does anyone here reject Horus’s claim?” The Emperor asked as he glanced across the room. There was not a sound or a call out, many shaking their heads to display their thoughts on the matter without words. The Emperor seemed satisfied as he gripped the scene and made the world seem to travel.
“Special circumstances have been seen to, we must now look at the greater war footing.” The Emperor said as he zoomed in on the galactic, “On the eastern fringes there the First Legion encountered a new race of Xenos. The information they gathered from this race of unusual standard does not set right with me.” They all viewed what was a small front that would have been minor in the grander scale of things. When the analytics of the battle came up though TalOS began to understand why the Emperor was worried about the battle that had taken place there. TalOS had to vocalize the information he saw, “They claim to have fought a Xenos conglomerate and torched fifteen of their worlds. For them to have such a small empire with the ratio of Xenos does not seem reasonable. You believe there is more.” The Emperor nodded to the assessment that TalOS gave, “I do not doubt the ability of the First to wage war. However we need someone to go into the region and start an investigation of it. Supplies will be minimal, so the one who travels there will need to be semi-self reliant.” “The Iron Hands will do that.” Ferrus Manus announced as he raised a fist into the air, “It will give my sons skills that I have been trying to bring into their ranks for some time. We will succeed.” “Does any others wish to go as well?” The Emperor asked as he looked about the room. “I wish you good luck brother.” Vulkan called out as he shined a smile in the direction of Ferrus, “I too would want to go there, but my Legion needs time to swell from the recruits of Nocturn. In due time, would you welcome the Salamanders to your campaign?” “I don’t need it.” Barked Ferrus as he gave a half hearted glance towards Vulkan, “The Iron Hands will be capable and supplies will be scarce. Even if you can feed yourself, we will be fighting over the scraps in that region.” Vulkan gave a half hearted laugh in an attempt to provide himself some levity, “Then I will leave it to you brother. Father, is there a region that requires similar expertise?” The Emperor did not need to ponder as his hand glazed the screen and zoomed into a region near Segmentum Solar, “This region is nearly denied to us due to the Warp Lanes. Even as its so close to the Astronomicon it is treacherous to navigate. If there is a location where you are still close to Nocturn and still need to forge your own armaments, it will be there.” “It shall be our then!” Cheered the Primarch as he gave a grin.
The Emperor gestured, transforming the image into a new front of war, “Another item that has come to my attention, within the region of Terra, is a region that is currently controlled by Orks. Such a region, while small, appears to have so much metal that it's what attracted the Orks towards them. There have been rumors of humans being in the system, but that remains to be seen.” “Orks you say, Father?” Leman Russ barked as he gave a small growl of pleasure, “Greenskin are always a good fight.” “Leman, I do not believe you will be the best for the job ahead of us.” Declared Dorn as he glanced at his brother, “If there are humans within the system then we will need to negotiate. Your Legion does not have any iterators to facilitate such functions. As it is Orks, I see it reasonable that the Imperial Fists be those who drive them back.” Leman Russ looked to his side to measure Dorn, as to what TalOS knew to be the logic. Leman Russ was not dumb and his barbarity was an extension of his intelligence. He grew a small smile to answer, “Fine, you can have that murdermake.” “Thank you for seeing reason, Brother.” Rogal answered his brother before looking back as his father, “The Imperial Fists will cleanse the system of the Greenskin menace. That you have my word.” “Father.” Before the Emperor could answer Dorn TalOS decided to ask a question, “You say that these worlds are full of metal. Is there a potential that this region could have once been a host for Mega-Projects once hosted by the Federation?” The Emperor gave a small nod as he answered, “It was the site where mankind would test technology in an area far enough away from Terra that it would not damage it, but close enough that they can pull resources from it. Does the Mechanicum have an interest in the region?” TalOS looked over towards Rogal who seemed to understand the undercurrent of what TalOS was trying to do, “With permission from Rogal I would like to join him as a representative of the Mechanicum. I have an individual who I can trust to be my Regent, so it is no mistake for me to make this incursion outside of the Federation for a few years.” Rogal gave a small nod as he heard those words, “I do not have an issue with this, if you allow it Father.” The Emperor thought to himself before giving a nod, “It will be allowed. It would be wise to take support as the Orks might have tried to resurrect old technology.” TalOS felt a creep going up his spine at the thought, “Thank you Father.”
“Then that just leaves me and the wolf.” Magnus declared as he decided now was his time to speak, “Father, am I to go towards the frontier along with my brother?” The Emperor nodded his head as he heard the question. “We need to continue pushing in Segmentum Obscurus. Every planet we gain in that region is the more ground that we will be afforded in the future.” “So we are hunting the Wyrd.” Leman Russ declared as he glanced towards his brother, “You can take the right and I the left?” “There is no reason to take things so simply.” Magnus told his brother before he himself began to ponder. TalOS could feel the swelling of energy from his brother as he attempted some form of clairvoyance. TalOS did not like it, but he did not try to stop such a mundane use of psychic power. As an answer went across his blackened eye Magnus was found declaring, “But sometimes the most simple things are the best. Do what you want brother, I will do what I want.” “Sounds fine enough to me.” Leman Russ barked with a cheer. “Good, then the decisions have been made. Those who do not have their Primarchs will continue their search at their leisure.” The Emperor told everyone as he looked from one half of the room to the other, “I will continue my search for your brothers as well. To do so I cannot continue to tie myself in singular campaigns until they are all found. Do we have any questions or requests to be made?” To the words the Emperor asked, no response was given. So with a mighty declaration of his voice the Emperor spoke, “Then the First War Council is finished. You are all released.” >Meet with Magnus>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman>Chat with Horus>Leman Russ surely wants a drink. >Bitch off Fulgrim.
>>5550279>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman
>>5550279>Fulgrim surely wants a drink
>>5550276>On the eastern fringes there the First Legion encountered a new race of Xenos. The information they gathered from this race of unusual standard does not set right with me.Its the Rangdan isn't it>>5550279>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman
>>5550279>Go with Leman Russ, the bro.Can we go to mars and murderize the daemon engines now??? Pleaaaaaaase
>Bitch off Fulgrim.I feel like being antagonistic today.
>>5550279>>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman
>>5550279>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman>Chat with HorusIm not sure who to talk to firstBoth of these options lead to a lot of good gains, resources and influence
>>5550284>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and GuillimanWe're here to get shit done. Dorn and Guilliman are primarchs who are capable of getting shit done and are empire builders rather than mostly just conquerors.
>>5550279>Drink with RussRuss is [Our guy] even if he isn't logical.
>>5550279>Talk with the two folks who have sense, Dorn and Guilliman.
>>5550279>>Leman Russ surely wants a drink.
>>5550279>Leman Russ surely wants a drink.Bring out the mead, for tonight we feast!
Remember when the Blackstone fortress shot mini black holes at ships? Shit was cash
Or remember when we were just starting and had UZ1 face off against T4SL4 and they repaired menials? That's when the anxilians accepted her as one on them.
>>5550802That was a very pleasant not to desires to upgrade our ship based weapons and the fortress itself.>>5550805Been a while since we've seen T35LA, and yeah. I remember when TalOS said he thought her mind was developed like his was, and thinking that the techpriests had gone into TalOS head and tried to replicate what they saw on her so she must had been very unique. Didn't end up being the case, but she's still our girl.
>>5551252I was going to post something like thatPeace through Power
>>5550279>Leman Russ surely wants a drink.
When the discussions were finished with everyone began making their own way out. The majority of those present went their own way, which for TalOS was something he somewhat expected. TalOS was friendly with everyone, but felt that he had a real connection to only one fellow. For his pathway out TalOS decided that he would follow his brother Dorn out. Already TalOS needed to prepare battle plans with his brother so he started walking in the Imperial Fist’s direction without much worry within his heart. After all it was not only because he was approaching his brother with the idea of battle plans, but genuine companionship. Even if they shared a small discussion between one and the other their relationship transcended their persons into their Legions themselves. So TalOS made his way in that direction which became somewhat interesting when he was now walking next to Guilliman. TalOS glanced at his brother with a pristine smile as they breached the doors going into an outerhall. There was unease there, an unease that TalOS only felt from Guilliman whose emotions were closer to the surface than his other brothers. Even as his senses betrayed him Guilliman gave a grin in return, “It has been a while brother. I cannot thank you enough for all that you have given Ultramar.” “I can imagine it well enough.” TalOS told his brother as TalOS’s eyes adjusted to the new scenery that was of paintings and gold. “The Titan Legions guard Macragge well, and those that joined me in the Crusade. With the presence of those War Machines I know that thousands of lives, both Astartes and Human, have been saved by those God Machines.” “Your words should be given to the Princeps of such mighty war machines.” TalOS directed as he gave a hearty laugh, “They will be honored to hear such words from a brother of mine.” “I have already done so.” Guilliman answered with a genuine laugh of his own, “My thanks is for you as well as them. Thank you.” “I am honored by your graciousness.” TalOS admitted as he gave a courteous bow before he had a small moment of realization, “Have you met Rogal Dorn before?” “I have not met him before but read the reports. I heard the two of you had gotten along, so would you be willing to introduce me to him?” Guilliman said with the guile of a seasoned politician. “That is not a problem.” TalOS informed his brother as he led the way with a powerful stride.
The two of them found the Primarch of the Imperial Fists looking at a painting of a castle. Looking upon it TalOS recognized the painting to be one of an ancient human Empire from the time when Terra had oceans. The irony that TalOS sensed as he looked upon the painting was that there was so much information about the Romans that the Mechanicum knew almost everything about it. Mankind always had a fascination with the past. Only the Emperor himself, a being who was as Ancient as the Past, did not build an Empire based on the claims of the past. TalOS for instance was the inheritor to the Federation’s Legacy with a government that mimicked what was there before. TalOS would have called out to try and start the introduction for Guilliman, but as he glanced towards his brother TalOS realized such a thing was now what they both wanted at the moment. The two of them approached the painting with this eyes studying the works that were about it. What TalOS saw first and foremost was the death and carnage that was there. The destruction of an Empire from a group of Barbarians who name lived through the tongue of mankind from that moment onwards. To think that such an act would scar humanity so harshly was on par with Long Night. At least, in the grander scale of things when the Ancients talked about the times after the fall of Roma. TalOS thought about it for a moment and decided to ask, “Rogal, may I ask whats caught your eye?” Rogal Dorn glanced at his brother with a measured glance and answered, “The workings in this painting caught my eye. An entire city made of lost architecture that are only seen in pictures like this one. It's good craftsmanship, both the painting and the works it depicts. I wish to admire it.” TalOS felt his smile remain as he looked towards Guilliman, “And what of you Roboute?” The Son of Macragge looked upon the painting closely and unlike Dorn held his response in reserve. Was he measuring what response would be a good one, what he actually thought of it, or which of these items to be shared with his two brothers. “If we do not commit ourselves to the Crusade this is the fate of Humanity.” The Primarch said with what TalOS sensed was a truthful statement, “If we are all sharing, what about you?” “This is the end of all things.” TalOS told his brothers as he felt a smile fade away, “My only hope is that like these peoples, humanity continues to grow.” “I see.” There was obvious discomfort within the words of Guilliman but he did not see a need to comment further about the words spoken.
“I am Rogal of the House of Dorn.” As their little subject ended it was Dorn who spoke out as he extended a hand towards his blue robed brother.For Roboute TalOS noticed the man caught slightly off guard from the sudden introduction. Things were not going into his plan but the recovery was quick and natural, “I am Roboute Guilliman, Son of Konor Guilliman. I have read a series of reports about you and I am honored that we can meet today.” With that the two men shook hands, their hands grasping one another instead of the wrists like how Guilliman previously shook TalOS’s hands. TalOS gave a small laugh to let his presence be known once again, “You did not need my help it seems brother.” Such words were wrong of course, TalOS knew, for he was the one who started this conversation in the first place. But he felt like he wanted to joke with his brother and this was the easiest way to do it. “I thank you for the effort.” Roboute answered back as he knew the truth of the matter. Everyone did actually, but jokes were jokes and anything TalOS could do to lighten the mood from his sheer presence was a positive. “I have heard about both you and your Legion Guilliman.” Rogal said as he studied his brother’s build as those words were spoken, “The War Born were different from how you are now. Is that the reason you changed their names to Ultramarines?” “They will not be just warriors anymore, but Sons of Ultramar. Changing their names was only natural.” Guilliman answered as he nodded towards TalOS, “Just as our brother TalOS changed his sons to the Proelitor; Titles will change with the new roles they are given.” To those words Rogal thought to himself for a few seconds. When he found the answer he answered it straight, “Just as my sons were, I am the Fist of our Father. I appear to be in the minority and I expect it to stay that way now.” “No shame in it.” TalOS told his brother as he moved to get closer to the other two, “It is simply that you were blessed by convenience.” “If that is how you describe it, then it would be true.” Dorn answered simply. >Talk about the coming wars they are to face>Trade stories about their homes>Discuss interests and hobbies, mainly to find what Guilliman enjoys. >Look around the Archives>Have a drink and talk shit.
>>5551482>Look around the Archives
>Look around the ArchivesThe search for knowledge is endless
>>5551482By Archives I mean the paintings.
>>5551482>Discuss interests and hobbies, mainly to find what Guilliman enjoys.
>>5551482>Look around the ArchivesEveryone here appreciates good historical pieces
>>5551482>Trade stories about their homes>Discuss interests and hobbies, mainly to find what Guilliman enjoys.>Look around the ArchivesThe most competent Brothers all in a room together
>>5551482>>Talk about the coming wars they are to faceWhat can i say, this is more interesting than what does a primarch do with their free time
>>5551482>Discuss interests and hobbies, mainly to find what Guilliman enjoys.>(Other) ideas that might be cool: >Did Guilliman bring his Strategios Simulator? After the War Council, we could simulate the upcoming Wars. Find out what the best likely courses of actions for our respective armies including how Dorn is like on the offense. Plus also give a chance to peer into each others strategies and tactics, offer advice>Do a little back and forth with Roboute on government, maybe convince each other to actually make that damned book on government we keep telling ourselves we'll do 'later'We never got around to finishing the GOT (Governing of Territory) sequel to the FAG did we?Anyway, Russ does Duels, Sanguineous does Art, and Roboute loves Simulators. Would be fun to see how our strategic genius compares to his imo
>>5551482>>Talk about the coming wars they are to face
>>5552040>+1I wanna see how good a tactician Roboute really is compared to Tal0S
>>5551688The least EXTRA brothers.That's saying something considering we turned ourselves into a pseudo C'tan.
I feel like Dorn, Roboute, and TalOS are the "Big Three" among the Primarchs.Our whole shtick is empire building, not simply conquering or destroying. We're brick and mortar, rather than just hammers.Pictured "A million is a statistic" TalOS"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself" Roboute, on his chair"We will never Surrender" Dorn
The Paintings!>>5551538>>5551679>>5551603Discuss Hobbies>>5551642>>5551688>>5551796>>5552040>>5552258The war to come>>5551825>>5552183Counted
Someone mind reminding me what FAG Stood for?
>>5552460I think it was Forge Administration Guideline
>>5552463Just got confirmationhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5098704/#p5103429https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5098704/#p5105497And the GOT section would be Governing Ordinary Territoryhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5098704/#p5154246
>>5552465GOT will come later since ironically a certain Primarch would like to help in its creation.
>>5552466Well, Bob did set up the Administratum, so I can see why he would have interest in that.
>>5552468You are actually wrong. Corvus Corax.
>>5552469It's going to be full of poetry isn't it?
TalOS felt a small spark coming across the eyes of Guilliman as he decided to take over their communications, “TalOS, I have read the Forge Administration Guideline that you gave out to your Priests, it is an interesting piece of literature.” Of the words to be spoke this was one of the items that TalOS was not expecting, “You read my work?” The words that escaped his mouth was something that showed his disbelief on the matter. “I had heard talks about it among the Priests of Mars when I noticed their odd behaviors.” The Primarch pointed out as he noticed he got something, “They were on a set schedule I noticed, but their schedule seemed almost perfectly mirrored across the force without issue. To add to that, your sons said at times that they were on their break and that they should only act on matters of peril.” There was no physical function that he experienced, such as the heating of the stomach or reddening of the cheeks. Such a thing was impossible unless TalOS allowed it to happen. It was in his mind where he was feeling what people called embarrassment. It was an unpleasant feeling. It was a human one though and TalOS did not see the need to excise it from his body. He simply needed to deal with it. “It is through my investigations that people need their breaks. There are multiple factors to it that are considered and gained by giving your people such permissions.” TalOS pointed out as he gave a small grin, “By relaxing and taking the moment to recover their minds and bodies gain more effectiveness. By giving their breaktime priority they are more likely to follow you for the fact that you care for their well being. Even the warriors need a break.” “You do not need to justify your thoughts TalOS, I read your book.” Guilliman pointed out with a small laugh in his heart, “It reminds me of what my Father did upon Macragge. Unlike my Father though, it is well thought out and the statistics you gave demonstrate that you’ve worked upon the subject for at least a few years.” TalOS could have allowed himself a sense of Pride take him. But he decided not to and had a question to ask, “Did you ask one of my sons for a copy, or did a Priest give it to you?” “I had one of my sons acquire it from one of your sons.” The Primarch admitted as he gave a small embarrassed chuckle, “It did not seem prudent to let others know I was reading your books until I told you myself.”
“Is there a reason you wanted to meet both of us here today?” Dorn asked as he brought himself back into the conversation with a powerful voice. “Yes there was, I wanted to talk to my seniors of the Crusade about their experiences. From what I have heard both of you had good records for making worlds compliant.” Guilliman admitted as his eyes went from one brother to the other and back again, “If there was something that I am missing from what I have heard from both of you, I would want to know it.” “Seeking out the facts.” Dorn said as he gave a small smile, “It is an honorable persuit and I will answer as many of your questions as you can ask.” “I say the same. From what I understand from our Father you are pursuing the building of your own realm similar to mind. As Rogal says, there is honor in that.” TalOS pointed out with a small bit of cheer before as he spoke his other half, “But I do not wish for this to be one sided. Without feedback how do we know we are understanding one another?” “That is… understandable.” Admitted Roboute as Dorn simply gave a nod to the words that TalOS spoke, “From the research I did I noticed that your Federation has an unusual quantity of peaceful integration. Only the Imperial Fists will rival you in that quantity.” TalOS did not need to think about it too hard to answer what it was, “That is mainly the use of the Mechanicum’s knowledge and techno sorcery in order to gain an advantage over the natives. When Old Night was upon humanity luxuries like rejuvenation treatments had been lost to the void. The Mechanicum can bring it back to the people, for a Price.” “A take and receive, I see.” Guilliman began to think. “Such tactics are hard to replicate.” Rogal Dorn announced first and foremost as he glanced at TalOS, “Is it not the government that you host also an additive.” TalOS looked at Dorn with a small sense of confusion as he replied, “You are correct. Such was the reason a great many colonies from during the days of the Federation attempted to break off. By not giving their vassals any leverage upon Terra those vassals felt they were ignored.” “You give them a piece of yourself when they agree to join you.” Rogal pointed out as he hit the nail on the head, “Such a thing is not what the Imperium can allow. For we have an Emperor, not a President.”
The Primarch of Ultramar nodded as he understood the words, “It is a good method for integration, that I learned from the numerous texts that I have read. But it is not good when one invades another.” “That is why the Emperor decided to make this an Imperium, not a Federation.” Rogal Dorn dictated as he pointed out one of the matters. “Such are the problems. People who you have taken over make horrible nobles.” TalOS gave a small chuckle as he thought about his situation, “All of it is measured on the temperment of what you want to make. When I must conquer, in the end the planet will be emptied of its original population to be distributed around the entire Federation.” “Is that needed?” Roboute asked with a small bit of skepticism. “It is needed because of what the Federation is. We need to exploit the land as soon as we can and the natives will always hate us for it.” TalOS looked towards Rogal, “The Imperial Fists have their own methods of Imperial Conquest. Leave a conquered land better than when you met them.” “The law that the Emperor set forth allows for such methods of integration.” Rogal informed Guilliman as he gave a small nod to TalOS, “We only bring to their lands benefits and growth. In time the iterators will bring the culture of the planet in line with the rest of the Imperium, in time for when our Father establishes the Tithe. The duty of the Imperial Fists is to show the people of all compliant worlds what it means to be apart of the Imperium.” “Both of these though require resources.” Guilliman noticed as he looked towards TalOS, “I have the understanding that the Federation is working on terraforming planets for the future. And that most of those rulers are the Noblemen who operate the Knights.” “To keep a people happy you must pay them in something.” Rogal was the one to say, “Showing them only complacency or the sword will not get you anywhere. When those people see a way out of the Imperium they will take it, because they do not see a reason to stay. Before I became an Imperial Fist, I made sure that the planets under my command knew they were always considered by improving their infrastructure. Now I do the same for the Imperium.” “What I give the Knights of Dutonis is something to guarantee that they will always be with Lucius. With each world given, each war machine built in our manufactoriums, is another bloodline sworn to serve the Machine God and his Fabricator General.” TalOS told his brother with a knowledge worth thousands of years worth of human history.
“Then Ultramar will require constant maintenance.” Was what Guilliman got from the words they were all sharing, “The question becomes how would I be able to extract resources from it. You get most of your resources from your vassals with trade deals, correct?” “Yes. While I have imposed taxes upon the non-military worlds of the Federation most of our benefits come from giving their Nobles resources they cannot find on their worlds. For every year we add to their lives, it is worth one thousand years worth of manpower given upon it.” TalOS explained for a sense of understanding, “You will have a lot to think about.” “I like both of your options.” Roboute told TalOS as he glanced towards Rogal, “Neither will be perfect for me though. It does give me a good baseline in order to develop from. A series of theories to test out.” “Have you looked at the methods of our brothers?” Rogal asked as he seemed curious about the fact. It had become obvious that Guilliman enjoyed a book and studying reports, and Dorn was someone who wished to get as many facts as he could about a topic. It was a hard question to answer for Guilliman for the man took ten seconds of thought to answer his brother. TalOS could feel the irritation from his brother as he likely realized how long he took to answer that question. “They do not do what the two of you do.” Was the answer Guilliman gave them, “From what I read all of our other brothers are complacent with simply using iterators to expand their reach. For what I am to build I cannot rely upon the workings of the Imperium. I need something I can bring to these worlds.” >Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim>Belief in a stronger cause is always a good one to grow. >Invest them from a position of competitive advantage. >Other
>>5552555>Belief in a stronger cause is always a good one to grow.It's what kept the knights and priests in line
>>5552555>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim
>Invest them from a position of competitive advantage. they cannot deny the stronger.And the stronger an organization is, the larger and faster it can snowball.
>>5552555>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim>where there is unity there is always victory.
>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim.to tie Macragge to the idea of Home with the ultimate goal of creating a group of humans that while divergent from the Monoculture due to circumstance still could identify as Macraggian.
>>5552555>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aimGive them a common goal language and unity because that will bring true prosperity
>>5552555>>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim
>>5552555>Belief in a stronger cause is always a good one to grow.Dream of Ultramar
>>5552555>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aim. The answer is obvious, abuse the tribalistic human instinct. It's scientifically proven that we humans have more empathy for people who live like us, talk like us, and believe the same things. The ability to expand a culture, an identity across many different worlds would create an irrational reason for them to stick together.
>>5552555>Export the culture of macraggeWe work because we have the technological edge over the nobles and the idological joining of priest and knight.but our underlying foundation is that the federation is the cultural identity.
>>5552549>To add to that, your sons said at times that they were on their break and that they should only act on matters of peril.”Just like my doctors at the ER, leaving the poor intern to deal with twenty patients at four AM
>>5552555>>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aimNice trips. By using the culture you can claim it's Us versus Them, a tried and tested method
>>5552555>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aimCulture can unify a state, keeping it alive as a nation even when all seems bleak and the state is bled. With a united culture, ultramar will be able to survive periods of weakness and decay long enough to rebound >Captcha: 420ytt Blaze it
>>5552555>Exporting the Culture of Macragge could be the aimThe canon option, and what worked well for him
So I'll be honest my fellows, my drive has been sucked out from me ever since New Years and its getting harder and harder to write this. The part I planned to not take too long, AE between origin and heresy, has gone on for way too long. So with that in mind I've got a few thoughts in mind. The following is me just spitballing: >Someone pick this up to keep it at the same rate.>We go breakneck speed, basically highlights of this period up to the heresy.>I take a month to write something short and different. In my opinion I want to continue this but it cannot resume like this. Unless you all have any issues I plan to go for break neck and start cutting off large pieces of fat here and there. My plan is that it will read closer to a HH Book where we hit defining events for TalOS up till the heresy. This meeting for example, between him, Guilliman, and Dorn is one of those events. Its established the three way agreement in thoughts. Since I got a good feel of everyone and Magnus, I think it would be good to chance you guys go Perty. Especially since I have fun ideas for him.
>>5553641>I take a month to write something short and different.
>>5553641How would you feel about someone making a side quest that takes place parallel but within the setting? Your quest is very inspiring, I was actually wanting to read it to its completion before doing that sort of thing.
>>5553671A side quest is not a good idea since it does not finish this one. I want this one to finish, thats why I am looking at the break neck speed. Honestly after I'm finished you fellows can fill in the blanks yourselves just like any other Primarch Novel.
>>5553674That's what I meant. Waiting until it was over rather than during a break. Was just gauging how you would feel about that.
>>5553678Fanfiction is fine, as long as no one expects me to respect any lore that the fanfiction creates. Being done with this is will make that easy.
>>5553641>>We go breakneck speed, basically highlights of this period up to the heresy.fuck this boring ass part let's get the GOOD SHIT going.While it would be nice to have a sitcom with our OC DONUT STEAL PRIMARCH and the others, the quest is not about that!!!
>>5553686Not that the quest is boring, for it is entertaining. But the prospect of QM not burning out and going to HH?
Such a question was a good one, which helped to explain what it was Guilliman wanted from this conversation. Roboute was given the task of trying to start his own Empire with a framework that was likely going to be closer to the Imperial Model then the Mechanicum one. He does not have the items that TalOS had, nor did have the inherent religious purpose that allowed the Primarch to attain his force of Knights. With such a thing though TalOS did have his solution, “The best way for them to unify under you might just be to make them your people. Make them the people of Ultramar.” “Assimilation? How far should I go?” Guilliman questioned as he sought further council and ideas. “It would need to be concentrated and powerful to uproot whatever was there before. IT will need to be enticing as well as a unifier.” TalOS told his brother as he knew the second issue, “It will be hard to exact it on a conquered people, but it can be done. You need to make them want it.” “I will need to invest into them heavily then. A simple fortress will not be enough to get them to turn their tide.” Guilliman answered as he gave a surefire nod of understanding, “I was thinking the same, I just did not know if there was any other options.” “There are options but I would think that's the best one for you.” TalOS pointed out as he gave a hearty laugh, “You don’t have the direct blessings of a God upon your side, so I think thats the best thing for you.” The Son of Ultramar gave a barked laugh as he heard that, “We will see, I believe my people will be able to surprise me.” TalOS could taste the respect upon his soul when Guilliman said those words. It was a powerful respect of a man who was looking for a fellow who could closely be called a friend. Such a thing was nice to TalOS, especially because Guilliman was constantly fighting the urges of being so close to a Pariah. “TalOS.” Rogal Dorn finally called out as he focused squarely upon his brother, “It is time, we have a war to wage.” TalOS gained a smile as he felt out his muscles, excitement bringing adrenaline as the ever present connection of Particep Semper knew what was to happen, “Indeed, let it be a good war.”
The first to arrive in what was classified as system 107-302 was the first eyes the Imperium and Mechanicum had within the region. This was the moment that the Orks were confirmed to be within the Region for TalOS and his brother to both see from a Vid recording. TalOS decided to leave the Ork extermination to those who had become near perfect professionals at it. Dorn quickly started the organization and the distribution of forces along while TalOS helped facilitate the conversations between him and the Mechanicum adepts. The force that TalOS brought was not the greatest number, for this mission did not need a full two legions to work upon it. What helped TalOS not give to many was the fact that his old predecessor, Lucius the Elder, was within the fleet with what was the largest auxiliary ever to have been given. It was a good moment for TalOS to reunite with the old Fabricator General. The man was taking his new position well and had little issue with what TalOS was doing in the Federation. Such words were like music to the ears of TalOS, who in truth still saw himself as living to the legacy of the man. The tactics that the Imperial Fists used were what was expected. Upon a barren world massive fortifications were built in an attempt to dare the Ork to war. When it came to Orks daring them to go into war was so easy a child could do it. It was only because TalOS trusted the Imperial Fists and their fortifications that he went along with it, for any mortal general worth their salt would have considered such a thing suicide. Powerful void shields that could only be built upon the surface of planets easily destroyed the incoming Ork rocks that would have impacted the structure, causing the horde to throw themselves at the planet instead. Upon the planet was Rogal Dorn, organizing the defense with the assistance of Lucius the Elder as his communications operator. There was however no need to have two Primarchs upon the same region, no matter how much TalOS wanted to help his brother more directly. The two of them agreed that they needed to sever the network of resources to keep the Orks from reinforcing themselves. When it came to taking armed forced from the Federation, TalOS had take one primary thing instead of his full Legion. When dealing with Orks it was the perfect weapon to use against them, for as TalOS’s Blackstone Fortress entered the first of the Ork controlled worlds the slaughter began.
When one was upon a Titan as grand as Particep Semper there was barely another feeling worse than the moment of disconnection. Being one with the Titan was something that made the Primarch feel like he was invincible. To be the God upon the battlefield was something none of his brothers will ever understand themselves. The world below them was scarred but still livable. The scouts had informed TalOS that the planet was home to a series of human slaves which meant they could not outright blow the planet apart with the Blackstone Fortress’s guns. That, and that the Imperium did not look kindly to Exterminatus because they could not recover their worlds as easily as the Mechanicum could. As for the reason TalOS was still shaking off the effects of the Throne Mechanicum and not helping in the sweeping of the lands beneath him was those that came into the system after TalOS arrived. When the bogies arrived TalOS was interested but held them off for the battle was yet to be won. Such situations had changed, and since they were using Vox communication it was reasonable to see them as humans too. +UZ1.+ TalOS called out to his companion with a faint smile, +Tell the new arrivals that I will welcome them.+ +I will do so.+ She answered with a bow and walked out of the room. TalOS felt his sons tense as they all prepared themselves for what was first contact with a new civilization. While scans showed the enemy did not have anything that could outright kill TalOS, thanks to the numerous modifications he had, they were shown to be proficient with human technology. The one to enter TalOS’s room was not one of the scouts but a diplomat. Such was that while TalOS was spending roughly a week blitzing the planet below these fellows had gathered a small fleet in the region of the Blackstone Fortress.The man who was before TalOS had a series of augmentations that would have been considered tame by Mechanicum standards. There was no major skull restructuring nor was there any large organs replaced. One eye was replaced it seemed, along with a series of small devices that were going down to his neck. Looking upon him TalOS knew there was at least one piece of technology that has yet to be known to the Mechanicum. Such thoughts was enough to make TalOS salivate at the aspect of lost knowledge.
Things seemed somewhat normal to the man walking towards TalOS, until he was caught into the Pariah field that TalOS was releasing into the room. His eyes shot up in horror upon TalOS as he took a single step back. TalOS was suppressing it, which was the reason the man did not feel his presence while outside the room. The Blackstone Fortress also helped in this, keeping making any who felt TalOS feel him at only human levels of Pariah. The issue there was that even mortal pariahs are lynched because the people fear them. “F-Fabricator General TalOS.” The man gave a quick bow as he tried his damnest to keep back the fear within his voice, “It is… my honor to stand before you on behalf of t-the Araneus Continuity.” As he raised his head to face TalOS again his fear was refreshed with a vengeance. TalOS felt pity for the man but those reserves of pity were small. After all, TalOS warned his fellow not to do this. However it was human reason to not allow such a suspicious thing to go by challenge. “I am honored to be before you here today as well. Your history is quite the fascinating one. To unite under the Engineers of your people and fight an ever present battle against the Orks, I can see parallels to you and the Priests of Mars.” TalOS told the man while trying to keep the terror to a minimum, “If you feel uncomfortable, we can resume this over Vox.” “No, I will not do that!” The man barked as the man tried to refocus his vision upon TalOS. It was obvious that he was fighting a losing battle in this instance, “We the Araneus Continuity have take in your deal into consideration and find that we-!” TalOS’s shook his head while being tempted to rub his eyes. The man’s fear of the news he wanted to give to TalOS would normally be a normal counter offer but his fear was so great that he could not give it. They wanted to ally with the Imperium instead of becoming a subject of it. This, to TalOS’s understanding, was unacceptable. How TalOS knew this, well he already took the Machine Spirit of their flagship the moment it came into system. He knew everything that they were doing, and was able to disable the entire craft with a thought. As for the counter offer it would be unacceptable to the Imperium. These people would be non-compliant and making them into an ally would mean their technology would not be within the hands of the Mechanicum. That was unacceptable.They were a Technocracy, and one which had many machines the Mechanicum had. Because of this fact TalOS knew they would not become vassals through means of giving their nobility benefits in exchange for that tech. They will not accept vassalage, at least to TalOS. >Let Dorn take a crack at it, maybe he can get something from this>Declare war upon them, might as well be forthright. >Have them leave, for they will be swept up once TalOS rendezvous with Dorn.
>>5553680Nothing wrong with a little fanfiction based on your own fanfiction.It's the gift that keeps on giving.40k canon is pretty loose in the first place anyway.
>>5553711>Let Dorn take a crack at it, maybe he can get something from this
>>5553714Honestly I see it as an Honor, the issue though is I cannot handle this being treated like Touhou
>>5553718Not familiar with Touhou. What aspects of it do you not like.If I were to run anything, it'd be a praetor/reichsmarshal quest where you manage one of the 2nd legions chapters during the great crusade.
>>5553711>We go breakneck speed, basically highlights of this period up to the heresyLets just make decisions on a broad scale>Let Dorn take a crack at it, maybe he can get something from thisWar is inevitable but i would like dorn to get some xp
>>5553641>>I take a month to write something short and different.Inspiration, motivation, and energy levels are very important. Given you've updated consistently every day for more than a year, you do deserve a creative break to have some fun.
>>5553711>>Declare war upon them, might as well be forthright.War is more diplomacy!!
>>5553641I think it's best to take a month off. I feel that rushing at breakneck speeds will exacerbate the burnout plus taking a break from this quest is probably pretty good for you anyways
>>5553711>Declare war upon them, might as well be forthright.>Do it in the Federal Style, by our power vested in us as President of the FederationI'm going to guess that this is counter officer is a response to the Imperium's ultimatum. The Imperium would have sent its iterators, they would have had with them the full numbers of the fleets troops and planets of the Imperium, the strength of the legions, and the promises that as vassals they would retain their status within society in exchange for tithes and technological access.They have denied these things, either in ignorance or pride. There is no sense in sending another.Send the ambassador home in safety to deliver an official declaration of war on behalf of the Federation, just as it was in the days of olde. The Imperium can send its own declaration as well, if it so wishes.
>>5553711>Have them leave, for they will be swept up once TalOS rendezvous with Dorn
>>5553711>Let Dorn take a crack at it, maybe he can get something from thisLet’s see how Dorn will approach this situation, if he were to fail, we will be right beside him
>>5553711>Let Dorn take a crack at it>>5553641>Breakneck speed.
>>5553641>We go breakneck speed, basically highlights of this period up to the heresy.Starting another qst will just drain your enthusiam of both.Even if it's only an one shot>>5553711>Let Dorn take a crack at it, maybe he can get something from this
>>5553718Now you made me remember the the Touhou quest that ran here some time ago. I miss it.
>>5553641>I take a month to write something short and different.There is no need to rush, and rushing will just make you wish you hadn't rushed.
>>5553734The creator stated that 80% of the lore is fan made, which makes sense since most characters have at most 10 lines in game.
>>5554211I think I dislike ZUN just because I am being a contrarian, but even by bending my brain tenfold I can't imagine him deserving what he has. Awful drawings (But great designs, I'll give him that) lackluster story, all female cast minus two or three old swordmasters, an iron-like refusal to hire people to draw for him... the music is great tho.I wonder if besides the characters, the thing that made him popular is that he managed to keep a healthy fanbase engaged. Maybe indeed his efforts weren't towards making good games but encouraging the fans to make stuff (and use it afterwards). Think about it, he shamelessly takes ideas from fans, puts in in the game and then everyone is pleased because "holy shit that's a nod to that fan-story" Maybe I am completely wrong and he never did that.
>>5553641Godspeed. Or in this case, Omnissiahspeed.
>>5553641>I take a month to write something short and different
>>5553641> take a holidayOr> breakneck speed This is the best quest since Shadow quest or Hive Queen quest.
>>5553711>>5553711>Declare war upon them, might as well be forthright."He knew everything that they were doing, and was able to disable the entire craft with a thought."Beep boop beep, your ships asleep.
Dorn it>>5553717>>5553736>>5553927>>5554479>>5554169>>5554189Declare War>>5553787>>5553858>>5554785Leave for now>>5553889
TalOS looked upon the man closely as he tried helplessly to get the words he was looking for out of his mouth. It was like a parrot who was foolishly trying to mimic the voice of man with its lips instead of its voice box. How a man, who was surely a shrewd diplomat, be sent into this state was something that TalOS did not fully understand. So TalOS decided to answer for him, “If this is not an acceptance of Compliance with the Imperium, I will send you on your way.” “W-why? We wish to have r-relationships with the Imperium still!” The man balked trying to figure out the situation. “I am not the Imperium however, I am a Fabricator General of the Mechanicum.” TalOS pointed out as he focused his vision upon the man before his eyes with calm certainty, “Any modifications to the standard agreement cannot be made by me but my brother Rogal Dorn. He is the highest ranking Imperium representative that you will want to speak to.” “I… I will t-tell the senate!” The man announced as he quite literally ran out of the chamber without any sense to his person. +That went about as well as I estimated it would.+ UZ1 said as she came through the door that the fellow exited out of in a total panic. As the door closed behind her he could see a series of guards who brought the man in trying to figure out what was happening. There was a moment they looked to be trying to get to TalOS, but when a Dreadnaught began to move towards them they picked the wise option and fled. TalOS shook his head at the matter, +This is a matter of the Imperium, not of the Federation or the Mechanicum. They will be these people’s judges.+ +What will he say about you? You are quite terrifying even to me.+ UZ1 pointed out as she gave TalOS a cheery smile, +I wonder if this moment of intimidation will be enough for them to realize there are bigger fish out there.+ TalOS could not help but give a small chuckle at that, +Maybe, maybe they will welcome Rogal to their Senate to see if he is worthy. If that happens please record it for me, I would like to see Rogal and his diplomacy.+ +I will.+ Answered UZ1 with a small nod, +Back to the war?+ +Yes, back to what I was made for.+ TalOS answered as he began the preparations for the coming Warp Transit.
The idea was a simple one for TalOS to achieve, cut off whatever reinforcements the Orks can gain, then join back with Rogal when the time slaughter was to start. From the reports that TalOS was getting from the new Fortress World of Le’or, Dorn’s ability to hold back the enemy left few things to be desired. With that the same could be said for TalOS. Every two days a new planet of Orks were exterminated and their atmosphere cleansed of the Ork Fungus that allowed so many of their kind to grow. The easiest thing about dealing with Orks was being able to break their lines and obliterate their higher life forms. Orks, when fully grown, will always go for the fight no matter where the fight is which made it extremely easy for TalOS to wipe them out. One simply need to introduce a place for them to concentrate, such as a Drop Fortress, and the next day the Blackstone Fortress arrives to enable the wholesale slaughter of their kind. Those battles were glorious at all parts. TalOS did not know it until he began relentless amounts of fights with the Knights of Dutonis, but the satisfaction of fulfilling their vows and eliminating an ancient enemy was somehow fixed into the Motive Force itself. With every success they achieved the greater and more powerful the Knights of Dutonis were. Particep Semper was far too powerful to be swayed by such things but TalOS enjoyed them. It was something that he was learning about the Universe which seemed to suggest that the Motive Force was also afflicted by emotions. That, or that these machines became like this because that is what the Motive Force, through the Machine God, had turned them into. So many Questions with so little time. The latest numbers came and it was determined that the flow of Orks had been reduced by eighty percent. There were plenty of other worlds to take from the Greenskins but there was no really a need to take it from them. TalOS’s objective was finished as it was now easy for TalOS to finish the pincer.
Rogal Dorn heard the clashing of cannons and the numerous explosions coming from all around him. The rattling of cannons and the singing of plasma being flung through the air as the nearby ramparts unloaded round after round upon the Orks who were throwing themselves at him in droves. From above he heard the constant smacking of artillery fire. One after another with little reason among each of the shots except that they had been fired. The Void Shields that surrounded the Fortress held against these attacks and showed no sign of being defeated. He listened closely and calmly now, his mind focusing on a single Heavy Bolter which was firing into a flush of incoming Orks. Fifty, thirty eight, twenty three, fifteen, seven, one. On que when the final bolt was fired another Heavy Bolter announced its presence to the Orks that were still foolishly trying to make their way over. At that exchange he heard a blast which cooked everything before the beam, but he knew it was not meant for the enemy. No Orks were able to get close enough to be within range of a Melta. No, it was the cleaning detail making sure that the Ork Bodies did not grow so high that it would become makeshift cover for those that were still charging his position. The Melta and Plasma Rogal notes were being used by the Proelitors of TalOS, while his own sons manned the Bolter emplacements that were across the walls. They were fighting in sync, perfectly matching each other's actions as they welcomed the incoming foe. This event had happened two thousand eight hundred and thirty five times, which if applied to the last time that he compared the bullet count to a clock it meant the time was two thirty eight. “Lucius, keep us on tempo. My brother arrives in two minutes.” Rogal said as he reached over and grabbed the broad chainsword that said Priest made for him, “I will be heading out to the front.” “Do you want a vehicle and Knight escort to supplement your Housecarls?” The old Priest asked as he looked up from his data tablets. Dorn turned to look at the battlemap for a moment’s study. His eyes looking at the battlefield that he was walking into, “I will accept two Knights, the rest are to flank with the Leman Russ Battalion.” “It will be done.” The Priest said as he tapped a few more controls.
Dorn made his way through the chambers and up a staircase, his eyes looking at the walls that still stood strong after so many attacks made upon them. The wonders rockcrete can do to buildings that even forms of heavy artillery find it hard to piece its shell. The only evidence that the building had taken so much punishment was the few cracks that were all about the walls. These cracks were within acceptable standards the Primarch determined. Within a minute of leaving the tent the Primarch was upon the ramparts next to a bolter nest. A single eye looked through a crack to see the Hordes of Greenskin which were charging towards them. He took another moment’s thoughts thinking about the munitions stores, and then calculated how much more time he had. “Halt all fire! Let them come.” Ordered the Primarch as he began counting seconds, “Prepare for direct assault.” Upon his words every Imperial Fist reached to their belts and took out chainswords. Those who did not have a sword on their person quickly went to the towers to equip themselves with the murderous arms. “WAAAAAGH!” Shouted the Orks as they finally stopped being pushed back. From the rear Dorn could see the squigisaur starting to creep up, the creature’s massive form starting to go into a run since it was no longer under constant fire. “Mount!” Declared Rogal to his sons, the Primarch securing his helm and standing above the walls to get a full view of the horde. “Ready!” He announced as he secured his footing and looked down upon the Orks who were now clamoring at the bottom of the wall. Their axes trying their damndest to read the Primarch as bullets went to all sides of his person. It was then that he felt it. A flux in the warp that seemed to ripple through the system with ease. He made a final check of his plans, realizing that by the time TalOS arrived upon the planet these Orks will be routed into the predetermined killing field that they agreed upon. It was a perfect plan that he could only accomplish with TalOS, for which he was thankful. “CHARGE!” Shouted Dorn as he stepped off the walls to soon be engulfed by the dazzed and confused Orks. As his Chainsword cut through the first layer of Orks he had the welcomed sight of a Knight coming in and slamming its fist against the Squisaur that was approaching him. Thus the extermination started in earnest. >Continue some periodic wars with Dorn. >Fight with some other brothers. >Hold off for a LONG while, focus on the Federation.
>>5554910>Fight with some other brothers.
>>5554910 From what I understand, the plan now is to resume our journey until something interesting happens. With that in mind, I would say that our plan should be for closer relations with the majority of our brothers. It would be nice to have an emphasis on the other "lost" brother but I don't want QM to lose interest in writing. >Fight with some other brothers.
>>5554910>>Continue some periodic wars with Dorn.I would rather make one friend than have many acquaintances
>>5554910>>Fight with some other brothers.In particular, Robby G
>>5554910>Hold off for a LONG while, focus on the Federation.
>>5554910>Fight with some other brothersIt would be good to advertise mechanicum weaponry working in conjunction with the astartes
>>5554948The other lost primarch is the 2nd to last to be revealed, just before Alpharius "revelation"
Whats left on the Federation to do list?
>>5555248There's a great many ideas or concepts yet to be touched upon, though I think QM seems to prefer to take the game away from a civ style narrative and more towards TalOS as a character style narrative. I'm also under the impression QM enjoys having a bit more of a tighter hold on his vision of the Federation rather than the sort of civquest style building it culturally from the ground up. Especially since he wants to speed things along to get to the HH.My main hope is that we can at least call upon a vast array of military might for the HH. We might not necessarily need to split up the prep work for it into actions.I remember a long time ago talking about finding the baneblade STC and making an adventure of it, but it ended up just being released as a simple line in an update.Otherwise I can recall a lot of ideas and concepts from many threads ago, and many things that exist in 30k Mechanicum but aren't explicitly mentioned as existing now. But I guess as players we can sort of just pretend they are there.
>Fight with some other brothers. Magnus, Fugrim or Ferrus.
>>5555234 Nano are we the lost or the purged, In the original timeline?
>>5554910>Fight with RussRuss and Dorn are my two contenders for allies.
>>5555636I am awares that often the phrase "forgotten and the purged" is used, but there isn't much indicating to me that means specifically one was 'forgotten' and the other 'purged' as per say a figurative way to describe both of them. If there indication of a significance I'd like to hear of it.From the research available on the wiki, regarding the canon two brothers:-Whatever happened seemed to happen at the same time. The gathering of nine sons at Ullanor was regarded as significant by by Magnus, as such a thing has not happened since (the two got purged)-It obviously would have happened prior to the Heresy, there's many quotes describing it as thus and obviously they played no part in it-**Corvus Corax will be discovered before the 11th Primarch. However, by the time the Emperor himself lands and unites with Corvus Corax on Lycaeus/Deliverance, the purge would have taken place. "seventeen brothers? How can that be, if I am number nineteen?" So likely the news of Corax discovery will occur just as the Emperor is bringing his hammer down-Despite a lot of posturing by the Wolves, the Emperor himself lead the affair that would purge them both, though the wolves are likely to have taken partOf course, QM is likely going to just go with whatever direction he has planned as the most interesting so take any of this with a grain of salt. For example, the 2nd is described as "normally quiet and contemplative". Can we truly say that about TalOS? I'm unsure. It would have been fun to think that this is still true in the sense that TalOS prefers to speak in binaric or perhaps by ignoring Fulgrim that's what he thinks of us. But I think TalOS is a bit more jovial than that descriptor would imply, at least with the brothers he likes.We never did end up exploring the Ygma monolith, which I wish we had.
>>5555260If we do every little thing I will lost my mind, so sadly this goes. We got the major things done anyways
>>5555688 Thank you very much for the information, I asked because I thought the other lost brother was found already dead. Hence the title of forgotten, but it was clear that they were all found alive.>5555749 Well, even if Tal0S did not personally explore the site, it would not be difficult to imagine that the exploratory expedition came across the monolith. It would even be interesting to meet one of the tecmarines who would have studied this monument, as he shares observations of it with Tal0S.
I think it's good for QM to focus on TalOS story and the parts he enjoys. Then others anons can expand upon the war campaign or other quests involving the 2nd legion. Fleshing out the Primarch himself while the exploits of the legion and "filling in the blanks" can be done by others. Like how it is with the real Horus Heresy.
>>5555777good trips, they are preceeded by quads even.I wonder who got >>5555555
>>5554910>Continue some periodic wars with Dorn.
Other Brothers>>5554912>>5554936>>5554948>>5554972>>5555174>>5555659Dorn it>>5554959>>5555899
The slaughter that was committed was something that only two superhuman geniuses would have been able to perform in such a perfect manner. The Orks whose powers were robbed of them by the Blackstone Fortress quickly found themselves charged upon by the brutal onslaught of the Imperial Fists. The force that allowed the Orks to become even stronger when the fighting was at its greatest found themselves robbed of that insane strength which characterized their kind. A route was easily forced upon them which the Orks found to be even worse than the fighting. The newly introduced Land’s Raider allowed the Astarted to quickly be picked up and thrown to other sides of the field. Knights and their steed were able to ride out the sides of the fleeing enemy with a brutal culling at every chance they could have. Such a start of terror and misery was orchestrated and perfected because it was a means to an end. Terror was not inflicted upon the Orks because the Imperial Fists, the Proelitor, or the Knights enjoyed this state of affairs. No, the reason this was done to them was because these creatures were being shepard through the region to a large basion roughly ten miles out. This movement took time for they were charging their enemy on foot. But in that half day of travel and destroying any attempts by the Orks to regain themselves and fight, did they arrive at the basin. It was then that the rest of the Proelitor, Skitarii, and Titans fell on the other side of the valley. It was a killing ground where Ork blood ran profusely across the ground. Without the Blackstone Fortress this killing would have tapped into the warp. A perfect method of slaughter that would allow the Blood God a pre-emptive move to creating his empire of tyranny among those present. But he could do nothing, neither could the gods of the Orks, for their powers were nothing here. Instead those souls lost this day were given to the only beings who were not of the Warp. And they enjoyed it happily.
After the Slaughter of 302 the Imperium brought its attention to those of Araneus. As TalOS wished it, Rogal Dorn made his attempts to appeal to the people of this wealthy region of technological progress. It was here that many rumors were confirmed, the Warp Gates that the humans used to quickly travel about the Empire as well as the numerous pieces of automation that allowed their worlds so much technology. Both of these would have been great boons that would give the Imperium a step up upon the galactic stage. Rogal Dorn and TalOS DAV1S both knew this and tried to make the people of the Technocracy understand that it was in all of their interests if they simply surrendered. They were fools though, the Technocracy was. Insults flew that they had already seen the monstrous face of the Imperium and that they would not be cowed into submission by the other side of the same coin. Such rhetoric TalOS and Rogal agreed was not levied at them, but were vain attempts to rally the people of their empire to protect them. It also did not excuse them for insulting a Fabricator General of Mars who did his best to make them understand the situation. Thus the Imperium declared War. The battles were won in short order and with minimal casualties. The advance nature of the humans worked against them because the Priests from both Mars and Lucius could play with their systems with ease. Entire ships were disabled not through the use of guns but the prayers and canticles that TalOS recited in the name of the Machine God. Rogal Dorn was the one who fought at the front. Such a thing was reasonable for the Imperium needed the people to see what Dorn was. The Truth that he was a righteous man who fought good fights and honestly did care about mankind underneath him. In the void though such deeds were rarely recorded, so it was TalOS’s domain to dominate to his will. Within a month Araneus fell. What ultimately caused their collapse was the inability of the government to fight off the encroaching rights of angry protestors who saw the Imperium and the Imperial Fists for what they were. The Technocracy tried to fight it, to make their people see their reason, but they always found that their broadcasts would show the wrong images or entire segments be aired which were created by the mind of a Primarch. It was a story where a people attacked by the Imperium found themselves loving their conquerors by the end. Such a thing was guaranteed when the Imperial Fists improved their cities beyond what their Technocracy gave. And thanks to these methods of subverting the population, the Mechanicum was able to receive a great amount of their technology intact.Even the Warp Gates, which the previous administration planned to have exploded thanks to their strategic significance, were stopped because of these actions.
The two Primarchs stood upon a rampart which glanced across the city that was below them. The place they found themselves, Araneus, was very close to a Hive World in terms of population and power. With the improvements the Imperial Fists administered upon the World TalOS knew that it will become a great and powerful Hive World that would be the center of this subsector. It was a beautiful sight for the two of them to see, a world barely touched by the ravages of war. Dorn was the one to break the silence, “Thank you for your assistance brother. While I did not agree with some of your methods at the time you have proven them in honor.” “Such things could not be done without the Imperial Fists being who they are. I know for a fact that many of my sons would not willingly house refugees in their fortresses when counter bombardment started.” TalOS pointed out as he gave a small laugh, “I only made such things known to the people we were fighting.” Dorn gave a small nod, “You are correct. I cannot guarantee that will always be the case, but there is no reason to risk the waste of human life.” TalOS took in a drink of his B33R, the chemical tang filling his senses with a good taste of joy. His brother had a glass in his own hand, only taking a few sips out of it when he truly wanted to. “Rogal, it was great to fight with you. I am saddened that I need to return to Lucius, as well as confirm the interests of the Mechanicum across the galaxy.” TalOS said as he pointed towards the stars, “I might have made myself active too soon, for many Priests are arguing that I should attend their Legions for further assistance. Some I think have some warrant.” “I do not mind.” Rogal struck back immediately as he took a sip of his drink, “When I need you I will alert you.” “I will try to answer when I can.” TalOS answered Dorn as he enjoyed the drink that was in his hands. “I have read the archives you’ve given me and talked to your people.” Dorn said as he changed the subject, “I understood that the Cult Mechanicus only worships the Machine God, but on numerous occasions your people have noted there being Evils Gods in relation to the race known as the Plastoids. What do they mean by that?” Rogal Dorn was no fool it seems. He not only reads, but seeks out the knowledge from other sources. >It was a misunderstanding, a fluke>Under vow, it cannot be said. Your war is here, leave that to Malcador and the Emperor>Tell him what TalOS knows.
>>5556223This question was planned for much later, however it comes now because we are going SPEED!!!
>>5556223>Under vow, it cannot be said. Your war is here, leave that to Malcador and the Emperor
>>5556223>Under vow, it cannot be said. Your war is here, leave that to Malcador and the EmperorJust tell him that there are warp parasites and to ask malcador and the emperor because we made a vow of silence
>>5556223>Under vow, it cannot be stated.He'll understand
>>5556223>>Under vow, it cannot be said. Your war is here, leave that to Malcador and the EmperorNo season to lie. But no reason to tell the truth
>>5556223>Under vow, it cannot be said. Your war is here, leave that to Malcador and the EmperorThis is a fucking statement and a half from the HH novels.
>>5556223>>Under vow, it cannot be said. Your war is here, leave that to Malcador and the EmperorDorn is the type who won't pry further
>>5556223>>Under vow, it cannot be said. Your war is here, leave that to Malcador and the Emperor
>>5556223>Under vow, it cannot be said. Your war is here, leave that to Malcador and the Emperor.
The Vow is Kept>>5556237>>5556243>>5556251>>5556253>>5556258>>5556265>>5556294>>5556351>>5556545>>5556568>>5556574>>5556642>>5556846Would you look at that!
>>5557298snitches get stitches. Or deleted from history
>>5557446as good a motivation as any, I guess.
“I am under a vow not to answer that question.” Were the words that TalOS told Rogal with a firmness in his word’s purpose, “Those matters are being handled by Malcador and the Emperor. You, as well as all of our brothers, should keep their focus on reality.” Rogal Dorn focused his eye upon TalOS. It was a stern thing that measured out what it was TalOS held against his brother. It was not a dangerous look but one which measured TalOS for every trait he held. Rogal Dorn finally nodded, “If that is what our Father and the Sigillite wills, then it shall be.” “Good.” TalOS told his brother as he breathed a full breath of air, “It is my hope that you keep looking at the universe as you do right now. If it is changed, then things have become truly dire.” Rogal Dorn seemed to think to himself in a ponderance, “When I have a chance I will have a conversation with Father. I believe I understand the situation, that this is knowledge which is poisonous to those who learn it. It is hard to believe, but it will be something that I shall keep from my mind.” TalOS could not help but feel a sudden respect for his brother. To think someone would say that was hard for the Primarch of the Mechanicum to fully grasp, “Then I leave you for now brother.” “It has been an honor serving next to you TalOS. I look forward to the next time we fight next to one another.” Rogal Dorn announced to TalOS with a firm aptitude of understanding. As he spoke those words the Primarch raised his hand to welcome a handshake from his brother. With needing to think TalOS accepted his brother’s hand and tensed his muscles. Red into burnt gold. The two respected one another with such a relationship being carved before they even knew each other.
TalOS left the system with the Blackstone Fortress as the Flagship. He left behind quite a few Astartes and Priests to examine the Warp Gates which allowed the Aranians to get around their civilization with such ease. There was a sadness there as TalOS left the system for Lucius among all Astartes present. TalOS knew for a fact that one of his sons, Vadar, had taken the chance to meet the Pretorian of the Imperial Fists. TalOS was present when they met, and he could taste the finality of their meet up within the air that they stood. It might have been the Warp playing tricks upon those present, but as TalOS gazed into the stars he felt himself studying their flow. As everything in the Galaxy was ordained by the Motive Force TalOS wondered if by using the Motive Force he could see the future. It will need to be something that TalOS should study closely. As of now when he gripped machines with the Motive Force he was able to reassemble many of them with ease. Even things that were destroyed with Chainswords were easily repaired by the graceful hand of TalOS. Upon his return to Lucius the Primarch continued his work from where it was left. So many planets needing to be built with his hands and knowledge for them all to serve their purpose to the Federation. Such things were second also to the fact that TalOS needed to arrange a series of authorizations to the new bureaucracy that was forming around himself and ADM1N. During such a time TalOS was also reflecting upon the war effort that he and Dorn had, noting that when they were chasing down the Orks with the Land Raiders. It was an odd moment for TalOS noticed a series of situations where the Astartes dismounted their transports in order to push back the Greenskin threat. So TalOS placed a marker in his thoughts about that. There will need to be some developments here that need to be made. As TalOS continued his work upon Lucius he received the word that another of his brothers had been discovered. He was Sanguinius, with reports from Priests and Astropaths saying that he was a perfect form of mankind sporting angelic wings. To say TalOS was curious was an understatement, and it seemed that Sanguineous accepted his invitation when it was sent.
The sounds of guns firing were what heralded the arrival of the Angel. TalOS looked out from his position upon the steps of his manufactorium to see the Primarch Sanguinious finishing his journey across the street. TalOS could hear the cheers and the laughter of the people as they saw him. Words were being hummed about how he was an Angel of the Machine God, a divine being. TalOS would question those words only because he knew that his brother was closer to the idea of a Demi-God than a true blooded servant. As Fabricator General TalOS stood tall and unflinching when he saw the mutation that his brother sported. They were the first thing the Genetor saw and by far they were the most beautiful thing that he had seen in a long while. Only the smiling face of UZ1 could rival his brother’s feathers. As he began to see more and more of his brother such a placing of his partner was harder and harder to maintain. Along with angelic white wings the Primarch sported long blond hair. According to the reports about his Legion, TalOS noted that his brother had a clean chin and powerful blue eyes that looked farther than they should have been able to see. Such an observation TalOS could taste in the Motive Force. The pain his brother felt with every step he made to approach TalOS. Such a feeling proved that this brother was in fact a psyker, the second of his kind yet to be discovered among the brotherhood of Divine Constructions. “Brother…” The Angel said as he began ascending the steps with pain creasing with each foot settling upon the ground, “I have heard much about you, but you far more than what I could have imagined.”“The same to yourself Brother. My apologies if my welcome could not be terribly warm today.” TalOS told his brother as he fashioned a smile upon his crafted face. Whatever pain that Sanguinius experienced seemed to ward away as he heard those words. It seemed that by hearing the words of TalOS he was able to place his new idea of TalOS against the monster that was TalOS’s soul. The two of them met where TalOS stood, the Dragon and Angel shaking hands to the cheering of the crowd. >Discuss what Sanguinius sees TalOS as, learn more about being a Pariah. >Have a conversation about some… things… the Proelitor have witnessed. >Keep things civil and without much issue>Other
>>5557502>Discuss what Sanguinius sees TalOS as, learn more about being a Pariah.
>>5557501Amazing, we captured them intact in this timeline.Ho boy I sure hope TERRORS BEYOND OUR COMPREHENSION don't start spilling out of these things thus requiring us to destroy them
>>5557502>Only the smiling face of UZ1 could rival his brother’s feathers.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW
>>5557502>>Other>>Discuss about the MACHINE
>>5557502>Other>If possible, learn about his Warpsight of the Future, and what he see's staring at a Pariah like usI've always been curious what Sangunineous and Curze would see looking at a Pariah. Is anything like Orikan staring at warp disturbances, a black hole of ambiguity or outright blocking of the future vision?We could see what the enemy looks at when trying to gaze at us.Be neat if we could reveal our own Chronomatic foresight, but we shouldn't.
Wonder if acknowledgement of the Four 's place in the galaxy give them some sort of special power over the lives of people who know this.Or if knowing simply pings them when they cross your mind thus making you a target of opportunity.
>>5557502>Discuss what Sanguinius sees TalOS as, learn more about being a Pariah.>Only the smiling face of UZ1 could rival his brother’s feathers.I'm so glad we decided to have a relationship... we still need to make children
>>5557556I feel like this was directly addressed in conversation with Malcador before, somewhat. I know the conversation happened, I'm just hoping to draw the right conclusions from it.I do believe that at least as a Pariah, separated from the warp, we ourselves could be exempt from such. That, and faith in the Machine God protects the soul. For if the Machine God does not guard the souls of men upon death into his eternal data vaults, all is for naught. I think TalOS would break if he didn't have a background of faith to have some assurance that UZ1, ADM1N, VADAR and everyone he's ever loved and known would simply be tortured by demons for eternity upon death. That's the sort of thing that broke Curze who has no faith to stand upon.
>>5557561I'm so very glad I'm not the only one who still wants to consider that possibility.
>>5557502>Discuss what Sanguinius sees TalOS as, learn more about being a Pariah.I want to ask to check out his geneseedGenetic mutation for angel wings is cool and clearly what the emperor intended
>>5557502>>Discuss what Sanguinius sees TalOS as, learn more about being a Pariah.But don't just talk about us, also what he expects to do in the future or what he is looking forward to!Sanguinius is the third in a short list of primarchs i feel TaL0S could trust with the secret of Chaos when the HH happens, the other two being Guilliman and Dorn (obviously).Any other opinions?
>>5557916Roboute and Dorn buy heavily into the Imperial Truth and it took the actual revelation of Chaos to convince them otherwise.But I don't want us to break our word with the Emperor and Uncle.
>>5557943Thats why i mentioned the HH, when it is underway and can not be stopped anymore, revealing the truth to them would give them the background information the will be expecting anyway. How they interpret it is something else entirely, but the basic knowledge would be something TaL0S might want them to know to better protect themselves from the temptations that one would expect.
>>5557561>>5557567I wonder, to primarchs even have... you know what? I know marines meditate and do combat drugs that quench their reproductive instincs, but what about the demi gods themselves? Can they love
>>5557964Fulgrim said he did fall in love with some women, until he realized that with billions of lives at stake, being in love could risk all of them through hesitation on his part, so he chose not to fall in love again.It might also have been that he was immortal, and they weren't.But don't be silly, that's not at all what TalOS would do. It'd be just like UZI thought he would have been, "a cute pile of cells".
Pariah State>>5557507>>5557545>>5557574>>5557856>>5557900>>5557916?>>5557542Low Votes, but eh.
Just as many times before TalOS enjoyed the Corpse Starch that was before him. The room that he and Sanguinius found themselves in was the Workshop of his parents, his mother once again giving them the glorious meal she gave to each of his brothers. TalOS had to wonder for a moment what she thought about that. These brothers he had were not of her blood. But then again he was not truly of her blood either and instead that of the Emperor. TalOS looked over to see Sanguinius taking his own serving in a gingerly fashion. A careful consumption that displayed more caution that any real amount of manners showed TalOS. As for the reasoning for that TalOS suspected, for he knew the state his brother’s Legion is currently suffering from. Such information was hard to guard when many of the Tech Priests among their ranks had to occasionally use the Proelitors as bodyguards against those that suffered from a blood rage. When TalOS finished his current serving he decided to state something for another matter, “My Brother, my apologies if my presence is harmful to you. You are in a good deal of pain just being this close to me, I can feel it.” Sanguinius allowed a surprised look to be furnished upon his face to answer TalOS’s words, “How long did you know?” “From the moment you walked up to me.” TalOS told his brother as he extended a hand for a visual demonstration, “As you stand before me I gain a taste of your soul, and that taste tells me what you are currently thinking or experiencing. Such an ability was an unexpected boon to what I am now.” Sanguinius stopped eating now and placed his hands on his chin. He sat there in a deep study with his eyes examining every piece of what TalOS was now. The manner of scope was much more on the arcane reality than what was before. “The rumors are true, you’ve severed yourself from the Warp.” The Angel said as his wings twitched for a moment in the pain he felt from looking so deeply into TalOS. “It was my goal, and I succeeded in it.” TalOS answered his brother as he gave a hearty smile.
The Angel seemed to think long and hard as he studied his brother, “The gifts that I hold, you are impervious to. Even here it is hard for my eyes to really know that you are here before me.” “What do you see?” TalOS asked as he was very much curious in the matter. “A dark void which walks the stars. A void in which nothing can truly be seen.” The truthful words of Sanguinius were spoken when his eyes focused upon TalOS. “Hmm, the type of vision you see.” TalOS began to ask as he knew enough about psykers to take a guess, “Is it the emotions of a person, their fate, or maybe it is that you see the soul itself.” “Why do you ask?” The Angel asked the Dragon as he leaned forward, “What is it are you trying to learn?” “In the early years of my life there was a conglomerate of Xenos known as the Mitu Collective who were able to see into the future.” TalOS told his brother as he decided to indulge his brother in a small bit of knowledge, “They were able to see every movement that I committed myself to and all the schemes that I had planned. Only by gaining and using the Blackstone Fortress was I able to get an upper hand upon this witchcraft. I need to know if the Warp knows of my fate any more.” The Angel looked upon his brother with a sense of understanding to those words and measured them for himself. TalOS could tell his brother was wondering if he should answer the question. If there was a need to keep secrecy for what he could do. “As I had said, you are a void. You do not need to hold that worry any more.” Sangiunius told his brother in what TalOS felt was a slight sorrowful joy. Such a mix of emotions was impossible to quantify and TalOS could not make much sense of them as a Pariah or as a Primarch. It was truth though. TalOS had succeeded. “Thank you very much brother. I ask that whatever is spoken here is kept, for I know you wish the same.” Dragon suggested to the Angel while raising his mug of B33R. “I shall do so, brother.” Sanguinius answered as the two beverages clanked against one another.
Ultimately there was not much for the two Primarchs to speak to each other about. Sangiunius had so much he needed to finish for his Legion that time was scarce. As always TalOS gave his brother a gift, the gift being a large broadsword made with a series of crystals and secrets that TalOS learned from both the Mitu Collective and from Magnus. To put it simply, it was a blade that would use the Warp to power itself. A perfect weapon for someone like Sangiunius. While TalOS considered giving his brother a Power Sword the reality of the matter was that a Power Sword was a weapon that could be used against TalOS. This weapon, this Force Sword, was a weapon that could not injure TalOS but be a great weapon against the beings of the Warp. If his brother knew of their existence thanks to his foresight TalOS did not know. Looking upon the horizon at the stars as well as literature though, these things informed TalOS that his brother will do the right thing in the end and thus needed a great weapon for whatever fate was before him. Time went by and his work upon the Federation continued. The time had come for the construction of Forge Worlds within the Federation and the Priests of many worlds could not wait for their chance at the direct investment. Glory in his name did they all sing, with many Forges inheriting the name of TalOS due to his service to them. On the greater stage of the Mechanicum the deals had been struck on a great many worlds. Mechanicum outposts were now present upon many of the Hive Worlds which dotted the Imperium with little issue between them and the Tech Priests. How this would grow into the future TalOS did not know but he looked forward to it. There were two Primarchs within this time that were discovered. The first of the two was Mortarion who did not accept the invitation that TalOS sent over to him. From what TalOS heard the man was a stubborn one who simply wanted to get to war as soon as he could away from the affairs of the common man. It reminded him of Ferrus Manus somewhat but he digressed. The second…
TalOS was working late into the night today. As a Pariah TalOS gained his power from the stars and movements of the Galaxy as well as the souls of the dead. Because of this TalOS did not have an immediate need for sleep and many times found sleep to be something he should not do. After all, without being conscious he could not harvest the cosmos for what kept him alive. The Primarch stretched his arm and then immediately bent it at an odd angle. A series of hand signs were given which caused the small box that was before the Primarch to twitch. In rapid succession the symbols and positions of his hands changed with the item before him vibrating with extreme power. Suddenly the machine began to lift in a twist. Metal that was destroyed was mended as ambient radiation helped reform the atoms that were between all pieces of the metal. The wires were reinserted and the bullet damage that was cleanly through the item was repaired. As the now clearly recognizable Vox Caster was lowered to the ground TalOS could not help but feel a great amount of joy go through his being. He had succeeded to do the impossible and complete a repair using the Motive Force itself. As he rose from his position he began reading the messages that were sent during his meditation. One of them stood out beyond all the others for it was a message from the Astropaths of Terra. The message held within it the declaration of his newest brother, Perterabo, has been announced to be found by the Emperor of Mankind upon the planet of Olympia. When TalOS saw the next message was not the official herald of the Terra but the Priest attached to the fourth Legion TalOS did not think much of it. When he read the report he felt surprise, confusion, and anger swell within his heart as he looked upon the message. Decimation. The Magos wanted to report to TalOS that Perterabo had ordered upon his Legion Decimation for not not matching his standards before his arrival. The meaning of the message was obvious. The Magos who was in charge of the Proelitor could not stand by and watch that happen. He wanted to know what he should do to what was tantamount to a great sin and massacre of Astartes by their own kind. What TalOS knew was that he was not going to let this man step upon Lucius. >No comment, work as usual>We are heading to Terra>Sanction them, remove the Proelitor
>>5558518The glory of picking up the pace is we get to the juicy stuff very soon.
>>5558518>We are heading to TerraAsk the autist why he can't be like his brother Dorn
>>5558518>We are heading to Terra
>>5558518>>We are heading to Terra To finally go to mars and murderize the chaos engines
>>5558518>We are heading to TerraAt worst it keep perturabo from decimating our mom if he doesn't like fried corpse starchAt best we can teach him that decimation upon your own sons is incredibly inefficient and ineffectiveIdeally we can be friends with both Dorn and Perturabo and commission great works
>>5558518>We are heading to TerraDidn't remember the decimation honestly.
>>5558577That's the one thing worth mentioning that perturabo did
>We are heading to Terra"Sanction them, remove the Proelitor"So what are our sons upto? Captcha machine spirit: 04 RDMTWhat has the 4th legion been smoking??
We will take his sons from him. Prevent the pain and stupidity he will inflict upon himself and his sons.We need to teach him a positive worklife balance. I just realised that Tal0S cannot be commanded like a Primarch and forced to capture world after world ad infinitum like his brothers because he's Under the Mechanicus umbrella.
>>5558518>We are heading to TerraLet’s go see what our little brother Perte is doing
>>5558726I agree with everything other than taking IV legion away from Peturabo. A cultural nudge in the right direction is needed. We could at least pay Peturabo to build us nice Auditoriums and what not.Meta: should we weaken known traitor Primarchs, other than Magnus? (Or just let their flaws fester.) I am under the assumption we will always lose half the Primarchs to treachery, so strengthening Peturabo will bite us in the arse.
>>5558518>>We are heading to Terra
>>5558518>We are heading to TerraSanctioning without actual meeting him feels like it would just cause bad blood without convincing him to be less stupid. Blessed captcha for the day: KPWSW2I divine that the holy machine spirit says killing perturabo will start war 2. I think it means killing him would start a 2nd war between the imperium and mechanicum
>>5558761We could work out a deal with him. We help him with the compliance quota, we get to "maximize" logistics, he gets to live his dreams and build his mega art projects. His sons become less martial and thus less repulsive to him.Teach him to treat dorne less like a rival and more like a well functioning a automaton with the ability to socialise.Win win.
>>5558518>We are heading to Terra>Sanction them, remove the Proelitor
>>5558901>Support both.Killing your sons? Unthinkable
My two bits:The canon Perturabo is very much a glory and approval seeker, wanting praise and to know that he is respected, particularly from the Emperor who he saw as the ultimate form of approval. That, and the terror of the Eye of terror.TalOS while, respecting his creator, does not derive any need of approval from him beyond that of the creator and the created (i.e. serving his purpose). He is confident that whatever he is doing now is within that purpose, having had good open communication with both him and Malcador, as well as the fact that a Tool does not necessarily need praise to serve well (though praise is always welcome, as per the Hymns of Praise to the machine)TalOS has his faith to prop him up.Perturabo will be at odds with him unless TalOS does something that fundamentally changes his mind. Perturabo has a disdain for priests and religion, and of the Mechanicus, and was very open of this seeing them little more as the same type of Shamans he shamed on Olympia. TalOS is the head of such a church and that will be an impediment in our way.Perturabo will want all his brothers approval, or at least the sense that his brothers praise his hard work and efforts. This is in contrast to TalOS who frankly might not give two shits if others don't approve, even Russ or Dorn, because he is confident in his own efforts in the name of his God. And that he is also already successful anyway. Which is why Fulgrim does not bother him. I'm not sure how much TalOS can do offering his approval alone, as Magnus did the same, but Perty still ended up wanting more.Also I do think TalOS would be very much against decimation, and the temptation for sanction is real. In the very least TalOS might offer to ask him to give him the unwanted and undesirables. I think that would be very based if TalOS welcomed any and all rejected, because he is quite capable of improving even the lowliest to greatness thanks to the power of the Machine God and science.Basically we are going to be naturally set p for bad blood. So I'm curious to see if TalOS can be clever enough to avoid it.
>>5559059Not only unthinkable, inefficient and impracticable.An inefficiency is quite literally a sin in the eyes of the Machine God. It says so in the Holy Books and in the FAG.
>>5559064>>5558901>We are heading to Terra>Sanction them, remove the ProelitorGoing to add to my vote >At least try to convince Perturabo to give us sons he deems not good enoughTal0s is best adoptive dad
>>5559066he killed is sons, by making 9 of them beat the 10th to death.
>>5559064He's never going to hand over his sons, even the one's he's just had murdered.You've already noted that he won't like us, so I don't see the point of making the offer though naturally if he accepts it or brings up the idea I would give my full support in their adoption.
>>5559097Yeah I'm familiar with what decimation is>>5559100I think its the principle of the matter. Even if we know he won't say yes, it's something TalOS would probably do.In the Mechanicum, especially for a man of Lucius where we eat our Saints rather than make Servo-Skulls of them, nothing, not even the smallest bit is wasted.
>>5558518>We are heading to Terra>Sanction them, remove the Proelitor> "I would enjoy ONE CYCLE without having to come back and fix your shit guys" Also, I like to think that Talos truly considers his Astartes to be his Sons, if not, his Progeny and therefore I could see him being pissed at Perterabo for effectively filicide, The Adamantine Dragon dislikes the Iron Hammer for smashing eggs even if those eggs are its own. Hey, MQM does Talos still wear armour or is Nullhood and Nanobots enough to stop most things, I assume if he can eat the power off of far off Orbits then eating the spare energy off of a Bolter round or a Lasbolt doesn't seem like much in comparison. I'm also really enjoying how Techpriests are feeding us information, I bet we're constantly getting small updates about repairs and supply requests about other Legions. How are our Null children doing by the by now that their father is a Pariah, I don't think we quite got an update about that although my memory is shoddy, we should probably have a better title for them too, Kobolds? Dragonspawn? They are the Null Nobilite so maybe Dragonlords?
What were perturabo's sons like before they met him?A lot of legions changed a lot after meeting their primarch.
>>5559084>>5559100yeah I also think convincing him is impossible maybe we could have the proelitor try and convince the legion and their cousins that they have served with that maybe instead of beating every tenth brother to death he can just dessert and use some already dead brother from a battlefield and say they decimated him if not even that extend an invitation of leaving at some other point cause if I remember right the Iron warriors got tired of PeterTurbo pretty fast
>>5559179Unfortunately, there's indication that at least some of them may have been hard heads and asses even before meeting Pert.IIRC there was a battle where they chose the most difficult, most casualty inducing way to undertake something ostensibly just to show how tough they were, well before meeting Perturabo.Though Pert, especially near the end, did make things so much worse to the point that when the Iron Warriors were sent to kill their own Olympians many of them saw what they had become. Olympia was still poor and no better, and now they were slaughtering their own, and some of them resisted and were executed.It's probably a bit like how the War Hounds were known for being ferocious fighters before Angron, but Angron did so much more shit like butchers nails and well, being Angron.
>>5558518>Sanction them, remove the ProelitorRe-reading it, I believe this event has already occured. We were too late to prevent Perturabo decimating his legion. And no doubt he would be burning the corpses already or whatever they do with them, given they were killed in disgrace. Cause it would be very strange for him to order it but then delay long enough such that TalOS would arrive after several weeks of warp travel. Or even a day.So if I am reading correctly, our vote will be in response to him. If we do decide to go to Terra, and he is on Terra, exactly what is TalOS going to say to such a horrific act?What could Perturabo do that would garner the trust of TalOS either? If this is all we know of the primarch of the Iron 4th, this is much more heinous than anything Fulgrim has ever done to us which was only insult us.
>>5559389I mean, i thought it was an option for us to try to see if we could catch Peter Turbo before he left Terra or before he was done learning everything the Mechanicum of Mars knows. Just so we could get a feel for his character and find out why he is acting like an absolute mega autist (Spoilers It's because he is a mega autist, he also properly suffers from heavy metal poisoning due to that iron rod he has in his backside, which can't be helpful. )
>>5559405Yeah that does make sense.I do have a hard time seeing how either of them will get along given both their situations. If TalOS is going to Terra, it's going to be in great anger or at least disgust at what he's heard happened. I'm sure QM's got a real cool thing planned though, just I think if they become friends it's going to be a very rocky start.Especially given how bad things went with Fulgrim, and Perturabo is every bit as prideful as Fulgrim if less ostentatious about it. He's not going to all of a sudden say "I'm sorry, that was wrong wasn't it" and I think TalOS isn't the type to let that slide either unlike Magnus who probably did just agree to shut up and say nothing about it.Though, I can see TalOS being quiet about it if he does some head math and see's the value of the Iron IV. But given he is already staunch allies with the Imperial Fists and making good overtures to the Ultramarines and Iron Hands, we likely don't even need that so badly as to ignore this . . .terrible deed. Given we have the Ordo Reductor for our siege needs.>>5559389>Add: Go to Terra and see the man
>>5559130Wyrms. The Null nobilite will be the Wyrms
>>5559413Numbers Numbers Numbers it's all about Numbers with you!! T4L0S is going to go there and start shit up! He is going to SUCC a tenth of Pertuabo's soul. Yeah he will. See how decimation feels, fatherfucker
The outrage from such a monsterous action had not fallen upon deaf ears. The news was that Perterabo, Primarch of the 4th, stood upon the Astartes Tower and looked upon his Legion; he made the customary speech. He had declared upon that moment that he had gone through all records of what the 4th Legion did and saw that the 4th were fools. Discipline needed to be made as a demonstration of the egregious amount of errors the 4th committed. To teach them that there was new leadership in charge and that they could not fight the way they did so before. Thus he declared that his sons would commit decimation. The Sargents of his Legion each opened a box that was handed to them earlier to show a series of sticks. They each drew the stick, with the largest stick signifying that they were to be killed by their brothers. Upon the Parade Grounds before the Astartes Tower, blood was drawn for the first time. Word came from Guilliman first, who decried it an act of dishonor as well as a waste of human life. Rogal Dorn did so as well, citing that a Father should not slaughter his own sons for such mediocre reasons. Sanguinius made his voice known for even as someone as relatively new to the Crusade told his brother that he would never fight alongside Perterabo. Even Fulgrim, for how much TalOS was annoyed by the Primarch, admired his brother’s snipe at the useless slaughter of those who would have been better off alive. The only ones not to make their words known were Magnus, Mortarion, and Horus. TalOS could guess Magnus was too busy at the moment to make any kind of statement while Mortarion seemed to care the least about anything other than war. Unlike these two Horus did not have an excuse. It was a moment where TalOS’s opinion of his brother became worse by such silence. There might be a reason Horus did not commit himself like everyone else, some forlorn goal, but something like the adornment of his brothers should not be above such a vile act. TalOS did not make a public declaration, instead directly to his brother. It was not hard to track his brother for he left Terra within a week of the Decimation, with TalOS going on an intercept course for his brother’s fleet. For whatever sick mind Perterabo, when TalOS sent him a message of his coming, a time and place were both set for them to meet. To the Fabricator General’s surprise it was a realistic estimate for when they would meet, according to the Magi who were feeding TalOS every piece of information they could. On the mining world of Kelker the two of them met.
The planet they were meeting was Imperial Territory. Its atmosphere was non existent thanks to its relative small size compared to planets like Terra or Mars. Because of this the planet was nearly impossible to live upon. The reason mankind likely even bothered to live upon the planet was that it held an adamantine vein which ran on for several strides in length. The human colony there was closer to boring beasts when one made real comparisons. The people who were upon the planet were also short and stout, an allusion to the Dwarves that mankind at one point believed existed. These people were ones who liked to mine their own business, and welcomed the Imperium as a source of trade for things they really did need. TalOS did not bother requesting a meeting hall or something like that for the two brothers to meet. Neither did Perterabo as TalOS looked up to see his brother walking down the same cave that he was in. The first thing TalOS noticed was not the facial features or demeanor of his brother, but the taste of his soul. It was a powerful tang of mirth and callousness that somehow was able to be built into a single soul. Every step he took was a triumph of will as the 4th Primarch seemed to hate the very ground that he stood upon. He did not want to be here TalOS realized. TalOS would assume that the only reason his brother agreed with meeting him was because TalOS could make his brother’s life so much worse than anyone else in the galaxy. You cannot ignore the person who gives your soldiers weapons or maintains the warmachines which can destroy entire cities by themselves. Right now Perterabo needed TalOS, and that need was what led him here. Perterabo’s features came next with the Primarch sporting a heavy set of cheeks likely inherited by the Emperor himself. Besides that he was bald headed with several guns strapped to his armor. While TalOS was a man he was a Tech Priest first and foremost, so his eyes could not help but marvel at what was a perfectly crafted weapon. So well was the job that TalOS knew for a fact these guns were built by Perterabo for no Artisan among the 4th could have come close. Even TalOS would find himself hard tasked with matching such artistry. Maybe Arch Dominus D3X could try but TalOS did not think his friend had much of a chance. As his brother continued walking forward TalOS could taste the souls of his brother’s sons. The fear that was created within them and the desire to do better, the decimation at work. As TalOS enjoyed these feelings these Astartes stopped, their emotions now caked in fear at the Primarch before them. Such a thing was expected for they were experiencing the full weight of a Pariah’s soul upon their own. The Astartes had a hard time realizing they were feeling fear for the first time in decades. Perterabo did not stop, but slowed. TalOS could taste confusion as for a quick second his brother looked behind himself. Not at his men, no, at the stars.
It was hard to comprehend confusion within the mind of his brother. He was a Primarch, someone who should not have such mixed thoughts about a matter that was rather straightforward. He tasted the soul again and felt that his brother was not a psyker, or at least not one on par with Sanguinius and Magnus. He was by far a Standard Primarch with what major and little context was within that thought. Perterabo once again faced TalOS but without the same zeal that he was approaching before. Whatever changed to the Primarch must have been something far greater than what TalOS could have imagined. TalOS decided he should have the first words, “Perterabo, you know why I am here.” Those words were enough to snap the mind of his brother back into focus, “You got a problem with how I am treating my Legion? You and the rest of our Brothers.” “Then you do not seem to fully understand the sheer volume your decimation committed. Three hundred eighty five Astartes were killed at your orders.” TalOS fired back with a baneful furry, “That Many Astartes should only be lost against in great wars against other Empires, yet you have struck it of your own accord. Why did you commit this sin?” As if a trigger had been made TalOS felt a full force of annoyance come to his brother’s forethought, “Sin? If there is a God who judges those in the universe than it is how I judged by sons. My sons have lost far more than three hundred and eighty five because of their incompetence.” TalOS watched as his brother seemed ready for a verbal spar, for TalOS to shout back at him for what was a clear insult. The Fabricator General held his tongue though. The meaning of his silence was obvious, that he was awaiting the evidence that his brother thought was just enough to commit such a heinous crime. That confusion was once again to the forefront. TalOS did not mean to be doing it but Perterabo was being thrown for a loop by his presence, words, and actions. Surely the Primarch of the 4th would have been able to work through these complications, so what was it that was affecting his brother? So many things must have been going off for Perterabo that he must have been caught in some form of quagmire.
After two and a half seconds of confusion Perterabo finally presented his case, “I had studied my Legion’s tactics and stratagems for the three month journey to Terra. It was enough time for me to understand that my a greater restructuring than simply I taking the head. There was corruption as my Sons organized the killing of each other or the use of tactics simply because the Legion Master was the one who discovered it.” TalOS’s eyes narrowed upon his brother as he spoke the next few words, “Who did you plan to have killed?” “Of the three hundred eighty five that were executed, two hundred five were officers. Do the math Brother, I decimated my Legion so why was the majority of my sons who died part of what should have been fifteen percent of my Legion.” That was interesting and TalOS was given more understanding as he reached into the depths of his personal knowledge, “Probability was incorrect, so those that died tried to circumvent the punishment by reaching to both Historic and Cultural Precedent. You played your own sons to try to cull those who thought themselves cunning.” A sick sense of satisfaction swelled from Perterabo as he gave a victorious grin, “Never will I know each and every one of my sons. Those who scheme behind my back will never show their true faces to me. I let it slip into the Legion that those with the shortest stick will die. They had enough time that those fools did their research and found my words were exactly like those the Olympians used. They were so sure of themselves that it got them killed.” It was somewhat sickening that there was a sense of logic TalOS would find behind such a devastating event. He did not do it out of spite, but he did it out of some twisted sense of martial justice. “And what of those who died because of chance. What of the Officers who found themselves dying even though they did not know anything.” TalOS shot back with his desire to be the devil’s advocate, “What of those who chose to kill themselves instead of letting those under their command die?” “They died for the cause of remaking the 4th Legion.” Perterabo told TalOS without a sense of regret within his voice, “And there were none who would have killed themselves to save their brothers.” >Fine, your logic is sound. >There are much better ways to do it, even if you are right that such rot should be removed. >Using logic for such deeds is sin in itself.
>>5559590>There are much better ways to do it, even if you are right that such rot should be removed. I mean, We're ad-mech. We're about effiecncy and things like that. His not wrong just the method and waste produce he made.Also he must be so confused no longer feeling/seeing the red void baring down on him.
>>5559590>There are much better ways to do it, even if you are right that such rot should be removed.
>>5559590>Using logic for such deeds is sin in itself.
>>5559590>Fine, your logic is sound.Nice twist, im actually impressed
>>5559590>There are much better ways to do it, even if you are right that such rot should be removed.If his legion were truly corrupt it makes some sense to purge it but he did not do enough information gathering and it would have been more efficient to not execute them in a way that damages morale. This only leads to less collaboration amongst the legions.Suggest him to build something positive like we did with our sons and improve the "incompetent"
>>5559542Numbers are holy in the eyes of the Machine God. As is ultimate victory.Every primarch is nuanced, TalOS especially so imo. Logic vs EmotionPracticality vs HonourReason vs RhymeBalanced to every act of goodness and honour, is one of calculation and anticipation. For that is what the Machine God wants. Neither fully man nor machine but both.
>>5559590>Your logic is sound>But now that the rot is purged, can you not restore your sons confidence in themselves? Let your brothers know the truth?I believe TalOS is self aware enough to know that "sin" shouldnt be used in an argument here, because Perturabo isnt a believer nor will he likely ever be, but neither is TalOS lorgar who shoves religion down others throats. What I can't fathom is: if this is a "night of the long knives" event where Perturabo discovered a vast majority of his officers were truly corrupt and needed to be expunged (for we will take him at his word) do not leave your sons believing they all have failed. This was a corruption of a few not the entire legion. Why burden them with such shame?
>>5559590>Your logic is sound>But now that the rot is purged, can you not restore your sons confidence in themselves? Let your brothers know the truth?
>>5559688Since it will be said, to prevent others from doing the same. If this is what will happen...
>>5559590>Fine, your logic is sound.Whoop Whoop, all aboard the Perty train!
>>5559590>>Fine, your logic is sound.
>>5559590>There were better ways to do it.180 failures Pertorabo. Near universal scorn of your peers with corresponding removals of support. Your plan succeeded in one aspect and has severely damaged you in several others. Destruction of your legions trust in you.This plan was stupid.
> You have fixed the rot within but started the desecration without. Those that would appreciate and understand your logic would reject your needless waste when resources are precious and lives >Congratulations. You have culled those that father had already pre-selected, pre-culled for you. There are multiple hypnoprogrammed inhibitions and obedience protocols installed into them which would guarantee their loyalty to you, not to mention the psychic link that makes you unto a god on them. You have engineered a future possibility for betrayal for yourself with your paranoia, and you have done so far more effectively than I have AFTER I made a rival and removed the former two conditions. My presence EATS at theirs. Yet you have triumphed in this contest of "Who can inflict worse trauma on our sons".>I am sorry that your upbringing betrayed you.Horus shares the same ego and distrust, though he hides it under the opposite mask. That of a warm charismatic leader of men.Its ironic that a machine man when raised well by a loving family is still more socially well adjusted than these two
>>5560071Much as I want to say this to him. It probably wouldn't get the proper thing across to him. Instead coming across as "hurr, I'm better than you, idiot" to his ears.
>>5560071I've said it a few times, I love how the literal Cyborg is the most human particularly because now we're somewhere between a Zeitgeistal Ghoul, a Psychic Vampire, and a mental black hole. May the Steel Dragon never be Roused, and may the King Under The Mountain Rest Well
>>5559644Thanks, though it was a simple extension of logic. The evidence provided to me proved that the 4th acted like the Russians in Ukraine or in lore Emperor's Children. I want to not to everyone that this is a very close vote. So your vote counts.
>>5559590>Your logic is sound
>>5560189>acted like the Russians in UkraineMight I inquire as to which part specifically? The brutality part, cause I think the War Hounds were still kinda bloody even before Angron.Or the "extremely incompetent both logistically and militarily due to extreme amounts of corruption and profiteering". Because. . . wow, if it really, really was that bad, I do legitimately feel sad for Perturabo because that's probably the worst of any of the legions prior to meeting their master.The idea that the 4th legion might have deserved their decimation is new to me, but that speaks incredibly ill of Perts blood line to be fucked up so bad even Curze didn't care to execute his boys. And he hated his boys.
>>5560315It's a weird concept that sadly will not be explored. The 4th, when you read the Primarch book, weirdly work with one another in a good way with some sour apples here and there. But once Perty abandons the Universe for his Tower/nukes Olympia it becomes obvious that he was the glue holding his Legion together. When he left they became insane monsters who committed the worst atrocities in canon. They also shattered, leaving many Warsmiths to join warbands as a sole Iron Warrior instead of a band of fighters. At least that's how I see it. I might be wrong but it would explain so many diabolical IW in 40k.
>>5560359Being brutal or bloody isnt really worth decimation. War hounds, dusk raiders, night lords. Being good at killing is the job of a Space Marine.If the problem was they were being idiots and doing suicidal charges he can change that without decimation.I'm struggling to see how this reaction to "corruption" is justified. Does Tal0S believe him? Roboute said the 4th fought well and we have had proelitors among them.
>>5559590>There are much better ways to do it, even if you are right that such rot should be removed.This was stupid especially for a primarch who thinks they value logic. But I agree sin shouldn't be used as a counterpoint here so I'll take the middle option.
>>5560363You are missing the point where many of them split apart. Consider, if you will, what happens if a bunch of Meniacle Maniacs are forced to stay together with a structured hierarchy. We know of at least one instance where an Iron Warrior Commander fired an artillery shell directly on his rival. And that's when Perty was in charge. Now imagine them unsupervised, forced to have a leader who is very much able to be killed with a misplaced bolter shell. Imagine how many Proelitor unknowingly got killed because of this dumbassery.
>>5560071This would just cause Pert to ape mode. His an interesting read.
>>5560371Oh I see.Wayyy too much infighting and internal sabotage.That would also explain how they get themselves into those situations where others are like "why are you doing this the HARD way">842-843.M30 Liberation of Incaladion - During the liberation of the war-torn Forge World of Incaladion, the IV Legion displayed its reliance on rationality and intellect set against infrequent but telling episodes of bloody-minded stubbornness in the face of overwhelming odds. In a gruelling solar-year-long campaign, victory was at last achieved, but the war saw the near-annihilation of the IV Legion's 8th Expeditionary Fleet's frontline forces in what was arguably a needlessly costly fashion.This sounds exactly like some sort of shenanigans some of the other Consuls and Chaptermasters in the IV legion would have been manipulating each other to getting into.
Last call for votes!
>>5559590>>There are much better ways to do it, even if you are right that such rot should be removed.>>5560530Am I to late?
No, but yes>>5559609>>5559620>>5559648>>5559658>>5559703>>5560024>>5560364>>5560461>>5560532Alright, fine>>5559629>>5559644>>5559688>>5559797>>5560009>>5560014>>5560224>>5560277Filed under fuck you>>5560071 - I can see debates on this one fast. I love it when it is tight!
>>5560565Noooo! Six minutes too late!>yes you're rightPlease count me...
Damn, where is Logic enjoyer when you need him.
>>5560575You know, it would be unfair to everyone else. But I have yet to start writing it. You will see the result and I think it will be amenable.
>>5560565You put this one on fine when it's calling it a sin>>5559629
>>5560580Ah, this is what happens when people play with my words and paraphrase. Such is the issue with counting these at a glance.
>>5560580Huh, my ID changed. The storm must have knocked out power for a bit.>>5559620I'm this anon
Corruption. Corruption was a concept that had always plagued the civilizations of mankind. From the time mankind climbed out of their caves to the current era there have always been forms of corruption. The benefits of corruption are quite obvious when it is the layman. Corruption for a profit was something that caused the rule of man to be corrupted by those that were underneath him. An inspector being paid off by a customer to file a false report in their name was but the smallest of risks. When committed hundreds and thousands of times though, by an entire community of people, that is when such corruption becomes something that tears apart Empires. One would quickly question what does an Astartes gain from their corruption. They are not paid in any monetary sense so they could not bring things directly to themselves. But when one looks at another idea, the use of corruption to gain raw power, it becomes evident that this is where Astartes find themselves lacking. In a culture of warriors it was the man who had the largest armament and who controlled the most warriors with his voice that such currency of power comes. They were going to be the ones who will be remembered for they were the ones who led the wars. When wars were waged none cared about the Privates or the Battle Brothers, instead the Generals and Captains were the ones who had their names carved into the minds of the conquered. Corruption was something TalOS both used and tried to beat down. Corruption was used early in his career against the Hive Worlds, where the Presidents and Dukes all realized that TalOS held power over death itself. In the Mechanicum though Corruption was smashed down. When it reared its ugly head the Proelitor and Skitarii made sure the foolish adept lost their life. So TalOS understood exactly what Perterabo wanted to accomplish. Information was leaked into his mind as he counted five hundred sixty three of his sons had lost their lives in service of the 4th Legion. This number did not include three Knights and thousands of Skitarii who acted as their Auxiliary. How many of his sons were lost because of this corruption? How many of them willingly lost their lives thinking that what they were doing was of sound logic to the Fourth Legion’s Master and his Captains. Was it as low as ten lives? Or maybe it was four hundred. Corruption. Corruption beyond anything else would lead an army to ruin. It did not matter the government which ruled over men or Astartes, if these people did not acknowledge the laws of the land they were no better than fools.
TalOS realized he was silent, too silent. It has been nine point three seconds since Perterabo made his declaration about there being no good Legionnaires. Such wording told TalOS that he did not believe that there were any good people among his ranks. That is where the issue lied. “Perterabo, I am able to comprehend what it was you thought. That you looked upon the Fourth Legion and saw them wanting. If circumstances were different I would even commend you on avenging the sons that I lost to such incompetence.” TalOS told his brother as he reached over to crush his hand, “But you do not fully comprehend what it is your actions have caused. The alienation of your brothers, the perception of yourself among the masses, and even your own Legion. Of those several hundred Astartes you have ordered to die was thousands of man-hours worth of experience as well as future warfare. It was a waste.” The Primarch barked with a stern face of iron, “I did what I did because it needed to be done. Those who now look down upon me are fools who I will never consider an ally. To think you, a Priest of the Machine God was the one to confront me speaks volume of our brothers. What is your aim, brother?” “To comprehend the truth that you have now given me.” TalOS told Perturabo without issue. “But then what?” He followed up with a viper’s tongue, “Do you intend for me to repent for my actions? I have sinned in the view of your god because I waste perfectly good men. I have heard about you brother so try to evangelize me so that I can deny you like I have all others.” TalOS was aware after his first outburst that his brother did not like his kind, but it seemed that the Priests of his home world soured him on the concept of a god. A moment later TalOS thought about it, for what would he think of his brother if he worshiped gods other than the Machine God? Worse, what if the gods he worshiped were one of their many faced enemies. “You misunderstand what it is the Mechanicum brings to you. We do not desire to make more worshippers out of the Emperor’s Servants. As according to the Treaty of Olympus we are to keep our religious matters upon our Forge Worlds.” TalOS countered his brother with a sharp eye, “What I came to you today was to see if you were an idiot or a fool. I have found you are neither and like all men possess a view utterly unique to yourself.” “Then what do you think?” Perturabo ordered his brother to speak as TalOS could now taste a sense of interest within his voice. Was this interest a desire to refute whatever TalOS said? Or maybe his brother seeked to listen to what TalOS had to say.
“I believe first and foremost that while your decision to take action was just, that the use of decimation was ultimately a wasteful affair in political and physical capital.” TalOS informed his brother, “You should have organized something else, likely a penal Legion. Those you know have committed corruption will become the demonstrations to those who might do so in the future. If you are caught, you will be buried without honors.” To that Perturabo gave a small laugh as a tool of mockery, “As I understand it Astartes would still enjoy that to some extent. Our sons were all built to be killed. But then, it would teach the Legion Master who goes from the very top to the penal company.” “The only reason I can see decimation being a worthy option was that it was a cultural aspect of your homeworld of Olympia. To that I am ignorant.” TalOS ended his assessment with that bit of understanding. It was now Perturabo’s turn to become silent. He was now thinking to himself with a mind equally capable to that of TalOS. Such a brilliant mind TalOS knew, for he had realized the truth of his Legion before any proper introductions could be made. Nothing could be seen upon the now stoic face of his brother, but TalOS was not a mortal creature anymore. He could taste it now. The confusion that his brother was constantly feeling being brought to the forefront once again. His candor and ridicule attitude acted against the Pariah, a mask that he wore. It was the mask of a man whose entire universe was being shaken to its very core at TalOS’s mere existence before him. There was more there. Embarrassment, shame, and regret were starting to settle in the mind of Perturabo. There were flares of anger, but TalOS could tell that anger was an echo of what was. TalOS knew the mind of man and realized easily that his brother did his actions out of sheer anger at his own Legion. A ruthless anger which threatened his very own soul. How had such an anger been crystalized so sharply that even its echos showed TalOS the ferocity of its existence. TalOS thought back to his brother’s confusion. Why was this confusion so ever present and so relentless in its attacks against his brother. Was his brother under some kind of curse? As TalOS felt out the area he could not feel anything close to a curse against his brother. Nothing like what Tzeentch had done to the Thousand Sons. At this moment TalOS was saddened because he could not help his brother. If TalOS asked his brother about the confusion then his brother might attack him out of shame. After all, could TalOS trust someone who so willingly committed filicide out of anger? He needed to tread carefully.
The thoughts of TalOS were cut as Perturabo spoke, “Then how would you fix this? How would you fix this ‘sin’ that I casted upon myself?” TalOS understood those words to be rhetorical with a good amount of lashing out. He was seeking wisdom by trying to get it out of his verbal opponent. There might be hope, “Let it be known that you seeked to destroy the corruption within your Legion. After that, there is nothing else I think you can do immediately.” “If I say that outright, they will think worse of both myself and my Legion. You TalOS have already proven that the reasoning does not hold forgiveness and many will see my legion as a cesspool that it was.” Perturabo fired back. “Would it be worse than your current position?” TalOS’s proposition was both a rhetorical counter and to make a point.“Yes, it would.” Perturabo told his brother with a sense of burning anger, “If I admit my wrong in such a grand fashion then I will be seen as a fool and weakling. That I easily caved into the calls of outraged fools instead of the reason and logic that we speak here today. It does not matter what I say, for they will think they won against me.” “And why would you bother against those that don’t care enough to learn it.” TalOS said as his personality matrix of Perturabo was becoming finely crafted and able to predict his brother. Anger seemed to flair in Perturabo at such a demonstration of intelligence. And then, his anger seemed to fade. Reasoning was overcoming the beastial emotions that his brother had and TalOS began to see something he did not know he wanted to see. Calm understanding. While other emotions clouded his judgment Perturabo had calmed. “I will take your words into consideration.” Perturabo said as he turned to make his leave, “Good bye.” “I did not finish my suggestions, brother.” TalOS said as he felt this was a vital moment for his brother’s career. He watched his brother look over his shoulder showing that he was listening. So TalOS gave the last suggestion, “Give your men something to believe in. Without something to believe in they will revert and become worse than you could imagine.” “Do not think I am going to convert them to the Mechanicus just because you suggested it.” Rebutted Perturabo as he continued his walk. He said those words automatically though, for TalOS could tell they somehow struck a chord. >Alright guys, can we make the Sicarian Tanks already. >Lets wrap up the learning of Motive Force, Machine Edition. >Learn some time damn it>War is always fun.
>Learn some time damn itSeriously. TIme is Action Points.No matter how well we optimize, how fast we move, how impressive our weapons or thick our armor.The person that can act twice where the other only once has the prep advantage. Also stasis and spacetime warping.
>>5560672>Learn some time damn it
>>5560672>Learn some time damn itwith this we have time to learn more.
>>5560672>>Learn some time damn it
>>5560672>Lets wrap up the learning of Motive Force, Machine Edition.
>>5560672>Learn some time damn itIt is time..... to learn some time!Also QM, i am very happy with the way that you handled Perturabo. He is a much more human character than most other primarchs in 40k and i think that you nailed that perfectly.After all, the only thing Canon Perturabo ever wanted was to be acknowledged and cherished by those around him.
>>5560672>Learn some time damn itI would like to finish learning motive force but we should learn some time
>>5560672>Learn some time!
>>5560672>Learn some time damn itPrioritize. We've segregated our soul, now is the time!Also sicaran are great tanks don't get me wrong, and I would vote for this any other day, but also I feel like they are more an "Astartes" tank. We should definitely field some, but it would be nice to focus on more Mechanicum aesthetic things like the Krios or the Dunecrawler the latter of which I'm not sure Land has invented yet.Sicaran may have better stats than both, and over the Predator iirc, but style is important too.
>>5561107I'm trying to get you guys to have TalOS invent an Astartes tank, damn it. YOU have complained about this. I don't want to hear this complaint anymore.
>>5561135I never wanted the tank, I want proper genetic spawn from our Waifu Ad-mech before things go bad in the HH and she dies!
>>5561141I'm pretty sure he's talking to Nano.still, option's been given and we pick the better ones.
>>5561135I'm going to complain about it too.Astartes tanks are lame. LAME.We're not just another legion, we're the Mechanicum legion.
It's not an unreasonable thing for anons playing a mechanicum primarch quest to want to flesh out a mechanicum army list prior to delving into astartes units.Might be easier for QM to entice players to pick them if it werent also paired with clearly more important options.
>>5561135If my opinion came off as a complaint, that isn't what I intended it to be, so I apologize. Like I said, the Sicaran is a great tank. It's perhaps the 2nd best all around tank chassis that the Imperium will make for a non-superheavy tank (excluding indomitus era designs), bested only by the Lucian STC Macharius in everything except accuracy and speed. That tank was an STC discovered on Lucius btw, it was only named after the Solar Lord but it was designed by the ancients and just rediscovered after some spelunking.Just that it feels like the Sicaran represents the Imperium's tank, much like the bolter represents the Imperium's weapon. It's nice to pick things that make us technologically and aesthetically unique compared to the Imperium, such as standardizing the volkite over the bolter. If we did do a sicaran, which I would be all for it if it the chronomancy option weren't also here and now, I'd be happy if TalOS did even just a little tweak to make our 2nd Legion Sicarans better than stock models that the rest of the Imperium will use.
>>5561187Consider this, everything that has the prefix Sicarian was invented by TalOS before his purge. His work given to a respectable Magos who served TalOS by the Mechanicum in a thin Remembrance. Yes it's one of THE Imperium tanks but it has things like the Newton Cannon and Plasma Variants. I don't want you people to complain that TalOS has not invented anything with his name on it when I told you this was it.
>>5560672>Alright guys, can we make the Sicarian Tanks already.Holy captcha of the day: phhm0k
>>5560672>Learn some time damn it.
>>5559588>These people were ones who liked to mine their own business,HAH
>>5560666>satan trips for this particular postbased
>>5560672>>Learn some time damn itLEEEESSSS GOOOOOOO. Poor perty. I hope he can remember this meeting fondly. At least as the one moment in his life where the eye of terror wasn't THERE
>>5561682So he was confused because he couldnt see the EoT? That makes more sense.
>>5561721That was exactly what happened, brother
>>5561721Not to mention it was also different from how the Emperor blocks it out.The Emperor blocks out the EoT through his sheer psychic power and aura of warplight grandeur.If TalOS is anything like pariahs described in the novels, it's more like, the eye of Terror simply stops being visible and the stars are present again. In addition to his sheer uncannyness.At the same time, Perturabo sometimes uses the Eye of Terror a bit like his own Astronomican for navigation in storms. But I doubt that makes the experience of seeing it worth it.
>>5561757Honestly. Pert would probably ask to be made a Pariah if it would stop the eye from following him wherever he went. Sadly he wouldn't have Tal0s ability to feed off the motive force.He'll have to settle for Blackstone.
TalOS returned to Lucius, but to the joy of the people he was the ruler of. It took time, lots of time, but with every year that passed the People of the Federation found themselves becoming more and more use to the state of being that TalOS was. The Parliament was no longer deeply afraid of the creature TalOS became with the reasonable thought that this is how things are now. There was always a moment where a new person comes and finds themselves terrified at what kind of creature TalOS is. But with a culture being adjusted those people found themselves easily able to adjust to the temperament that TalOS wanted to set. Time went by, a decade worth. Things had stabilized within the Imperium with the welcoming of another brother to TalOS known as Lion El’ Johnson. An invitation was sent to the Master of the First Legion, but the temperment of this brother was shared by the most recent of discoveries. That of wishing for only war and no other pleasantries. A tradition was surely broken during that month of communication. No longer were the brothers of TalOS obligated to visit their distant, wayward brother to tighten the links between themselves and their Legions. Within a few months TalOS found the First had expelled the Auxiliary from their ranks. TalOS had of course asked why they did this. The Legion, now known as the Dark Angels, sent a message detailing their the duties their Legion were to perform left reason to host outsiders. As Fabricator General this would be a great slight. To see his sons rejected in such a manner without care. Even Mortarion, who must have scoffed at the idea of TalOS’s invintation, still kept the auxiliary. As TalOS could see the only benefit that his brother included was that Lucius did not need to supply any pieces of equipment to the First. TalOS was no fool though and had seen the records from Mars. If there was a Legion that could be described as the Favored Sons in the way of the Mar’s technology it would be the First Legion. Only the Second were above them, but that was because the Second created their own deathrays. It did not take much intuition to see that the First Legion was going to be an oddity to TalOS among other things.
The discovery of the Dark Angels was not the only thing to rupture within the century though. Reports have come in from the south eastern rim where Ferrus Manus set his investigation into the Xenos that lived there. Another form of contact has been made it seems, and a war between the Legion and these Xenos had been marked. What was an issue TalOS noted was that before Lion El’ Johnson had returned a great many First Legionnaires had thrown themselves at the issue. These forces had been reduced to half their strength. The only reason the Auxilia was not so wounded was reports of the Dominus in command being told to stay back and let the Dark Angels handle the issues presented. TalOS had not seen many reports from the Auxilia of the First, but TalOS considered that maybe his assistance was never really valued by the sons of the Lion. For now the front has stabilized with Ferrus Manus holding the ground stubbornly. Fighting was harsh, extremely so, but the warriors of the Tenth found it to their liking. TalOS read reports that Ferrus had called upon all of his sons so they were at full Legion strength. It was too soon to know whether Ferrus was going to be successful or not, but looking at the supply routes Lion El’ Johnson was routing there to finish the job his Legion started. If this was a threat two Legions could not face then TalOS might see himself being called upon after his demonstration of power with Rogal Dorn. There were two more things that took the interest of TalOS during this time. One was the news from the Auxilia belonging to the 4th Legion now known as the Iron Warriors and had two parts of it. They were not yet part of the grind in the east but instead found themselves destroying a dug in Xenos Empire in Segentum Obscura. The first part was that the Iron Warrior’s name, and that they had a battle cry worthy of such a name. Perturabo had taken TalOS’s words to heart and gave his Legion something to crystalize around. The second part was what took TalOS by surprise. Perturabo made a detour to his home system to destroy a group known as the Black Judges of who TalOS think were a variety of decadent Xenos. Upon their defeat the technology that was taken from the Xenos were gifted to the Lucian Auxilia instead of whatever Martian forces would appear several months later. It seemed TalOS had done much more for his brother than he could have imagined possible. Without much thought he sent his brother a thank you, but held off sending a gift seeing this act as a penance for all the sons TalOS lost to the 4th Legion’s corruption. Lastly, beyond everything that had happened before, word had come that another Primarch after Lion El’ Johnson was discovered. This one was named Lorgar Aurelian, and unlike his previous brothers Lorgar accepted TalOS’s invitation to Lucius.
Just as many times before TalOS had welcomed his brother at the steps of his Manufactorium. The man was given all the cries of honor and the respect of the people who were now realizing that their sightings of the divine was slowly coming to an end. He allowed them to cheer him on, raising his hands into the sky to entertain the people further. It was after this that the two of them traveled the Mechanicum. As standard TalOS did not bring any conversation and his brother was in awe at the magnificence that was the Mechanicum. But that awe only went so far. Beyond anything else TalOS noticed that with every step his brother took was an undercurrent of disgust radiating from his soul. Disgust was an emotion TalOS felt among his brothers. Many of them looked upon Servitors in that manner if they were not given a taste of mortal dread. But to Lorgar the mixture of amazement and disgust was something that TalOS only saw in him. Its profoundness made TalOS sick as well as he ate what might as well have been rotten flesh. When TalOS and Lorgar both sat upon the table within the workshop of TalOS’s parents the Fabricator General began to feel regret. He will need to be cautious. “I thank you brother for welcoming me to your Forge World!” Declared Lorgar as he gave a mighty cheer of compassion and emotion, “This Forge Spire is a testament to the power of mankind and the faith they can wield!” TalOS could not help but feel such words were odd choice for an Imperial, “It was the place Lucius the Elder touched down upon our planet with the rest of his expeditionary fleet. It is the oldest Forge Complexe upon Lucius. I speak for Lucius when I say it is an honor to be seen as such.” “May I ask a few questions on what I saw on my way over?” Lorgar pushed towards TalOS with hints of curiosity and wonder. “I shall do so within the best of my ability.” TalOS told his brother with a genuine smile. “Why does the Mechanicum always enjoy skulls upon its architecture?” He put first and foremost above all other questions. “The Skull is where knowledge is housed. It protects the brain from the elements and is one of the last items to be discarded when commiting augmentation.” TalOS said as he tapped his own skull, “It is, beyond all matters, the most human of all bones within the body. So it is the symbol for Mankind.”
“I had heard that the Mechanicum were a bunch of logical zealots. But even those who are machine can see the beauty that is mankind’s divine form!” Cheered Lorgar as he gave a hearty laugh, “Then the incense that I smell in the air, is that to appease your Machine God?” “No, the Machine God does not accept such sacrifices.” TalOS told his brother with a hint of confusion, “It is used to help pay a Machine Spirit for its service. Those outside would call it a sacrifice, but a sacrifice means that you do so without any gain. We gain the utility and will of the Machine Spirit.” “Interesting brother, very interesting.” Lorgar’s eyes were wide with interest as he took in every detail with glee, “And those man-machines your people call servitors? What exactly are they?” “Those that have sinned and been forced to become one with the machine as penance.” TalOS said as he felt an ache of worry within his heart. Of all the things TalOS avoided with his brothers religion was at the top. The Imperium banned religion and many of his brothers like Rogal Dorn and Perturabo do not believe in such things as gods. To be given the opposite was worrisome, especially when that sense of wonder was mixed with disgust… and ambition. “I have heard that the Mechanicum follows our Father as the Omnissiah? Is he another face of the Machine God or someone completely different?” Lorgar asked what should be a normal question. So why did TalOS feel tension now. Without another thought he sent a message to his mother to make sure that she did not come into this room, for knowing at least one of his brothers were capable of filicide meant that TalOS needed to verify the threat level of his opponent. “They are different entities according to the Lucian Doctrine, for while the Omnissiah is mortal the Machine God flows within the Motive Force. Upon Lucius we do not believe the Emperor to be the Omnissiah, but other Forge Worlds will disagree with us on that issue.” TalOS pointed out with a testing smile, “I do not think you would want to go into that.” Lorgar’s face finally matched the emotions that he had been feeling the entire time, “How can you not recognize the Divinity that is our Father? He is a God and you do not even acknowledge him as a Prophet?” Within an instant TalOS’s mind clicked everything into place and understanding was reached. He did not expect to come to such a conclusion in his lifetime. That one of his brothers thought their Father was a God.
“Why do you look so surprised brother?” Lorgar said as he shined a smile at his fellow, “We are both men of faith and demi-gods beyond that! We were each created by the Emperor of Mankind to be his Sons, so why would he not be a God if he made us?” “We are but a divine inspiration given to our Father by the Machine God.” TalOS told his brother while trying to recover from his profound confusion. “Our Father is above the Machine God, brother.” Lorgar said as he opened his hands to the room around him and thus the planet, “The amount of worlds that are under the Domain of the Machine God is much smaller than that of the Emperor. Our Father has at his disposal nineteen legions while the Machine God was only able to claim one.” “You misunderstand temporal power for divinity brother.” TalOS felt confusion rush his mind as he heard the words of a fool, “While the Emperor has more worlds he does not hold all the knowledge that the Cult Mechanicus holds. Without us his Empire will fall as no more worlds could be made terrestrial or have the massive vessels he can claim!” “It was when the Emperor challenged the Mechanicum that Mars was found wanting.” Lorgar said as he became excited from the debate, “As penance the Martians made our Father their Prophet. You should be wise to make him your God, for he will give you blessings unlike yours.” “Every day the Machine God blesses the Mechanicum. Have you not witnessed a Titan walk?” TalOS had to ask his brother in the confusion. “I have seen those Titans stand at the parade and I am not impressed. They are a network of wires and machinery that can be recreated. You should know this well brother for you are more brilliant than I.” Lorgar said as he leaned in, “And your Avatars only prove that might is what makes a God.” “A Titan is the manifestation of the Mechanicus’s collective knowledge. It is not divine because it sunder battlefields but is divine because it is the culmination of all of the Mechanicum’s knowledge.” TalOS answered his brother in a confused fury. “And where your Cult makes singular machines, our Father creates Legions!” Lorgar told TalOS in a reasoning of perverted logic. >Can we change topics Lorgar?>Alright, explain this lunacy>While designed by the Emperor, the Legions were finished by the Mechanicum! *Continue arguing* >Get out. Long update, but then again its Lorgar.
>>5561779>Alright, explain this lunacy>"The Machine God and the Emperor have different natures brother. You have felt the Blackstone and the effects of the Null Nobilitie, have you not? That is what is holy to me and Lucius. It is not compatible with the psyker might of our Creator, as such, he cannot be the Omnissiah. He can be an ally or even saint to our faith, but not the Machine God's prophet or part of it."Feel free to ignore the speech, just felt like writing it.
>>5561779>While designed by the Emperor, the Legions were finished by the Mechanicum! *Continue arguing*
>>5561779>change topics lil bro.
>Write in: Lorgar. What do you consider holy? Please enlighten me that we may find common ground.Command not recognized. Please input command.
Might just get him to start talking about his native faith. One that will show us his connection with the four.
kind of sad the federation wasn't the one who found the lion. by the way QM how large would you say the federation is by the time the heresy starts? i'm guessing most of segmentum obscurus "east and north-east" of the eye of terror.
>>5561779>Can we change topics Lorgar?Lets get to know each other first before I have to explain how absolutely wrong you are about my religion
Test of faith time, ask him to perform a miracle of his faith if it is above the machine god, we can perform technomancy as a direct proof of our connection to divinity
>>5561930Greentext it and let it be known.
>>5561779>>5561798>Support the explainationI do want to do a miracle off, it'd maybe shut him up a bit. But then I have a feeling he'd retort with something to the lines of "I am no prophet, while you are"
>>5561779>*Continue arguing*>Until the point they come to blowsI just think that if we let Fulgrim rile us to the point of requesting a duel, and that was over a more minor issue, TalOS and Lorgar having a legendary spat could be a source of funny.
>>5561779>*Continue arguing*>Until the point they come to blows. I am a simple man, I see an opportunity to see these giant children, capable of killing thousands because of the lack of a father in their lives, being beaten I accept it. After all, a good spanking can fix even the worst child ever conceived, if it doesn't work, you haven't beaten him enough.
>>5561779>*Continue arguing*>Until the point they come to blowseven better if some of our sons dogpile into the brawl too
>>5561779>"Our" father didn't even make usThere were several other scientists involved in our creation, what God needs help to create?
>>5562077The problem is the spankingKor phaeron beat his ass and molested him into chaos
>>5561779>*Continue arguing*>Until the point they come to blows.The fun option
>>5561779>*Continue arguing*>Until the point they come to blowsBy Mechallah, Lorgar will behave himself or we will hit him with our steel shoes!
>>5561779>Alright, explain this lunacy>"The Machine God and the Emperor have different natures brother. You have felt the Blackstone and the effects of the Null Nobilitie, have you not? That is what is holy to me and Lucius. It is not compatible with the psyker might of our Creator, as such, he cannot be the Omnissiah. He can be an ally or even saint to our faith, but not the Machine God's prophet or part of it."This explanation seems good so I'll use it Holy captcha (definitely not tarot) for the day: RYTYSDIt translates into "Really you think you shall do this?"The machine spirit believes that lorgar is impossible to convince of the truth of the machine god's divinity. Alternatively if the S stands for should instead then it could mean even the machine spirit believes lorgar is too much of an incompetent bafoon to be worthy of serving the machine god.
>Alright, explain this lunacy>”Lorgar you misunderstand a simple truth, you assume that the psychic might our creator wields makes him a god. Yet let me ask you, how could you claim our creator is a deity when he rejects worship? How can you pay homage to a man who spurns religion and hates it with a scorching passion? That’s where you’ve gone astray, Lorgar, you worship a mortal man as a god to date your desire for faith, Whereas we of the Mechanicum worship the machine god not because he demands it, but to repay a debt our entire species owes. For unlike your god who requires legions to guard mankind’s soul, the machine god has done so alone, ever since our ancestors first invented fire. And Lorgar, understand that one day the emperor may die, as his flesh will fail him like it does all other. Yet the machine god will never fail, for the machine is eternal.”It’s a bit ranty but maybe we could appeal to his opinion that gods need to be strong, and that ours is stronger.
>>5561779>*Continue arguing*>Until the point they come to blows
>>5561798>I support this vote!But I would say this is more about >*Continue arguing*
>>5562128 How is it possible for a primarch to be molested? Well Angron exists, I think I already answered my on question.
>>5562657Speaking of Angron, Tal0S has the senses required to fully separate him from the butcher's nails right?
>>5562707 I don't mean to sound rude but, I don't have a clue. Usually Nano is the one who knows this kind of thing, after all he is the unofficial lore master here. I recommend asking him about it.
>>5562707Define "senses to fully separate him"Here's the exact excerpt with the Emperor and Technoarcheologist Arkhan overseeing a sleeping Angron:>‘Can you remove it?’>‘Of course,’ the Emperor answered, still looking at the screens.>Arkhan did his best to hide his surprise. ‘Then, Divine One, why would you leave it there?’>‘This is why.’ The Emperor rested both hands on Angron’s head, one with the fingertips pressed to the primarch’s temple and cheek, the other pressed to the crown of his shaven head where the cable-tendrils joined the flesh and bone. The images on several screens immediately resolved to a clearer imprint of a brutishly dense skull miserable with crude cybernetics and the bone-scarring of powerful surgical laser cuts.>‘Do you see?’ the Emperor asked.>Arkhan saw. The tendrils were sunk deep, rooted in the meat of the brain, threaded to the nervous system, and down in roughly serpentine coils around the spinal column. Every movement must have been agony for the primarch, feeding back into the base emotions of anger and spite.>Worse, the brain’s limbic lobe and insular cortex were more than just savaged by the pain engine’s insertion; they had been surgically attacked and removed even before implantation. The device hammered into his skull hadn’t ruined those sections of the brain – it had replaced them. Ugly black cybernetics showed on the internal scans, in place of entire sections of the primarch’s brain tissue.>‘They are the only thing keeping him alive,’ Arkhan said.The Emperor could not do it with Science nor Magic. Theoretically TalOS mastery of Technology/Technomancy (if he has/will have it) may be able to at least reverse the purpose and pain inflicted by the Dark Age technology, such that it keeps him alive without causing pain, given he is a master genetor.I suspect such an option would be locked only if we chose Angron as our "Primarch we try to save"
>>5561779>*Continue arguing*>Until the point they come to blows.
>>5562732Also theoretical: use of Chronomancy.Keep Angron's body in a powerful stasis field, and excise the nails while he is frozen in time. Use some of his DNA as master genetor to clone the parts of the brain was destroyed, and then very carefully stich them back in, before deactivating the stasis field. And praying to the Machine God it works.
>>5562732honestly fuck angron. if we can only save 1 primarch i would prefer pert or magnus. alpharius is already loyal.
>>5562760Sure Alpharius is loyal.But what about Omegon? I have a firm belief in our military power.My biggest concern is backstabbing shenanigans like Curze or some other annoying primarch trying to throw wrenches in our nice mechanical worlds and fleets, targeting important cast members like UZ1.It would be nice if Curze could just go to Ultramar like he did in OTL, but it took three primarchs and the Pharos just to keep him from killing anyone important like Robby's mom. Robby and Lion themselves might have gotten burnt extremely badly if not for the fiat of the Pharos too.That's the sort of thing TalOS might find the most difficult since everything else he can beat on the head with his big army and fleet and refusal to engage in stupid duels.Whichever primarch can cover our flank is the one I think we would best profit off of.
>>5562763so the Wolf
>>5562770We already got the Wolf.And the Wolf in canon wasn't a very good flank protector. He charged Horus against orders, failed to kill him at the last moment, and failed to show up to Terra on time as a result because he was bogged down by, you guessed it, Alpharius.Russ isn't in the habit of playing guard dog.
Lets try and just talk>>5561798>>5561810>>5561873>>5561928>>5561964>>5562046>>5562134>>5562645>>5562287>>5561840>>5562420Bitching>>5561803>>5562021>>5562041>>5562077>>5562084>>5562198>>5562252>>5562611>>5562745Update will be in a while, but I want to put a stopper for this first.
Save one Damn oneSave Magnus = Damns The Kahn?Save Perturabo = Damns Dorn?Save Angron = Damns Sanguinius?The most META option about be to save Magnus and thus save the Webway Project.Saving perturabo would lead to gadgets at leave Navigators redundant, Perturabo would be the Machine Gods option, (fuck the warp) but leave us with the worst possible Traitor: Evil Dorn.Saving Angron would give us the Primarch Therapist, which would be usuful if we were trying to prevent the Heresy before it even happens.Thoughts?
>>5562797Evil Rob could also be a contender for worst traitor, because it probably would mean a Chaos Ultramar
>>5562801Save Horus = Damns Rob
>>5562801To be fair, we're set up at least to be the superior or equivalent replacement to Ultramar. We would be their counterbalance. . .unless the 11th changes that.
>>5562797>The most META option about be to save Magnus and thus save the Webway Project.People say this and I used to believe it.Until someone mentioned that, just consider Magnus as a key to unlocking the door of the Webway to Chaos. If that key stops working, Chaos could resort to plan B. Which is B for Battering Ram.With a loyalist Magnus, it's likely the webway would still fail if Chaos poured all their collective energies to batter it down via the many breaches that already exist in the Webway. It might weaken their efforts elsewhere at best, but it's likely 1 god and his shield would struggle against 4. The Emperor was already being passively deprived of his future vision by Chaos during the HH.
>>5562818Fuck Horus, Let that bitch die.
>>5562823The federation giving the imperium a better fighting chance is true, but Ultramar and all of it's resources at the hands of chaos would still make Rob one of the worst options.The Lion could also be up there because the first have a lot of tech. Imagine if chaos got it's filthy hands on the lobotomized MoI that the Rock have hidden in their basement.
>>5562832Not to mention the Dark Angels are also supposed to be the Emperor's counterbalance in case he has to go to war with the Mechanicum. That's probably why he invested so much to make them BIG.Or at least, that was until they got mangled in the Xenocides.I bet the mauling of the Angels during the Rangdan affairs probably ticked the Emperor quite a bit cause they were his (actual) executioners. Russ was more for intimidation. Lion was for extermination.What if the Emperor tries to influence us to grind our face against the Rangdan and leave his Dark Angels intact as a counterbalance to our growing influence?
>>5562836If they meet the Rangdan first, then they'll be begging for resupply.If we do, we have pariah tech and Blackstone.
>>5562825A stopgap is better than nothing.
TalOS rubbed his temple as irritation slowly crept in behind his eyes. Things were getting nowhere and TalOS had yet to really understand what his brother thought of the Universe. It was easy to see that someone thought the Emperor was a God, many within the Mechanicum have been cursed with such heretical misunderstandings. But his brother, a Primarch of the Imperial Branch, was saying things that should have been banned within the Imperium. So TalOS needed to take the moment and listen, so that he could understand his brother and administer the coup de grace. “Lorgar, I see that you are a man with a cemented faith already.” TalOS spoke as he gripped the conversation with both his voice and nullifying radiation, “Explain to me why you think this. Why is the Emperor a God amongst mankind?” His brother smiled to TalOS which could be described as victorious. TalOS wanted to punch it off his face. Such a desire was unbecoming of TalOS but somehow just seeing the face of his brother was causing deep subconscious desires to flare. “The Word I speak is that our Father, the Emperor, is the one true God of the Universe.” Lorgar placed his thesis as the first and foremost item beyond all else, “The reasoning for it is rather simple, the might that our Father wields is divine because he shall have the entire Galaxy sundered under his heel.” “So you think Power is Divine.” TalOS placed forward to crystalize his brother’s thoughts. “Yes, for unlike your God he holds true power over the Temporal World!” Glee and excitement laced the voice of his brother as Lorgar continued his words, “You know yourself brother the power that our Father commands. Under his authority he can move entire star systems. Where he wills it, the Angels of the Legio Astartes will drop upon a planet to reap a bloody sacrifice in his name. As I have said he commands Demi-Gods, so therefore he is our God.” “So he is God because his will is Law. And because he is able to establish his presence so profoundly he is Divine.” TalOS confirmed with another hesitation. “Yes brother, but there are a plethora more reasons for his Divinity.” Lorgar said as he wreaked poisonous excitement, “You have met him in person, the aura our Father holds. A golden light which comes from Horizon to Horizon and cannot be threatened by any Mortal Weapon. Your Cult had witnessed it and that was why they declared him Omnissiah, so why did you deny his Divinity when you first met him upon the desert steppes?”
TalOS suddenly realized why he was feeling so sick for this entire time. He had been tasting the schemes that his brother had been planning to use against him for so long. Unlike him, TalOS’s beliefs were well on record if one knew to ask a Lucian Adept. Lorgar had done so and had studied his brother’s faith before TalOS even knew he existed. But this was good, for it meant that TalOS had his chance to explain matters cleanly and clearly himself. And in doing so TalOS will put to rest this foolish Pegan. “To me there are two factors which allow one to be established as a God. It is a test in a sense to have an understanding of what I sense is a divine being.” TalOS said as he leaned in, “The First is that they must be self sufficient. A great many creatures will use Worship itself as a power. Let it be those that eat the psychic power of those around them or those that use unwavering zealotry to throw millions of men to a battlefield.” “The Emperor is that he is mighty even without his Legions.” Lorgar shot in with a devily satisfied smile, “Yet you still deny him. Tell me brother, the second reason and the reason you deny our Father his rightful place upon your Pantheon?” TalOS felt a hint of annoyance as he spoke the next, “The second is that the creature must in some way be a Fundamental Truth within the Universe. This is where the Emperor Fails and the Machine God succeeds. While neither the Emperor nor the Machine God desire direct worship it is the Machine God who is fundamental to the Universe through the Motive Force.” “The Motive Force gives motion to your Machines and thus their spirits commit his will.” Lorgar summarized the rest with an understanding that he was hiding from his brother, “Brother surely you have noticed that what you said is not true. What you describe as Machine Spirits are dimmed intelligences from the Dark Age of Technology. If we removed the Machine God from that equation then it will do nothing. It would even benefit the Mechanicum as they will learn such rituals are not needed.” “You would mock my own Rituals when you surely have your own?” TalOS counted to his brother with irritation that could barely be contained. “Of course, for they are false and I have just furnished you that truth.” “That is where you are wrong, everyone is wrong.” TalOS told his brother as TalOS raised his hands, “I shall show you what is truth within the Universe.”
TalOS’s hands began to move, his body sensing the Motive Force that prevailed all around him. He felt the movement of planets as well as the relativity that was between them. That was what he wanted to sense. It was the rate of how time flowed within the Universe with relativity against one another. It was this flow that TalOS now gripped and took control of. He slowed it around him, which meant that relative to the outside it appeared as if he was speeding up. It was a hard technique which TalOS did not fully understand yet he began to perform it seamlessly. Now that he had time he began to commit the numerous actions and rituals that he practiced. He could see the growing confusion of Lorgar as TalOS got a grip upon a nearby series of pieces. His movements caused them to become animated and quite literally jump out of the containers which held them. TalOS smiled as matching pieces were placed next to one another. He slotted wires and boards into one another with the fluent actions of a master technician. This was compounded one after another to create a form that was recognizable. Metal held within it a memory and that was what TalOS was going off of. The impression of the Motive Force upon the device causing TalOS to form a bionic hand of a Skitarii which stood upon its Fingertips. TalOS completed this within thirty seconds, a new record. “That… that is sorcery!” Lorgar accused as he rose from his chair in surprise. “You are a psyker Brother.” TalOS accused Lorgar as he could taste the soul of such a creature, “Did you feel the Warp move even the slightest bit? This is not the Warp but the Truth of the Universe. The Motive Force is not an imagination but reality! Be witness to a miracle of the Machine God and accept it as Truth!” “No, you have played me. I will not be played like a fool!” Lorgar shouted with irrational anger within his heart. Lorgar knew exactly what TalOS did but he did not accept what TalOS was doing. He could not accept what was a genuine miracle before his very eyes. That the Motive Force was real, that Machine Spirits was real, and that the Machine God was very much real.>Then leave Lorgar>Demand that he be a witness! *This will start a fight*>Fine, let us eat then.
>No brother. Sorcery is what Magnus and father have mastery over. Ask them yourself. I don't use that sort of thing. I find it repulsive. So much so that I have turned myself into something that eats it. Speaking of food.>Fine, let us eat then.
>>5562975Support!Time to convert the converter.
>>5562960>No brother. Sorcery is what Magnus and father have mastery over. Ask them yourself. I don't use that sort of thing. I find it repulsive. So much so that I have turned myself into something that eats it. Speaking of food.How interesting, Lorgar will worship immaterial xenos, while TalOS worship the material one. Both hate xenos. Ahah.
>>5562998One could see it more as how Bretonnia is a thing with The Lady being an Elf Goddess changing pantheons.
>>5562960>Demand that he be a witness! *This will start a fight*Lets punch on."I have turned myself into something that eats it. Speaking of food."Lets not give him such information.
>>5563007Emperor and Magnus already know.Chaos already knows.Lorgar will know one way or another.What will hiding this information now accomplish?
>>5562960>>Demand that he be a witness! *This will start a fight*Fuck Lorgar
>>5562975>Support.He can be dismissed utterly then. A for effort Lorgar, but you refuse to accept reality. We'll show you reality later though.
>>5562960>No brother. Sorcery is what Magnus and father have mastery over. Ask them yourself. I don't use that sort of thing. I find it repulsive. So much so that I have turned myself into something that eats it. Speaking of food.>Fine, let us eat then.
>>5562960>No brother. Sorcery is what Magnus and father have mastery over. Ask them yourself. I don't use that sort of thing. I find it repulsive. So much so that I have turned myself into something that eats it. Speaking of food.>Fine, let us eat then. I'm seeing this option as a way to cripple our ,piece of shit, brother. I don't want him dead, I want him humiliated with the certainty that he's wrong. But it would be pretty cool to blind him permanently, causing an incurable wound to his soul. Will the Emperor punish us for that? Maybe, but it's still worth it.
>>5562960>Demand that he be a witness! *This will start a fight*
>>5563202I had no idea that people wanted us to eat his soul till he was weakened and humbled.That sounds like next level bullying.Let's do it.
>>5563202I don't think outright eating Lorgar is the point here. The way I'm reading it TalOS would be trying to get his last words into the situation out of anger and then ending the conversation (Which is not guaranteed to work).
>>5563313I forgot the green, let me fix it>>5562975>Support
>>5563303Well if its not going to work. Let's just eat his soul then. Let him feel the horror of his error.>>Does the emperor protect you now? You disobedient little shit? Repent your sins and listen to daddy next time. Omnomnomnom!Actually... Since he's an abuse victim, this approach might work. And since he's a primarch, he can probably grow them soul chunks back.I'm kinda tempted to vote for this. Does this make me a horrible person or does it just means that Lorgar is that repugnant in his hypocrisy and delusion?
>>5563303>Let us eat then (fried corpse starch)Maybe a homemade meal will make him less of a sanctimonius prick
>>5562960>>Fine, let us eat then.>TaL0S scaring Lorgar with technosorcery>Majorkill releases a Void dragon video>coincidence?!
>>5560871Yeah voting for the corpse starch sounds like a way to show grace after gaining the upper hand.I'm voting for soul nomming if he decides to be rude to momma.
>>5563322You're a horrible person, given your advocating the snacking on the SOUL of another person because they are irritating you.Sure, It's lorgar and we know OOC what will happen, but in context it's just the worst thing you could possible do.
>>5563368Agreed, as much as he is an irritable little shit, he is still our brother and we didn't kill/nom Fulgrim either.
>>5563368It's not like he wasn't going to feed it to some other warp parasite.But yes. That is indeed a horrible take. Question is... Is it going to help shape the Aurelian into the type of person that doesn't cause the Heresy. Anyways does the emperor not want the worship in order to avoid godhood? Does he one day want to die like a normal man after his goal of human ascendancy is fulfilled?
>>5563380Officially, or as official as Geedubs can be, Emps just wants to eradicate chaos with atheism and then set his empire up with mortal men ruling it, then wiping out the transhuman tools he used.After that? Vanish into obscurity and let men lead men.This has probably changed a lot over the years, but such is life.>>5563372oh hell no, if we get the chance during the heresy, we should EAT this motherfucker until the embers make us burp.But not until he goes full traitor.
>>5562960>>Demand that he be a witness! *This will start a fight*I still think it's a missed opportunity if we fought with Fulgrim over a minor disagreement but don't do this with Lorgar over a huge one.
>>5563406Don't worry, I think saying the Emperor is a sorceror is going to make Lorgar go full autistic and start a fight anyway
>>5563303 Boss, I'm going to make my point very clear for it to make sense. From what I understand we have a chance to save a primarch from eternal damnation before heresy, I highly doubt Lorgar gets that vote. So crippling our possible enemy right now with a lame excuse is the most valid choice. Yes I know this is not a moral choice, yes I know Tal0S wouldn't act that way, but missing out on the chance to lessen the damage this personification of abortion propaganda can do, is a moral choice in itself. I'm using these discussions to try to unbalance our opponents in the purest meta juice. Having Lorgar falling earlier, and in a less subtly to the forces of the parasites, to heal a potential soul wound would help our cause greatly. Since the emperor is kind of blinded by the four of them, creating a scenario where he has to pay more attention to the penis head would also be a win.>So fuck fair play, winning is what matters!
>>5563446Metagaming aside, crippling the soul of a primarch during a disagreement out of nowhere is a good way for us to sanctioned.
>>5563450 The second one was deleted for a reason.
>>5563470To be honest, for TalOS to suddenly and inexplicably go and cripple the soul of one of his brothers is just so out-of-character that it isn't even funny.Do you seriously think that one of the most humane of the primarchs, the one that truly feels sad when anything bad happens to people (as seen in Ahriman), would simply go "Right, time to cripple my brother", just because he doesn't agree with him on religion? TalOS has dealt with others who were much more of a threat to the imperium (the priests who knew of the Vault on Mars) and done nothing but be diplomatic to them, hell, even the ones he has been brutally efficient at dealing with (that one heretek adept that made an AI) he didn't just kill because they disagreed or annoyed him, but because they clearly went against common sense and what had been decreed in his religion as being "a bad idea to do", which they knew. Where has Lorgar done something that could (in-character) make TalOS think that crippling him, would be a good idea?
>>5563470The second was a pariah in canon, so that doesn't matter
>>5563509Actually, we don't knows that.Still TalOS isn't the canon 2nd, so it's still a bad argument
Thinking about it, do we even have any information on the canon 2nd and 11th, other then they got redacted?Actual info, not fan theories. Although I would like to know those too
Thre is no reason to fight. Fulgrim challenged MC infront of everyone, while Lorgar spell his bullshit behind the closed door. TalOs is not offended by Lorgar. Rather he thinks that Lorgar is mentally ill or have religious brain afliction. Fulgrim was insufarable git. This one looks like next door doom prophet. He anoyes you but you don't hate him - you pity him.
>>5563508 Easy, easy, this is all a matter of perspective. What people learned happened and what actually happened are different things. Think from the perspective of an ordinary citizen of the empire, what is his view of our dear Tal0S? The representative of the alliance between the red cultists and the emperor, someone religious, loyal to his convictions. That always tries to help the cause of humanity as he can, in addition to the fact that rumors of his presence invoke fear even in superhumans. Furthermore, he has faced one of his brothers before for questioning his faith and his loyalty to the emperor. If they suddenly hear of another sibling quarrel ,where Tal0S has been accused of being disloyal and to be following a fanatical faith, by a sibling who openly violates Imperial law, it is obvious that they will not find it strange that another commotion happened. The wound mainly happened because Tal0S was in possession at the time of an experimental technology that unfortunately was triggered by accident during the confrontation, leaving his brother injured. After all this would be a wound in the soul that is not immediately visible to normal eyes. Yes we have the excuse ready to be scolded but not destroyed for attacking someone violating the words of our dear Papi.>All of this was nothing more than a sad accident in the heat of the moment. Which would at least give my "dick-head" a less stupid reason to act the way he did. Look, that would even be a good excuse to better control our time skills.
>>5563530..... You have not answered the one most pertinent question that i asked. What in-character reason would TalOS have, where maiming his own brother would seem like a good and reasonable idea?What you have written down is what the situation would look like for an outside bystander IF TalOS were to do it. That does NOT give any reason for WHY he should do it.
>>5563546>>5563368>>5563372>>5563380>>5563406>>5563409>>5563446>>5563508Tal0s is a religious zealot dealing with a Heretic. A Heretic that is calling him out, for heresy... After being openly heretical.Despite having his heresy examined and sanctioned.Do you see how that could end up badly?Especially after he (presumably) does something stupid like deeply upset Ta0s' maternal unit? AFTER HE'S ALREADY TRIED TO MAKE PEACE WITH THE HOLY CORPSE STARCH??????>>NO FORGIVENESS, ONLY THE PURGING OF FILTH, HE SHOULD BE LUCKY WE ONLY TOOK A BIT OFF THE TOP! DEUS MECHANICUS!I also find it hilarious that Lorgar would be getting his ass cheeks clapped by a fellow zealot because he wanted to T-pose with his religious dong out.Trying to assert his position as the religious favored son towards the actual son with the state sanctioned religion. And telling him he's wrong, and a sorcerer (which is an insult. Granted one that is allowed)while denying hospitality, decorum, and a fucking MIRACLE.
>>5563301>>5563202yeah no, Reading your option the QM's vote is much more in line with the general consensus. Since it uses the vote in the option for peace and avoiding harm, rather then "Nom nom".How is Lorgar going to eat in that situation? the given situation doesn't make sense for that prompt.
>>5563595I think people are just having fun with it. I would laugh if we wanted to end it here with mutual destruction. But I'm going to set passed this and get to the actual heresy since I have better things planned. So those that vote to eat Lorgar will instead be voting in favor of violence.
>>5563599I have no problem with violence... But since we can't have ultra violence. I'll be supporting peace through food and family.>>Fine, let us eat then.
>>5563546 A lore coherent reason? Fine, here it is: Our dear void dragon it a God correct? Which means he can partially see into the future. He knows he will lose nearly half of his power and influence over the galaxy if the parasites wins this game. And their most important pawn in this scheme, is in front of his chosen one, he can get rid of this thorn and change the worst case scenario at a low cost. After all, there is no guarantee that the Emperor would destroy Tal0S immediately, because of the political situation. So he decides to act, he manifests himself directly in reality once more and makes our noble and dear Tal0S, act against his will (maybe I don't know if he would resist a divine inspiration), and almost kill the thumbhead . There you go, Tal0S's personality hasn't been changed and we still have a chance to beat this motherfucker up.
>>5563525No. They are literally there to become >your guy the same way there are "hundreds" of drukhari archons for me to make my own OC.
>>5563633The Dragon being locked up in the vaults isn't just for show anon
>>5563637Are you the anon that was painting an army of deldar?
>>5563640That's me yeah! I changed to another city to finish my medicine internship and this one features HEAT. Which is terrible for acrilyc painting.... I'll put it on hold 'till the summer ends
>>5563640I never finished my army, with many details missing but I have the feeling no one would argue that it isn't battle ready
>>5563633... But there's no need for that. Tal0S is a zealot. A well adjusted one but definitely a zealot. Lorgar is a confirmed heretic. Unapologetic and who isn't even trying to hide his contempt.In fact he's outright insulting us after seeing a miracle... Let that sink in. Tal0S wasted a miracle on a fucking heretic. One that was explicitly told by his god to STOP HIS SHIT.He's no longer a heretic. He's a charlatan using his god for self agrandisement. He's a fucking televangelist milking the people who he's supposed to be caring for. A false prophet seeking his own glory instead of the will of his God. Tal0S doesn't even recognise the Emperor as the Omnissaiah but obeys him and has grown to love him for all his faults. So why can Mr so called numbah#1 fanboy fucking do the same? I'll tell you why. Because he is a deluded little boy that wants to do things his way but doesn't have the balls or the intellectual honesty to admit the truth to others or himself.And tal0s cannot abide that.
>>5563678Good luck with your internship anon, I liked your painting updates>>5563680It's looking good already, just a bit unpolished
The Final Snipe>>5562998>>5563125>>5563726>>5562975>>5563076>>5563122>>5563194>>5563314FUCK YOU>>5563007>>5563048>>5563202>>5563590>>5563277>>5563406Lets be nice>>5563354I think the Final Snipe actually wins, this will be stupid fun.
>>5563759I'm looking forward to see how he will respond.Will he start a fight like Fulgrim? Seethe? Try to argue more? All of it at once?
What if Tal0S managed to offend and/or antagonize everyone that would become a traitor?Would the Emperor start blaming him? Or would malcador joyfully make him his 2nd?Can we make a Blackstone version of the golden throne?
I must have forgotten to vote>FUCK YOU