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The first time that TalOS met Angron it was the Primarch being bound to a table with his consciousness forcefully withdrawn from reality. TalOS looked over a well built body that looked to have been purposefully crafted to exemplify what it means to be a strong man. Many of these muscles were to some extent, harmful to the person who possessed them but to the eye of the outsider would see them as a perfection of training.

TalOS took through his mind the numerous logs that were etched by his brothers within the Mechanicum and studied them for another moment. Such an action took his mind’s eye, and as such his real eyes were left to glance throughout the room.

The chamber that they were within was a relatively darkened chamber deep within the Imperial Palace. The room was, as always, layered with some forms of gold. However the gold here was darkened, with the edgings being consumed by the darkness of the room which it was built within.

This was not normal gold though. This room was made of Auric.

Through the sorceries of the Emperor the room was completely isolated from the outside. It did not matter if it was Psychic or Motive both forces were forced away from the chamber. It would have drawn a certain hunger from TalOS except that he was standing next to a large conduit of Psychic power.

The Emperor looked at the open brain of Angron as TalOS was kneeling beside him doing the wonderful work of Genecraft with his hands. Where the Emperor was at one side of him, to the other was Malcador who studied the organ with a studied, but ignorant eye.

TalOS had taken the skull of Angron and severed it into several pieces so that the access to the brain would be unlimited. The brain itself was held within a stasis field. To work upon it, TalOS bent the forces of time in such a way that his hands would not be stuck in a different period of time than the rest of his body. It was tough, but the symbols which were now etched within a pair of gauntlets allowed him a better ease in working it.

By keeping the brain in this state it kept the mind of Angron asleep by whatever means the Emperor used to tame a Primarch. It also made sure that no further damage would be done, with each cellular movement being done with express permission of TalOS.

It was the best situation and place the Genetor could have prayed to work within except his own workshop. But what was before him…

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“As you see here, several pieces of the frontal lobe were severed by these Butcher’s Nails.” TalOS told the two others as he began moving the cells of the brain to expose the inner pieces of the brain, “Here are the connections that this piece of technology has been connected within the brain. Here and here it has been adapted with a Man Machine Interface that would be similar to those found on a Titan’s Princeps, which allows the device a deep connection to the one who is attached to it.”

“It does not interface with just the brain.” The Emperor said as he reached in and pointed with a small piece of metal to the connection, “Those who made it did not understand it, but the Manifold connects directly to the soul of whoever uses it.”

“We always wondered if that was the case.” TalOS admitted as what was roughly eight centuries worth of theological debate among the Priests of Mars was suddenly answered by the most Ancient of Men within the Galaxy, “But this machine goes deeper than just that. Manifold connections were not meant to be used to replace large amounts of mental functions but instead press through the person’s own mental faculties.”

TalOS brought his hand through and turned his brother’s brain to the side with a cautious gesture which moved space time, “Right here, here, and here there is no brain. This part here would have previously held the functions of joy, this one pain, this one anguish, this one I theorized has something to do with psychic might. The Butcher’s Nails do not simply modify how the brain thinks, they have become a part of who Angron is.”

“It is too late.” The Emperor said as he knew the next words that TalOS was about to say.

With a small but of regret TalOS answered, “The equivalent to this is someone being connected to a Titan for what appears to be eighty years. It is understood by that point that the Princeps has become the Titan, and the Titan has become in some way who the Princeps is.”

TalOS took in a breath as he finished the thought, “The removal of these machines upon Angron, even if these regions were regrown, will result in an event similar to Titan Death. Seventy three point five Princeps who suffer Titan Death will die along the Titan, with the longer they are connected to the Titan directly correlated to the likelihood of instant death. If what you say is true Father, this death is likely the event of the soul being torn asunder under the stress of removal.”

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TalOS moved back from the body along with everyone else as they left the body of Angron to sit in this stillness, “The body of a Primarch however is the factor I do not fully understand here. From what I have studied I believe that there is the chance that I could restart the brain. It will generate a new consciousness, and in doing so it will generate a new Soul in most likelihood. Is that… reasonable?”


It was Malcador who delivered the news, “The soul of a Primarch is as valuable as their body. If we lose the soul of Angron than whatever person is created through this process will not have the abilities we associate with a Primarch. He will speak, think, and act as Angron does but it is not him.”

“Then he will suffer the same issues that a clone does.” TalOS took in a breath as he pointed at a few placed upon the device, “There is a few more issues with the Butcher’s Nails that I wish to note then. If we cannot remove it then we should consider whether we want to fix what is already here.”

TalOS began pointing at a series of places where overgrowth had overtaken the mechanical implements, “These Nails were not designed to be placed within a Primarch. It is only thanks to their elegant design that they have somewhat stabilized with the body of Angron. Left unchecked though, then I can say with confidence that my brother will die ninety five years from this day, with a margin of error of roughly six months either direction.”

TalOS could taste the solemn sadness flowing within the room.

“Would you be able to correct it?” The Emperor asked as he looked to TalOS with a stern but yielding pair of eyes.

“Correction can be administered with risk of permanent changes. It would not be as aggressive as changing the entire function of the Butcher’s Nails, but I would not try the latter as it will result in Manifold Rejection by the Soul. It would depend on the willpower of Angron to sustain injuries incurred by these modifications.”

“He will choose to succumb to it.” The Emperor said as he placed a hand upon the table his son sat upon, “I understand that these Nails have an additional effect of reducing the victim’s ability to kill themselves in means other than battle?”

“The Nails remove their ability to have that as even a consideration. Always shall Angron feel the high of battle and the preservation instincts of mankind that make us so strong in times of terror. When he is readjusting, he will no longer be supported by the Nails.” TalOS said as he nodded, “I assume your assessment relates to his rescue from Nuceria?”

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The Emperor and Malcador looked at one another having a conversation that TalOS could not hear. How they could have such a conversation was something that TalOS did not know, for his presence should have eliminated their ability to commit this action. Maybe it had something to do with the Psychic Binding that the two shared, where to some extent Malcador and the Emperor’s soul were one in the same.

It was the Emperor who said their thoughts, “Their garments were covered in the skulls they had killed, many of the City Eaters being collectors of these Skulls. Angron did not make for himself a throne of these Skulls but his followers had tried several times to give them to him as an offering of their allegiance.”

“He was being assisted by a Cult of Khorne?” The name TalOS spoke without fear as he was immune to the influence of the powerful Warp Entity. How he learned the name was simple, the Shard of Khaine knew it.

“The Cults of the Warp many times do not know they are worshiping any of these beings. I had seen their attempts to infiltrate mankind at several points within the history of mankind, but I exterminated their influence through unifying mankind under a faith in a single benevolent but domainless deity.” The Emperor admitted as he looked closely at his son, “When they have the opportunity to do so, they will take hold.”

Terrifying as always these God-Like beings of the Warp. To take the guise of the C’Tan so that they could generate a massive amount of power towards the Warp. It made TalOS sick.

As TalOS looked upon his brother he wondered what to do with him. He wondered if he should try and plea for the life of his brother, to try and ask for his longevity.

>Ask if we can do the procedure anyways.
>Let Angron have his timer, it will be a good timer for him to just die before risks come.
>Ask he has the choice.

>>5585088
>Ask he has the choice.

A very revealing and satisfying answer on 'Why the Emperor didn't just save the Gladiators'. Good job!

This is a tricky one. OOC I don't think Angron is the Primarch we should try to save, not that I think we can.
IC. . .TalOS knows Angron's life will be one of pain, anger, and suffering at also the mystery of the loss of his planetary brothers and sisters. No one, not even we who know the answer, can give it to him.

He likely knows and calculates the Emperor is thinking of just using him for an intended purpose. High likelihood of just following through with what happened in canon, locking him in his ship with the other world eaters until he calms down just enough to get to killing aliens and non-compliant planets.

The Emperor is willing to brook such a cold but necessary decision. So would TalOS I think, if it were the best and safest option in the face of Chaos.

But is it the most efficient decision? The safest? Or would he choose compassion over the first two?

>>5585088
>Ask he has the choice.

>>5585088
>Ask he has the choice.
Rip angron you were screwed from the start
Could we use the opportunity to hook the nails up to a titan?
Hes already similar to a princeps

>>5585122
That's how you get the Abominatus

You don't want the Abominatus

>>5585088
>Ask he has the choice.

>>5585088
>Ask if we can do the procedure anyways.
No matter what we do, we are already accomplice to the fact that Angron isn't going to be able to make an informed choice. Any choice we give him is, well, a bit arbitrary.

We can't reveal why his gladiators were killed. We cannot help him get free or be released from the Emperor (he will still be an effective prisoner on his ship).

Best thing we can do is maybe, just maybe, giving him clearer thought to see.

Any choice he makes now will be clouded by the Butcher's Nails.

>>5585088
>Let Angron have his timer, it will be a good timer for him to just die before risks come.
Angron is Khornes 2nd choice, if we change things we risk Sanguinius or worse, Dorn.

>>5585088

>Ask if we can do the procedure anyways.
I think we should at least try, maybe the die rolls on one and we manage to save one more, it's not like the alternative is much better, isn't it?

>>5585088
>Let Angron have his timer, it will be a good timer for him to just die before risks come.

>>5585088
>Let Angron have his timer, it will be a good timer for him to just die before risks come.

>Turn Angron into a titan

>>5585088
>Ask he has the choice.

>>5585088
>Ask if we can do the procedure anyways.
The other two choices sound like they'd just result in the same canon result. This one seems interesting.

>>5585088
>Let Angron have his timer, it will be a good timer for him to just die before risks come.

As sad as Angrons fate is, it is better he fall than any other brother

>>5585088
>>Ask he has the choice.

Ask Angron
>>5585108
>>5585118
>>5585122
>>5585148
>>5585586
>>5585960

Do it
>>5585168
>>5585529
>>5585619

He shall die
>>5585417
>>5585540
>>5585543
>>5585803

>>5585088
>>Let angron have his timer.
I wish we could vote for
>>make angron a titan

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The Genetor looked down upon his patient, the slumbering face of Angron appearing to be in so much pain even as he laid before them sleeping. A small part of TalOS really did want to help his brother, to make the actions that would save a life. However, the risks involved were too much for such a unilateral decision to be made.

“Father, Uncle, can we ask Angron if he wishes to be saved?” TalOS requested as he looked upon the Emperor and Malcador, “I will not doom him against his own will, but if he wishes to be saved in some capacity I can grant it.”

The Emperor gave a solemn glance at his son before turning towards TalOS with a faint frown that adorned such a powerful visage, “I will ask him. You know the answer he will give already though.”

TalOS took in a breath as he began putting the bits of skull back in their proper positions, “He will, in all likelihood, say no. From the records I have read his outrage at your actions was enough that he slaughtered most of his High Command by his very own hands.”

“He will not, but I will ask anyways.” The Emperor spoke as he turned towards Malcador, “We need to make sure that Angron is watched over in due time. Will his Legion be willing to follow through with this?”

“There are some among their ranks, their Psykers, who do not feel as deep a kinship with him. I shall task them with giving up updates through the Astropaths.”

“Then we watch him like a Prisoner.” TalOS asked as he could only shake his head in shame, “My brother, oh brother, to think that this fate befell you. There is nothing you can do, for even your reason has been pulled. I can only hope that one day, when the Machine God looks upon you, that the weapon he possessed pierces both of your hearts.”

With those sombered words TalOS cleaned up the work site and reattached what was the skull of Angron. Through use of a calcium gel and regrowth that made his brother whole again. There was a moment here he wondered if he should drive a scalpel through his head, as a mercy stroke, but the need for all Legions was present as it was recognized they could be lost in battle.

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To his word the Emperor asked the awakened Angron whether he would wish to be saved. The man, in a fury, declared that he will never sleep lest the chance someone tries to ‘save’ him.

With those words the newly rechristened World Eaters went into the Crusade. Their path quickly became a deliberate wrecking ball of destruction which was equal to an exterminatus. Angron, above all others, did not care how many of his sons died when they were released upon a world.

It was known to TalOS thanks to the Tech Priests of the orders Angron enforced. If a planet was not culled within the time period that the Primarch declared at the moment of their arrival, then all those upon the planet will find themselves killed by the hands of their own Father.

There was no reason for this. Even Perturabo who had indeed declared the deaths of his own sons, had a reasonable sense of mind when doing so. Here Angron was simply doing it because he hated everyone and everything.

A Prisoner of obligation without the power to attack the Emperor. Angron was still a Primarch and knew that if he tried anything then the Wolves of Fenris would be thrown at them. And at that moment they will lose. If there is ever a rebellion though one can guarantee that Angron will be one of its founders.

As for the rest of the Crusade the battles were won handily. Entire swaths of space were now being claimed as the Astartes were unimpeded by a foe as powerful as them. As TalOS understood it the Galactic Core was sieged and gained by Rogal Dorn, with the vassalage of the Squats as his bounty. For that the Mechanicum was flooded with new technologies of what was a previously powerful Empire.

It was at this time that the One Hundred Year anniversary of the Great Crusade was struck. To this event the entirety of the Great Crusade found itself crawling to a halt as the Emperor returned to Terra for the celebration.

In addition to this, all of his sons were called upon to attend the event. Only Angron and Jaghatai Khan were missing from the event, one either too angry or the other too aloof within the Galaxy to care what was happening within the core of the Empire.

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+Everything looks so much more lively!+ Cheered UZ1 as she looked out the window of the Custodian Driven transport that was taking them down towards Terra.

TalOS gave a certain nod as he heard her cheer, +This is a celebration above even the discovery of the Primarchs. For One Hundred years their liege has been gone serving the stars above as they were administered by a Regent. Today, the Emperor officially arrives with festivities upon his mind.+

+Do you think he has grown tired of such a long stretch of war?+ UZ1 placed forward with a sense of curiosity and thought.

+He has lost a great many good people as well as a Son when out in the stars. Only in humanity’s war against the Abominable Intelligences did we war for a longer period of time without rest. Today we are given that rest.+ TalOS said as he grew a smile, +Many of us need that rest. Dorn and Rogal have taken care of themselves, but to think that Perturabo decided to show himself is quite something.+

+He likes you~+ UZ1 joked with a coy smile, +He is only here because you are here, or should I infer anything else from his announcement to being right after yours?+

+If you tell that to his face he will try to punch you.+ TalOS said knowing full well that is the risk.

+Maybe if you were not around, but do you think he would misbehave like a child if you were watching him?” UZ1 put forward with a slight devilish tint to her words, +Even if he is a Primarch he will not have me so easily. He would not realize that I possess augmentations created with both of our minds put together.”

+You are correct.+ TalOS said as he looked at his messages, +Maybe it is part of the game he unwittingly plays, but I do not see an invitation from him. Magnus has invited me as well as Dorn and Guilliman, but not the brother you claims loves he dearly.+

+From what you shared with me he would never put himself in such a position.+ UZ1 said as she glanced at the records TalOS was now sharing, +Does not mean you shouldn’t spend time with your other brothers. Who knows, maybe if you join one of your brothers then he will follow.+

>Join Magnus on his journey into the chambers of Terra
>Hang out with Roboute and Dorn. Maybe we can get Roboute Drunk
>Track down Perturabo, he's gotta be hiding somewhere.
>Invite Perty to something *Suggestions are to be taken*

>>5586065
>Track down Perturabo, he's gotta be hiding somewhere.

>>5586065

>Track down Perturabo, he's gotta be hiding somewhere.

I feel the presence of a hidden bonus, my instincts scream to go in that direction. Also considering how quick our conversations with him usually are, I'd say it would be possible for us to visit someone else. Unless he's working on one of his super projects, which would be just as badass!

>>5586065
>Invite Perty to something *Suggestions are to be taken*
Magnus AND Perty went spelunking into Terra to see what they could find in lore

Imagine if 3 Primarchs went instead of just 2?
We're quite the bunch:
The Psyker
The Null
and the Man in Between

>>5586065
>>Track down Perturabo, he's gotta be hiding somewhere.
100% sure he is playing minecraft irl

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>>5586065
I wish to know of any thigh augmentations UZ1 has undergone.
Invite Perty to something *Suggestions are to be taken*
> Pertbro lets go bully Conrad, bring your Blackstone.
Pic related: how i see TalOS, imagine the robe in Lucius White, red stripe. Add the Chrono Gaunlets from last scene. Add some bolts to the shoulder and neck (like Frankenstein) Add some guns tucked in.

>>5586065
>Track down Perturabo, he's gotta be hiding somewhere
Bless his autistic heart. Let's go play some Legos with him

>>5586094
>>5586065
>support, sounds like fun

>>5586065
>Hang out with Roboute and Dorn. Maybe we can get Roboute Drunk

bring Perturabo with us he needs to try and make some friends

>>5586094
>Hang out with Roboute and Dorn. Maybe we can get Roboute Drunk
Hanging out with Perturabo sounds fun, but really (Guilliman, DAV1S, and Dorn) are the Three Musketeers of the Imperium's empire builders.

>>5586434
Meant to reply to >>5586065

>>5586065
>Join Magnus on his journey into the chambers of Terra
What can be cooler than the light and dark working together??? The strongest Alpha and the strongest Omega.
I vote for this only because the thematic significance

What about Russ? Where is he? We own him a drink for not coming to fight on the front lines as our alliance dictates.

>>5586065
>Track down Perturabo, he's gotta be hiding somewhere.

>>5586065
>Join Magnus on his journey into the chambers of Terra

>>5586065
>Track down Perturabo, he's gotta be hiding somewhere.
Angron be Angron, let's force Pert to socialise.

>>5586670
He became the emperor's executioner so he is trying not to get close with other legions

>>5586695
Nah. He very much does get close or at least stays friendly with a number of other primarchs, notably Khan and Horus come to mind.

The one who doesn't get close with anyone, the Emperor's true exterminator, was Lion. Russ is a warning loud and clear, Lion is the one who quietly removes the Emperor's problems.

>Hang out with Roboute and Dorn. Maybe we can get Roboute Drunk

We gotta chill with the kings

Track. Him. Down.
>>5586087
>>5586092
>>5586101
>>5586305
>>5586676
>>5586685

Invite
>>5586094
>>5586411
>>5586434
>>5586128

Roboute and Dorn
>>5586432
>>5587140

Magnus's Magical Journey
>>5586601
>>5586683

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The landing upon Terra had no issues, as expected of the Custodians who were guarding every single person and action that was taken at this event. Such vigilance was not surprising as the Imperial Palace today was open to the masses to wonder and explore at their heart’s content.

The golden arches, the statues, and paintings lined all the walls to a greater extent than TalOS had ever seen before. It seemed that the Emperor of Mankind had even more cultural artifacts of humanity hidden away from the eyes of man or the washing light of the sun. To show his extravagance and power though it was seemingly reasoned that they would leave their protections to bask in the eyes of the common man.

In doing so the Emperor raised his already grand prestige among the masses, which becomes an even greater power within the warp. It was not worship, but people thinking that he was that powerful makes him that powerful.

A political game with the will of humanity. TalOS reasoned that to be the most straight forward explanation.

+Do you have anything planned?+ TalOS asked UZ1 as they walked these grandiose halls in search of his brother.

UZ1 gave a joking pout while looking up towards TalOS, +But I want to meet him.+

+Do you understand the risks that are involved with that?+ TalOS questioned to make sure that his fellow had a full understanding.

+If your matrix is accurate then we will not have a problem. From what I have heard he needs more than just you.+ UZ1 pointed out as they crossed a threshold which brought them deeper into the Imperial Palace.

+I understand then.+ TalOS said as they continued their search of the wayward Primarch.

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The search would be hard, for Perturabo was just a single person among the now millions who were within the Imperial Palace. With such troubles recognized swiftly the two Priests decided that they would use the population to their advantage.

With the Mechanicum being a founding partner in the Imperium of Mankind, many of its Priests were invited to the festivities to help the Priests of Mars socialize among the residents of Terra. A tenth present were of this caste of mankind and so TalOS began sending messages between each of them with the goal of their search.

Within five minutes the location was determined after testimone and visual evidence of three thousand Priests were analyzed.

In what were a great many chambers around the Imperial Palace was the chamber set aside for the Custians to practice their craft. Just like everything else in the Imperial Palace these were so ornate that people were allowed to wander about in a reasonable capacity. For this reason many of them alerted TalOS that they had seen Perturabo traveling to where the smithy was.

There was a laughter that carried itself across the halls as the two Priests continued their approach. It was UZ1 who decided to voice her notice, +That is your brother Vulkan’s voice.+

+It appears to be so.+ TalOS answered as they continued their journey.

“My brother, you only need to ask.” Laughed Vulkan as the sound of hard flash hitting armor echoed, “By this design it will take me a few days to make. Is that fine by you?”

“Don’t drive it in.” The words came through like a seething plea, “Get it made.”

“I understand brother.” Vulkan said as TalOS could just hear the smile forming on the lips of their brother, “We have some guests.”

TalOS looked through the doorway to see a somewhat petrified Perturabo and a smiling Vulkan looking at him. The tallest of them had some piece of paper within his hand which was quickly stowed away within the smithing apron that the Giant was currently waiting along with the tools that were on his person.

“Good to see you brother!” Cheered Vulkan as he walked over and gave TalOS a large hug, “How tough you are now! Hahaha!”

“It is a pleasure to see you Vulkan.” TalOS said as he was put down by the ash black giant.

“My brother, when you have an opportunity I ask that you visit my vessel in space. There is something I want to show you there.” Vulkan said as he walked by and through the hallway, “Something has come up that I need to take care of. Perturabo, don’t be so cold.”

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The two Priests watched Vulkan leave the room, but to what seemed to be worry written upon the face of Perturabo. Such an expression began to remove itself as the sternness of iron that he always held before. Rarely will he let himself be exposed in such a way, but this moment seemed to be one of the few that did so.

“Brother, it is nice to see you again.” TalOS said as he placed a hand upon the woman next to him, “My Partner in the Cult, UZ1, decided to come with me here today because she wanted to meet you.”

“Fine.” Was the answer. What TalOS could taste was a small amount of glee at the simple words, along with a small amount of annoyance.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Perturabo.” UZ1 said while giving a courteous bow that would have caused even the greatest of Fabricator Generals to feel a sense of respect, “I pray that we get along well in the future. I want to see more of my brother in law’s face.”

Perturabo was as blank as it could be. The sternness that was within his face was lost as he heard the words ‘Brother-In-Law’ and it did not change for two and a half seconds. UZ1 knew not to say any religious terms, and that had caused a subtle flair, but she had masterfully played a Primarch.

“The Mechanicum does not have marriage.” Perturabo said as he regained his senses and looked down upon UZ1.

“In nominal terms, but when you translate the terms of our research agreement we are essentially married.” UZ1 put forward with a kind smile, “How can you be surprised that your brother found a partner? He is intelligent and charming to a fault.”

“UZ1, there is no need to confuse Perturabo.” TalOS announced with a sigh.

That was enough for the Primarch to get his image back and speak with certainty, “Do not play with me, Priest.”

UZ1 gave a smile as she extended her hand towards the Primarch without reserve, “But is that not what family does? I did not lie when I said it was a pleasure to meet my Brother-In-Law, but I was too blunt. I am UZ1 K0LT, it is my pleasure to meet you.”

“Perturabo.” The Primarch said within receiving the handshake. From the taste TalOS had, the Primarch was really unsure of the situation.

>Invite him for some holo-games
>Lets smith some thing
>Have a drink to bullshit.
>Other ideas?

>>5587182
Sounds like Pertbro is getting Vulkbro to make us some thangs.
>Invite him for some holo-games
Minecraft: Space Architecture Edition
"Wow Pertbro your civilian designs sure are nifty"

>>5587182
>Invite him for some holo-games

>>5587182
>Invite him for some holo-games

>>5587182
>Invite him for some holo-games

>Magos S1d M313r's Civilization XX
>we go for tech victory while Pert goes for culture

>>5587182
>Invite him for some holo-games
A game that has to do with building.

BTW I've always wondered. In the previous times we met him he always becomes confused at first and looks towards space, do we cause him not to see the eye of terror anymore because of our pariah field?

>>5587182
>Invite him for some holo-games
Is he getting that blackstone crafted?

>>5587182

>Invite him for some holo-games.

It's nice to have some slower movements before the heresy starts, but I'd like to talk to alpharius one last time before the end. Even if it's just to know his opinions about our choices and actions.

>>5587471
Same.
I'm conflicted whether or not to save Perturabo or Alpharius.

The Horus Heresy was not a war waged by military strength, but treachery and deception.

But it would be swell to have Pert on our side. Between Perturabo, Us, and Dorn who could possibly have the military strength to stand against us?

>>5587495
Add in Robute and these 4 could probably beat just about everything given enough time.

>>5587520
Oh yeah of course Roboute. I'm sure his Ultramar Reconquista is going even more splendidly with our help than in canon, and also absorbing Ferrus.

Lion would have been up there, prior to the Rangdan war, but I suspect QM still had the Dark Angels basically massacred by the Rangdan War. Tbh I feel bad for him he's basically Pert if he had more self confidence He sacrificed it all, a chance for empire, his sons, even fame and glory for deeds which will be hidden by the Emperor's own hand.

And yet he serves faithful and true despite it, and does not waver. I think TalOS can respect that, even if he is ware the Dark Angels were meant to be the Mechanicum's counter. I bet the Emperor is fuming that he's mangled his biggest trump card against the Admech. But we focus on Perturabo because he needs help. Lion needs no one to bolster his faith in himself and the cause. Perty does, you give healing those who are ill, not healthy.

>>5587347
I think so, yes.

>>5587495
Maybe if we save Pert Alpharius will be loyal and it'll be his twin that is traitor splitting his legion in half.

If we are given a chance Pert is the one i'm going to save over all others.

>>5587534

Nano do you think we've done enough to have more influence over the cult than Horus?

>>5587869

I would gladly accept this result.

>>5587869
>Alpharius will be loyal and it'll be his twin that is traitor splitting his legion in half.
Isn't that what already happens in canon? Alpharius and Omegon switched names and identities when Omegon was found, so the one that went traitor was the twin all along.

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You all do not know the perfect game for this situation.

Perturabo did not know if he enjoyed his time being with his brother TalOS, or was simply subjecting himself to the man’s whims. The latter had credit for the Iron Warrior saw his brother as a shelter in a harsh storm that has always been raging across his entire life.

Perturabo took the moment to look up and stare at the ceiling. Normally there would be more, normally there would be the Star Maelstrom spinning within his vision judging each and every action that he made. It was a hateful eye which judged everything that Perturabo did as inadequate, whether it be designing schematics for a new fortress or waging his war across the stars.

Never was it perfect, never was he free from scrutiny. Only in times of war did he see it just to bring his schemes to the forefront, for without doing so he would lose. Beyond the judgment of the star he hated the mal-judgment of his peers more.

“Here we are, I knew I detected one.” The smile of TalOS formed as he reached up to what was a cogitator array. It was a powerful system meant for the Custodian Guard’s use if they wished to pursue technological pursuits. Perturabo expected nothing less of his Father's Guardians.

The Primarch watched as his brother took out a small machine and began overriding the cogitator array before them. If Perturabo was correct his brother had broken through the array’s defenses and was now the administrator of the consol. In this state, TalOS made the machine think he was the owner and could make it do whatever he wanted it to do.

“Alright Perturabo, go over there and grab that chair. UZ1 and I will have direct wired connections to the system while you will have to use the Array’s systems.” His brother said as his research partner sat down upon the floor.

“Fine.” He said while taking the Custodian sized chair and resting upon it, “What battle stratagem will we be simulating?”

“It will not be a battle stratagem.” His brother said as the cogitator’s turned on, “It is a manufactorium simulation. You reap the land, build machines, fight off the invasion, and continue until you can get off the planet.”

While the premise sounded reasonable, “Why would I waste my time with this? How can this be used to better the front lines?” Perturabo made sure his brother could feel his annoyance at such a suggestion.

“You will see.” Was all his brother said as he too sat down at the other side of the cogitator array.

Perturabo wondered if he should just leave these Priests to whatever they were planning on doing. Then again, what else was he going to do? Their Father demanded they come back to Terra and celebrate. Perturabo couldn't care less about celebration, so he will just do this.

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Perturabo looked at the massive gunline which was facing the enemy. Another horde was coming forward towards his fortress of solitude for the fifty eighth time and for the fifty eighth time they shall be repelled.

The Horde, he scouted, was roughly five hundred thirty three entities large. At a ratio of two to three were the main combat forms and the range scout forms who would attack his walls at a range. They were going up against thirty turrets each loaded with Mk. 2 Uranium Enriched rounds that would deal fifteen damage per shot.

The creatures quickly began rushing the frontline in the massive horde just as the Orks do on so many different fronts. Perturabo gave a laugh as a quarter of their forces were cut down to a man by the defenses that he had prepared.

As these melee based creatures were being killed Perturabo had designed the area roughly ten squares away from the walls as targets for the artillery. These positions, before Perturabo even saw them, were where the ranged spitter forms would congregate themselves. They were annihilated with just five shells.

A personal record, Perturabo noted. He had a full understanding of these Xenos and now they were but pest for eradication. Said eradication was already underway as the Artillery that he activated earlier moved to target the nests that these foul xenos had come from.

As this happened Perturabo looked over to see a train rush right by him. With a click of his finger he saw that the vessel was carrying the Uranium fuel that empowered his turrets. He looked over to see the mining rigs continue their work in extracting the resources from this location, which would then be refined into the powergrid that would then allow him to transfer his turrets to laser based ones.

Really he wished he could have used Plasma based turrets but the grid was not able to withstand that. The power grid was always matching the brim when it came to power as every time Perturabo excess power it was devoted to a laser turret. Kinetic based systems however did not have power, and as such were perfect for sudden bursts of expansion to claim new resources.

“Uranium is in.” Perturabo looked away from the screen towards the woman who had been sitting next to him for… how long?

“Make sure it does not overwhelm out refinery. If we need to store it off the belts we can do that.” TalOS said as he too spoke, “Perty, you want to continue your expansion or you finally coming back?”

Perturabo grew a smile as he tapped into the train system to override one of the trains, “I will be arriving in three minutes.”

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The Iron Warrior looked at his systems with a close eye and rank the calculations within his mind. He studied it for a moment, then another moment more. Quickly he referenced the chart systems that were present and noticed that something was off, “Where did our Iron Plates go? Did one of you build something thats consuming them all?”

“Our local Iron Deposit has been drained from the looks of things.” TalOS answered while not moving a single muscle. Unlike reality though the Primarch’s character was flying across the screen with ease and fluidness that Perturabo could not replicate.

“I will prepare for the next expansion.” Perturabo answered with a grin on his face.

“You sure?” UZ1 asked as her avatar stood next to his brother’s, “We need someone to prepare the train depo for the increase in Iron delivery. This simulation is to help you learn all parts of production.”

“I do not need the experience, but I will do it since you asked.” Perturabo said as he began walking to what was, admittitively, a massive train yard.

He would not admit it but he had to study it for a few moments to comprehend what the two Priests made. Then he began to think, how long does it normally take for this much material to be processed and made?

HIs brain began to think and rationalize every piece of metal that was before him. He then looked at the rate of their train track production, cut it by the amount needed for discovery, and then compared the numbers.

“How long have we been training?” Perturabo asked as he wanted to verify his calculation.

“Three days, twelve hours, twenty three minutes and nine seconds.” TalOS answered without moving a single muscle.

Perturabo could not think, not when he felt a massive amount of pain welling within his stomach. It was like a knot which had tied itself tightly around his intestines and was strangling them in an attempt to murder them.

Three and a half days. He had been… playing a game for three and a half days.

Never had he felt so shameful.

>Smash one’s head into the cogitator
>Just get up and walk away
>Throw oneself at the nearest wall.
>Suggest other punishments Perturabo would inflict upon himself.

>>5588026
Hilarious update. TalOS even called him 'Perty'
>Suggest other punishments Perturabo would inflict upon himself.
Kick himself in the balls.

>>5588026
>Throw oneself at the nearest wall.

Lmao, Pert has suffered from the issue we all do with this game.

>>5588026
>Suggest other punishments Perturabo would inflict upon himself.
He has to train with his worst sons until they get to a suitable level
And no he is not allowed to kill, hurt or maim them during this

>>5588026
>Just get up and walk away
Gamer Primarch

>>5588043
Thats not the joke thats happening here.

>>5588038
TalOS: ONE MORE GAME NOOBURABO

>>5587873
I'd like to think so. Or at least done everything we can to fight for Martian loyalty this time around.

I still cross my fingers on the possibility of the final great battle not being fought over the skies of Terra, but upon the skies of Red Mars. Terra cannot be assaulted while Mars with its advanced surface to orbital batteries and numerous defenses hold the solar system.

Dorn would still somewhat prepare earth, but truly, he and TalOS turning to the real fulcrum of the loyal Red Planet, holding out against the traitors with all its mechanical might just long enough for the Emperor to board a ship to teleport onto the Vengeful Spirit. Or maybe just use one of TalOS better teleporters that can take him from Earth to Mars

>>5588026
>Just get up and walk away
Feels true to his character. He hides it inside himself and lets it fester, refusing to show weakness even if it would help. Angrons or Curze would be more openly self destructive.

Also damn, he's miffed about gaming for 3 days? Roboute and Corvus Corax simulated entire empires for weeks or maybe even months inside the Strategios Virtual Reality sim lol.

>>5588026
>Throw oneself at the nearest wall.

>>5588026
>Suggest other punishments Perturabo would inflict upon himself.
Dip his hands in molten metal for 2 minutes, or walk across some lava for 5 minutes.

>>5588026
>Throw oneself at the nearest wall.
To yet oneself is to be free of pain

What if he plays the game even longer as punishment?

>>5588079
Says that to the guy who never takes a vacation.

>>5588300
Perhaps that will bring him to the realization that there are action that should not be punished because they are more damaging than simply letting things lie...pft who an I kidding.

>>5588026
>Just get up and walk away
I agree this is more in line with his character

>>5588026
>Throw oneself at the nearest wall.

>>5588026
>Just get up and walk away

>>5588026
>Just get up and walk away

>>5588026

>Just get up and walk away.

He has places to be.

>>5587180
>“It is a pleasure to see you Vulkan.” TalOS said as he was put down by the ash black giant.
>Casually lifts three tons

>>5588024
>… how long?
Yeah the game really fucks you up

>>5588026
>“Three days, twelve hours, twenty three minutes and nine seconds.”

WHAT THE FUCK
>>Just get up, 360° and walk away

>>5589099
Into the wall ofc.

>>5589238
most likely

Kick in the Balls
>>5588037

The Nearest Wall needs a hole
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>>5588596

Just Walk Away
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>>5589099 - LoL

Melt those hands
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Three days worth of time had just been wasted.

Three days just playing a game that did not influence anything outside in the Galaxy.

Perturabo was being plagued with this line of thought going over and over again. Indeed one could say the same thing about his appearance upon Terra but to him it was not so cut and dry. Time had been lost and for all he knew Perturabo would have been back on the campaign trail yesterday or even the current day.

He wondered quickly what others would think, what the Emperor would think of such inaction! Perturabo was supposed to be the one who struck down the foes of the Emperor so him being here did nothing to benefit that objective.

His reason for being on Terra was to grow alliances, increase the ability of the Iron Warriors, and to have a project that he could not finish be completed. As he spent time not trying to complete any of these he was a fool and an idiot.

Perturabo, a fool and an idiot.

With this thought Perturabo rose from his chair and began walking. He needed to leave. He needed to get himself back to the campaign trail. He needed to strike at the enemies of his father lest his laziness be so easily mocked!

One hallways, another one. Up the endless staircase which ran through the entire Palace like a spine. He continued walking with shame making each step harder.

He was being followed. It was not hard to miss his brother TalOS’s presence when one was actively looking for it. He had heard of humans inherently not wishing to witness a pariah, and that TalOS was like that to Primarchs. It was Perturabo’s Iron Will that allowed him to constantly stand next to his brother even when so many of his senses told him it was dangerous.

Perturabo tried a series of halls, even an elevator that had closed right before TalOS rounded the hall. But within minutes Perturabo could feel his brother’s presence.

It was getting annoying.

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There was no sun nor star watching them as Perturabo walked out into the blazing cold outside the Imperial Palace. The Oxygen was thin, causing his third lung to begin its extraction of valuable chemicals from the air so that his massive form could be withstood.

His eyes glanced around the balcony and noted that there were no other entrances or exits. He had been so focused on trying to lose his brother and too focused upon his worries that Perturabo had allowed himself to be cornered in the freezing cold.

That was stupid and something that should not have happened. He had allowed himself to be herded like a lamb by TalOS who likely possessed the entire layout of the Imperial Palace within his mind.

The Iron Warrior Primarch up into the clouds for one moment, wondering if he could see anything among the stars. There was nothing though, not even the Star Maelstrom which had plagued him for all of his life.

The Star Maelstrom.

It was a psychic phenomenon. That much he understood since his brother was a psychic-null. It also explained that the Emperor was able to block it out, for his power was far stronger than whatever had cursed Perturabo with this eternal sight. Even today there was a way he would rid himself of it, to use the Blackstone that his brother had given him to nullify its presence.

Even though he could, Perturabo has yet to do that.

Why did he neglect to do this? Was it because he wished to use the star as a sort of navigational device? Maybe he wished to have it continue to break him down and make sure that he knew every moment someone would judge him. It could simply be that because it was always there Perturabo did not wish to let it go because it was like a constant companion.

He did not know the answer. That was what terrified him so much. The chance that he kept it within his sky because he might have even revered it.

It was heresy. In the only moment where Perturabo would use that word was to declare such a thought that he would revere a simple psychic phenomena! It was like men trying to revere the Gods, there was always an explanation and a reason it was like that!

Snow behind Perturabo crunched and the Primarch turned to see his brother. The black robes of the Lucian Priesthood fluttered in the wind as TalOS faced Perturabo down.

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“Why did you follow me?” growled Perturabo as he looked at his brother with a piercing gaze like a beast. Within his stomach the pain was still there as the stupid mistakes he had only recently made acted as a wound.

“Because you are my brother.” TalOS said simply without any other explanation. As if familial ties of blood were enough to justify this.

“You followed me from the deepest to the heights of the Palace, because we are brothers?!” Perturabo said as he felt spit coming out of his mouth, “I do not believe you.”

“Does it matter whether you believe me or not? All that matters is that I am here for you.” His brother pointed out with a simple clause.

“What was that simulation?” Perturabo asked as he had fully turned his body and began walking towards TalOS, “Never in my life had I lost track of so much time. Always did I know where I was and knew when it was. Yet you robbed me of something so basic!”

“A common symptom of the Simulation.” TalOS admitted as he gave a shrug, “It is advised that Adepts who use it for practice do so with caution. I did not see a need for such caution when we committed ourselves since it was our time of rest.”

“Rest? I cannot believe that brother!” Shouted Perturabo as he walked right up into TalOS’s face, “That program must be something more than a simulation. Is it some tool to measure one’s compatibility with your cult? Did you run it to see if I was a good fit for the Mechanicum!?”

“It can be used like that.” His brother admitted without taking a step back even as spit flew into his face, “But it is far preferred as a source of entertainment. That is the reason we were playing it, because I knew you would enjoy it as we spent time together.”

“No one acts just because they enjoy it.” Perturabo said as he looked down upon his brother.

>That would be a sad universe
>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.
>That is just you
>Another Response

>>5589427
>>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.

>>5589427
>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.

>>5589427
>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.

>>5589427
>Another Response
>Everyone will act to do something they enjoy, even subconsciously. It is a part of what makes us human, seeking out the things we enjoy doing; be that crafting artifacts of great power, seeking out the answers of the universe or something else entirely. We do it because we enjoy the act itself or the outcome that comes from doing it.

>>5589427
>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.
>For a muscle to grow, it must rest, this is true of all things. Even we as Demi-Gods require food and rest, although sparingly and with greater efficiency than your average man, we cannot go on forever without rest.

>>5589427

>That would be a sad universe

>>5589427
>A man needs 8 hours of self service
>For a muscle to grow, it must rest after it's work.

How do you roll dice on this site? I'm trying to roll a d20?

/roll (1d20)

roll (1d20)

>>5589663
You have to put dice+1d20 in the options part of the message.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>5589672
you write "dice+1dX" in the options field.
where X is the number of sides of the die.

Alright, let me try then.

dice+1d20

>>5589684
"dice+1d20"

Whoops, I put it in the wrong thing.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>5589427
>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.
I hope an argument from logic helps Perturbro

>>5589427

This is a very complicated situation, Perturabo believes that his ability is a gift from the emperor, so getting rid of it would be treason, and Tal0S will probably never know about it.

Which means that the only person who can save his self-destructive path is himself. My hope is that he will reason in his mind that the Emperor gave him a challenge but did not order him to live with it without any tools.

When he learned from Tal0S's mouth that the Emperor knew he was going to win, it was Tal0S's ammunition that allowed him to gain renown throughout the galaxy. When he decided to cleanse his legion of its rotten elements, it was Tal0S who instructed him to explain his justification, thus clearing his name in the empire. On Tal0S's recommendation he created a creed for his legion, thus bending the worst parts of his legion's instincts.

Everything good that happened to Perturabo in this crusade is directly connected to Tal0S, I hope he reasons that if he's making a suggestion it's because he needs one more "tool" to get even better at controlling his present, and thus be recognized even more by the Emperor.

Anyway this is my hope.
>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.

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>>5589427
>Another Response
>Point out that many of our brothers who are also Primarchs, have fun and need rest
-Leman Russ feasts, drinks, and sings saga songs. So does the Khan
-Sanguineous makes Artwork, statues, paintings, poetry and much more
-Roboute Guilliman commissions grand architecture of the ancient Roman style and fine Maccragian Wine. So does Fulgrim
-We drink B33R and eat real food, even though it is dissuaded by our own faith, because even we make concessions to our own humanity.

I think if we talk about mortal men, Perturabo will try to pull a Ferrus Manus and say "The Emperor didn't build us to be Men but War Machines! Rest and Fun is not in our nature!"

To which we can point out very clear examples that the Primarchs were also made to be human, and to be human is to rest and to enjoy from time to time.

He should see that even his brothers absolutely act because they enjoy themselves

(Plus technically Primarchs only sleep once a week or something)

>>5589427
>That is just you
You guys are not being smart about this. The option that puts the blame in him is the correct one. "Skill issue" is enough to make him BUY IT, because sound logic doesn't cut it with Pert. On the contrary, saying "it's your fault, it's your problem, you are doing it wrong, improve yourself" is something that Pert has internalized since his birth, so in this instance it's the best approach.
>"This game must have some sort of mind controlling device!!" Because they is no way I can ENJOY things.
>No Pert, you can enjoy things, you are doing it incorrectly

>>5589427
>>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.
>>Point out that many of our brothers who are also Primarchs, have fun and need rest

>>5589947
It is reasonable that Pert will argue back, that he is not wrong, but this is the only option that gets us *level*. He can easly brush off the other options, but not this one

>>5589427
>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.

>>5589427
>5589949
switching to
>>That is just you
>You guys are not being smart about this. The option that puts the blame in him is the correct one. "Skill issue" is enough to make him BUY IT, because sound logic doesn't cut it with Pert. On the contrary, saying "it's your fault, it's your problem, you are doing it wrong, improve yourself" is something that Pert has internalized since his birth, so in this instance it's the best approach.
>>"This game must have some sort of mind controlling device!!" Because they is no way I can ENJOY things.
>>No Pert, you can enjoy things, you are doing it incorrectly

>>5589652
I'll keep the muscle one, but I'll switch to
>That's just you

Is sleep the best angle to go at?
Primarchs sleep less than humans, and Techpriests barely sleep at all. Some have multiple brains so one can sleep and the other can keep working for them a bit like Space Marines.

TalOS as a Techpriest Primarch probably goes into "Sleep Mode" like a few days in a year or something.

>>5590051
We don't, and the "self service" is deliberate.
Talos takes regular breaks from his duties to engage in leasure to keep himself at the top of his game. He doesn't sleep during this downtime, he talks with people he likes, makes shit with his sons or meditates on comprehension.

>>5589947

Of course, because confronting him saying that everyone else is "normal" and that he's the problem is sure to change his mind.

You are the one not understanding the situation, we do not want him to continue following the same path he has always taken. We want him to change for the better, because we've already proved that this is possible.

Not always will Tal0S be by his side to shed some light on his decisions, the only genuine way to change Perturabo fate is for him to change the way he sees the world.

Using our knowledge to manipulate him may be the worst possible choice because he is not susceptible to manipulation, the honest answer Tal0S would give may be ignored by him, but not the intent.

I think saying he's abnormal is far less valid than saying he's extreme. Because frankly that's the real answer.

Make sure to get your votes in! Gonna be counting here in an hour or so!

>>5589427
>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.
>And you have been behind your quota

>A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.
>And you have been behind your quota

Eight hours of service
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>>5589990

Joy
>>5589558

Sad, sad universe
>>5589634

Accusatory:
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>>5590444

Even with me being generous on things Eight Hours of Service works. I shall write it then.

>>5589427
> A man needs eight hours of self service every day to better themselves.

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There was silence after Perturabo roared those words into the face of his brother. AS he looked into the eyes of his brother and found them thinking something. He knew the Priests of Lucius tended to grow silent when they were thinking, their part of the Mechanicum believing in well spoken words instead of whatever putrid splurge would come out of one’s mouth the fastest.

His brother’s red eyes focused upon Perturabo again. The Iron Warrior was easily able to tell that his brother’s eyes were not normal, but augmentations thanks to the small strands of cabling that he could see at this distance.

“A man, no matter who or what they are, requires eight hours of rest a day to keep their minds stable and their bodies able.” TalOS answered as he leaned in towards his brother, “Before I was raised to the position of Dominus there were plenty of records of people being lost to the machines. Let it be their legs gave out from under them or they had tiredly placed their hands on a piece of machinery, which had quickly drawn them in.”

The Priest’s arm extended as he pointed to Perturabo, “Symptoms of overwork are erratic behavior and emotional drain. These two symptoms cause the person who experiences it to lose their proficiency in whatever they have committed themselves to. Overtime they will find themselves falling more and more at tasks that they once were perfect at.”

“Is that a threat?” Perturabo said with his eyes narrowed and anger raised to its upmost.

“It is a warning, from someone who has fixed this sort of thing.” TalOS pointed out as he placed a single finger upon the chest of Perturabo, “Relax, all of our brothers do so. You do not need to be so different.”

“Leave me alone if thats all the words you have.” Perturabo decided to say as he began walking past TalOS with a firmness within his chest.

“Remember my words when the day comes brother, the day when you cannot wage war.” TalOS declared as Perturabo began walking back into the Imperial Palace, “There will never be a moment where you shall be declared a winner of some event. It is life, and you cannot constantly fight wars without end. Just pay you have someone to rely upon when that day comes.”

Perturabo could not help but laugh there. His brother seemed to not be as brilliant as Perturabo thought he was, “I am Perturabo, I do not need rest.”

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As he watched his brother leave TalOS wondered if his words had a single effect. It would be troublesome if he only comprehended those words after whatever trial he shall face, but it was not the place of TalOS to realize that. All he could do is support the Iron Warrior until that time came.

Perturabo’s tantrum had brought them around the entire Imperial Palace without any care of where they ended up. His purpose, TalOS assumed, was to try and lose the Tech Priest within the labyrinthine chambers that were before him. Though Perturabo failed in losing TalOS it meant that they were at some of the mostly disused corner of the Palace.

TalOS began to walk his way back to UZ1. Through the Noosphere the two of them agreed to meet at the room of Malcador to talk to the old man and do some catch up. TalOS was especially interested on the status of the Null Nobilite as he noticed a number of their rank throughout the palace during his adventure.

It was after several hallways and chambers that TalOS noticed something was off. At the crest of his senses TalOS could feel a powerful soul but it was not one that he had yet tasted. It was one which held itself so tightly that it would not be felt by those within the local area. This translated to one being able to make themselves almost unnoticed to those of conventional senses.

TalOS knew exactly who it was when he bounded the corner and was face to face with someone wearing the armor of his long-removed sons, the Lanterns of Charon.

“Its been a while, brother.” TalOS said as he grew a smile.

Alpharius looked at TalOS with the helm still on, then his eyes glancing at either side of the room to find that no one else was approaching them. With a motion of his hands Alpharius removed the helm.

Just as times before, Alpharius was bald without a single hair upon his head. His eyes were narrow in a way comparable to a snakes. He grew a small smile as he looked upon TalOS with an air of surprise and welcome, “It has, to think that you would find me so easily.”

“The tricks you have used to hide yourself from myself and others in the past no longer work.” TalOS told his brother with a small laugh, “I have changed where you have not.”

“I see…” Alpharius placed his back upon the wall knowing he was going to be talking for atleast a little bit of time.

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“I heard that you served in the Rangdan war, I can only commend you on your successes there.” TalOS said first and foremost as he knew it would easily please his brother.

“I did what I wanted to do.” Alpharius answered as he grew a grin, “It was nothing special.”

“If that is what you think.” TalOS said as he grew a smile as well, “The Mechanicum and the Imperium must commend you for that service even if you must be kept secret.”

Alpharius did not say anything to those words and simple smiled like he knew it was true. Between the time that TalOS had last met his brother it seemed that his surfireness had grown exponentially. Something told TalOS it was because his brother was able to fool everyone but himself, which was no small feat.

As TalOS was no longer a normal person anyways, there was no reason to measure one self against his capabilities. He would be a fluke among what was likely all of the other brothers who were discovered at one point or another.

“Was the spear of any use to you?” TalOS asked as he pointed to the sent of cylinders that were set upon the belt of his brother.

The Serpent gave a nod to those words, “Whenever I bring it out confusion ensues more than it ever did before. Even their senses are ruined when their senses as nullified. For that, I have you to thank.” With those words spoken his brother rose from his place and began moving.

“Moving already?” TalOS asked as his brother attempted his escape.

“If I stay with you any longer you will use me for something I do not wish to make.”

“I did not think I scarred you that badly.” TalOS joked with a hearty laugh.

His brother turned to give TalOS a glare of annoyance. It seemed that he really did not wish to be stuck working with TalOS for another week on some new armament.

>Try and not be a stranger
>If you hear something along the lines of C’Tan or Necron let me know
>Well, bye then…

>>5590606
>If you hear something along the lines of C’Tan or Necron let me know

>>5590606
>>If you hear something along the lines of C’Tan or Necron let me know
Haven't you heard anything about it... already?

>>5590606
>If you hear something along the lines of C’Tan or Necron let me know

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>>5590606
>Try and not be a stranger
>Other/if we can: Gift him before he goes (Stealthy Anti-Grav Flight)
In the lore Alpharius envied Sanguineous ability for flight. Plus, he often does a lot of work up in spires and balconies.

It would be a kind gift if TalOS were to offer him some sort of stealthier anti-gravitic jetpack based on Imperial/Federation hovertech. Good for stealth. He wouldn't have to stay with us a whole week, because we anticipated he would be perpetually a busy man with important things to do (like us) so we built it for him ahead of time based on his weight and size.

And I really wanna learn more about Alpharius. I think, he doesn't have to hide himself from us like our other brothers anymore. Our relationship is already different than the rest of them, and TalOS acknowledges he wouldn't have to try and test himself against us.

>>5590606
>>If you hear something along the lines of C’Tan or Necron let me know

>>5590606
>Try and not be a stranger

>>5590606
>Try and not be a stranger

>>5590606

>Support
>>5590667

>>5590667
>Support

>>5590606
>If you hear something along the lines of C’Tan or Necron let me know
>Other/if we can: Gift him before he goes (Stealthy Anti-Grav Flight)
I predict that what Alpharius values most of above all, is to be useful in his given role. That is to be a keeper of secrets. If TalOS is telling him of the C'Tan or the Necron, he is being entrusted with a big secret. It would be like asking TalOS to do something with machines. Giving him the gift of flight is also a good idea.

>>5591109
>>+1 Support

>>5590606
>If you hear something along the lines of C’Tan or Necron let me know

>>5590606
>If you hear something along the lines of C'tan or Necron let me know

>>5590606


>If you hear something along the lines of C’Tan or Necron let me know.
>Other/if we can: Gift him before he goes. (Stealthy Anti-Grav Flight)

>>5591109
>Support.
I just like the bald spy dude, wish we had more interactions with him, love the game of hide and seek we had going

>>5591109
>Support

Just some information
>>5590607
>>5590630
>>5590665
>>5590671
>>5591184
>>5591191

Lets fly
>>5590667
>>5590800
>>5590827
>>5591109
>>5591165
>>5591323
>>5591211
>>5591207

Try and not be a stranger
>>5590755
>>5590784

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“Two things before you leave brother, if you do not mind staying for just that little bit longer.” TalOS said as he allowed his face to grin.

Alpharius looked upon his brother for a moment after those words were spoken, “Then be quick about it brother.” He answered swiftly.

“There is some name that if you ever come across you are to let me know as soon as you can.” TalOS said as he bounded towards his brother, “The names are C’Tan and Necron. If ever you come across these terms I ask that you let me know.”

Skepticism was within the eyes of Alpharius but the man nodded with a grin, “Easy. Next?”

“Upon my vessel there is a crate in section 576 with the passcode 7876554455.” TalOS had to keep himself from turning his voice into a binaric dribble as that code was given orally to his brother, “There you will find a gift for you. I did not bring it here today for I did not know any reason to do so. As you are here it will not be much trouble for you to travel upon the vessel and retrieve it.”

Alpharius gave a laugh as he began walking away, “It will be gone by tonight brother. I look forward to what it is.”

“I think you will enjoy it.” TalOS answered as the spy finally escaped the clutches of TalOS.

As expected of the anniversary there was a great amount of people for TalOS to meet these days. Vulkan will not be until much later, and TalOS looked into his messages to see that UZ1 found Malcador busy with the events.

Taking all of this into consideration TalOS made his way towards his two brothers that he was the closest to.

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The room was of a modest size with a large array of papers strung out across the walls. As TalOS looked upon them he understood that several days worth of thought was placed into these schematics. As for what they contained, they were quite enlightening on the basis of trade and architecture.

In the middle of all them was Roboute and Dorn, both of them laboring over the papers. Of the two it was Roboute who looked upon TalOS first and gave a stateman’s smile as the Primarch of the Mechanicum approached him, “TalOS, it is good to see you again.”

“I can say the same to you Roboute.” TalOS said as he reached over and gripped the hand of his brother for a handshake.

“You have been spending time with Perturabo.” Rogal Dorn said as he raised his head from his work to TalOS’s direction, “I have heard that our brother is leaving Terra as we speak. Did something happen?”

There was a moment’s surprise as TalOS heard those words but then the reasoning made sense. The traffic controls were available to the Primarchs and Dorn was likely hearing his sons talk about the Iron Warriors already starting to leave Terra. Such an oddity did not go unnoticed.

“Before we get into anything.” Roboute said as he got another chair from nearby and a bottle of wine which appeared small in his hands, “Take this seat and I will our you some wine from Macragge.”

“Thank you.” TalOS said as he did both of those things.

Within his hands was a purple glass of wine which appeared to be made from some exotic plant from the planet of Macragge. Looking upon it TalOS identified that the sugar content of the drink was far higher than was standard thanks to whatever mutation had occurred. Add to that a chemical cocktail to make such a sugary drink possible and the purple coloring made a sort of sense.

When TalOS tasted it all of these observations were made true and then some. While TalOS did not directly see the histories of items like he used to, he had enough understanding of chemical compounds and molecules to understand what was being fed to him. To understand how it was made and the history that this entailed.

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“So, you wanted to know about our brother?” TalOS asked as he leaned back into the chair, “Perturabo is leaving Terra because he cannot comprehend the idea of rest.”

There was confusion written upon the face of Roboute as he tried to understand what TalOS had said. He looked over to Dorn who gave a sigh to some effect, “So he ran from Terra because he was fearful of rest?”

“In a sense.” TalOS answered with a matter of fact tone.

Roboute Guilliman looked at the two of them with confusion that was paramount, “I must not fully understand our brother as I never fought alongside him. Rogal, what was your experience with him?”

Rogal Dorn, who had been writing while talking, placed away his tools as the conversation got underway, “I had served alongside our brother on two fronts and both times he did not have a moment’s rest or sleep. When we were building a battleline together he did not take a moment to rest as they were being built. When the battle arrived he stayed upon the frontlines until the foe was defeated utterly. He pushes himself too hard and for that he will fall.”

“I see…” Roboute seemed more concerned now while shaking his head at the endevor, “I do not think I will ever understand Perturabo. Even what you have shared with us, TalOS, he is more of an enigma.”

“He will learn his lesson in due course.” Rogal said as he reached over and took in a drink of wine, “He cannot continue like that forever. My Father tried to do the same and he died young. Perturabo will fall, we will wait for that to happen.”


TalOS gave a nod to those words, “It is the best we can do. Our brother will fall and we must pick him up when that time comes.”

Gulliman sighed as he heard those words, “It is… pressing to know that he has further to fall. TalOS, if you do not mind me asking, why is it that you talk and work like this with our brother? From the outside it looks as if you are a senior trying to help the juvenile get through his troubled years, but with a man who killed his sons because he thought them corrupt.”

>People like that need the most care
>He's intelligent and interesting. A sort of fascination.
>No one else will
>At first it was morality, now it is honor. He defended the Federation, so he is a friend even if he does not want to be.

>>5591563
>He's intelligent and interesting. A sort of fascination.

>>5591563
>People like that need the most care

>>5591563
>At first it was morality, now it is honor. He defended the Federation, so he is a friend even if he does not want to be.

>>5591563
>but with a man who killed his sons because he thought them corrupt.
Oh so Peturabo did leak the reasons for the decimation.
>No one else will
I am voting for the badass reply

>>5591563
>People like that need the most care
>He's intelligent and interesting. A sort of fascination.
>No one else will
Or is I like to call, being a good brother

>>5591556
Now what are we gonna gift Corax, more wings?
>>5591563
>He's intelligent and interesting. A sort of fascination.

>>5591563
>People like that need the most care
>No one else will

>>5591665
The GOT

>>5591563
>People like that need the most care
&
>No one else will

>>5591563
>People like that need the most care
>No one else will

We will help perty, even if no one else will.

>>5591563
>He needs care
>None of you will

The idea of honour doing it is maybe partly right but it's absolutely not. He's our brother and nobody else in this family is trying.

>>5591563

>People like that need the most care.
>No one else will.

At this point in history Tal0S's personality is, "I'm the only one able to help so I will." It doesn't matter if it's the emperor himself, members of other legions, convenient mutants, or literal pieces of the one true God of the real universe.

If Tal0S sees an opportunity to improve something he will improve it, and it's a shame we didn't get the chance to work with the cannibal Batman, but frankly I'd say that his case is really hopeless.

Which is ironic considering that the creatures he most resembles are the literal Emperor and our autistic darling in question. Paranoia is perhaps the strongest of drugs.

>>5592392
>I can fix him....
Oh no, we broke T4L0S

>>5592392
>Support
Yeah, it is TalOS nature to improve upon things.

“It is the best we can do. Our brother will fall and we must pick him up when that time comes.”

I hope this means when the Iron 4th are getting their shit kicked in by the Hrud because of orders from Horus, they actually try to help him. Or at least give him praise and offer him 'gifts' for his legions stalwart service in the form of supplies and such.

It's interesting that Dorn and Guilliman can't see it from Perturabo's perspective, but this sorta makes sense because their situations are different. Each of the Primarchs have their own different aspect of humanity. They don't understand feelings of inadequacy, a jealous desire for relevancy and praise, to know that you have a niche that is super important, to hear words like "you are being very useful in what you do, keep it up!" or "Look that's Perturabo, the most determined of us all" from the Emperor and his brothers.

Roboute and Dorn just simply weren't made to feel such things, the one focused on his glorious empire, the other on the Imperium's defense, and TalOS has his faith and federation. Perturabo doesn't have any of these things.

He is a pillar of Iron that lacks a solid foundation to stand upon, and no matter how strong a pillar, it will fall without a solid base.

Fascinating!
>>5591567
>>5591665

The Priestly Option
>>5591575
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>>5592137
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>>5592392
>>5592922

He earned it
>>5591608

Because no one else
>>5591610

Well thats the vote!

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The Tech Priest gave a small laugh as he heard the question, “It is an understandable question. Perturabo is quite the person who does not bring people to him that easily.”

“He pushes them when they are near in his single minded pursuits.” Rogal Dorn clarified his position with a straight and simple statement, “You need to be active to push against that.”

“To that extent I am.” TalOS said as he leaned in his chair, “Our brother needs care. He cannot speak the words he wishes to and constantly drags at himself without care for himself. As that is the case, he needs the assistance that we can give him in order to continue standing and not fall into damnation.”

TalOS could tell the two brothers he was with seemed uneased at his use of words. As Rogal Dorn did not hold back his words he was the one who spoke, “You speak as a Priest more than a brother.”

To those words TalOS could not help but chuckle a small bit, “If that was true I would not be the only one trying to help our brother. Lorgar should be by my side.”

Rogal took this time to think about the revelation that TalOS delivered while Roboute shook his head at the matter, “Lorgar is not the brightest of the Brotherhood. While his loyalty is at its greatest among us, he is the greatest fool of us all.”

“Those are damning words.” TalOS told Guilliman as his eyes glanced towards the Ruler of Ultramar, “Why would you suggest such a thing?”

Guilliman reached into his pocket and took out a small package that was much smaller than his hand. He flicked one end of the package open and revealed a series of cards that were before him.

“This was a gift I recently received from our brother.” Guilliman said as he furrowed the cards across the table without much rhyme or reason to them, “He calls them the Emperor’s Tarot, that we will be able to channel the power of our father. He claimed that even the lowest of mankind would be able to use it if their heart is given to the Emperor.”

TalOS felt a small bit of skepticism as he reached over and picked up the cards. His eyes looked upon the crystalline structure and his soul felt out the material that they were made of. Small runes of unknown origin dotted the card, each of them being a pitiful mockery of the true symbol and arts which governed the Universe.

It was sorcery, the most plainest and simple kind there is. TalOS’s mind, which had consumed millions of psykers, knew for a fact this card was the genuine artifact. It was only the will of Guilliman to see it false that caused it to be false.

The worst part, TalOS recognizes the material.

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“My apologies brothers, but it seems something has come up.” TalOS said as he rose from his seat with the Tarot Card “The High Priest” tightened within his hand, “I must make my way out of here.”

Before TalOS could bolt for the door Dorn called out to him, “This material, it is the same?”

“How long did you know?!” TalOS asked Dorn as his face turned to face his brother with a feverish anger.

“Two days ago. You were with Perturabo so I did not intrude.” Rogal Dorn said as he rose as well, “Lucius informed me that this material was confidential by your orders when I asked him to analyze.”

“Do you know where Lorgar is?” TalOS roared as he began leaving the room.

“I do, I ask that you follow.” Dorn said as he walked past TalOS to take point, “I know the shortest way there.

With those words the two of them stampeded out of the chamber with Guilliman confused. Seeing the concern that was upon their faces he decided the best thing to do was follow them if nothing else than to provide support. Though he fear that mediation was needed more than support if he knew Tech Priests.

With Rogal Dorn as their guide the travel time through the Imperial Palace was reduced to nearly nonexistent. TalOS could only guess that the mind of Rogal Dorn was able to figure out the entire building thanks to his previous experiences.

They had rushed past Custodians and Citizens alike, and while they appeared to be walking any mortal who dared stand close enough realized their speeds were anything but that. Of all Primarch Rogal Dorn understood the Mechanicum if nothing else than because he worked so closely with them. So TalOS reasoned, his brother wanted to make sure that this issue was destroyed before it caused something far worse.

A leak from the Mechanicum of something like this. Only the Machine God knows what would happen if anyone learns the secrets of the sorceries that TalOS had locked away!

After three minutes of travel they arrived in a rather open room with a good amount of people within. However, these people were being escorted out of the room by the Custodians as the Guard knew exactly what was about to happen.

The first thing TalOS saw was the smiling face of Lorgar. To see this face, his anger rose to an apex.

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“LORGAR!” TalOS yelled as he could feel the machines within his body begin to activate and prime themselves for combat, “You bastard!”

Before TalOS could cross the space completely the hand of Rogal Dorn was raised in front of him. TalOS yielded, for he noticed the exact reason his brother had done so.

“Hold it there brother, we need to be careful.” Already moving with the ever present false smile Horus approached TalOS. The First found glanced at the corners of the room where the Custodian Guard were finishing up the expelling of those not members of the transhuman brotherhood, “We do not need to be yelling eachother’s name across the room like that.”

“I could care less if we are before the entire court of humanity, Lorgar will tell me why and how he made this!” TalOS quickly raised before the group the Tarot card that he had been carrying.

“He does not need to tell you anything.” Fulgrim said as he came to the side of Horus with a fiendish grin. He seemed to be enjoying the anger which was written across the face of TalOS as he growled.

“Fulgrim, Horus, you two do not need to be my shields.” Lorgar, who was the last remaining Primarch yet to speak came from behind the two of them, “TalOS, it has been too long.”

TalOS was about to yell at his brother but this time the hand of Guilliman was placed upon his shoulder. The meaning was clear, that the anger he felt was going to get him no where. Such meaning TalOS felt was hard to convey as Gulliman had an undercurrent of fear running through his very soul.

“Answer my questions.” TalOS said as he held back his anger.

“What you hold within your hand is the miracle I wish to share with all of humanity. A proof of the Emperor’s divinity within a deck of cards. With the Emperor’s Tarot mankind will be able to peer into the future without being a psyker.” He said with a smile that said he was the victor, “The secrets of their creation are mine to hold.”

It was a taunt. One that TalOS might just go for willingly.

>Take a table and throw it at him’
>The Mechanicum will sanction the Word Bearers, officially.
>Know that all those who gave you these secrets shall be purged.
>Suggest other methods.

>>5593019
>...You do know that those are made out of psyker active material right? It's still sorcery, and one that was supposed to be quarantined.
>Know that all those who gave you these secrets shall be purged.

>>5593027
And add a facepalm to boot.
Lorgar really is a retard

>>5593027
And maybe also add that it's a material of Xeno origin.
So it's more of a Xeno's Tarot then anything else, really

>>5593019
>Know that all those who gave you these secrets shall be purged.

>>5593019
>The Mechanicum will sanction the Word Bearers, officially.
I wouldn't mind sanctions against any other primarch standing by lorgar

>...You do know that those are made out of psyker active material right? It's still sorcery, and one that was supposed to be quarantined
Lorgar still believes in the emperor as god but still disobeys him
Miracle is tainted

>>5593019
>The Mechanicum will sanction the Word Bearers, officially.
>Know that all those who gave you these secrets shall be purged.

What was the material that made TalOS so mad? Im missing something here.

>>5593048
I think it's the crystals we looted from the Mitu, and made the psy-candles from

>>5593019

>The Mechanicum will sanction the Word Bearers, officially.
I want an intentional full blockade with additional sabotage against any force whether civilian or military trying to resupply the word bearers legion.
I don't want a merchant from a random planet selling water to these motherfuckers, without the assurance of swift and brutal retribution.

>Know that all those who gave you these secrets shall be purged.
This event it will be quite useful for a reason, we now have the excuse to actively purge the cult from the influence of all our brethren, "at least those that are not convenient for us."
It's time to clean up the faith!

And finally:
>Brother you are going so far as to admit crimes of treason in violation of the treaty written by the Emperor himself with the Adeptus Mechanicus. And all of this just to justify your blind pursuit for something big enough to stroke your wounded ego.

>I promise you this, one day when you finally lose the last thread of sanity that connects you with reality, and you finally fall into perpetual damnation that you seek so eagerly. I swear on my soul that I will guide your's to the true divinity that governs reality. And I will make sure there won't be no world, ship. temple, entity or palace that will prevent me from sending you to the event you've mistakenly been looking for your whole life.

>>5593019
>Suggest other methods.
Reverse Psychology.
"Thats really neat Lorgar. Malcador would love these"
>>5593031
Our Blackstone Fortress is Xeno material.
>>5593050
DAMNABLE SLUGS

I do believe in the OTL the Emperors Tarot becomes apart of the Grey Knights toolbox, or maybe just Ordo Malleus.

Using superstitious cards and symbolistic nonsense to ordain the future? How barbaric! The Admech is above such heretical things.

Better to consult the blessed Algorithms and holy numerics of the Machine God to divine his probabilistic will!

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>>5593019
>Suggest other methods.
>A duel of Faiths! A contest of priests! His "God" against our Machine God
>Go to a subsector and challenge Lorgar his cards and prophets to predict the events that will occur there for a year.
>TalOS will use his own chronomancy and the Holy Order of Logi stastical prophets to also predict the future there.
>Park the Blackstone Fortress and some Nulls to block the psychic ability to predict the future. Discredit his Tarot Cards

https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Logis
"Logi. A Logis (plu. Logi) is an analyst, statistician, and logistician whose purpose is to predict future trends and make forecasts about Mechanicus expenditures and needs. Because of their duties Logi are often regarded as prophetic figures within the Adeptus Mechanicus."
"Datawares and biocogitators, logi amass huge stores of information. They analyze data from thousands of sources at once until they can rationalize every move the enemy makes."

Violence is Angrons way, and Sanction is petty. Let's beat him at his own game.

Lorgar is not the only one with prophets and seers. What better opportunity is there to discredit the Tarot Cards as superstition by showing the superiority of our own prediction abilities. We are the better fighter, the better leader, the better warrior. Now let us hammer into Lorgar that we are the better priest.

He will never live that down.

>>5593164
I will allow this, minus the cheating. It would make an interesting thing to write.

>>5593176
Oh your game for that?

>>5593019
I'm gonna change my post here >>5593042

too supporting

>>5593164
Without the cheating.

>>5593019
Changing my vote here>>5593082
To this spicy meatball>>5593164
Lets get our asses Calth'd

>>5593019
>supporting >>5593164

Was that the Ragndan material?
Or was it the Mitu?

At least he's done the stupidity early on. we can finally do away with him instead of watching him build a powerful heresy.
Ah Horus and Fulgrim.
Time to experience sanctions because of your hippy brother.

>Suggest other methods.
>A duel of Faiths! A contest of priests! His "God" against our Machine God
>Go to a subsector and challenge Lorgar his cards and prophets to predict the events that will occur there for a year.
>TalOS will use his own chronomancy and the Holy Order of Logi stastical prophets to also predict the future there.
>Park the Blackstone Fortress and some Nulls to block the psychic ability to predict the future. Discredit his Tarot Cards

>>5593164
>Support

>>5593019
>...You do know that those are made out of psyker active material right? It's still sorcery, and one that was supposed to be quarantined.
>Know that all those who gave you these secrets shall be purged.

>>5593019
>The Mechanicum will sanction the Word Bearers, officially.

And

>...You do know that those are made out of psyker active material right? It's still sorcery, and one that was supposed to be quarantined

>>5593019
>The Mechanicum will sanction the Word Bearers, officially.

>>5593164
>Support
>But no need to cheat as in >>5593176

>>5593164
>>Support without cheating

>>5593164
>+1 Support
Poor Emperor. Spends all the effort to move humanity away from gods, only for two of his sons to be religious zealots.

>>5593019
>Those who give you these secrets will be purged.

This is none negotiable. We will find who has betrayed us, and broken their oaths and MAKE THEM FUCKING PENITENT FLAGGELENTS!

But. . For you, dear brother.
>>5593164
Lets do this. No cheating, our faith is true. Yours is not.

>>5593445
fucking
>Let's do this
fixed it

>>5593445
In my defense, I ascribe that Null Fields are an aspect of the Motive Force. I didn't consider it "Cheating" so much as the very power of our God vying against the powers of the Warp Gods.

Our Chronomancy works stronger when the warp is suppressed, and weaker where the warp has stronger interference. It is warp phenomenon, that element of chaotic unpredictability, that alters the deterministic effect that mathematics and physics would easily be able to predict. And vice versa.

Even if it were cheating, the Machine God would also approve. "Efficiency before all things" so it is written.
>If His Will be done, let it be done quickly. -Neodogmatics 71.90

>>5593459
It's cheating when you consider that the device works on psychic energy, and then you destroy the flow of psychic energy.

Like trying to compete with our land raiders when they have no fuel.

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>>5593496
Conversely, chronomancy and the motive force works clearest absence of psychic energy. In our case, psychic energy is like poisoning an engine with water. Or a more accurate analogy, background radiation interfering with electronic function.

You see this with Orikan who complains about his future vision being blunted and fogged up by Warpstorms or Ork WAAAGH fields.

Not that I suspect Lorgar is or even would flood an entire subsector with a Warpstorm. That comes later

Anyway, yeah, it is cheating. But honestly, the Machine God himself approves of cheating so long as victory is achieved and efficiency maintained. For he is the God of Efficiency and practicality, honor and sentiment are the trappings of flesh. The acquisition of knowledge, and the banishment of heresy, comes before all other concerns.

Still, I don't see a reason we should cheat if TalOS is of such firm faith he believes he can best Lorgar even with the warp on his brother's side and it makes more sense here that he wouldn't. Lorgar hasn't unlocked much of his psychic ability yet anyway.

>>5593496
It's this. You are sabotaging your foe so that the competition cannot be completed in good faith.

I think that's the line, "good faith". Ruin that and trouble will brew.

>>5593164
Support but with the cheating.

>>5593525
Without not with

>>5593525
Green text it...

>>5593521
I feel like Alpharius would disagree with that sentiment. Roboute, Dorn and Russ would agree with it though. The Practical vs the Theoretical.

Anyway, I agree it's far better to not cheat if TalOS is assured by his own calculations that he can win this without the need to.

That, in and of itself, is a vindication of his faith alone. He can predict victory is assured without any need to cheat and pursue it. That's the very thing we're trying to prove here.

>>5593519
Nano, we are a Pariah of such a scale we could consume a planet and still be hungry.

Anything we do will be done with an abscence of Psychic energy.

>>5593164
>ADDENDUM: remove the cheating part
Our calculations have assured us victory without it.

Anyway we should STILL use this time to destroy each and every traitor that we can find in the mechanicus. We've made the use of that material restricted and someone has gone over our heads.

So cut them down.

>>5593541
True, but how far that aura extends will make a great test. Does he subdue warp interference on a planetary scale? A solar system scale? Perhaps even a subsector?

I can imagine we're the only Primarch who will detect Chaos Gods start flooding the galaxy with an excessive amount of background pyschic radiation just before the Heresy kicks off. A walking Geiger counter. Magnus and Lorgar won't notice it because they are creatures of the warp, but we certainly will.

And where the Emperor's psychic based vision fails. . .could TalOS predict the disaster and forsee the outcome?

>>5593547
Fuck yes. This with every fiber of my being.
I want to get Kelbor Hal on the line and see if he would like to join in on our inquisition, see if perhaps he would like to rout out some traitors too and consolidate a bit more power. Endear him to us, and away from Horus as much as possible.

Cut the cancer out of the schism before it happens, anything we can do to keep sacred Mars and just a few more forge worlds loyal for the big event. Maybe TalOS himself might be able to predict, if not the Heresy, then the fact that Mechanicum teeters on the potential for a large schism.

>>5593521
The Emperor cheated the Chaos Gods for a power boost and he's doing just fine. What, are you saying that he'll have some kind of grand comeuppance for that?

Couldnt be!

> Berate him like an ONICHAN:"Lorgar, that material was sanctioned by the Emperor himself. Neither myself, Magnus, Sanguinius or Jagathai who discovered it disobeyed. You go against the word of your god. You are no priest. You are a heritic even by the standards of your own faith. A faith already deemd heretical by the Emperor. Stop being an idiot and recant your stupidity before we lose another brother to your disrespect.

>>5593742
Was it?

>>5593753
Emperor did say that he is against ALL religions (except mechanicus ofcourse)
>>5593742
That's amazingly funny, but it's making unjust aclamation that Emperror is the one who doomed Ferrus, which he did

>>5593019
>A duel of Faiths!
and
>A great purge

>>5593794
the material, not religion.

>>5593019

adding to my vote here>>5593218
>Know that all those who gave you these secrets shall be purged.

>>5593019
Voting for
>Purging the hereteks
I am not in favour of going to his level, because a contest as equals or god vs god is validating his claims. We should rub it in that the Emperor allows T4L0S faith yet he denounces Lorgar's.
>This is why the emperor banned your faith
kind of deal... I didn't remember that Dorn knows about the mitu, but then I realized that he participated in the war. Speaking of remembering, I wonder how are our two blank kids (who are a hundred years old) doing. Or the blank N13TZ3. Or the psykers that linked with the astronomicon. What was the name of our confessor priest?

Last call for votes!

>>5593993
We've already done it, we've already proven our god is real and his isn't and he refused the claims.

I just want to do it again, with witnesses this time.
Spite drives me to this.

>>5594028
spite... I agree

I am marking the purge pretty unanimous.

Accuse of Sorcery
>>5593027
>>5593039
>>5593042
>>5593080
>>5593298
>>5593310

A duel
>>5593164
>>5593392
>>5593218
>>5593259
>>5593408
>>5593437
>>5593446
>>5593255
>>5593875

Duel Wins, Bo3 bois all done by different folks.

>>5594044
gotcha
i am rolling... uh... yeah a 100

>>5594046
Critical failure then (Forgot to mention you want low)

>>5594048
I mean, a hundred die?

>>5594049
Oh, yeah d100.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

weird

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>5594044

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>5594044
Lets try for 9

>>5594064
SLANNESH YOU WHORE

>>5594063
two thirds of a success... not bad I guess

Rolled 35 (1d100)

let me roll again, for the lulz

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>5594083

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The situation, above all, was something TalOS could not tolerate. But his anger simmered as he looked from one side to the other. If he was to become aggressive with Lorgar, just like upon Lucius but it would be the opposite affair. Here he was the one who was outnumbered and he would be the one to be sent off the planet.

Such a pitiful state of affairs.

His mind recovered and the Primarch became straight and proper. The anger that had taken him, some of which was unknowingly gifted to him by Particep Semper, was stamped down upon as TalOS took a more analytical part of the situation.

The room of Primarchs eased themselves as TalOS himself was eased. The pressure TalOS had been exhuming upon the others caused them to become like this ebbing away from their minds. They were all safe, as safe as they could be.

“Lorgar, I want you to know that any who helped you create those cards shall face summary execution.” TalOS said first and foremost as he drilled his eyes into his brother, “The secret of the Mitu Crystals was never to leave the Mechanicum yet you possess them. To those who released such a dangerous substance into the general population of the Imperium, they shall die.”

Lorgar laughed as he heard those words, “But it was all in worship of your Omnissiah, why would you deny him so?”

“When the Emperor hears of what you have created you will be censored for it.” TalOS said as he threw the card of ‘The High Priest’ at his brother, “But now I wish to prove you that this path is a foolish one. Your cards against the teachings of the Machine God, to who can we realize the fate of others.”

Lorgar grew a grin as he heard those words, “You would challenge me to a game of Miracles?”

“Yes, Lorgar. If nothing else then it will prove to all within the room that you are discredited against the will of the Machine God.” TalOS said to his brother straight and mightily.

The two of them stared at one another measuring the other up, with the others looking upon the two with an immense amount of concern and confusion. After all, they were all atheistic to the two dogmas which shall later consume the entirety of the Imperium.

“I believe the event shall be simple, we shall determine the future of a system of another’s choosing.” TalOS announced as he turned towards Horus with a smirk, “As the first of us, my dear brother, you shall choose the system.”

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With some confusion Horus chose the system and the two of them were relegated to different rooms. Such were the rules set as agreement between TalOS and Lorgar, both of whom did not want the other to hear what they had to say.

Records were made by both sides, with their brothers as witnesses to the events. Each of them agreed only to reveal what was said when the truth of the telling was revealed. Some wish they broke that promise, for their words would ring into the annals of history as a cruel jest.

Those who witnessed TalOS were Rogal and Horus, both of whom saw TalOS sitting upon the floor making a series of hand motions that they could not really comprehend. They could feel it though, the subtle changes in the air and the slight tang of ozone as the composition of the air was changed due to astral decay. Horus wondered if his brother was committing sorcery, while Rogal wondered if this had something to do with the ‘vision’ his brother had so many years ago.

Here they stood witness and heard the words:

There are five planets within the system, one of them sustaining the life upon them. These people are men, with a semi-unified state crossing the entire planet. There is another planet of note which holds the taint of life upon it. It does not anymore and is instead blackened by volcanic activity that ruined it.

I see one of our brothers come through the system. His flux upon the Motive Force is unrecognizable and he tries his best to scramble my perception of him. Thus he is one of the remaining brothers, and it shall be he who conquers this planet and system. He shall do so in 994 M30 and it will be by his bladed wings in which this is done from darkness.

After his claim the people will live in peace for some time, but something will edge upon its horizon. What I do know is the name of the place, for the Motive Force carries its name to be from across the breath of space itself.

Istvaan.

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It was Fulgrim and Guilliman who stood witness to the cards which Lorgar placed before them. Roboute would claim that it reminded him of old sooth says upon Macragge and that such readings did not mean a thing. As for Fulgrim, he admitted only that the cards were interesting to look at.

To them, this is what the two heard as the cards were pulled:

First, it appears to be the Astartes Legionnaire. As it has come out in the reverse it is speaking Legions, not just a single Legionnaire.. The colors that they all sport are different, so I will interpret that the event these cards hold to be several Lesions present for the event that I unfold before you.

Second, it is The Eye which has come straight up. It is a golden sigil with a red splotch upon the center of it. While I have seen the eyes of Malcador, would you two not agree that this eye looks like Horus’s? This I believe that this symbolizes Horus as the leader of these Lesions. To that I am certain that no other truth can be found.

Third, and final, I believe to be the executioner. He has come out face down, which means his role is not that of a simple killer of innocent men.

My brothers, I believe the system that Horus himself unwittingly chose will be one of great significance in his future. From there he shall execute so many men through the use of the Legions. If I was to guess, I believe it will be that Horus will be the one who brings this system into compliance with the assistance of multiple Legions at his command. The execution will be of those native to the planets. However I will admit that this telling will not be how I see it here and now, that is only a guess.

The only truth I may deliver to you all is that an event shall happen within that system involving Legions of Astartes, Horus, and the Execution of Innocence.

With that the predictions were made and set for reveal. Out of all from the event it was Guilliman who felt himself unnerved about the whole ordeal. He should not give much credence in his brother Lorgar but seeing him act so sure of himself.

>Time to meet with Malcador
>See Vulkan
>A meeting with the Emperor might be arranged. One to discuss the history

Rolled 14 (1d100)

Very nice
>>5594163
>See Vulkan
I assume he has a Perturabo Gift

>>5594163

>A meeting with the Emperor might be arranged. One to discuss the history.
Dad, I think you're going to lose another one, or worse...

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>5594163
>A meeting with the Emperor might be arranged. One to discuss the history
I am not passing up the chance for a good writer QM to write about the Emperor!

>>5594163
>A meeting with the Emperor might be arranged. One to discuss the history
Hell yes, more QM Emperor writings please

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>5594163
>Time to meet with Malcador

>>5594162
I just LOVE how precise and accurate TalOS motive force prediction is. Just like a Cryptek should be.

None of that symbolism hocus pocus like warp based precognition is, like Lorgar or the Eldar.

Just plain facts and probable explanations. As a Logi should.

>>5594163
>See Vulkan

>>5594163
>A meeting with the Emperor might be arranged. One to discuss the history

The fucking HH just got wild.

>>5594163
>A meeting with the Emperor might be arranged. One to discuss the history
Oh man, Lorgar predicted the Heresy. Ain't that a kicker

>>5594163
>Time to meet with Malcador

>>5594163
>A meeting with the Emperor might be arranged. One to discuss the history

>>5594162
So we've won that right? We gave more accurate information and more exact information than Lorgar.

>>5594163
>Meet with Malcador

>>5594682
We will win when Corvus Corax is found and conquers the Istvaan system, and not Horus.

Hopefully the Imperium's denizens will turn to our fine Logi, rather than Lorgars tarot dealers, for accurate predictions of the future.

>See Vulkan

Promised to see him

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>>5594682
I mean... it's a matter of time for Lorgar to win with his prediction...