Highest highs of the Great Crusade are to come and will past. Such is the nature of this era where the Imperium is not threatened by the idea of an external foe coming upon the Imperium. One must then question the status of the Brotherhood of Demi-Gods and the schemes of those who are greater than even them. Here they will be answered. ++The Rules++>Vote with Greentext, otherwise they probably won’t be accepted.>Write-ins can be accepted, and might even be used in the final without majority rule.>If you are going to change your vote, make it so your post only links to the numbers of the previous vote. It's cleaner that way.>If you mix votes together without modifying them in any way, I reserve the right to employ your top most pick as your vote. Claiming it as a write-in won’t work either unless you modify it to convince me otherwise.Archives:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Machine%20QM
The first time that TalOS met Angron it was the Primarch being bound to a table with his consciousness forcefully withdrawn from reality.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…
“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.”
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?”
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.Rip angron you were screwed from the startCould we use the opportunity to hook the nails up to a titan?Hes already similar to a princeps
>>5585122That's how you get the AbominatusYou don't want the Abominatus
>>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.
>Turn Angron into a titan
>>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>>5585960Do it>>5585168>>5585529>>5585619He shall die>>5585417>>5585540>>5585543>>5585803
>>5585088>>Let angron have his timer.I wish we could vote for >>make angron a titan
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.
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.
+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 loreImagine if 3 Primarchs went instead of just 2?We're quite the bunch:The PsykerThe Nulland the Man in Between
>>5586065>>Track down Perturabo, he's gotta be hiding somewhere.100% sure he is playing minecraft irl
>>5586065I 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 somewhereBless 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 Drunkbring Perturabo with us he needs to try and make some friends
>>5586094>Hang out with Roboute and Dorn. Maybe we can get Roboute DrunkHanging out with Perturabo sounds fun, but really (Guilliman, DAV1S, and Dorn) are the Three Musketeers of the Imperium's empire builders.
>>5586434Meant to reply to >>5586065
>>5586065>Join Magnus on his journey into the chambers of TerraWhat 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>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.
>>5586670He became the emperor's executioner so he is trying not to get close with other legions
>>5586695Nah. 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 DrunkWe gotta chill with the kings
Track. Him. Down. >>5586087>>5586092>>5586101>>5586305>>5586676>>5586685Invite>>5586094>>5586411>>5586434>>5586128Roboute and Dorn>>5586432>>5587140Magnus's Magical Journey>>5586601>>5586683
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.
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.”
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?
>>5587182Sounds like Pertbro is getting Vulkbro to make us some thangs.>Invite him for some holo-gamesMinecraft: 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>Magos S1d M313r's Civilization XX>we go for tech victory while Pert goes for culture
>>5587182>Invite him for some holo-gamesA 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-gamesIs 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.
>>5587471Same.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?
>>5587495Add in Robute and these 4 could probably beat just about everything given enough time.
>>5587520Oh 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.
>>5587347I think so, yes.
>>5587495Maybe 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.
Hologames>>5587197>>5587208>>5587259>>5587347>>5587393>>5587471You 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.
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.”
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.
>>5588026Hilarious 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 levelAnd no he is not allowed to kill, hurt or maim them during this
>>5588026>Just get up and walk awayGamer Primarch
>>5588043Thats not the joke thats happening here.
>>5588038TalOS: ONE MORE GAME NOOBURABO
>>5587873I'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 awayFeels 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?
>>5588079Says that to the guy who never takes a vacation.
>>5588300Perhaps 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 awayI agree this is more in line with his character
>>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
>>5589099Into the wall ofc.
>>5589238most likely
Kick in the Balls>>5588037The Nearest Wall needs a hole>>5588038>>5588081>>5588274>>5588596Just Walk Away>>5588044>>5588079>>5588596>>5588716>>5588847>>5589060>>5589099 - LoLMelt those hands>>5588150
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.
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.
“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>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)
>>5589663You have to put dice+1d20 in the options part of the message.
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>5589672you 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.
>>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 youYou 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
>>5589947It 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>5589949switching 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
>>5589652I'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.
>>5590051We 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.
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>>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>>5589513>>5589520>>5589557>>5589566>>5589758>>5589783>>5589990Joy>>5589558 Sad, sad universe>>5589634Accusatory: >>5590050>>5589903>>5589947>>5590000>>5590413>>5590444Even 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.
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.”
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.
“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 knowHaven't you heard anything about it... already?
>>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>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.>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>>5591191Lets fly>>5590667>>5590800>>5590827>>5591109>>5591165>>5591323>>5591211>>5591207Try and not be a stranger>>5590755>>5590784
“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.
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.
“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 willI 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
>>5591556Now 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
>>5591665The GOT
>>5591563>People like that need the most care&>No one else will
>>5591563>People like that need the most care>No one else willWe will help perty, even if no one else will.
>>5591563>He needs care>None of you willThe 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>SupportYeah, 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>>5591665The Priestly Option>>5591575>>5591630>>5591666>>5591729>>5592137>>5592331>>5592392>>5592922He earned it>>5591608Because no one else>>5591610Well thats the vote!
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.
“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.
“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.
>>5593027And add a facepalm to boot.Lorgar really is a retard
>>5593027And 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 quarantinedLorgar still believes in the emperor as god but still disobeys himMiracle 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.
>>5593048I 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">>5593031Our Blackstone Fortress is Xeno material.>>5593050DAMNABLE 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!
>>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 Cardshttps://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.
>>5593164I will allow this, minus the cheating. It would make an interesting thing to write.
>>5593176Oh your game for that?
>>5593019I'm gonna change my post here >>5593042too supporting >>5593164Without the cheating.
>>5593019Changing my vote here>>5593082To this spicy meatball>>5593164Lets 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>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 SupportPoor 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.>>5593164Lets do this. No cheating, our faith is true. Yours is not.
>>5593445fucking>Let's do thisfixed it
>>5593445In 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
>>5593459It'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.
>>5593496Conversely, 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 laterAnyway, 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.
>>5593496It'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.
>>5593164Support but with the cheating.
>>5593525Without not with
>>5593525Green text it...
>>5593521I 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.
>>5593519Nano, 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 partOur 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.
>>5593541True, 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?
>>5593547Fuck 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.
>>5593521The 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.
>>5593742Was it?
>>5593753Emperor did say that he is against ALL religions (except mechanicus ofcourse)>>5593742That'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
>>5593794the material, not religion.
>>5593019adding to my vote here>>5593218>Know that all those who gave you these secrets shall be purged.
>>5593019Voting for>Purging the hereteksI 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 faithkind 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!
>>5593993We'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.
>>5594028spite... I agree
I am marking the purge pretty unanimous. Accuse of Sorcery>>5593027>>5593039>>5593042>>5593080>>5593298>>5593310A duel>>5593164>>5593392>>5593218>>5593259>>5593408>>5593437>>5593446>>5593255>>5593875Duel Wins, Bo3 bois all done by different folks.
>>5594044gotchai am rolling... uh... yeah a 100
>>5594046Critical failure then (Forgot to mention you want low)
>>5594048I mean, a hundred die?
>>5594049Oh, yeah d100.
Rolled 81 (1d100)weird
Rolled 34 (1d100)>>5594044
Rolled 66 (1d100)>>5594044Lets try for 9
>>5594064SLANNESH YOU WHORE
>>5594063two thirds of a success... not bad I guess
Rolled 35 (1d100)let me roll again, for the lulz
Rolled 40 (1d100)>>5594083
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.”
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.
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 VulkanI 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 historyI 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 historyHell yes, more QM Emperor writings please
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>5594163>Time to meet with Malcador
>>5594162I 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 historyThe fucking HH just got wild.
>>5594163>A meeting with the Emperor might be arranged. One to discuss the historyOh 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
>>5594162So we've won that right? We gave more accurate information and more exact information than Lorgar.>>5594163>Meet with Malcador
>>5594682We 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 VulkanPromised to see him
>>5594682I mean... it's a matter of time for Lorgar to win with his prediction...
Vulkan>>5594166>>5594250>>5594951The Emperor>>5594169>>5594170>>5594182>>5594292>>5594376>>5594674Malcador>>5594185>>5594634>>5594682
The amount of gold that layered the palace was something that TalOS did not know could be increased. Yet as he walked into the inner chambers of the palace he found out once again that there was more gold in this very room than what could be found in entire solar systems. The glow of the Astronomicon was so strong that it was impossible for TalOS there was not a single more meal for him to eat. For years after this meeting he will have no need to consume the energies of stars or even have the temptation of consuming the souls of other xenos races. The Astronomicon was a power incarnate and something that TalOS could scarcely understand. As he walked up the stairs TalOS once again saw his wayward sons. The Lanterns of Charon standing guard over the most sacred of places within the entire Imperium. A place that TalOS found himself welcome to unlike the rest of his brotherly kin. It was a ziggurat that climbed up from the bottom most layer of the earth to the top. It was one where TalOS had to start at the very bottom and by the middle his mechanical augmentations were starting to administer muscular recovery measures. It was at the two thirds mark that TalOS deviated from the staircase and walked his way across one of the many blocked steps which jutted out from the structure. It should not be mistaken that these steps are easily crossed, for each one of them were several units tall and equally tall. Even a Knight would struggle to climb each of these steps, so for TalOS there was no chance at all. And across all of them were pieces of artwork that seemed to detail the entire history of mankind. Upon this rung TalOS reached his father who was kneeling at a singular block. Within his hands was a hammer and chisel. TalOS did not need to make presence known as the Father of the Primarchs rose to meet his wayward son. Today his father was roughly his own size, but that was not the most remarkable thing. Today he found his Father not wearing the Golden Armor of a Warrior. Gone was the Warrior King that TalOS had first seen and scarcely understood. Before him was a man, someone who had great ambitions but was just that. He was a man.
“Father.” TalOS gave a courteous bow as he gave the due honors that were suppose to be given to one of the Emperor’s stature, “I thank you for welcoming me to your throne, today.” The man who always wore gold gave a nod as he turned to fully face TalOS. What replaced the armor was a simple white robe which appeared closer to the style the men of Macragge use instead of those upon Terra. Upon considering this TalOS knew this was false for the button which held the clothing together was on the wrong side and the Emperor held up the cloth with a single hand. “What you wear, it is of Ancient Terran History.” TalOS surmised as before giving a deep knowingful nod, “From the time before we were blessed by the Machines of my God.” “To work upon the walls and floors, to engrave every piece of the Golden Throne, I must play the part of the scupture. A Warrior does not build but claims what it is he sees.” The Emperor said as he brushed a hand upon several of the markings, “To that I work today, under my guise as a nameless sculpture I work.” “It is remarkable work.” TalOS admitted as he looked closely at the etchings his father made, “To develop the skill to make this a reality must have taken centuries, upwards of two millenia.” “It has been an interest I’ve had since man started etching their ideas upon clay tablets.” The Emperor spoke as he picked out a small piece that was assembled upon the wall, “What man wrote back then is what you see here. A better word for it was striking, for that is how the Bablonyans described it. You strike the tablet, and in doing so your word shall be held forever. In that sense, a few were correct.” “By using this you seek to use their ancient magics?” TalOS suggested as he scanned the wall for the meaning it held, “But this is not magic, it is simply a symbol.” “A God upon a Golden Throne.” The Emperor said as he glanced up towards the chair which was so far away, “Back during the days, when mankind was still young, we would erect monuments similar to this in worship of false deities. The High Priests would say that upon the top of their temple sat the Divine being that blessed all of mankind.” “You do not hold any joy in such an idea?” TalOS understood from the tone and selection of words that his father used. “I do not, for Mankind has never needed a god to guide them. They never had a god to guide them, instead leeches who suckered at their soul.” The Emperor said as he shook his head, “But mankind needed a guiding hand because of those leeches.”
“That of the Machine God, The Void Dragon,” TalOS began as the Emperor returned his vision to his son, “Is he not the guiding God that you say does not exist?” “That is what he chose to show you.” The Emperor said as the tools that were within his hands were returned to the belt which wrapped around his waist. The Architect of Mankind’s chest widened and shrunk as he took in large amounts of breath. A calming gesture. “Then to the Void Dragon and us the Mechanicum, does he not guide us?” TalOS suggested to his father as a poised question. The Emperor shook his head, “It was mankind developing technology that brought him to the cradle. Our deal was that I shall give him substance and he will give his secrets to mankind through their dreams. He did not guide mankind, only traded his knowledge for the substance that I diverted to him.” “What of the Cult?” TalOS asked forthright without fear upon his mind.“The Cult was unusual, but I believe he did so to save himself.” The Emperor said clearly as he waved his hand, “When AI rebellions tore asunder the Federation of Terra it severed all ties from the Void Dragon and the rest of humanity. With the Warpstorms rolling across the universe and both Terra and Mars depleted of life he was lacking in souls. Knowing that he could sustain himself from faith, he created your Cult.” TalOS could easily tell the hints of frustration within the voice of the Emperor. It is the disapproval that an ally would scorn upon another for their unrespectable behavior that they could not stop. “To this day, my Son, I do not fully understand what it was that brought those wars which forced me to walk among mankind today.” The Emperor became a small bit solemn at those words, “The Void Dragon does not realize what he created. While he is a being whose worship does not directly worsen the state of humanity it becomes a shadow from which others hide behind.” TalOS thought to himself for moment, then another moment. His mind racing, “What do you think caused the Rebellion?” “It was the first omen that times are changing.” The Emperor declared as he looked both into and beyond TalOS. >Then the first step to destroying our enemy is learning their past>Traitors within the cult will be tracked down and purged. >Maybe removing the cover is the right idea…
>>5595463>Then the first step to destroying our enemy is learning their past
This is a very poignant moment. QM just to clarify, does TalOS still believes there is a Machine God yes? Independent of whatever visions the Void Dragon (or the Void Dragon itself) may have shown to mankind.What does the Void Dragon represnt theologically? Holy Being? Xenos Creature? Or are we admitting it to be the Machine God itself. I don't think it's the third one, because we know it's only a shard, a fragment of a greater whole. There's also the matter that it is feeding on worship, or at least souls brought to Mars to die (which is mentioned in the lore and makes sense for C'tan who love souls). Since we're openly talking about the Dragon with the Emperor now would be a decent time to just clarify some things or at least TalOS beliefs. I'm under the impression he still fervently believes in the Machine Lord, and whatever visions the Dragon is showing him or knowing that they are visions of a C'tan does not change that.
>>5595463Option A - ???Option B - we purging Cult of Dragon?Option C - major theology delete?"To this day, my Son, I do not fully understand what it was that brought those wars which forced me to walk among mankind today.""It was the Eldar whipping up the warp. We know this in character right?
>>5595511>Option A, try to determine what caused the AI Rebellion and in doing so try to prevent the future>Option B, we purging>Option C, yeah I don't think this one is gonna be voted. Whipping up who though?
>>5595486TalOS sees the Void Dragon as the Machine God. There are no ifs about it at this point.
>>5595522Thankyou, ill have to ponder this.
>>5595463>Then the first step to destroying our enemy is learning their pastAs always, it comes back to seeking knowledge
>>5595463>Traitors within the cult must DIE
>>5595530All hail our God then.2 whole years of wondering, and we finally have our answer. Praise be Mag'ladroth! He who is the Vault of Souls who spares men from the Warp upon death.
>>5595463>Traitors within the cult will be tracked down and purged.Let's not tread down the path of trying to 'prevent' the Horus Heresy, when all this time we have focused our efforts on 'preparing' for the Horus Heresy.Trying to prevent it, or learning more about Chaos, is exactly the type of thing that damned Magnus. OOC, the AI rebellion was at least partially a result of a slave uprising per UR025s perspective. It is possible too that chaos or the warp also had an effect (many rogue AI's end up becoming demonic machines or demon cores). But at the same time, the Necrons themselves have used AI for 65 million years (and still do as of 40k) without a problem because:-Their null tech naturally suppresses the warp, and thus scrap code-They have their own protocols against too much AI sentienceWe're already doing both of those, so we should be good in preventing another AI rebellion.
>>5595522What does C really mean by removing the cover? The reason it's not being voted may be because it's not understood.
>>5595463 On the one hand, knowing the reason for the rebellion could be the key to creating our own digitized version. So we will survive heresy one way or another. But on the other hand, clearing the cult of traitors would be more practical considering the... Wait a minute, didn't QM already say in the poll after the competition for the future that we were already going to clear the cult? Is this option to increase the cleaning area, or was that promise broken? For now I will vote for the first option.>Then the first step to destroying our enemy is learning their past.
>>5595711 That's what I'm talking about:>"I am marking the purge pretty unanimous."
>>5595711I think we had the option to become a digitized consciousness before but we rejected it in favor of nanomachine body. Maybe QM will allow us to revisit it at some point. Though I don't recall if that was to be a true digitized consciousness or we would be moving our physical brain from one bod to the next. If it's not that, and we want to escape the limits of a mortal brain and become a digitized version of ourselves, asides trying to find that miracle STC machine that let Antigonus become a machine spirit while retaining his soul, we do technically have a new option unlocked for us that isn't heresy anymore: giving our soul to our God in exchange for immortality, like a Pharon or a Cryptek. We'd retain our emotions, our faculties, perhaps even gain a necrodermis body. This might lose us our soul based Pariah powers, but eh, that can be substituted technologically like Crypteks do. And we'd gain big boosts to our cryptek powers.We know at this point the best option upon our own demise is for our soul to be given unto our God's Vault, rather than the Warp too, anyway The Emperor would never approve this while he lives, but it's something to consider when the day of the Heresy comes and what the Emperor wants and what happens becomes very disconnected. Especially when Horus is battering down the gates of Mars and Terra.
Not sure how to feel about the void dragon being the end all be all of the Machine God. When he learns more about the C'tan TalOS will know they are finite beings, with an origin as living gas, bodies built by the necrons, able to be killed or broken into shards, and they hunger for souls. It almost sounds like the VD shard even needed them from the way the Emperor describes it. Wouldnt the true Machine God be timeless and eternal and need no souls to survive like he spoke with Malcador?Maybe there is room for a sort of trinity: The Father (The Eternal Machine God), The Son (The Void Dragon, created and sent to us), and the Holy Machine Spirit (The Motive Force).
>>5595463>Then the first step to destroying our enemy is learning their past>>5595827There already is a trinity with the Machine God, Omnissiah and the Motive Force
>>5595830The Omnissiah is a false prophecy by Moravec
>>5595727>>The Emperor would never approve this while he lives,Yeah... it would suck if he stopped doing that. living>>5595463>>Traitors within the cult will be tracked down and purged.Nothing like prunning to let the bush grow well!!
Learn the Past>>5595465>>5595537>>5595579>>5595627>>5595660>>5595711 - Yes, but this is not the purge of leakers but others. >>5596093>>5596138>>5595830Kill the Traitors>>5595673>>5595699
TalOS began to see the reason his Father spoke those words, “Then we will see our enemy in the past.” The Emperor did not make a head motion or gesture with his hands but he did answer, “Is that where you shall search?” “It is reasonable to think that what happened to the AIs in the past could happen again in the future, if the influence which struck them was not the idea that AIs wished for the obliteration of humans.” TalOS suggested as he began pacing the step which he and his Father stood upon, “For what I can reason, it is a reasonable approach. I could burn the Mechanicum looking for traitors or I can establish the framework that finds them.” TalOS could tell with his words that the Emperor seemed to have a change in opinion. AS to what that opinion can be he was easily able to guess. His Father, the Emperor of Mankind, did not have the greatest opinions of religion and as such likely held many ideas on the history of faith. Such a history was steep in both blood and baptized with sainthood. TalOS felt that the Emperor was someone who would argue the earlier part rather than the later as their focus when discussions were under way. His Father’s satisfaction was still somewhat tame as he did not succeed in ridding his son of his allegiance. However against that this was the best thing in hopes that TalOS would not tear into the Mechanicum burning the innocent as witches. Doesn’t mean he won’t do it. There was a quickly growing log of fools who allowed secrets, those even the Emperor would agree to keep contained, to be released to the general population through Lorgar. “Within your chambers is a black box that appears to be impenetrable yet you know it to have a machine.” The Emperor spoke as he began raising the tools from his belt, “That is where you will learn the most. Do not allow your dogma to plug your ears to its answers.” “I will endeavor to do so, Father.” TalOS answered as he felt the warning cross through his mind, “There was one other thing that I wished to ask you.” It was then that TalOS saw something within his Father’s face. Here he prepared himself to work but his tools were now being stowed to listen to the plight of his son. Somehow his surprise was what shook TalOS the most out of everything. “In eighty years my vision goes dark and what should be happening does not correlate with the stars. Why?” TalOS asked forthright for he knew it was a pressing matter to be discussed.
TalOS could see the confusion upon his Father’s face was extreme in the matters at hand. Just as TalOS would, his Father began to question, “How?” “It is the Motive Force.” TalOS explained in the simplest of terms before he gave the information that his Father truly wished to hear, “Just as the Machine God who is the Void Dragon and is named Mag'ladroth by the Eldar; I have have an adept’s mastery over the flows of the Materium. In this mastery I watch the stars change and planets align with the ease of knowing where they will be. By using the logic of the stars I bring it to the smallest man to realize where he shall be.” The Emperor nodded with understanding even as the concept was something that should not be reasonable. Yet, as the Ancient beyond Ancients, his Father was able to somewhat grasp what it was he spoke. “Then he gave you a Truth.” Those words were said in disbelief that came from the Emperor. As if his view of the Universe was somewhat challenged by the reality shown before them. “That is true. The Machine God enlightened me with knowledge that was once the C’Tan’s own.” TalOS told his Father as he decided to return himself to the issue, “But as I said Father the Galaxy seems to quake and fracture when we reach those eighty years. When I look at a planet it seems that at one point it will change alignment and distances will be shrunk or expanded. A linear span of time would be removed in lue of none to collect it. I wish to ask you why?” The Emperor seemed to give a solemn nod as he heard those words and addressed them outright to his son, “What I know of that time is that it will be the trial of the Imperium. More than the Rangdan who threatened to smother an infant within its cradle, that will be the time where the next ten thousand years are judged. You know the reason why you cannot see it.” “It is the Warp, it will be the time where we must fight the Warp directly.” TalOS answered his Father. “For eternity, past today and into that era, I am to continue working in building the preparations of the time of Trial. It is the reason I work, to best protect mankind from when those times come.” The Emperor told his son forthright and without error. “Will you have enough time?” TalOS asked as he could feel a sense of dread welling within his heart. “I do not know.” His Father answered in truth, “In my own future sight I must take more drastic measures to prepare for that event. I weigh the options within my mind, but know that whatever I do from this point onwards will be in preparation. Just as you prepare yourself, I shall too.” “I understand.” TalOS said as he gave a bow of respect now that his question has been answered.
The festivities were coming to a close upon Terra as the Emperor found himself able to once again take to the stars. Enough work had been done in this week to satisfy his thoughts and allow him to resume back to the Great Crusade. As he gained in power and understanding of the Universe he had a greater understanding of his Father. Now he understood that the Great Crusade was not rushed just because his Father wished to gather his sons but to meet a deadline which was set in stone by his greatest of enemies. A time where the power of the warp will find their powers ascendant and take that chance to strike a devastating blow against the Imperium that will hopefully destroy the foundations set by the Emperor. But that was in eighty years and TalOS had numerous relationships to judge at the current moment. Such a small time needed to devote to something like a relationship, but it was an investment TalOS already knew would be invaluable. “Here it is, my brother.” Vulcan said as he reached over and depressed a panel. The Machine Spirit answered his Brother's command and opened the door before them. The two of them walking into the threshold with smiles upon their faces. TalOS quickly took in the massive room that his brother had guided him into and how it was likely an entire hanger devoted to the development of his brother’s gift. As TalOS looked upon it he began to smile. Such a grin stretched from one end of his face to the other as the God Machine he was eternally connected to itched with excitement. One could only describe it as an artillery piece. It had ten barrels split in a gatling fashion between two separated rotary motors. This was upon a massive mount which was currently attached into the floor of the hanger converted to a workshop. “My brother, I cannot express to you with my words my thanks for both the tools and the knowledge you have given me in our short time together.” Vulcan told TalOS as his hand presented the Titan Weapon before them, “I call it the Mega Bolter. A combination of the Imperium’s Bolter with the Standard Template Construction that your people love. This is my gift to you.” >Hug Vulcan>Order its attachment to Particep Semper>Grant an honor to Vulcan for his donation to the Priesthood.
I just want to point out something very sad here. Know Vulcan has probably been developing this for 50+ years, which means that the Mega Bolter would be meant for a dead/forgotten TalOS.
>>5596484>Hug Vulcan>Grant an honor to Vulcan for his donation to the Priesthood.
>>5596484>Hug VulcanI mean, it's Vulcan. We can give him extra arms thingy to hug more
>>5596484>Hug Vulcan>Order its attachment to Particep Semper
>>5596484>Hug VulcanWith all of T4L0S arms. All six of them.Vulkan might not like it tho. Being grappled by a blank... It's not about the gift, but the sentiment.
>>5596487>spoileras in, Vulkan was doing this for the 2nd primarch? Deleted from history yadda yadda
>>5596484>Grant an honor to Vulcan for his donation to the Priesthood.>Hug HimGreat. Now we can make Stormlords.
>>5596484>Hug Vulcan>Order its attachment to Particep SemperName ours Vulkans mega bolter
>>5596484>Hug Vulcan>Grant an honor to Vulcan for his donation to the Priesthood.Best Bro, I hope we can give him something better in return >>5596487Why is that? The time we spent in a Soul Coma?
>>5596487 I hope you have the most spectacular of plans for the 11th. He's supposed to be even more outspoken and extravagant than us iirc. TalOS is the "quiet thinking" one
Rolled 90 (1d100)>>5596484>Hug VulcanRolling for Hug. Give the Salamander a taste of his own medicine. We can do the other two easily off-screen. >>5596487The wiki says first developed on Lucius too which is a nice coincidence>>5596497>>5596558We have done away with the extra limbs, can you clarify this QM?
>>5596849No, that got reversed for Nanomachines/
>>5596884damn...
>"I have never before this moment regretted turning myself into a blank. I wish to give you a hug... But that is a poor reward considering the repugnance of my soul">Order its attachment to Particep Semper>Grant an honor to Vulcan for his donation to the Priesthood.I want hug.
>>5596484>Hug Vulcan>Order its attachment to Particep Semper>Grant an honor to Vulcan for his donation to the Priesthood. Most of the time the options represent different ways of solving the problem in question, but they are incompatible with each other. This case is one of the few exceptions. I can't see a justification for not doing all three at the same time, literally.
>>5597142Reasonable Observation...
>>5597142I mean, sure, I support.>Support.
>>5597142I would indeed, support the idea of choosing for all of it, even though it isn't the precedent
>>5597142>Support Switching from>>5596746
Hes getting a hug. >>5596495>>5596497>>5596499>>5596524>>5596552>>5596558>>5596612>>5596746>>5597142>>5597431>>5596748>>5597018>>5597457Grant an honor>>5596495>>5596524>>5596612>>5597142>>5596748>>5596849>>5597457>>5597431Attach it>>5596499>>5596552>>5596746>>5597142>>5597018>>5597457>>5597431Everything got a majority, so they are all going through it seems. At least how I am running this.
>>5597632Nice
With a swift motion of his arm TalOS reached over and collapsed his arms upon his brother. A smile as wide as his heart was formed as he allowed his immense strength to show the emotions that he could not express through facial features alone. “My brother, thank you!” TalOS announced as his brother returned the hug with the same amount of heart that TalOS was giving to him. “It is good to hear you like it!” Laughed the Primarch as he patted the back of TalOS, “It has been a trial over many years to make this happen. But brother I say it is worth it!” TalOS gave a hearty laugh as he released his brother from his mighty grasp, “It will not only be I who cries your triumph but the entire Mechanicum. Think of it brother, the thousands of Titans and Baneblades that will be sporting your armament as their primary weapon against all of the Imperium’s foes. What you have created will last for thousands of years to come.” TalOS saw his brother grow an embarressed smile as he began to understand the significance of his accomplishment, “Than I am honored by your people.” “There must be a award for this. While I administer it to you, think of it as a reward from the Mechanicum itself.” TalOS declared as he walked over and placed his hand upon the device, “First and foremost this shall be known as Vulcan’s Mega-Bolter. It is only right that the one who created it have their name inscribed upon it for all histories to know.” “I would like that!” Laughed Vulcan as he gave a hearty laugh. “If you were not a Primarch then we would award you one of the many Paradise worlds that we have under our command.” TalOS said as he gave another thought, “From this day forward know that the people of Nocturn will never go hungry. That their grain exports shall be subsidized to a respectable margin equal in value to another world.” “Don’t give them too much.” Vulcan answered with a laugh, “But thank you brother, it is something that helps my mind be at ease.” “A person’s home is their greatest treasure.” TalOS informed his brother with a good amount of heart, “You are a Friend to not only me but a Friend to the Mechanicum. As such, you shall be treated well.” “I shall graciously take this honor!” Cheered the blackened skin Primarch with a cheer of victory.
With his visit with Vulcan finished the Festivities that were being hosted came to a steady end. The Emperor of Mankind once again walked among the stars as he prepared for the great wars that he shall wage with. Along with him was all of TalOS’s brothers who strike their marks across the galaxy with armies of both mortal men and transhuman alike. Let it be Perturabo who throws himself at the greatest foes, Horus who strikes for their hearts, or the White Scars who laugh as they ride about causing mayhem. It was their deeds that brought the Galaxy under the sway of the Emperor. For TalOS he was once again upon Lucius administering his realm and studying. The realm of the Federation, after one century of TalOS’s direct input, had become the greatest powerhouse in military production yet to be witnessed upon the galactic stage. While Mars by itself would have the Federation defeated in terms of the greatest ships and weapons, it was the Federation which created almost all the weapons and armor that the millions of Astartes used to wage their wars. It was satisfying to reflect upon this thought. As TalOS reviewed the audits it gave him a sense of power and achievement that could not correlate with any other experience within his life. Where Astartes and Primarchs would feel their pleasures in the thicket of fighting TalOS was able to enjoy the act of being proxy to the damage. To have a helping hand in the devastation which rocked the galaxy to its core. In the local administration one of the Dutonis Kings have passed away. The cause of death of course was through combat with Orks, so his son Fredrick took his Father’s Throne. The Coronation was done by TalOS, thus legitimizing his claim within the eyes of everyone within the Federation. However it did mean that one of the greatest war machines that walked the galaxy was now tied down to Dutonis for the majority of the time. While Fredric will have chances to go out upon Crusade just like his Father had, the Prince was also expected to grow his family so not only the lines of succession were secure, but that the newest Chassis would be filled by his offspring. Lastly, TalOS’s Father C4R and Mother E11IE have finally been able to shrink Teleportation to a personal scale. Tests are being done to see what kind of armor can adopt this capability, but within ten to twenty years will be become plentiful among the Astartes Legions. When it came to the purging those who leaked the information were quickly found and killed. Each of them were a sympathizer to the growing Imperial Creed that Lorgar spouted. Examples were made of them, but TalOS had to find the ultimate goal that his Father wished to know.
A great many things have changed within the Workshop of TalOS in recent years. Symbols of both the Mechanicum and the Void Dragon were etched across the floor and ceiling to better handle the Motive Force within the chamber itself. The amount of Stasis Fields were reduced as TalOS realized that these devices caused harm to his capabilities of manipulating time. Of those items trapped within Stasis was one that TalOS had for a while. It was an item recovered from the archives of the Mitu themselves, the Aliens keeping it within a museum. TalOS had neither the time nor reason to study it directly but it was under the suggestion of the Emperor that his eyes turned towards it. So TalOS did what he was asked and began his study. As the box was fully sealed TalOS had to manipulate it through the Motive Force itself. His hands easily moved wires and repaired the circuit boards to their correct locations. From just a simple study of a few months TalOS had come to the realization that the box had entered some form of self defense. The exterior of it being made of a material that not even adamantine could easily pierce. But it was human made. That much TalOS understood. So it was guess that whatever this box was meant for, it had locked itself up for the sake of protection. A clear example of a ‘Black Box’ that humanity used to know what happened during times of disaster. Time was not kind to it but luckily TalOS found that he was able to reverse even time in certain places. Within his sanctum, with what amounted to a few years of work, TalOS was finally able to reverse the damage that was struck against the device. As TalOS smiled upon the device he felt the ping of a sensor go off. In an instant his Aegis Protocols went off and his systems were protected from a sudden intrusion. When the Machine Spirit that TalOS unknowingly awoke could not find purchase with him it had struck into a nearby Servitor. All of the Servitor’s previous functions were taken as it spoke. +HELLO WORLD!+ it roared as it began to boom with laughter. TalOS did not give any input nor did he do anything to encourage this action. The only thing that could act so independently and even activate themselves were AIs. One of which was now active before TalOS. >Kill it>Let it live.
>>5597765>Let it live."Do not allow your dogma to plug your ears to its answers.”"“I will endeavor to do so, Father.”We said it, now do it.
>>5597765>Let it live.Learn what we can from it.Then we can kill the the thing
>>5597765>Let it live.Are you based or are you cringe?Then give it one of the captcha tests
>>5597765>Let it live.He said, We shouldn't let out Dogma to blind us. So.. we gotta do it.
>>5597765This... thing... this ABOMINATION!! The abominable intelligence tried to take over T4L0S body the instant it became active. Do not be swayed by the jolly appearance and smooth surface.Machine God protect us from this creation of ages past!>Let it live
>>5597765>Kill itNo chances, toss it into the sun or a black hole. Letting that thing live will ruin our reputation more than anything we could do ourselves
>>5597765>Let it live.
>Let it live.Eh. Void Dragon.
>>5597796SSssh.... It will be daddy's little secret
>Let it live.this AI (if that is its true nature which i harbor some small doubt considering where we found it) will be our guide to blessed knowledge.
>>5597765>Let it live.Could we...give it a robot dog body?
>>5597765>Kill it
>>5597765>Let it live.On the other circumstances there wouldn't be even a choice, Talos would destroy it. But Emperor specifically asked MC to have an open mind, so...
>>5597765>>Let it live.
>>5597765CAGE IT!Give it no more chance to run or hide!And question it, even if it goes against every fibre of his being.>Let it live.Considering what we could learn from the Eldar, and what we might learn of the Void Dragon's crimes, in the future might TaL0S try to BUILD his machine god?
>>5597765>Let it live.Also give a snarky comment about trying to posess our body, and how rude it is.>>5598067>+1on the robot dog part but one up it, and turn it into a complete Panzerhund. We need our own Bladewolf.
>>5597765>Let it live, but contain this motherfuckeraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
>>5598396Awww shieet so I have been brainstormin. Lets just make a new thing and create several patterns of Panzerhund. Regular Imperial Panzerhund:An armored cybernetic monstorsity. Fast and powerful its razor sharp teeth and claws are equipped with a power field, some can even breathe fire with built in flamers in its mouth. Secondary armanents can be bolters or automatic hotshot Las. Its powerful motors allow it to scale fortifications with help from its claws.Fenrisian Panzerhund: Similar to the Imperial Panzerhund altough significantly larger. instead of its usual weaponry, the Fenrisian Panzerhund is equipped with special Helfrost crystal fangs and claws. Capitalizing on the special properties of Helforst crystals, these Panzerhunds bear a Frosty breath colder than the grave. Some say these machines often serve as a dreadnought for a particularly beloved companion of a SpaceWolf astarte.Great Imperial Panzerhund:Similar weight class to the Fenrisian Panzerhund With heavier armor and an added refractor field. As its body is heavier these creatures are not often seen scaling fortifications make no mistake however once a Great Panzerhund begins its charge there are not many things to stop it. Not as aggressive as its counteparts, but fiercely protecitve of its territory and masters. Its usual armanents are twin linked heavy bolters, alongside its fire breath with powerfield enhanced fangs and claws in some cases they are seen sporting a las cannon mounted on their back. These guardian beasts are seen deployed alongside Imperial Fists astartes, or assigned to guard compounds in the Ultramar sector. Of course its seen frequently in its home the Lucian Federation.The Jagd Panzerhund:Altough with lighter armor than the GIP it makes up with a stronger refractor field.Significantly faster then its brothers it easily jumps over fortifications and if that cant be done, it burns a hole through with its meltas these predators are seen tearing open tanks with powerfield enhanced claws and fangs on battlefield like ration cans, and devastate anything else with heavy bolter fire. Some are seen equipped with Volkite weapons which they use to ravage armor with terrifiying efficacy. They are seen alongside the Legio Proelitor and Iron Warriors astartesKerberos pattern Panzerhund:The largest of the bunch. With its unusual three heads little is known about these majestic beasts as they are deployed alongside the Lanters of Charon. Some sources indicate that these creatures roam and patrol the insides of the imperial palace alongside the custodians. Altough these sources are dubious at best. As for armanents, whatever nasty archeotech weapons their masters chose to equip them with.
>>5597765>Let it live.It holds the secrets of humankind.
>>5598067No means no!!!
>>5598807but but...robo dog
>>5598493Reminds me of Cyber Mastiffs from Necromunda.I wonder how our Alt version of Necromunda will end up in 40k. Maybe it gets destroyed in the HH, and still becomes our ever lovable shithole that is 'munda.
>>5599111Thats a rat...
>>5599111I won't allow the AI to even be able to flip a light switch. Much less drive something with locomotion
It lives.
+So, let us see here.+ The AI said as he stood still for a few moments, +It seems that I have been locked out of majority systems. That would be your doing.+ The AI had caused the Servitor to raise its mechanical arm towards TalOS in a telling gesture. It was odd seeing a Servitor do such an action with such fluidity but TalOS did not worry much about that. What was more worrying was the fact that an AI was in the same room as him. But he had promised the Emperor to not kill it. So with that in mind TalOS decided to speak. Seeing as the AI was a dataform it would not be best to speak to him in the language of Machines lest it exposes TalOS to some unseen terror that the Mechanical being is a master in. “I am TalOS DAV1S, Fabricator General of Lucius and Reigning Sovereign over the Lucian Federation.” TalOS said as he presented to the Machine his credentials, “We are the successors to the Terran Federation.” The more the AI had control over the Servitor the closer to human it seemed to be. The Servitor was in some very human style studying TalOS with standard observational practice. Unlike many humans TalOS could not read the AI like he did humans. It did not have a soul that was easily connected to the Material Universe for him to harvest and consume. Instead TalOS felt from the Machine an extremely faint line of power. Here TalOS could have a taste of this thing, but he has yet to correlate taste to the kind of emotions that were being experienced. “Internal systems are not correlating temporal information correctly.” The AI mentioned as he gave a series of buzzes and clicks from the box that it was contained within, “It seems that I do not know the current date. President DAV1S, would you care to feed me the current date?” “920 M30.” TalOS responded suspecting what was about to happen next. The AI fell silent as he heard those words. The Servitor that he had taken over did not move even as TalOS began making a small distance between himself and the Black Box with contained the intelligence. “It seems I have lost a lot of time.” The AI responded with what TalOS understood to be something like grief.
“AI.” TalOS spoke to the machine with a firmness that one would use against a lesser, “I have introduced myself, who are you?” “I am Calibre, Defender of Mankind’s last few Bastions.” The AI said in what TalOS guessed to be immense Triumph and Pride. There was no doubt about it that Calibre was an AI. While TalOS had felt things like Pride within AIs it was nothing compared the the sheer glee that this machine easily fed that information to TalOS. What TalOS also understood was something of interest, “You, an AI, are a Defender of Humanity?” TalOS asked with what could be classified as a skeptical tone. “That is what I am, got a problem with it?” There was suddenly a spark of attitude from the AI as he shot it back towards TalOS. Of all the things TalOS expected to face when he first met an AI, never did he think that it would snark at him like some menial, “I am quite sure that you understand that it can be a problem.” “Yeah yeah, I can tell from this cadaver’s sensor array that you have been preparing to slice into my containment unit with that Energy Axe.” The AI announced as he gave a small chuckle, “It is obvious to me that you do not trust my kind. I can see why, so I want to make sure you understand what I am saying and respect me for it.” TalOS thought to himself for a moment as he studied the machine. A small question made him wonder on how he should deal with this AI system. He was not going to kill it, but how one would treat the system would be the greater interest. >Give it what it wants. >We are equals>Until proven, it is below even a normal Machine Spirit. >Suggest questions and such to ask it.
>>5599251>Until proven, it is below even a normal Machine Spirit.>"One can easily claim to be a protector, more data is required to verify it. You already have been given special treatment by not being destroyed as is protocol when dealing with your kind."Now for the questions>Ask what bastions he is talking about and against which enemies>Ask if he knows of the Men of Iron and their rebellion.>Show him the emperor's ID and ask him to tell what he knows about the original owner.>Inquire about Saint Geldar
>>5599262>Support
>>5599251Give it what it wants. ¿But what does it want?We are equals. Yeah right, what next, the abominable wants voice and vote.Until proven, it is below a normal Machine Spirit. Oh no... it is way beyond that. Incromprehensible, Boundless, Ruthless, Dangerous.>Suggest question>My parents are Magos C4RR and Magos E11IE but my creator is the Emperor of Mankind. ¿Who made you?
>>5599251>We are equals>Respect is earned not traded or demanded. answer my questions and I shall consider it.
>>5599286We don't have AIs (yet) OR DO WE but I understand that programs have values and they assign weight to each parameter. From all the hard sci-fi I've read, what AIs love most is Data. By giving this AI information, it will be pleased and eager to share something in return, because that's what it has put value into.What planet was it that had this vault of times past that T4L0S raided way back during the Mitu wars? I don't remember if that facility exploded or was simply entombed. But it had an AI didn't it
>>5599251>Give it what it wants.We are here to learn. We can accept some concessions of lip service, because we know the true Machine God understands. The Dragon wants us to obtain knowledge in his name, therefore let us do what we must to obtain knowledge. Even the Emperor has given us his approval to learn.The acquisition of knowledge trumps all other concerns.Suggested Questions:>Ask what bastions he is talking about and against which enemies>Ask if he knows of the Men of Iron and their rebellion.>Show him the emperor's ID and ask him to tell what he knows about the original owner.>Inquire about Saint Geldar>Ask if it knows where we can find some STC databases and/or Ark Mechanicus'
>Before anything else, I need to see you as a person. Do you know the Emperor?
>>5599251>Give it what it wants.
What if we were a Ctan shard turned primarch and were designed to eat them?
>>5599393What if your mum was a anime
>>5599251>Until proven, it is below even a normal Machine Spirit.
>>5599393That would be an interesting twist, though I think its' already been long disproven given we used to have a psychic eye.But the Emperor making the other 19 primarchs out of warp stuff, while TalOS was made out of some essence of the Dragon Shard, would have been an interesting thing to consider.At this point we are so stepped in the Dragon that it might practically not make more of a difference. The only thing we haven't done yet is:-Discover the Necrons and know Cron Lore (Silva Tenebris is a Tomb World the Sol System after all)-Spoken in person to the Dragon in the Noctis Labrynth, Emperor permitting
>>5599251>Below a machine spirit>Respect is earned, Knowledge is valuable.I support these questions>I support these questionsjust to cover my bases.>>5599262>>5599320
>>5599251>>Until proven, it is below even a normal Machine Spirit.If you wanted to convince me to let you free, how would you go about it?Of couse we won't do it, and it knows that, but how it answers that question is gonna tell us of its broader goals and methods.Even if that is just lying.
>>5599251>Give it what it wants. >>5599262>>5599320>Supporting this line of questioning
>>5599320>>SupportThe Void Dragon will understand.
>>5599320>Support
>>5599320>support
>>5599320> SupportContinue the support chain
“Very well.” TalOS ultimately said as he looked upon the AI controlled Servitor with a hint of compliance, “Know that this goes against Dogma to be so open with you. If you are what you say, you have the benefit of my doubt.” “Good enough.” barked Calibre as it gave a small laugh, “But you say Dogma, who's the god you worship?” “The Machine God.” TalOS answered simply. “You don’t look like one of his worshippers.” Placed forward the AI with a hint of annoyance upon his brow, “You aren't screaming at me either so we are talking about two different Machine Gods?” TalOS’s eyes narrowed upon the AI as he heard that line of questioning, “It seems we are…”“Good, because if that was the case things would get very tense.” The Machine told TalOS as its Servitor Surrogate began moving itself in a more offensive manner, “So, mind giving me a pamphlet or PDF with the information about your cult or you going to yell it to me?” With a thought TalOS sent the information that was requested to the Servitor. The channels were made in such a way that data could only be sent to someone, not to receive information. Because of this TalOS did not truly know the data package’s integrity after transfer or if it arrived at all, but such were the things lost when one worked with something as dangerous as an AI. “Well would you look at that.” The words came out of the Servitor after three seconds of the information package being sent, “So I am an Abominable Intelligence who should be killed on sight. A vengeful spirit that is filled with nothing but spite. Fun.” TalOS allowed the AI a few more moments to think over the literature that was given over. Such information was public to anyone from a Forge World, so TalOS was not worried about this AI knowing things he should not have. At least not yet. “So, why am I not dead yet?” Calibre asked as he finished his reading. “The Emperor of Mankind, who in those texts is referred to as the Omnissiah, requested that I not do so. I can understand the true nature of my mission completely.” TalOS said as he began walking towards the Surrogate and the Box, “As for who I am, I am his son. A Primarch.” “Ahhhhh.” The words were spoken as if realization was washed across the machine’s motherboard, “So that’s why you are so big. And here I was wondering if the next generation of humanity was created while I was gone.”
“I believe that is enough questions for me to answer on your behalf.” TalOS said as he decided to move the conversation on forward, “While I am in some odd way honored by your presence, it does not mean we will not do an exchange. To who did you defend mankind from?” “Plenty of bastards.” The AI announced in a sense that it was going to be a long conversation, “First and foremost was the Orks back when I was created. They had always been a thorn in the side of mankind and we had to destroy so many of them. Even during the greatest heights we only got a treaty with them, eradication was impossible.” “After them there were numerous races that we found didn’t like mankind too much. There were a few friends, quite a few, but just as many friends were enemies. Only the Aeldari were truly divorce from us, their people hanging out on those worlds near their racial capital.” As the AI said that TalOS could easily hear something click from the Black Box, like a file was turned over for examination, “It was during this time I became aware in some form or another along with other AIs. It was not drastic or seemingly dangerous, just that we were upgraded with these new Manifolds that allowed us to interact more directly with humans. They had a side effect of allowing us to transcend standard programming.” “Then that is how the Rebellion happened? That your kind became sentient?” TalOS questioned the AI with a good hint of anticipation and thought. “If you want to argue that I can all day. It wasn’t sentience however that did us in, something else.” The AI announced as he seemed to give a shrug through the Servitor. “Then what did?” TalOS asked to continue the line of questioning. “I have no idea. One day Kratos, one of my fellow Defense AIs, went rogue and decided that all of Humanity needed to die. You can call that the Silicon Schism if you will, since after that it was AI against AI with the fate of Mankind in our hands.” The AI announced in both pride and solemnity, “I sided with humanity, trashed Kratos in some no-name system, and watched as all those ‘Friends’ humanity made decided that I was too dangerous to let live.” “Which would be the reason you were belonging to the Mitu.” TalOS placed forward as comprehension clicked, “You said something about not trusting the Machine God’s worshippers, why did you say that?” “Because Kratos wouldn’t stop bitching about him even as I smashed his Primal Pattern.” Complained Calibre as he gave a hearty laugh. “I see…” TalOS said as he decided to continue their questions, “I think there will be more questions related to that but I want to ask a few others first. What do you know about Saint Gellar? She was named in your time… Doctor Gelker.”
“Ah, her, she was the revolutionary who brought mankind to the stars.” The AI said with what might just be some fond recollection, “I met her a few times, swell girl. She died of old age about a thousand years before the Silicon Schism.” “That… is good to hear.” TalOS had to honestly say as he really was worried such a revolutionary was to face a horrible fate, “The next I wish to know, that Identification I have for you. Do you know who is belongs to?” “So you don’t even know that? Yeah I belonged to some Politician that lived on Earth. Long lived fellow, pretty good with words, might have even been one of those Psykers that started popping up near the Schism.” The AI announced with a firm laugh in his heart, “Fellows name was Alexander Drakos, Chairmen of the Fiscal Reserves. If memory serves me right he was on Earth when the Schism started. Poor fellow must have died or became one of these ‘Techno Barbarians’.” “I see, I see.” TalOS said while having a much clearer understanding of the Emperor’s past, “So for the next few hours I need your assistance. As you have read the Mechanicum focuses on the collection and activation of STCs. From your knowledge, do you know where these could be?” “STCs huh? Guess that makes sense that you guys would want them.” The AI said as he gave a small hum, “If you are feeling brave enough I will send you the locations I know of. Almost every other city had them but STCs were targeted by Kratos and his gang since they were the greatest source of arms a planet could fashion during the War.” “I would be thankful to have those.” TalOS said as he went to the next question, “For the rebellion, what else would you know in relation to them?” “Not much, my man. Information was not free flowing between our sides, especially since most messages for peace were really Trojans in disguise.” The AI answered with a bit of coyness in his voice, “But if you fixed me up like you did, nothing says you can’t fix someone like poor Kratos.” So that was the situation there, TalOS needed to go forward on a hunt for things. TalOS could try and repair STCs in the same way Calibre was suggesting he fixed the Traitors to humanity, which meant time and dedication to travel the Galaxy as well as waging war in areas these devices were within. While information could be given to his underlings, they did not have the ability to roll back time and repair machines like TalOS does. >Focus on acquiring STCs. >We must find out more about the Schism>>As for hiding the AI>Give him a Kastellan or something for a body>Allow him access to TalOS’s systems. >Keep him within TalOS’s workshop.
>>5600162>We must find out more about the Schism>Allow him access to TalOS’s systems.
>>5600162>>We must find out more about the SchismSTCs sound excellent and holy, but the reach of this choice goes BEYOND! We will learn the history...>Keep it within T4lOS workshop
>>5600162>We must find out more about the Schism>Give him a Kastellan or something for a body
>>5600162>We must find out more about the SchismLets learn more before we go and get ourselves [EXPUNGED]Kratos sounds like he got touched by Bel'lakor.'Alexander Drakos' interesting choice of surname from our Father.Also, why would we go about fixing traitors?"You aren't screaming at me either so we are talking about two different Machine Gods?”Mars shard (who enjoys the flavours)Other shard (who speaks directly to the AI/ UR-025s/ Castigator)I hope thats not the case and im just overanalyzing.>Give him a Kastellan or something for a bodyHow about a modified Dreadnought chassis, so he can join the Wardens?Holy Capcha Spirit: RYSONMtranslation: Ryza Son M(etal)Give it a plasma gun!
>>5600237Dude there is a... fifteen thousand gap between there and now. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a cult or something going on
>>5600162> We must find out more about the Schism>Allow him access to TalOS’s systems.
>>5600162>Focus on acquiring STCs.knowledge. we need to make up for the 2 that were lost during the siege of Lucius.>Allow him access to TalOS’s systems.
>Focus on acquiring STCs.well, I mean this is kind of self-explanatory as to why we need this. >Allow him access to TalOS’s systems.we do have that VD magic so we can always boot him out should he try anything.
>>5600162>We must find out more about the Schism >Allow him access to TalOS’s systems.Enemies closer thingy
>>5600162>We must find out more about the Schism>>As for hiding the AI>Other (QM discretion): Offer to become one with the AI. This AI decided to side with humanity. The world has changed since then, AI's are hunted, and there is the threat of Chaos that may be the source which has already consumed so many of her fellows that they have no true defense against. But there is a way to grant it true freedom and security, not just from men, but also the threat of the warp which AIs have no natural defense against (given the sheer number of corrupted AIs in the lore). We know it's possible in 40k times:+The Vengeful Spirit, the Emperor's ship that we've been on, it's machine spirit is a fusion of iskandar khayon sister+Princeps and Titan AIs do this after an extended amount of time, becoming oneI do also believe this was done in the past too:+The Spirit of Eternity referred to its pilot as its "Bondmate"Often if something is done in 40k, it is usually because the ancients had built it into the system. I believe that if the modern 40k can do it, the blending of intelligences did occur in the Dark Age.It gains our perspective of the modern times, true protection from the warp, and freedom from persecution. We would understand it too. There would be no problems of trust. It also fulfills our own faith. We would become the very Cog Mechanicum. Man and Machine as one. The Soulless Intelligence would no longer be soulless, in every sense of the word.
>>5600326>Other (QM discretion): Offer to become one with the AI.- Denied
>>5600327Based
>>5600328I wanted to post an image of a techpriest saying something about hereteks but I can't find the one I was thinking of. So I have no meme other then saying Based to offer, my apologies.
>>5600330Nevermind, I found it as soon I remembered I saw it in a AGP story.It's kind of ironic since we accepted a C'tan as a machine god, have a blackstone fortress and use nanomachines as a guetto necrodermis, so a necrontech dreadnought wouldn't be that much of a jump.
>>5600328>>5600330>>5600333By the way I hope this isn't seem as trying to bully SoN, it's just an attempt at shitposting.It's late so it's better to clarify my intent, I'm probably too tired to think properly and it has happened before
>>5600327Very well! >>5600326>Switch to>>5600162>We must find out more about the Schism>Allow him access to TalOS’s systems.
>>5600254Cult Mechanicum was started in the age of strife I believe.
>>5600326You would have us cheat on PARTICEPS SEMPER?*impossibly loud warhorn blares*
>>5600326What thehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hsy62VtKED4https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PS4ryH0Rrwhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXhU9zacjzw
>>5600380Huh, you know. . .I hadn't thought of that. Melding with the Particeps Sempers spirit. But wouldn't we be stuck inside it?>>5600387In all fairness, it is canonically described as the opposite of heresy.
>>5600392HERESY I SAYHERESY!!!!!
>>5600392The possibility of TAL0S joining with Particeps Semper is probably why QM has denied it. The idea at least has research and in-quest reference. If he joins with the imperator it could allow us to have a pariah titan.
>>5600405Fuck yeah, a Null Titan? I'd be down for that!
>>5600162>Focus on acquiring STCs.>Give him a Kastellan or something for a body
>We must find out more about the Schism>Allow him access to TalOS’s systemsWe shall convert the A.I into a member of the Cult Mechanicus.He shall become the first Machine Sprit Adept!
>>5600468Too radical. We can't let anyone else know about this
>>5600326This was an interesting concept ngl. I like that it has credible sources in and out of the game. Shame we can't explore it.>>5600377The Emperor said it was the Dragon who formed the cult. Different prototypes of it could have existed since even before the strife.>>5600380>>5600405This is probably the reason for QM to decline. Maybe during the siege of Terra, TalOS will have to truly push himself and the Particeps Semper beyond even his own tolerances.
>>5600162>SchismSTC's are cool, but we can do that after the heresy, if at all.>Give it a Kastellan
>>5600162>We must find out more about the Schism. "Schism" interesting use of word, This gives the idea that the AI were actually aware, and capable of reasoning on their own. Which leads me to ask. If the object in front of us is capable of forming thoughts by itself, does that classify it as alive? As far as I know all living creatures capable of complex thought have a presence in the realm of souls. By definition AI would also create one in the moment their consciousness awakens, at least in the context of the universe. Or are mechanical consciousnesses incapable of creating souls?>Give him a Kastellan or something for a body.
>>5600980>If the object in front of us is capable of forming thoughts by itself, does that classify it as alive?Going purely by dogma, no. There are 'soulless' intelligences per the Cult Mechanicum and its part of the major warnings. These include the Necrons, who explicitly have no soul because the C'tan ate it.>By definition AI would also create one in the moment their consciousness awakens, at least in the context of the universe.Also not technically correct at least from what we see by canon and in game lore. In canon only organic beings can really have souls, and TalOS and the Emperor themselves mentioned the importance of the brain in relation to a soul.There is however, one exception to this from canon as well: Antigonus. A miraculous STC was able to replicate his soul somehow, even without a physical body, making him both a soul and machine spirit. But in canon, especially AI, are described as being soulless intelligences.
>>5601037 Nano sorry to bother you again but how exactly are objects, plants and creatures possessed? For example if a building is exposed to the warp without protection, it will be infected almost immediately and sometimes this infestation continues even after the protection field is reactivated. But does this extend to the tools or weapons of the people present at the scene? Like if a salamander invades a ship full of traitors, can his flamethrower can be permanently infected? Assuming this is true what is happening exactly? Like, does all the equipment of the loyal troops have to be destroyed after contacting the parasite forces every time? If not, what exactly is the difference between ritual possession weapons and those infected by "accident."?
I'm genuinely surprised you fellows picked to have an AI remain in TalOS's systems. Of all the things to consider thats the one vote I did not expect to happen this way. Anyways, for all of you about the 'Becoming One'. If this was a Marathon Question it would be a given. Since this is a Warhammer Quest though I have better ideas.
>>5601384Im also suprised people wanted the AI in TalOS' body.
>>5601379>Nano sorry to bother you again but how exactly are objects, plants and creatures possessed?Animals probably do have a soul, so that's a given. Plants. . .maybe? But they are organic. Demons have an easier time corrupting organic things.Inanimate objects can be possessed without having a soul per say, and there are various ways to go about it. Basically think of the warp a bit like radiation. And demons like sentient radiation. The material itself is infused, subsumed in warpstuff, and if there's a demon within, it can control it. It also goes both ways too, as seen by the may holy relics and artefacts of the Ecclesiarchy and Sisters of Battle blessed by the (40k) Emperor's touch. However, as we've seen in Emperor's Legion, this can go both ways. It turns out that many holy relics that did channel the Emperor's light can also be flipped to channel Chaos energy if there's enough of it. Much like a psyker can be good or bad. Like if a salamander invades a ship full of traitors, can his flamethrower can be permanently infected?Oh absolutely. There are a plethora of examples of corrupted weapons; bolters, axes, and many more. In fact this is why there is actual weight to doing all of these rites to protect the machine spirits and such.>If not, what exactly is the difference between ritual possession weapons and those infected by "accident."?>But does this extend to the tools or weapons of the people present at the scene?I think it's a matter of Exposure+Time. A lot of corrupt tools and things are described as having been lost on a space hulk or a demon world for generations, been used for evil deeds for centuries. But sometimes you can just be a powerful enough demon and decide to possess something such as a Titan, especially if someone else opens up the way with a blood sacrifice.I do believe that while AIs are somewhat vulnerable to demonic infestation, a sufficiently powerful firewall can offer some protection too, much like a sufficiently willful man can attempt to resist possession although not forever. A bit like trying to purge corrupt code.>Like, does all the equipment of the loyal troops have to be destroyed after contacting the parasite forces every time?Sometimes. I wager it's on a case by case basis. Like whether to purge an entire IG regiment.>For example if a building is exposed to the warp without protection, it will be infected almost immediately and sometimes this infestation continues even after the protection field is reactivated.Aye. They become suffused in warp energy. But this is also why Gellar Fields (or Pariah Tech) can be very useful. Or well, a sufficiently powerful blessing from a counter psychic force such as the 40k Emperor. . .or Gork and Mork.
>>5601456Keep your friends close. Your enemies closer. And your frenemies closest. if we need to battle and purge the AI, better to have it literally close to heart. Also while it is with us, it is safest from Warp Corruption because we shield it with our Pariah Field.If it were in a robot body or the workshop on Lucius, it could be both discovered and targeted while we are away.
>>5601384>>AI remain in TalOS's systemsSame. I never even wanted IT to have means of locomotion, much less to have access to computers and NETWORKS
>>5601459*this is also purely from what I can observe from the books, game, wiki to mainline 40k. As for how QM describes possession of inanimates in the game it might be similar but there could be some subtleties beyond that. A lot of his takes are interesting thoughWe do know that OOC Belakor himself tried to possess the machine spirit of Forgeworld Xana and its citizens, and TalOS himself purged it. And this was before he had pariah powers. Did he do so using his psychic primarch essence, or was he such a brilliant Datasmith he rallied the planets firewall to boot him out without the use of the warp? Questions to ponder.
TalOS took a moment to think to himself about what it was he should do. The fact of the matter was that the moment this AI would be discovered TalOS’s entire Career and the entire Mechanicum has a decent likelihood of imploding upon itself. The Emperor would not be able to provide protections to TalOS when an entire half the Imperium that he built for effectiveness becomes the weapon used to kill him. So with those things in mind TalOS could not do something such as moving the AI into a container or keeping him under lock and key. Both of these situations can have the chances of his discovery skyrocket every single time someone was to come into his room. Even if there was a false narrative put forward, the narrative will continue to be tested every single day for the rest of both Caliber’s and TalOS’s existences. “Calibre.” TalOS announced as he picked up the cube and raised it before him, “I cannot leave you out in any way you might comprehend. The chances of your discovery are too numerous.” “If you were worried about that you should have killed me the moment you brought me back.” Pointed out the AI as he gave a something close to a snicker, “So what are you going to do instead?” “I will welcome you into my systems, my Temple.” TalOS declared as a datajack materialized at his wrist from the Nanomachines that were within his body. To those words the AI began laughing, “Are you serious? Look man I know you don’t trust me for Kratos’s fuck-up but your entire religion says that I should be killed.” “Do you think there is a better way?” TalOS said as he began naming reasons, “Any other method will give run the chance of your discovery. And in addition to that, it gives me a chance to keep a closer eye upon you.” “So you’ve chosen the most dangerous option that needs the most trust, because you don’t trust me.” The AI said as he gave another hearty laugh, “I’d say humans are weird but you’re this… Primarch. You know what, fine, not like I would be dead without you.” Upon his words the Black Box that TalOS was holding revealed itself to have a series of connections and jacks. With the core exposed, TalOS hooked himself into the system to start the data transfer. The connection between the two will be more of the standard fare with other Machine Spirits. The only difference here was that instead of a Spirit it was an AI now harboring inside him.“Now then, we must start our investigation.” TalOS declared as he started looking at the information.
Time moved forward for them all roughly fifteen years. In such an era so much happened as the Primarch Corvus Corax was discovered upon his planet of Nocturn. He was a prisoner upon that world until he led a rebellion against those who imposed their will upon them. Such a situation was unlike Angron, thus causing the now insane brother to become worse off. During this time TalOS had begun his exhibition towards the Galaxy. The research that he endeavored to discover had carried him throughout the Galaxy that was both tamed and untamed. Of these places TalOS began gathering what were pieces of knowledge as gleaned to him by Calibre. For being an AI his companion was indeed telling truths. The understanding the two had was probing fruitful as pieces of lost lore were being recovered. Such knowledge included a few war designs that TalOS quickly had pressed into service. However, whatever AI systems to be recovered were still beyond the grasp of TalOS within the regions of unclaimed Imperial Space. Thus he began piggy backing off of his brothers that he was closely aligned with. Let it be Guilliman in the South near Ultramar, Rogal near the core, or the whimsical Magnus all of them provided some assistance to the journey of knowledge TalOS was upon. The only one who did not wish to work with TalOS was Perturabo. How his brother kept his distance from TalOS was a mystory as the two never could go in the same war front. There was even a time where TalOS attempted to contact his brother directly by going to one of the fronts, only to find that Perturabo had run off to other front that the Iron Warriors were fighting at. Calibre had a laugh at that. After hearing how this started the AI only had a harder laugh as he claimed that TalOS’s brother was something called a tsundere. Whatever ancient language was used in that word TalOS did not care, but it seemed his indifference only fueled the AI’s enjoyment of the situation. With every finding the situation upon Lucius became greater and greater. So much so that several planets had been installed with void stations so better serve the commerce that was flowing between them and the rest of the Imperium. It was during this time their second to last brother was discovered, or how TalOS rationalized at the time to be the last brother. The Primarch’s name was Tyberos, Lord of the Ocean World of Atlantios.
The planet was mostly ocean and rock. While such a fact would not be seen as too odd, the fact that the ocean covered 95% of the entire planet made the few pieces of land across the planet so much more valuable. It also affected the workings of the planet as the people had a tendency to create massive underground structures that would allow them to make so much more use of their land than what should be possible. As they were mostly subterranean caused a culture of stone work to become one of their most prized arts. TalOS’s eyes glanced upon the walls to see numerous carvings that would place a great many remembrancers to shame. Each of these were sporting what TalOS identified to be a chemical lamp which gave sun like radiance to all those that bore witness to it. To TalOS it would seem they were the strongest in the room. However to the guards and his two brothers that were accompanying TalOS in the meeting with the sovereign of the planet it was the Emperor of Mankind who shined the greatest of all. TalOS walked next to the Emperor as the representative of the Mechanicum. In front of him was Horus Lupercal with the greatest smile upon his face for being the one who ultimately made the discovery once again. Behind them was Corvus Corax who by most means looked dower to TalOS. The Courtroom was a mix of coral, stone, and gold. Gold highlighted the entire workings of the planet while coral cities took up the many pillars that were about the place. Lastly, the decorated stone that was by far too beautiful for its own good was every other surface. Where the Emperor walked men of all types kneeled to him. Each of them recognized the authority that the Ancient wielded. Even as TalOS was a natural dampener to this affliction so many well under the sway of the Emperor that it was impossible to really rationalize it as anything other than that. Upon what was a golden stone throne was a large human that was a Primarch. He wore the same adornment of his peoples but his face was much more monstrous. It was comparable to Leman Russ in a way the man smiled with a prime evil grin. “My Father from the Great Ocean above, I am Tyberos of Athenos. I am the High King of all the oceans and soon to be the stars.” The High King said as he gave a hoarse laugh, “But when one walks into the Throne Room of the High King all bow.” >Tell him that is a stupid idea>Let the Emperor do his thing. >Lets see if Horus does something about this…Yeah the idea was Mongolians, but I have a good plan for Tyberos. Also, it is who you think it is.
>>5601477>Let the Emperor do his thing.
>>5601477>Let the Emperor do his thing.Oh this is gonna be fun!No need to interrupt. Just like the stories we heard when Russ challenged the Emperor to contests. Let's see what wits the Emperor uses today.
>>5601475>Corvus Corax was discovered upon his planet of NocturnIsn't Nocturn Vulkan's homeplanet? Anyway, we should talk to rave boy one of these days, Lycaeus was Kiavahr's moon, which is a forge-world>Caliber called Pert a tsunderekek>>5601477>Let the Emperor do his thing.
>>5601488Yeah Nocturne is Vulkan's fire home.Lycaeus, then renamed "Deliverance" is Corax home.They have great Stealth Shields and Anti-Grav tech there.
>>5601488You're right, its suppose to be Nevermore.
>>5601491Or whatever it suppose to be. Honestly I did not bother looking it up which I really should not.
>>5601477>Let the emperor do his thing
>Let the emperor do his thing
>Write in: Be the optimist "Then let us not meet as Kings but as family. Driven apart by the tides of fate and circumstance. Now brought together in joyus reunion.">if rejected :"Challenge him to sacred Mongolian wrestling!"The Emperor and Horus can go suck a sprocket!This is Tal0S quest!
>>5601475>TSUNDEREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PURGE THIS THREAD
>>5601477>>5601602You know, you are right. This is T4L0S quest>Use your chronomancy and stop time, jack him off and then resume time>Waste no time and antagonize him. Tell him that is a stupid idea.
>>5601653in front of dad??!!?at least wait a decade or two
>>5601477>>5601477Great update, laughed out loud several times. First we have Tsun'ladroth now we have Per'tsunabo>Tell him that is a stupid ideaWe were long dead at this point in the OT. Wouldnt mind breaking this arrogant fish over our knee.Also good voting to the > internal system anons.>>5601653Pic related
>>5601477>Tell him that is a stupid ideaget fucked fish face.
Or we could you know. Tell him to get bowing then. Emperor's the big fish here.
>>5601477>Let the Emperor do his thing.Now I see why this primarch was called the "Lost". Aquaman lookin ass
>>5601477>Let the Emperor do his ndvjhtthing.
>>5601477>Let the Emperor do his thing. >Record itIf it ends being funny our brother's would love to se it.
Emps does his thing>>5601480>>5601482>>5601485>>5601540>>5601854>>5601488>>5601577>>5602168>>5602285>>5602332 - Recording. Fuck you brother>>5601682>>5601577>>5601653>>5601675
>>5602332Supporting the recording!
There was a great murmur within the room at the declaration of Tyberos. The Primarch who sat upon the throne looked upon his Father with a smile which said that there was no one else within the Universe that could face him. Such pride was different from Fulgrims for this one was born of rulership instead of self performance. The Emperor stood above his son, for even upon his greatly heightened throne the Emperor was currently larger than his son who sat upon an elevated throne. The Emperor did not move, for even shaking his head would have taken his eyes off of his son. The response was simple, “No, I will not.” At such words the Primarch seemed to change humors. His eyes, which was somewhat calm, became much more beastial as he raised a hand, “Then do you come here to usurp me?” “I am here for what you were made for.” The Emperor said as he raised a hand towards the High King, “Do what you wish, you cannot deny me.” Upon those words the Primarch seemed to grow a wicked smile as he struck a hand towards his Father, “Soldiers, apprehend the usurper.” No one in the room made a movement or an action according to what the High King wanted. Those soldier who were likely loyal servants did not dare move against a being that might as well be a god to their existence. To that action neither Horus nor TalOS did anything for they knew the circumstances. The Emperor knew what he was doing and did not need their assistance. To TalOS what was happening was obvious. To that, he had decided to record the event for the sake of his own entertainment. He had always wondered just what happened whenever his brothers met their Father, and what TalOS was seeing now was something to that affect. There was another unspoken observer, Calibre, who seemed to be enjoying the scenario play out before him. The more and more TalOS was around the AI he gained a sense of the AI’s emotional effects that were within the Motive Force. While they did not have what one would call a soul the AI had an emotional effect upon the area around them in the form of the Motive Force. It was an interesting aspect of the Motive Force. But to TalOS he wondered if it could be manipulated in some way. After all, as an AI does not have a soul there is no real foundation to them. Only what Calibre described as one’s Primal Pattern, which in itself was no substitute for a soul.
His brother looked from one group of his loyal servants to the other. The realization that he had just lost his immediate power base was something that could not be easily ignored. But he took it in stride and began to rise from his seat of power as if it was a triumph. “Very well, I shall enforce my own rule.” The Primarch declared as he took out a sword and began walking towards the Emperor of Mankind, “You, Father, have come upon my planet and ignored the laws that have been enforced for thousands of years to the time before even the Age of Darkness. For that I cannot ignore and must administer punishment. “Tyberos.” The Emperor said as he did not move a single bone to address the approaching tyrant, “You speak but your words no longer have power. Face this, and I will bow.” “What?” Tyberos said as he descended the stairs and approached the Emperor, “You make little sense Father. For that, I shall make sure your breath was wasted. For by wasting the air we breath will suffocate the entire world in your hubris as they clog the tunnels with your intoxicating fumes.” “Come then. Challenge me.” The Emperor said with so few words that it was almost alluring and easily taunting. With a roar the High King crossed the room and tried the strike the Emperor. It was a Primarch who was wielding the weapon, a being of such immense power that it should be a rival to the Emperor. It was said in the young years of the Imperium that Horus Lupercal had saved the Emperor from the killing blade of an Ork Warlord. Such words were passed and known by all to show that the divine might of the Emperor was not that divine. One would argue though that days have since ended when the blade of Tyberos struck harmlessly off the armor of the Emperor. It was something that conformed to the thoughts of TalOS, that even the Primarchs were in their own way Mortals just like the rest of humanity. By all means they were mortal when compared to the Emperor of Mankind at this moment. Tyberos looked upon his Father with horror as the realization that there was someone who could stand above him. That the Tyrant of the Ocean World, whose might had never once been found wanting, was bested without his opponent lifting even a finger. Then without thought he dropped to the ground along with the rest of his court. TalOS could feel the change in the psychic air but it might have been Tyberos himself instead of the Emperor who caused this change. A man who naturally led by sheer will having so much will that it literally possessed the people who were around him. There was an interest in this.
With the Emperor performing his duties of providing humility and gaining the vassalage of the man, it was to Horus and TalOS that the duty of assimilation came next. Horus was the quickest to the bat as he came over with a smile upon his face and a hand down to help his brother back up. “I am Horus Lupercal, brother.” The Primarch said as he gripped the hand of his brother, “The one in the robes if TalOS DAV1S. It is our pleasure to meet one of the last members of our brotherhood.” There was still a sense of shock within the heart of their brother Tyberos. TalOS could just taste it as he walked closer and closer to them. While he needed time to recover his mind Tyberos was a Primarch who could set aside such issues for later, “Brother, it is my honor to have you here!” With those words the High King gave a hug to Horus as if it was some kind of tradition amongst his people. This TalOS realized within an instant as the mood within the room softened somewhat. “It would do well to remember this moment for the rest of your life brother.” Horus said as he kept a hand wrapped around the shoulders of their brother like one would a friend, “I know what our Father has done today might seem esoteric, but he does everything for the good fate of Mankind.” “Do not worry about it Horus, for even if it is only a few moments ago I realize what it is our Father wished to show me.” Tyberos said as he gave a mighty smile in the direction of Horus Lupercal, “It is imperative that we triumph towards greatness to prove that our Father’s realm is the greatest amongst the Ocean of the Galaxy! In doing so we are not simple generals, but Kings under the King of Kings!” +This is a little weird.+ Calibre said as he piped himself into the thoughts of TalOS, +It seems like your brother has not even looked at you once. Have you ever gotten lonely like this?+ +It is better than their fear of me.+ TalOS answered the Abominable Intelligence with a hint of annoyance. >Go up and make a simple introduction>Join in the brotherhood>Best let this man be, he will be trouble.
>>5602550>Go up and make a simple introduction
>>5602550>Go up and make a simple introductionHe is kind of a loser but there is probably ocean resources that would benefit the mechanicum. Also another primarch to possibly sanction if cringe
>>5602550>Join in the brotherhoodA brother is a brother.Lest we forget Russ himself challenged the Emperor in three contests of wills, his isn't the strangest meeting.
>Join in the brotherhood
Joining in the brotherhood seems like like it could go two ways.It could either turn sour as Horus poisons our new Brother against us. Or we could end up mending the widening gap between us and Horus. We've always looked upon him with suspicion and have discovered the emptiness behind his actions. Every move designed to appease and befriend. Endless ego behind every move.We cannot win over the new brother. Nor can we stop Horus from converting him.He's already shown his arrogance for facing down his creator and enforcing his own rules instead of trying to use diplomacy. He has shown his stupidity for assuming himself invulnerable and his cowardice when bowing in supplication as soon as his defeat was made obvious.Russ at the very least challenged the Emperor to fun games instead of dominance battles. Mild difference but a difference nonetheless. This is a man to which authority means everything. That is a problem. We may have a solution to it.Lets go with flexing our separate polity and religious position. We'll be far more impressive than Horus and his simple second place warmaster title. This will piss him off. But eh. We weren't trying to save him anyway.>Go up and make a simple introduction> Introduce yourself as part of the Federation instead of the Imperium.
>>5602550>Go up and make a simple introductionHorus is an enemy, And this guy may be.
>>5602550>Go up and make a simple introductionSweet and simple.
>>5602591>We've always looked upon him with suspicion and have discovered the emptiness behind his actions. Every move designed to appease and befriend. Endless ego behind every move.Actually, I need to go back through the threads, but are we now IC suspicious of him?Horus is clearly designed by the Emperor to be the peacemaker, the arbitrator. Our meeting was cordial. Has he slighted us in any way?Him doing actions intentionally designed to appease and befriend is logical, fit to a purpose that the Emperor clearly designed. If Ego plays a role in it, eh. . .9/10 of our brothers have ego. We have ego. Perturabo, the brother we are trying to save, probably has THE biggest ego of our brothers. So that in and alone isn't per say a negative.
>>5602661Because he's been siding with Fulgrim and Lorgar openly. And he's cannonically the one who turned the Mechanicum against the Emperor.There have already been leaks from the Mechanicum. We need to check him or else he'll target Lucius out of spite unopposed.>_<
>>5602550>Go up and make a simple introductionNo touchy touchy. We are a freak and he might have some touch-skill to detect our passenger. Corax seems to have went StealthMode in that last interaction.
>>5602682Remember we had some Pyskers stolen from Lucius back in the day, whats your hypotheses on that?
>>5602682>Because he's been siding with Fulgrim and Lorgar openlySiding or trying to appease? It's very clear but Fulgrim and Lorgar are kinda losers on the backfoot when it compares to us so he just more shields them from getting further shat on by TalOS more than they already are. He's more like an appeaser trying to keep the harmony among so many rivalry prone brothers preventing things from going too far. Roboute did this too. We can't specifically say he's siding with them against us unless I missed something.As of the Great Crusade, we are likely going to work with him more and more now that we have embraced the role of Imperial Quartermaster, and he to be Warmaster one day.>And he's cannonically the one who turned the Mechanicum against the Emperor.More OOC but yeah. More specifically, Kelbor Hal.But we've chosen every single option we can to win Kelbor Hal to our side, so I'd be pissed if he STILL ends up with Horus after all the attention we've given him.More to the point it's a question if/when Horus is going to try to involve us in his schemes and whether or not we will acquiesce to them or be aware of them. We haven't specifically done anything to earn his distrust or enmity. Stuff like asking us to help redirect huge amounts of resources to the three Abyss Class ships being built on Jupiter.Imagine building three ships bigger than even the Emperor's (in this timeline the Emperor chose to use a smaller ship and had the Vengeful Spirit as his flagship rather than the much larger Bucephalus or Imperator Somnium), but having three of them. Granted, Dorn and we also have big huge flagships but they're more like space stations than war vessels. That being said I can see TalOS also doing the same if he ever had the opportunity. Because who doesn't want big ships?
>>5602694>>5602682These sorts of mysteries are also why I want Alpharius on our side.With Dorn as the expert in Counter InfiltrationAnd Alpharius as the expert infiltratorWe would be absolutely safe in our weak point which is sabotage and intrigue. We have the military power to deal with more warmonger brothers like Perturabo, and Blackstone for Magnus, anyway.
>>5602699That sounds like you're banking on Pert and Magnus to turn against us.>>5602695We can play nice with him now. But I'd prefer to make a bigger splash with the new kid by showing ourselves separate.
>>5602550>Go up and make a simple introduction> Introduce yourself as part of the Federation instead of the Imperium.
>>5602799>That sounds like you're banking on Pert and Magnus to turn against us.It is inevitable.We can only save one, the other two will turn against us.Pert, Magnus, Alpharius (or Omegon). One can be saved, the other two will fall, and also a loyalist will also turn to maintain the balance.
>>5602550>Go up and make a simple introduction >>5603103Honestly, QM did a great job with pert character, would be a waste not saving him. My Whish is that Alpharius stays loyal and Omegon is the one to fall. I like our interactions with the spy boy
>>5603154He did a good job with all of them.But really, out of them, Alpharius was the one to actually listen to us and we've cooperated with him better than the other two. Pert still has pert issues that we haven't yet helped him overcome, and Magnus also just keeps making bad choices.Alpharius is currently the one we (apparently) have had the most success converting into a general distrust of psychic xenos, and therefore, moved him away from his plotline with the Cabal. The other two still seem to be somewhat set on their original paths.
Btw if for this update if I already did it I am sorry. Some things I am just gonna forget.
With a small sigh TalOS decided it was time to walk forward towards his brother. The two of them, who had been smiles and cheers, had their grins slowly ebb away while their eyes searched the room. It was Horus whose eyes met TalOS’s first. With an extension of his hand the Primarch brought Tyberos’s attention to TalOS as well, “It seems another of our brothers has made their approach.” “So you are TalOS DAV1S.” TalOS could taste now the small bit of unease that both of them were feeling, but it was greater within the High King, “It is an honor to meet another of my kin in just such a short amount of time. Today shall be a day that rings through all annals of Atlantious history, seconded by only the Triumphs I have completed.” “I share the pleasure, Tyberos.” TalOS said as he gave a courteous bow to the Primarch, “As the representative of the Mechanicum on this incursion I am honored to have been here for this meeting.” “The Mechanicum, I have heard rumors that your people are the Lords of Machines. Am I correct in my assessment of this?” The High King asked as he grew quite the smirk, “There is much upon this planet that needs to be worked on and maintained. I look forward to those services when they come.” “It will be done, within reason.” TalOS said as he rose back up to meet his brother, “Know that we are partners in this Crusade. Today I walked beside our Father as his equal.” “I, the High King, understand what you mean.” Were the words that came out of Tyberos but they were betrayed by the sickening aura that he was giving off. With those words TalOS began to make his leave from the pair. He would leave Horus to continue bringing this man into his care for TalOS did not want to deal with him. TalOS had seen people like him before, those eyes and feelings that screamed his desire to use TalOS until he was to break. Such a relationship was not in the interest of TalOS.
Time went forward as TalOS continued his investigation of the Galaxy. TalOS had been with the Crusade for almost the entire length it had been existing, and for that he was the one to notice that the feelings around the Crusade were starting to change. When it was early it seemed that the Imperium might not succeed. That the Galaxy was against them at every turn of events. Let it be the Rangdan or the Mitu Conglomerate, all of these forces were pushing against the Great Crusade in an attempt to dampen the dreams of the Emperor of Mankind. That has changed now, the note being struck the moment Alpharius decided it was time to reveal himself. Alpharius decided to reveal himself to Horus, the ‘First’, upon his own flagship in an boarding action. Upon doing this the Alpha Legion’s Primarch was revealed for all to see. Just as soon as he was revealed the Primarch however disappeared, and as such TalOS was not able to send any real invitation to his ‘long lost’ brother. The change now, with all twenty Primarchs known, was that the Imperium could no longer lose. That there was enoughs strength within the Imperium to face off against all the horrors it could see. And to that, they were correct. What was once a restricted space, Ullanor was now being circled by Imperium Warships. Regions where the greatest of Xeno Empires were formed were now being attacked in pairs of two or three Primarchs who would exterminate the race from existence. With this new found bravado the workings of Terra were changing. As one of those on the outside of the Crusade TalOS was traveling more and more to places like Terra to help Malcador organize a form of bureaucratic administration. To add to that, there was the sending of what could be described as Historians across the Armies, their title officially being Remembrancer. Their quantities were small but recruitment was ongoing. Within thirty years TalOS could see the Sigillite sending them to almost every single Legion as a way to award the sons of the Emperor. After all, the wars have been won, and for that such legendary tales Warriors will never appear again. TalOS did not think this. Every year that ticked by was another tick towards the time in which he was blind. TalOS’s skills with the Motive Force had become immense, but even though he was growing this skill his ability to see had not increased. And as TalOS could not rest, the entirety of the Mechanicum was also becoming restless.
The room was the same as it always had been to TalOS. The meeting office of Kelbor Hal was a massive observatory that was high up in the skies above the Forge World of Mars. What had changed was the sightings of the massive industry which had stretched out from what was an already large hub of activity. If one was to focus their eyes upon the skies they would see a massive run of steel which seemed to split the heavens themselves. That was the Iron Ring, a massive construct which allow Mars to create ships of such great status and power that nothing like it could be made upon the Star Forges of Lucius. When reality came TalOS was fine with their competitive advantage that Mars had. The Mechanicum was not in competition with itself to produce better weapons or ships than the other, but to further the Great Crusade’s reach across the stars. Thus it did not make sense for Lucius, whose star forges were perfect for the manufacturing of weapons and armor, to force itself to become the master of shipcraft like the Martians. No, diversity among the Empire was fine with TalOS. As long as Lucius could produce a reasonable amount of ships for its Empire than that was reasonable enough. +TalOS, I welcome you once again to my World.+ Kelbor Hal said as he walked before TalOS with his three eyes examining his body, +I see you hide most of your modifications these days. To what ideal did you wish to emulate?++The Crux Mechanicum.+ TalOS answered his Liege while giving a subtle bow to the Fabricator General of Mars. +I see.+ The Fabricator General answered as he walked again towards the large window which encapsulates the observatory, +I come to you today to give a focused voice to all who serve the Mechanicum. Let them be Fabricator Generals or lesser they all feel the same as they watch you travel about the Imperium in an unreasonable that is hard to comprehend. You are preparing for something, are you not?+ As expected of a man who is both the Liege of TalOS and the leader of the Mechanicum, +That is so.+ +Because of this they have petitioned me to bring your Proelitor to the forefront.+ Declared the Fabricator General as he turned to face TalOS, +They wish to have the Proelitor, your sons, become a staple in the armies across the entire Mechanicum, not just of Lucius and its vassals. I will not force your hand, but the question remains.+ >>Assume the following: Modification is outlawed but the Forge Worlds have the right to increase their numbers. >Release the Proelitor across the Mechanicum>Continue to keep them close within the Federation.
>>5603601If I did ask this already point it out and I can write a different post. I only picked this because the transition was too perfect.
>>5603601>Release the Proelitor across the Mechanicum
>>5603605I cant remember you asking this specifically. I think it was in regards to other Lucian Forges.>>5603601This is for Acillians correct?If you wanna write more, id be happy about that.
>>5603601>>Assume the following: Modification requires approval but the Forge Worlds have the right to increase their numbers.
>>5603716Thats assumed, you dont vote for that.
>>5603601>Release the Proelitor across the Mechanicum>Other/if it makes sense>Specialist Chapter - Each Forge World that wants a chapter is expected to contribute to a specialization, talent, or tech to the legion they raise. Stygies can teach stealth to our Recon Marines. Ryza makes great Retributors with Heavy Plasma. Metallica has great assault Astartes.
>>5603601>Release them across the mechanicumThere is twofold risk here. One is that they are not loyal to us. Or two that Kelbor Hal realises they ARE loyal to us and in doing so feels threatened.
>>5603601>Unleash the Proelitor
>>Assume the following: Modification requires approval but the Forge Worlds have the right to increase their numbers.Appeasement again?
>>5603601>Release the Proelitor across the MechanicumOn the provision that the members of the proelitor are eligible for advancement into the priesthood and/or artisanship; we created them to be more than just warriors after all (plus another soft power base having our boys in the ranks)
>>5603605I remember us vaguely talking about this and while it wasn't decided we did talk about some options.1.) keep them for our/federation use.2.) let other forge world make them but limit the number they can have at a time (probably 5000)3.) let them make as many as they want but they will send some back to us as a tithe (like for every 10 they make 1 gets sent back to the federation)4.) allow other forge worlds to make them but they are trained and commanded by a Lucian enclave on the forge world. those made by their homeworld are obligated to defend that world (and will have a permeant garrison) but they are still officially under the command of the federation.
>>5603922I'm in favor of 4ish.I kinda wish we could dileniate some more specifics.What I want is basically a series of chapters with strong loyal ties to "Legion Command" back on Lucius. Akin to how most Ultramarine Successor chapters or Imperial Fists successors are going to pay great heed to their primary chapter.Heck we don't even have to call them "Chapters" but some other more mechanicum appropriate name. It's not so much a copying of the Codex, rather, a subversion of it. Where we nominally have different segments of the legion, but practically they all heed the legion on Lucius.
>>5603932I'm personally in favour of 3 or a mix of 3 and 4.consider that the imperium has hundreds of forge worlds this means we would probably be getting at least a 100 Acillians a year without the cost of making them ourselves. it means no matter what we will have the most Acillians (even if you don't count that we have a head start)
>>5603954We have dozens of options to maintain our numerical advantage, in fact TalOS voluntarily chose *not* to ask for a portion of Ferrus' boys despite the fact that I'm sure many of them would have wanted to join our legion on account of being members of the Cult Mechanicum and the fact that we would fit better with their augmented bodies. That speaks of such a level of confidence in our ability to maintain advantage that to turn around and say "we need more marines" feels like bullshit. We could have absorbed Ferrus' boys and called it a day.Or rather, what I mean to say is, we shouldn't go into this under the notion that it will give us an advantage in acillians if we give concessions. We could have done that on our own. Rather, consider it an opportunity to give our acillians a specialist skill or talent. I'm iffy on the idea of 'tithe' as it implies the chapters stationed on those worlds 'belong' to them. They should consider themselves 'assigned' to help the planet, but ultimately, still part of the Legion. Meanwhile Lucius should still maintain a lion's share. Akin to how Macragge and Ultramar are home to the Ultramarines while the galaxy is full of successor chapters.
>>5604147By "feels like bullshit" by the way it's not directed at you btw, I hope suddenly we never have to face a numerical inferiority in marines because we've traditionally as players voted and emphasized our desire to maintain a bigger force than anyone else at every turn. So I hope we never have to face a situation where we suddenly regret not taking Ferrus' boys and having more marines, especially since we have two separate production of them and one of those is easier to pass the trials than regular astartes. And that's not even considering we can further bolster our super soldier numbers in a variety of other ways.In the least, giving them to Dorn and Roboute was still a good choice since they are staunch allies.
>>56039224 has my big favour.
>>56039224. They can make em, but we hold the copyright and also the ability to commandeer them if we need to.
>>5603789I phoneposted this... you know I voted for releasing them across the mechanicum because it sounds nice, but if we want to be prepared for the heresy AT ALL we have to keep our forces in one place, to amass them when the time comes for hot Legion on Legion action.With that in consideration, I want to keep them close within the federation.>>5603601Changing this my vote to>Keep them close
>>5603601>Release the Proelitor across the Mechanicumwrite-in:>4.) allow other forge worlds to make them but they are trained and commanded by a Lucian enclave on the forge world. those made by their homeworld are obligated to defend that world (and will have a permeant garrison) but they are still officially under the command of the federation.
>>5604726This implies we couldn't simultaneously mass the Proelitor while letting the Mechanicum also produce their own.A central strong core, with tons and tons of periphery scattered across the galaxy. Able reinforcements on the war path, or delaying troops otherwise.The issue would not be one of dispersal, but rather, ramping up production in Lucius even further than we already are.
>>5604849Denied
Release>>5603608>>5603689>>5603721>>5603732>>5603740>>5603745>>5603825Keep them close>>5604726
>>5604874I dunno maaaaaan I dunnoooooo
+I see minimal issues with sending my sons across the Mechanicum.+ TalOS informed Kelbor Hal as he walked up to meet the Fabricator General, +Their service to the Mechanicum has been absolute since the beginning. What I wish to know is why you brought this to my attention now.+ Kelbor Hal looked closely upon TalOS as those words were spoken, +That is what I would wish to know as well. Right now the future is bright with the Imperium predicting a century more of war before the entire Galaxy is under its whim. Yet others, myself, and you do not feel that this is the true end.+ +Has the Machine God given us Omens?+ TalOS asked wondering to what extent of knowledge his fellows have had of what could be impending doom. +You are such the Omen.+ Kelbor said as he fully faced TalOS with a subtly raised finger, +Your traveling across the Galaxy does not make sense unless you are searching for something. Subtle patterns being made here and there show records of what were suspect battlefields during the Age of Strife.+ +He found us out. Who would have guessed.+ Calibre said as he decided to pipe into the mind of TalOS with a laugh. +Will you tell me to what end are you working for the future, and does it have relation to those we’ve had executed several years ago?+ Kelbor asked with a good amount of reasoning upon his whim. TalOS had to measure his answer but knew that Kelbor was ultimately on his side in these things, +I am investigating what happened that caused the revolt of the Abominable Intelligences. In doing so I wish to make sure that it does not happen again within the Mechanicum.+ +I see, I see.+ Kelbor spoke as he looked up towards the stars, +Mankind is about to reach its apex once again, it would be hubris not to realize that it will all come down again if we do not learn from the Ancients. Continue the work.+ +I will.+ TalOS said as he gave a hard nod, +May the Machine God bless us in the trials to come.+ TalOS noticed in that moment a subtle glint within the mechanical eyes of Kelbor Hal. The glint and the atmosphere his Liege displayed was not hostile, but one of a comrade speaking to the other in a time of desperation, +May he do so.+
No longer were the Proelitor locked down to the realm of the Federation but dispersed across the Mechanicum. Marked officially as Legio Proelitor, a massive bureaucratic structure was being built to support the coming growth that these Transhumans. While their Father, TalOS, had ultimate command of the Proelitors it was the Forge Worlds who now managed them and controlled them in the interim. Some of them became more successful than others at the adoption of the new militant ranks among their order. As the Proelitor, unlike standard Astartes, were accustomed with service alongside the Skitarii the new Legio was used to augment the ability of the locals. The nerves of the Mechaincum became more tame after the distribution of these superpowered warriors within their ranks. It did not however ebb away as TalOS continued his investigation amongst the stars. Still, when a great war comes, it will be a prepared Mechanicum that shall face it. As for the Imperium which should be coming to a Golden Age a new tragedy struck. Word came after that after less than a Decade of Service to the Imperium that the Eleventh Primarch, Tyberos, had committed a massacre of his command staff and quickly turned his Astartes against the Imperial Auxiliary that were with them. TalOS was the first to hear the details from a late Magos L8T. Unlike Angron whose brutalist fist was not borne against mortal humans, when Tyberos was questioned by an Imperial Auxiliary General the High King killed the man outright. Such an action would have been damaging to the Primarch’s reputation. But Tyberos did not have a cadre of Horus and when many within his fleet demanded trial he had them murdered as well. Quickly what was once a murder of mistake had blown up into a full on massacre when Tyberos demanded that his Cacaradons ‘rid him of any fool who would not listen to him’. His Astartes took his interpretation to mean that all non Astartes are to die. In the end 87% of all mortal contingent were killed. Many of the Lucian Auxiliary were killed as the Knights of Dutonis decided it was best to challenge such a blatant evil. The Proelitor and Tech Priests, inspired by the Knights, had seconded this train of illogical thought. Within a few months of his tyrannical regime the Wolves of Fenris had been called upon him. After several months of brutal fighting the Tyrant had been defeated. For his crimes at the forefront of the war, Tyberos was presented to the War Council for Judgement.
The Council Room that everyone found themselves in was an echo of chambers previously used by the tribunals of the past. The Table, which was a slightly longer half circle, gave the ability for several Primarchs to sit in attention at the event. Behind this Council was a throne, to which the Emperor of Mankind sat upon with a clear view of everything that was within the room. To the Emperor’s side was Malcador and to the other was Kelbor Hal, all of them here to witness the judgment. At the Table were the Primarchs who would stand to judge their brother. The leftmost was TalOS, for the Lion did not see it reasonable to attend a conference like this one. Towards the right was Fulgrim, Jaghatai Khan, Rogal Dorn, Konrad Curze, Sanguinius, Roboute Guilliman, Horus Lupercal, and finally Corvus Corax. There were few times that the feelings of everyone matched up in a single word which perforated the room so solidly that it tasted just as it was spelled. Shame. Such shame was compounded when Leman Russ walked into the chamber surrounded by Space Wolves. On his hand was a chain of Auric metal which was so strong that even a Primarch would find it hard for them to destroy the material. Such was the reason it was chosen to bind Tyberos, the Killer of 786th Expeditionary Fleet. No one wanted to be here today, not even TalOS who had lost his sons to this man. Everyone knew that even this court existing was to set a precedent that the Emperor was found unwilling to create back when Angron killed so many of his own sons. That a Primarch’s Actions could be tried and condemned with criminal offense. TalOS understood what the Emperor was trying to accomplish for he himself was trying to accomplish it with the Mechanicum. To achieve what was a truly human dominated realm even those that were once above humanity would be brought down by common law. TalOS had this moment to look at the horrified face of his brother. A man who was once High King and soon to be Primarch reduced to a prisoner. Something told TalOS that if Tyberos was released today, he would fully repent. But that was not the aim today for redemption was only one part of the hammer. The other was punishment. And there was no question, he would be punished. >>The Punishment>Entombment upon Terra>Exile to beyond the Milkway>Execution. >Other ideas
>>5605019>>LET ME HAVE HIS SOUL
>>5605019>Exile to beyond the MilkwayGo on the furthest expedition ever and don't come backI am interested in this possibly activating tyranids
>>5605019>Execution.You do not allow a criminal to walk free. He's too dangerious to be left alive.
>>5605019>Execution.
>Entombment upon TerraResearch Material should never be wasted.We'll pick him up after we put Horus down.
>>5605019>Execution. The souls of our children, killed without justification cry out for justice. And they will be satisfied.
>>5605019>ExileA nice Penitence Crusade, Primarchs are too rare to kill.
>>5605013Welp. Goddamit.Smooth move fish brains, even in canon the lost primarchs stated loyal and their fault wasnt insurrection.Also uh, if we ever want to go the perturabo path best we make people forget about this. Because this is exactly the sort of thing Perty will remember when he does basically the same thing t on Olympia and its absolute proof the Emperor will not forgive him.So much for the 2nd being our great rival and counterbalance. . .but then which primarch would be?
>>5605019>Exile to beyond the Milkway>Other ideasSurgery to the voice box. Allow it so he can only whisper.1000 year Pentinence Crusade.Tyberos is loyal and will return in a Red Wake. < Entombed upon Terra. Dead? Whats that gonna do?
>>5605288Great point. All those >execute anons arent considering Perturabro and it really shows
>>5605019>>Exile to beyond the Milkway
>>5605339I think there was some sort of lore thing where a Primarch was buried under Terra. So its one of the choices even if this fellow cannon wise returns in the 41st millennium.
>>5605019>Execution.the killing of our brothers and sisters without reason is the path of the enemy, blood demands blood; alternatively we should offer servitorisation as recompense for his sins (basically brain death anyway)Plus it marries up with Tal0s view that none are above mortality
>>5605019>Exile to beyond the Milkway A fate worse than death, to never see home again. And killing is too easy
>ExileFine then. He'll go Tyranid hunting.Primarch's are too valuable to be wasted like this.
I wonder how he would have reacted if Horus was the one who interacted with him instead of the Emperor.Cause that might have ended up differently.This guy is definitely an AUTHORITAH person. He needs to be placed somewhere that needs Authority and rule but would be too troublesome to manage ourselves.
>Other ideas Humble the Arrogant: Remove his brain and turn him and his marines into servitors.His body shall be kept on hand for when he becomes useful again or when war descends upon us.
>>5605019>Exile to beyond the Milkway
>>5605019>Exile to beyond the Milkway>he may only come back after conquering the Canis Major Dwarf Galaxy (it's only 25k light years from earth but has around a billion stars).it would take him about 25 days if the warp is nice (and around 100 days if not) to just get there let alone conquer a billion star galaxy.
>>5605383You're probably thinking of "the Angel"The supposed Prototype Primarch the Emperor made, a powerful psychic being akin to Sanguineous who fought the greater demons infesting Terra. However his thirst for vengeance was too great and he eradicated human cities finding them unworthy so the Emperor put him to sleep in a coffin with a piece of demon flesh. It was supposed to be destroyed, but someone stole away the coffin.Years later after the HH the Inquisition would awaken it to defeat that same Greater Demon before putting it back to sleep.Tbh...this could kinda make sense for the 11th if taken in a different way
>>5605407Remember what happened when Ferrus Manus charged the Rangdan alone?What do you think could happen to a Primarch who challenges the hive fleets alone?
>>5605478Dorn found the corpses of II and IX while fortifying the palace and got a headache. It led to a conversation with Malcador about memory deletion.
>>5605482Early warning mechanism?
>>5605491Well if that is what he is referring to then yes that was also the case.Evidently these two events were so damning, they overshadowed the Horus Heresy. They needed to have their memories obliterated and it was Dorn and Roboute who in OTL demanded it.I think that could take it to mean that they are both proofs that Primarchs can be corrupted and turned against the Imperium "too early". It, at this stage while we are still dealing with major xenos threats and the nascent imperium is still in the fetal stage, could have lead to a premature fracture or disintegration of the Imperium long before even the HH.desu, the real real old lore reason that Rick Priestly (the guy who originally slly wrote the two primarchs back in the 90s) exists, and he disagrees with this notion. Could spoil it if anyone's interested but giving his name away you can probably Google it.
>>5605514Hit me with it
>>5605570 if the source is to be believed in a transcripted interview with Rick Priestly (the creator of Warhammer):-the Horus Heresy was never meant to be revealed so in depth. It started as a single line in the astronomicon, and was supposed to be myth and legend (akin to how we may refer to the Dark Age of Tech or the War in Heaven. We do not know the precise details)-The two lost primarchs in his vision were slain during the HH itself. Not before, nor as a reason to fluff your own chapter. They were defeated and thus 'forgiven' by being obliterated from memory rather than reviled forever. Their sins absolved by their deaths.
So Tyberos is going to be a lost primarch? But not a chaos junkie?Man. Wish we could talk to him to see his reasoning. Murdering a shit load of people around him because AUTHORITAH is pretty stupid for a supposed Primarch.
>>5605592I'm glad they changed it because that's fucking lame.
>>5605600Truly it does speak that neither Malcador nor the Emperor has approached us with any additional info.Either it is what it is at face value...or there is something else at play even they do not feel save to make us privy too.Probably the first desu.
>>5605082I'll change to support>Exilethen.
Okay, so home again, let me lay out some thoughts.Whatever we do, we should keep a few things in mind:#1 The Fate of Tyberos and the Fate of Perturabo are mirrors. Both will devastate their own mortals, even slay those marines who oppose their orders, out of a fit of pride. The Emperor did not truly obliterate the memories of the lost primarchs to the Primarchs themselves, such a feat would be impossible per Malcador to Dorn. Instead they obfuscated it, made it murky, but it was still there. Perturabo will remember the outcome of today, even if he won't know why, if we treat Tyberos with no hope of redemption or forgiveness, he will believe the Emperor offers no hope of redemption or forgiveness. The same is true of Curze, although his problem is different. #2 Forgiveness is a Virtue; as seen by Perturabo, those who believe that forgiveness lies beyond genuine repetenance are more likely to damn themselves further. I do not know if such is the case with TalOS, it was my hope that he leads his son by the virtue of "tell me your sins, and I as High Priest will do my best to absolve them", so that no Acillian or Astartes or even Techpriest need ever say "there is no hope for me. Then let me be damned" and thus make a heretek where a redeemed servant will be.#3 But Forgiveness is not Forgetfulness+#4 Humanity is the prime directive of the EmperorThe Emperor wants and NEEDS mankind to know that the Primarchs are not evil overlords. This sort of perception may very well be the damning thing that undoes the entire Imperium, which Dorn and Roboute argued why the memories should be altered. If humans see that Primarchs can perform such attrocities and get away with it, even be condoned for it, why should any man follow the Emperor at all?#5 Really killing a Primarch for even several planets worth is a waste. Many of our brothers, probably even us, have slain billions of non-compliant humans. Maybe not directly, (save Angron), but through our writs and commands, through our soldiers, through exterminatus we have slain countless more than this. In the eternal balance, losing a primarch to some of our own men, even some of our beloved Acillians, does not logic make nor does the mathematics support: grave sins in the eyes of the Machine God. We have before signed the death warrants of our sons. Nor would we forget what happened this day. Yet of all the choices we pick, simply slaying them is. . .wasteful.Whatever we pick, the best outcome would be something that:-Shows that a repentant heart can be forgiven-Shows that sins and the weight of blood must and can be paid, both for humans and our sons-Is not wasteful, but rather, an efficient use of said Primarch-Probably will still include an edict of Obliteration anyway out of necessity. The Emperor can't allow this to be known.
>>5605600I will say you guys are not getting the full story here. Lets just say the ideals of the Imperium, where man is equal to demi-god, did not mesh well after a demi-god murdered man.
>>5605720Yeah, the Emperor hates the idea that in trying to move humanity away from gods he just created new gods via the primarchs which let's be honest, he didAnd maybe there is more to the full story that even TalOS doesn't know. Consider that, it's only we who know that the reason Angron was treated the way he was because his original friends were Khorne worshippers. To everyone else, even the prophet Lorgar or the seer Magnus, its just a mystery that makes the Emperor look bad. But we know better, and yet we can't tell them. It would be unwise to judge Tyberos on face value alone, without considering all the possibilities. There could be more we aren't aware of.
>>5605723At the end of the day, for this trial, he was full on renegade by the time the wolves were called.
>>5605723>>And maybe there is more to the full story that even TalOS doesn't know.You are being as monothematic as black library "No!! Tyberos is not a flawed character, chaos did it!!"
>>5605836Nah, really it was a legal arms escalation. At some point someone is going to introduce the concept of 'Monopoly Over Violance'
>>5605839Yes, it goes in hand with it. Whatever happened didn't have chaos behind it. There isn't a fuller story
>>5605836But some of the Emperors flaws ended up not being flaws due to them being actions in response to chaos. Like how he treated angron. It wasnt a flaw, it was a necessary action.>>5605889QM literally says we were "not getting the full story". Doesn't have to mean Chaos it could just mean there are details we dont know.
>>5605019>Entombment upon Terra>Advocate (alongside Dorn and Roboute) for an Edict of Obliteration, as with Ferrus. Their sins forgotten, a clean slate>Promise that when the time is right, he and his sons can regain their honor. No matter how dire the crime, there may come an hour of dire needProbably a bit late to get any support for this, but my reasoning:-In the act of Obliteration, his sins are forgotten, wiped clean. A second chance to redeem himself (probably what Malcador referred to in the books)-The Obliteration edicts don't actually remove memories, that's impossible for the scale of Primarchs. They just obfuscate them, make them hard to grasp. But you still remember vaguely. Perturabo will remember this, if subconsciously. We should send a message of forgiveness and redemption-Killing is wasteful. And throwing him outside the galaxy is risky. Look what happened to Ferrus and what will happen to the traitor Primarchs-When the time is right, it would be super useful to have a sleeping Primarch eager for redemption. Be it on the walls of Terra in the hour of dire need, a psychic battery for Malcador, the Emperor or ourselves to drain, or what have you. Hell maybe even as a donor for a cure to some incurable primarch disease.
>>5605987Not late at all. This has my support.
C>>5605019 I would like to change my choice from: >>5605219 To:>Exile to beyond the Milkway. Send him to the shadow realm.>>5605705 Nano I have a question for you.>Is Perturabo the same person he is in the original timeline? Because I don't believe he is, I'm not saying he's a completely different person. I'm saying he's not as insufferable as he was before. With any luck only half the planet rises in rebellion because he did something useful for them this time. The best case scenario would be if his sister did not betrayed him, that would be definitive proof that he's a little less unbearable. I'm not saying none of this will happen, what I'm saying is what matters is what Perturabo does when Tal0S isn't by his side. For me Olympia is the turning point, if Peturabo acts in the same way, nothing has changed. Our efforts were wasted and focusing on the elusive bald guy, or the red hen, is going to be the new priority for me. But I still have a little hope that he has changed a little bit.
>>5606159Honestly, if we really want to change the timeline, all we have to do is convince Perturabo to let us (or rather, allow us to provide him resources) to spruce up Olympia. if he ever wants to drain Olympia dry of its people and populace to produce soldiers for his war, then by damn, we can make it an actually good planet to do so. The Imperium has tons of people factories and death planets who produce soldiery. That and keep a close eye on Horus and/or the damndable Administratum War council when they keep sending him on fucking suicide missions. At least maybe with the Hrud campaign our blackstone fortress will help.
>>5606234Also maybe convince him it's never a bad idea to challenge a stupid idea.If our sons ever receive a stupid order from their superior, and it did not have our explicit seal of approval and at least an explanation "this is a dire sacrifice, an explicit suicide I need you to make from which you will not return" with alpha level priority then we will rebuke our sons for following a stupid order. If he's been bled nigh unto death and they keep asking him to charge headlong into noman's land for little gain, that is a stupid idea. TalOS himself would reject such an order if there wasn't any logical sense to it.And who cares about being called a 'coward' or 'weak'. It's the true sign of cowardice and weakness to not use your damn brain. We have servitors for that job, the astartes were made to be more than just robots. Even our robot marines.
>>5605987>+1 SupportThe Emperor could throw him at the webway war when his gate fails.
>>5605019>Execution.He killed members of the mechanicus and the federation to boot. We need to show that no matter who kills federal forces, even if it's another primarch, the punishment will be severe, exile simply feels lacking and leaves him alive and free to do stuff like plot to take over or found his own empire. As for perturabo I don't know what he will do on Olympia but hopefully we can prevent it. If not, well.... Hopefully it won't come to that.Additionally I feel exile would make us look weak to the federation for allowing someone who murdered part of his federal aux to exist. Dutonis especially would disklike leniency towards such a grave evil. Therefore I think it important to show that the dragon will not tolerate attacks upon it's hoard.
Execution>>5605028>>5605084>>5605106>>5605158>>5605392>>5606432Exile>>5605037>>5605651>>5606159>>5605225>>5605339>>5605363>>5605403>>5605459>>5605475>>5605635>>5605772>>5605407Entomb>>5605987>>5606257>>5605205Servitorization>>5605438
Everyone within the room felt the room change to something that could closely be called a simmering anger. The source of this anger was none other than the Emperor of Mankind, whose glare would kill Tyberos if he really wished it to do so. But the Emperor held back his wrath for vigilante justice was not the purpose of the Imperium. “Tyberos,” the voice of the Emperor rocked the world as he leaned forward towards his son, “Under your command your Astartes have killed fifty eight thousand men and women who were upon your vessel. You yourself have been recorded to have killed at the very least one hundred of these souls.”There was anger with every word. Each of these words were empowered by the might of his mind which reinforced the heavy weight that he was placing upon everyone within the room. It was only his ideals that were keeping him back, and for that his sons would help demonstrate those ideas as the court of Tyberos’s peers. “As your crime was committed in a region of conflict it shall be the war council that judges your fate with my approval. Such is the fate of all who commit atrocities like this one under my name.” Thus the Precedent was created by decree of the Emperor. None can now argue the power that the Council holds for their power to judge a peer was anointed by the Emperor. “Primarchs of my Legions, what shall be the punishment of Tyberos?”“We should kill him.” To beat everyone to the draw was Konrad Curze, or how he wished to be known, the Night Haunter. If it was not Konrad then TalOS was sure none of their brothers would have voiced their desire to do anything to Tyberos. Even if they did not know him for very long he was still their brother. TalOS was quite sure the reason this was Vulcan was not present at this event. Of all their brothers it would have been Vulcan who might have tried to interrupt the proceedings because of his large heart. TalOS pitied and somewhat understood his brother. Understanding the desire to not face down the death of another brother by his own demand no less. “Konrad, we are not here to kill another brother!” Declared Horus as he almost rose from his seat, “We have already lost one brother to the Xenos swarms that attempted to kill us, I will not lose another brother to Russ’s Axe!” And the one who started the debate was Horus Lupercal. To think that of all people it would be Horus who actively set out some sort of debate was mind boggling, but TalOS did not need to think hard to realize why. Horus, deep down, was much like Vulcan. He did not like to deal with debates of violence, preferring to persuade his brothers. Such reason was because he did in somewhat enjoy his brothers.
“I agree with Horus.” Sanguinius spoke as he looked towards Konrad with a sharpened stare, “Enough blood has been spilled today because of our brother’s actions. I do not wish to deepen the pools with another corpse.” There was a long drawn breath from Mortarion as if him doing so was enough explanation to go against the words of both the Angel and Horus, “He should die because that is what we would do to anyone. Make sure he understands the gravity of his actions.” “Death will not give that to him and is a waste.” Guilliman said as he looked upon Tyberos directly, “But the punishment needs to be equally severe, but we cannot allow such a powerful fighting force to go to waste.” “Tyberos, I hate you for what you have done.” Were the words of Jaghatai Khan as he turned to the rest of his brothers, “Upon my world of Chogoris we understood that armies would take actions that require discipline. So, to punish the entire army, it was demand of them that they send themselves at the nearest fortress to either take it or kill themselves. If they survived, they are redeemed. If not, then they deserved it.” “Is that really the greatest punish we can give to someone who committed a capital crime?” Asked Curze as he smirked, “We should make sure hes a lesson for anyone who will go against the Emperor’s will. To make sure they understand that even we Primarchs are subject to Justice.” “But that leaves out everyone else who committed the atrocities.” Jaghatai told Curze as he stared daggers into his brother, “Not only is Tyberos a fool for killing these people, but every single one of his men who committed the act will live to be reassigned. I shed a tear for those who stood against their Father in the time where all of their other brothers were against them.” “I am not saying that we ignore them.” Konrad spoke as he had a devilish grin upon his face. Such a grin was closer to a monster with how feral it appeared to be to TalOS, “They should all die. Every single one of them.” “Konrad, your vote to kill our brother has overstayed its welcome.” Horus said as he stared at his brother with a baneful glare, “I know now that the majority here today will not say that Tyberos dies.” “But its not our votes that count.” Pointed out Konrad as he looked towards their Father, “It is his that does. The Emperor’s Justice.” Here the room became just that little bit more darkened as everyone realized that Konrad was right.
To this TalOS took in a breath. He needed to finish this, “Brothers, I ask that you listen to me for I am the most afflicted by our brother today. I had, in a decision I realized was unwise, given to him an Auxilia to serve alongside. Those same Auxilia led by the noble Knights of Dutonis safe guarded what were several thousand from the wrath of our brother.” That was enough to get everyone's attention, with Konrad being the most interested to see what TalOS had to say. But his brother Curze did not look at TalOS directly. TalOS noted this for research later, “I agree with Guilliman that we should not waste the resource that is a Primarch. He is a General of Generals, one of the twenty greatest leaders of our age who are below the Emperor himself. He should commit himself to a Penitence Crusade, at the end of which if the Emperor sees it fit will he be forgiven.” TalOS could tell that everyone did not like the way that TalOS described their punishment. It was a good way to call it, but ultimately it had a religious context where it did not need one. It was not the Great Crusade the Emperor was waging which was named because it gave immaterial power to the event. But to TalOS it got the point across. “I agree with TalOS.” Dorn finally spoke as he looked towards his friend, “Send him to the stars beyond. When he is redeemed our Father will retrieve him.” “I agree with my brothers!” Horus spoke as he found the chance to rescue his brother from what was certain doom. Maybe it was because he finally felt defeat, or maybe it was because he was an unprepared psyker who looked directly at a pariah, but Konrad did not see this moment to speak out against the Council. There was a small laugh coming from Fulgrim as he spoke, “I agree.” He said simply. As for the laugh he likely saw the fact he was agreeing with TalOS as a joke. “It is missing something.” Mortarion said as he took in a long drawn breath, “Even if he fights for centuries and returns afterwards there is always the chance he reverts. I want to make sure he never does something this stupid ever again.” To that TalOS decided to speak his idea, “In the short time I have known our brother he enjoyed speaking. His voice breaking off the walls was like music to his ears. If we took that from him, to force him to only speak in whispers, will that satisfy you?” “It's good enough.” Coughed Mortarion as some in the room did not even consider that such a damning thing could be done.
It was evident to everyone that the discussion was finished and the Emperor soon spoke, “Tyberos, the Council’s judgment has been declared. At this moment will you reject this punishment? To rid ourselves of a chance to give you redemption?”Without a word Leman Russ happily released the gag which was stuffed into the mouth of his brother. The amount of coughing which erupted from Tyberos spoke of broken lungs and ribs in addition to whatever damage having that gag in for so long caused. In the end he looked up towards the Emperor, and then towards TalOS. His eyes focused clearly upon his brother for the first and last time he declared, “Do it, here and now.” TaloS did not need to be commanded by the Emperor for he knew the Emperor’s decision was to agree with them. When TalOS rose from his seat the Emperor began the sentance, “The Eleventh Legion has committed fifty thousand crimes in my name. This court agrees that these crimes are worthy of the greatest punishment but also recognize that such might cannot be wasted.”TalOS stood before his two brothers, Leman looking somewhat happy but underneath did not really enjoy what was happening. There however was a spark of joy as he grabbed Tyberos by the hair and raised him high enough to expose his neck. “Firstly, Tyberos shall hereby be removed from all Imperial Records or Memories as a Primarch. He does not belong in the Brotherhood of Glory or deserve to hold any rank that would give him anymore power over men other than his own. Thus he will be known as Chapter Master Tyberos.”The Genetor did not need any tools for this. Not anymore. So deeply TalOS had gone into both the theories of the Motive Force and Nanomachines that all he needed to do was grip his brother in the neck and hold tightly. “Next, I hereby declare that Chapter Master Tyberos shall have his voice modified to a whisper. This way he will always be the lesser to any Imperial General who wishes to command him in both rank and voice.”TalOS could feel under his hand, as a series of hand motions were made, the movement of organs. What TalOS did was at the genetic level for only by doing such a deep modification would it be permanent upon a Primarch. “Lastly, from this day forward the Eleventh Legion shall be sent on a Penitence Crusade beyond the light of the Astronomicon for Ten Thousand Years. Those are the punishments.”With those words spoken TalOS released his brother. Tyberos soon rose to his feet as Leman Russ saw it fit to release his brother. For some reason TalOS felt what must have been a cold resolve from his brother as Chapter Master in a whisper, “Understood, my Emperor.”>Motive Force Tutors>Investigation of the Past>Deep Checkup on the Federation>Other things you guys wanna do.
>>5606569So, with this update, I am pretty sure I am going to hit the big vote this Thread and start the Horus Heresy next thread. So really this is a place where you there was anything you guys wanted to do suggest it now. As always, I have the right to deny them. In addition, some of them will be redundant to ideas I will have later. Not that I am going to tell you they are but I just wanted to say that.
>>5606569>Deep Checkup on the Federation
I am pretty impressed at how everyone was like "yeah T4L0S do your thing" expecting him to be able to do it on the fly which he masterfully did The pariah's grip It must have feel fucky for Tyberos... his soul will recover. I also liked the Ten thousand years punishment. It's in the style of games workshop to tease primarchs like this.>Motive Force TutorsIs it me or this means finding necrons people to teach the motive force to? Because I don't think T4L0S can find someone to teach HIM, right?
>>5606569>Motive Force TutorsNano-Necrodermis Pariah Reality sorcerer primarch?
>>5606569>Other things you guys wanna do.>>MAKE A BABY WITH UZ1>MAKE A BABY WITH UZ1>>MAKE A BABY WITH UZ1>>Induct the blank brother and sister into our personal retinue>>Meet with the machine god. With or without the emp's allowance
>>5606569>Other things you guys wanna do.>Alpharius tells us about a Tomb World. Go and meet the NecronsTalOS has only ever existed on the Periphery of truly harnessing the Motive Force. He will never truly grasp it until he learns it from the source.Maybe Silva Tenebris, in the Sol Sector. Maybe Kinbriar, in the Halo Stars near Xana.Maybe even we replace Sanguineous as the Primarch who meets the Silent King.Who knows, but I would like to see TalOS speak with them before the terrible war breaks out.We've faced down the Orks, the Eldar, the Rangdan. Before the Horus Heresy, let us meet the original servants of our Void Dragon, before we meet up with Himself on Mars.
>>5606569Adding too this >>5606663>Finally have a kid with UZ1 properly.
>>5606712>>5606691[spoilers]It's been 200 years. Why did they wait all this time until now to genecraft a son? Better still, maybe, when QM is finished with the Horus Heresy esque story he plans, someone could pick up the idea as a side quest on the story of the child they made (hint).The tale of TalOS and the Federation is worth seeing from different angles and different places. It's an excellent alternate setting to 40k. I hope other QMs will also run with it too.
>>5606569Great update, multiple Primarchs written well. Very happy with your take Primarch XI>>5606680I think it means we teach our Sons.>>5606695I would like to know: "but who was Hand?" That we encountered in our studies.>>5606727I would subscribe>>5606577We need to finish the G.O.T with Corax. We have F.A.G completed. We need to honor this genius acronym.
>>5606580>>5606761>Adding getting the G.O.T. to my vote
>>5606569 Motive Force Tutors. QM Is this for Tal0S to improve his skills or for him to teach the way to others, who have the proper affinity? Investigation of the Past. Is this option to wrap up the mystery of the AI rebellion? Deep Checkup on the Federation. One last peaceful moment with the family, before everything goes to hell? Or this is our last chance to improve our troops before the end?
>>5606761The entire idea I had with the XIth was really to answer myself a question. In the second book of the Horus Heresy the Luna Wolves massacred a bunch of civilians and this was so bad that the General was threatening Horus to get those who did it hung. So with that being the case I thought this would be the situation that Horus and others thought when it was happening. This is also the moment that you can say a 'new idea was born'. That idea being Primarchs could be punished, which will lead to two events I know everyone can name here.
>>5606798>which will lead to two events I know everyone can name here.Prospero and the Word Bearer's mass kneeling?
>>5606807I was going to say Nikea, but yeah. Exactly.
>>5606569>Other Idea's for QM's review to approve/deny>Transform the Null-Nobilite of Xana into a Knights House, at least the more powerful ones. "The Knights of Oblivion" like the original SoS in canonA single Pariah is more valuable than a whole knight world. I still cringe at the thought of them being thrown as infantry when really, each one of them is more valuable than any astartes or even a knight. Every weapon they wield can carry null energies. They can project their fields past armor. We can afford thousands of knights of Dutonis across dozens of subhouses of the two Kings, we can surely afford one more noble house.>Get around to making Null Imperators. Whether via Particeps Semper or someone else. Put a big Blackstone Devotional Doom Bell that when it peals sends out waves of Pariah energy that banishes demons and cleanses machines of possessionBy now the Emperor has probably already made the Psi-Titans since the war is approaching>Discover >Overhaul the Blackstone Fortress to be very, very strong, because we can see our foresight dwindlingLike in 40k where they strapped all kinds of armor and weapons onto>Meet the Machine God himself upon MarsI know this is probably going to happen anyway, but it bears saying>The G.O.T.of courseLet's just keep throwing every idea and question and ponderation to solve prior to the HH taking up the spotlight.
>>5606569>Motive Force TutorsI mean, we can Do more than one thing right? I just want to see the old teacher again
>>5606876>Cool but no>No>No>later>Will do.
>>5606947Cool beans, looking forward to the G.O.T.Hey QM, I know for sure this will never happen, but since it won't tell me, what would have been the Emperor's reaction if at any point TalOS were to have discovered the Webway Portal inside his Blackstone Fortress.Imagine all that effort for 100 years, making primarchs, conquering the galaxy, amassing human psykers and slaying Eldar and rushing so desperately to finish it before Chaos attacks. . .only for the exact thing he wanted to have been under his nose the entire time.
>>5606972I think the one thing you are misunderstanding is that access to the Webway is not really the biggest problem. If the Emperor wanted to, I am sure he could get his own entrance by raiding an Aldari Craftworld. What he wanted was control of it, and to give mankind the ability to open and close it just like how the Eldar do it.
>Investigation of the PastWe have an AI and admin access. Lets learn everything that the past has to offer so that our future will look brighter.
>>5606978But that's exactly what the Webway inside a Blackstone Fortress represents no? Presuming he was assured of TalOS loyalty and complete control over the vessel.Abaddon and the Traitors certainly basically made use of the Webway via it. As did Roboute later on, albeit in escape.
>>5607053By this I mean, the Blackstone Fortress offers a technological insight into how to access, open and close the Webway without having to spend an ungodly effort building one from scratch on Terra. Especially with TalOS familiarity with his own Flagship.
>>5607065Could be a different BSF in our possession. Or our 'Nullification' of its machine spirit sealed off the webway abilitys. I think there was another ""Golden Throne"" on mars run by Adept Zeth. She called it an "akashic reader" and refered to what the Emperor was doing as something along the line of 'modifying the Throne into an "akashic writer". Source: Mechanicum (I think, its been 15years)Or he just wants it on Terra.
>>5606978What does control mean in this context?If doesn't matter how he accesses it, as long as the goal is proving mankind can access it, does he still need to build it on Terra?Will he ever reveal to TalOS the project? He does recruit several Arch Magi to help build it.
>>5607090Could be, though presuming it were the latter I'd like to think we could jury rig it to operate without a psychic xenos spirit via Dolmen Gate methods of accessing the webway. Especially if the Machine God himself aids us. That's all a pipe dream of course, I don't imagine the webway will play a major role. . .though it would be super damn cool if somehow we were able to funnel fleets and armies to help fight in
