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Everything was so successful. For once they had a weapon that would allow the Iron Warrior to fight the Hurud on their own terms. The Technology that the newly christened Adeptus Mechanicus was far beyond the hopes that Perturabo wished for when it came to the elimination of the time distortion effects that the Hurud enjoyed so much.

For once in this miserable war their guns were able to shoot straight. That Astartes were able to bring their flamers against their enemies without the flame quickly dissipating thanks to thermal dynamic degradation. For once they were able to slam a chainsword into the chest of a Hurud and bring it through with the utmost ruthlessness.

Such joy was not shared by just the Iron Warriors. When the Hurud had realized their fates were sealed they had began fleeing to the surface in some attempt to escape to the stars. Maybe it was because they had ruined the time distortion field that they also could not walk amongst the stars like they had before. What it amounted to was the Knights of Dutonis getting their revenge against the rodents who had killed so many of their nobleman and knights in the several years they had all been fighting.

It was just a few weeks ago now but it was still in the past. And for sure the Hurud would not use their time afflicting powers to ruin themselves, to accidently recreate the conditions that allowed their ruination. No, the Hurud seemed determined to bring their solar system so far forward in time that the achievements of the Iron Warriors would be wiped away by a star going supernova!

He could feel his teeth begin to grind as he realized this. But really he should have expected this as well. Dantioch, who had fought to the man in the Gulf, was fighting what was the vanguard assault to this event. The attempt by the Hurud to try and bring about the damnation of the Iron Warriors.

Perturabo remembered the face of the Warsmith and felt a shiver cressing across his spine. A perfect recollection of the Warsmith limping towards the Iron Throne with the expression of sincere regret upon his visage. The Astartes, a group of creatures thought to be immortal, had found themselves dying in droves from old age. It sickened Perturabo every time he saw this happen.

It was that sickness that caused Perturabo to release Dantioch from his position and send him to garrison some far off world. It could not be compassion for Perturabo did not consider himself a victim of such folly. What else could it be but that though, for would it not have been better to kill Dantioch to cleanse the Legion of this stain?

No, the reason Perturabo did not kill Dantioch was because it would have been wasteful. He had already lost too many Iron Warriors and he was starting to hate the fact that so many of them died. He could lose arms, artillery shells, and even ships, but not Astartes. At least now if the entire fleet was lost there will still be Iron Warriors within the Galaxy.

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To think that such a defeatist thought came into the mind of Perturabo. He was The Iron Warrior. He was the one who claimed Olympia, the Victor of a thousand wars thought impossible, and the one who single handedly defended the East from the Rangdan! So many of these accomplishments he had done which were thought impossible by many within the Imperium.

As he looked upon the planet which was once taken from the Hurud, Perturabo was soon witness to the sudden reality flux. It was a wave of reality tearing proportions which was identified by the sudden shifting of the local cosmology. The light from stars would shift and change, revealing where they shall be in the future.

How could he defeat this? This reality tearing event which seemed to defeat all concepts of his perspective? Quickly he began augmenting his perspective with readings from numerous ships and vessels that were within the system. He was getting mixed astronomical readings and other jumbled messes of information that were present. It should all be nonsense but Perturabo began to reference materials that he previously was denied.

The Adeptus Mechanicus was secretive, in such a way that it bothered Perturabo. Those that were within his fleet kept their allegiance to TalOS with iron clad density which had denied the Iron Warriors much needed knowledge. The only time he had access to the knowledge was when the newest decrees from Terra and Mars were announced. Many of them starting to seek some form of technological innovation.

But what they held closest was their psychic sensory systems and arrays. Only in recent days, when they had confirmed that the Hurud were indeed a psychic race, did Perturabo get a glimpse as the knowledge many of them were holding back.

Nullifcation and Psychic Amplification. Perturabo had caught it spoken in one of the public channels and challenged the Priesthood. Caught red handed, they had given him an ounce of that knowledge which only they knew. It was obvious the reason for this case, for the last group to release knowledge related to Psychic machines had all been executed by the Fabricator Generals of both Lucius and Mars.

But in a war like this where they realized that their execution date was likely not going to arrive, did they allow Perturabo a key to winning this damned war. By modifying a Gellar Field Array they were able to shut down the time warping effects of the Hurud and even some of their weapons, causing the devastation that they wrecked.

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It was here an idea began to form within the mind of the Primarch. It was a stupid thought that he did not have time to verify with either the Priesthood or the Warsmiths. But there was no time and the distortion which threatened the vessels of the Iron Warriors was coming closer and closer.

With a flick of his mind he demanded that all Gellar Field systems were to be activated. He doubled their command with emergency priority which meant no one within the fleet would be able to reject his command. Such was needed, for in any other circumstance either the Priesthood would stupidly call him a heretic or reasonably say that their ships would implode upon the activation of these systems.

But Perturabo knew this was not the case. Referencing the Psionic Sensors it only came to confirm that the Hurud are indeed being of the Warp. So many months of bickering only for it to be confirmed at this damned moment!

If he ever gets the chance to string up his brother he will demand why there was so much secrecy. Perturabo would yell in his brother’s face that he was finished with this damned obfuscation and that whatever he was hiding should come to light! He did not care about dogma or gods, he wanted to know the Truth!

As he thought that Perturabo then wondered if his brother might actually give him what he was asking. In an instant he felt horror, somehow, for he knew that his brother had attempted to bring some kind of enlightenment to Perturabo. That piece of Blackstone was in his chambers, hanging upon a pedestal as Perturabo had yet to determine what he was going to do with it.

Quickly he wiped such thoughts from his mind and focused on the present. As he guessed the Gellar Fields were able to stabilize within the current state of space. That was great, perfect even, for it was the last line of defense that Perturabo could try and have realized.

It was then that he watched his first few ships be impacted by the wave which corrupted space itself. He could see the Gellar Fields flicker for a moment before they collapsed under the pressure of the psychic forces present.

It was a gamble that he lost. He tried to start managing individual ships, but this ended up turning each vessel into a test as he was so ignorant of what he was trying to do. For his entire life Perturabo was hailed as a Genius but at the one moment it mattered he could make his will realized!

So goes his life. He knows it will not end here but he hated that there was even a chance of that. So much still to do, and he was going to be ruined by time.

Perturabo felt his mind’s eye return to his body. In realization, to his greatest shame, that he was now looking upon the Maelstrom for another moment in his life. As he stared at it, the Maelstrom stared back. And then it disappeared.

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When he saw the Maelstrom disappear Perturabo felt confused. He knew for a fact that the wave of temporal distortion should not have hit him yet, and for that he should suffer any effects of it. While the wave’s characteristics were the illogical mad-logic of the warp it was still moved at a relative velocity to the rest of the galaxy.

There was also the fact that the Maelstrom seemed to glow brighter when Perturabo found himself afflicted by the time distortion of the hurud. The only times he could not see the Maelstrom was when the Emperor was near, or that he was under the effects of a nullification field.

Seeing as he was not washed with the majesty of the Emperor, Perturabo realized he was under the effects of a nullification field. Quickly his mind tried to consider the numerous issues that would lead to such a determination. For he knew for a fact that none of the Gallar Fields were able to reach such a raw concentration of effect.

Perturabo however was not trapped in his own mind, connected to the systems of the Iron Blood. For this he was welcomed with a warning from the sensors about the approach of an entire fleet.

Without fear Perturabo quickly moved his mind to the vid feeds that covered the ship and looked in the direction of the incoming ships. The sensors were able to identify that it was a single ship coming into the system, but to say it was simply just a ship was doing it no justice.

Massive in frame it dwarfed the Gloriana Class ship that the Iron Warriors used as their Flagship. Its structure was of archaic architecture that was both xenos and human in what could be called a blend of practical artistry. It was as black as the darkened void in such a way that Perturabo could sell its outline thanks to the stars that it had blotted out.

He remembered it once so many years ago. He did not need to think any longer as the ship did a customary trade of information with the nearest vessels. Naturally, as this happened at the speed of light and Perturabo could not see faster than light, that he was told that the vessel was the Blackstone Fortress. The one to command it was Fabricator General TalOS DAV1S, Perturabo’s Brother.

In an instant Perturabo felt his mind go blank. He could not comprehend, that at such a dark hour like this, that his brother would come. Indeed he knew that a transmission was sent to TalOS for nothing escaped his ships without his knowledge. He had allowed it, for he thought that something like a transmission would not get far.

The reason Perturabo could not comprehend seeing his brother at this darkest hour of his life was simply that he never expected it. He could not comprehend it for deep down he wanted it to happen but thought it was as nonsensical as there being gods.

The one thing Perturabo did not understand, on a fundamental level, was there were gods.

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The secrets of the Mechanicus, which had been guarded selfishly from Perturabo, were now on full display as he watched reality begin to change. The Wave which was turning the Galaxy into something from another era was now being dissipated. It was like a rock as the wave crashed into the presence of the Blackstone Fortress and simply began going around it. After so long and so many fights that Perturabo had to wage he was rewarded by the sight of another getting to close his war.

But he found he did not very much care. In exchange for his glory being snatched away from him his warriors were alive and he was now witness to what was the changing of the tides.

With a thought the Gellar Fields that were about the system began to turn themselves off. Perturabo after all was not negligent in even the smallest of details even as surprise and wonder crossed him.

But he could not take his eye off the event, for it was damn beautiful to watch such devastation be halted.

As with all spells this one broke and he was annoyed that he even had the moment to entertain such facts. He began to study the battlefield and noticed that the tides were now turning in the favor of the Imperials.

>Declare an all out charge
>Hold back to regroup

>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup

"But he found he did not very much care. In exchange for his glory being snatched away from him his warriors were alive"
We... we did it!

I think we actually changed Perturabo! The OG Pert would have been unreasonably, irrationally furious at the snatching of victory even if to spare his life, but he's thankful! We made the Iron Primarch feel gratitude!

No to cross our fingers and pray that TalOS has also been sending supplies or defensive measures in place to Olympia to prevent the revolt.

>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup

>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
Are we playing as perturabo for this decision?
Better get everything in order and coordinate

>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
too much has been lost.

>>5627310
>>Hold back to regroup
>Other/Write In (QM pending): TalOS is going to consume the Hrud for their chronomancy
We don't have to specifically say that, per say "beware, we are going to create an intensive negative field to absorb the Hrud's psychic Aura". It's up to Pert to deduce if it was TalOS or the Fortress that did it.

>>5627324
Just to clarify further the intent is "Perturabo regroups because TalOS strongly advised him too (because he's about to try and consume the Hrud in the local spacetime continuum)"
They can have their mass migration away from the death of the Universe. . .into our stomachs!

>>5627327
Denied.

>>5627328
Alrighty then

>>5627310

>Hold back to regroup.

Finally our little brother has matured. By the way
QM, "was when the Emperor was near," do you mean that Tal0S presence is not strong enough to able to erase the maelstrom shadow?

>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
The fleet is in disarray and must be reorganized.
>>5627328
Sad. It would have been a good opportunity.

>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup

>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge

>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
This option is SO anticlimactic...

>>5627392
You picked it though.

>>5627393
I know!!! I feel so guilty for choosing it.
Imagine, a movie that features Perturabo with his legion and T4L0S is a secondary character that shows up and turns his world upside down everytime they meet. At the most critical moment, when the tides finally turned in Pert's favour because he is AWESOME and PRIED the secrets from the Admech... then the Hrud are detonating the sun out of spite and Pert watches helpessly as ship after ship blows up... and THEN the music changes and the camera cuts into the wide-shot of T4L0S fleet arriving at the nick of time. And cool time-warpy effects appear and everything changes for the better and now this is it!!! His arrival opened the chance to attack, now we CHARGE!!!
>Hold back to regroup.

Anticlimactic

>>5627400
you have convinced me I'm changing my vote here >>5627322 to

>Declare an all out charge

>>5627405
But why, regrouping is better! It's logical. And what's logical is sacred, because it was inspired by the Machine God

>Declare an all out charge

>>5627411
>logical is sacred
your forgetting this is Pert making the choice not TaL0S

>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge

He is changing and improving for the better, but he hass not changed that much just yet....

I feel like we have made a mistake. Perty here is totally fine.

I hope Alpharius is doing alright.

>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
Let's not be 40k in our logic

>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup

>>5627648
The Hrud didn't cause Pert to fall.
It was the betrayal of Olympia and his reaction to it.

It's unfortunate we can't consume the Hrud for their time warp powers, cause that was a major thing we could have gotten here to give TalOS a power boost. Really what Pert offers us as a loyalist is:
-His not so small, but not so big, army
-His bled to death empire
-His technical knowledge
Which, desu, we have most of those things already. We'd have gotten as much or more from absorbing Ferrus Manus empire but Ultramar had to grow and the IF too.

I suppose it is another good logistician that is on our side and whom we've denied to Horus, but the board must be balanced so I suspect Horus will find a substitute. Maybe Tyberos? He and his whole legion was banished intact and might have actually been doing for themselves outside the Galaxy. It also echo's Horus original conversion of Perturabo by offering Tyberos "forgiveness" that the Emperor denied. He was also never tested and remember that he did best the auxilia army and marines attached to him.

It's the unconventional things and ramifications thereof that interest me the most. So things that will be true since we kept Perturabo on the loyalists:
-They won't be at the Drop Site Massacre
-No more fall of Hydra Cordatus (52 space marines saved)
-He won't partake in the ritual that ascends Fulgrim to a Demon Prince
-The IW won't engage in wide scale small war with the IF across the Galaxy
All of which, theoretically, could be replaced by a substitute doing the same thing.

Still, there are likely other effects that saving Perturabo will do that QM has planned, for good or ill. I'm quite curious to see what interesting things he'll have in store by saving Pert.

>>5627781

As long as Dorn does not fall, we will have absolute superiority in defense and siege, not to mention numerical superiority.

From my point of view the traitors have to be more aggressive in this timeline because if they hesitate, they will literally be "dissolved" from siege to siege until they are decimated and have to flee sooner into the eye of terror.

>>5627825
Entirely possible. It all boils down on the strength and prowess of whoever Horus replaces him with, or if he takes a drastically different set of actions to the HH altogether.

And yeah, it boils down to whether or not Horus is still able to pull off his sucker punch on Terra despite our best efforts. Especially since we and our legion are the best when it comes to penetrating the impending warp storms by becalming the warp with our Blackstone Fortress.

>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge

>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge
Catch them on the backdoor

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Hold Back
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>>5627765

CHARGE
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Who are you people? What happened to all of you?

>>5628256
We have them trapped in the Blackstone Fort's field, they can't warp out and they can't phase through time. Why not just bombard them in the cauldron? Also we can capture them instead. Just going in to cut them up in melee seems a waste.

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He could feel the anger boiling within his mind as he wanted to strike against the Xenos. To teach them a lesson that Humanity was indeed the supreme rulers of the Galaxy and that their little tricks were to be countered by the ingenuity of mankind. Frankly he could have cared less if it was a Priest who wielded such technology, the Xenos were a matter that Perturabo could not let live.

But just as he wanted to run them down and strike them he realized that such a deed was useless. For this entire war they barely understood the Hrud’s abilities and so did he really wish to risk threatening them with the Blackstone Fortress. Was such a vessel capable of holding back such a large amount of Hrud?

That was the issue and he did not like it. Perturabo was ignorant of the situation and thus knew that an assault was not advised. Once he acknowledged this fact he could feel the nagging of his own mind settle itself as he tamed his anger. There will be time in the future for retribution but not yet.

With a pulse of his mind Perturabo led himself to the communications array and claimed it for himself. With the machines ensnared he gave the command, +All vessels, regroup at 98 degrees relative to the Blackstone Fortress. Begin resupply measures and prepare for potential assault by the Hrud.+

With his will delivered Perturabo returned to the general systems of the Iron Blood. He placed into the cogitator systems where he wanted the ship to orient itself and allowed the servitors their time to compute his will into reality. It would take some time but as long as the Hrud did not make their next assault he was confident there would be no issues.

Finished with the matters of his fleet Perturabo turned his attention back to the communication augars. He could see the awaiting connection, so he ensnared it with a push of his will.

+It has been a while brother, I arrived at an opportune time.+ Were the words spoken by TalOS DAV1S, Perturabo’s most estranged brother.

+Why are you here?+ Was the words delivered but Perturabo felt they were delivered with a great amount of annoyance. While he was thankful he was still annoyed at so many little things that nulled at the question of why his brother was even here.

+I received a message seeking assistance against the Hrud, thus Lucius answered.+ His brother said simply.

+I am boarding your ship.+ Perturabo said before severing the connection in annoyance. New directions were given to the Iron Blood, for which led the vessel into one of the many loading docks that belonged to the Blackstone Fortress.

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TalOS knew that the Machine God’s will favored him above those of the other Gods. His arrival was as late as it could be without putting a major injury upon the Iron Warriors fleet. Looking across the fleet TalOS saw that a tenth of the Iron Warrior vessels had been damaged from the Temporal Distortion. The injuries themselves were quite unique thanks to the time flux, with the boarding parties finding crew members either turned to dust or servitors turned into children.

TalOS’s own mind was reeling from just seeing the time distortion. He could feel that this entire edge of space was distorted from the rest of reality. That might have been why the message so easily reached TalOS though, for a message having broken the time stream it was able to reach him in a single instant.

The Hrud were beginning to disperse from the system. While they had plenty in number to continue a fight even against the Blackstone Fortress they were each being harmed by both their own temporal breakages and the presence of the fortress. At least that is what TalOS guessed, for in truth he was blind to whatever workings the Hrud caused.

TalOS received a small ping within his mind and in an instant he recognized who it was. With a single thought the guards who had been holding his brother back from the bridge stepped aside to make way for the Iron Warriors Primarch. Looking upon his with both his own eyes and those of others TalOS understood that Perturabo looked so much more ruined from the last time they were together.

He could feel it too, his brother was not fully immune to the affects the Hrud placed upon him. While externally his brother did not age the war had taken its toll upon the Iron Warrior’s mind. Immortal in blood and spirit, but not against weapons the enemy would use against them.

+Brother.+ Perturabo did not say those words but sent them to TalOS. The Tech Priest did not notice them at first but now that he studied his brother, TalOS noticed the numerous rods and cables that were implanted into the skull of Perturabo. These were heavy duty units clearly crafted for a purpose, whose lack of elegance was thanks to both the need and practicality of Perturabo. One of the benefits they granted his brother it seemed was the ability to understand machine cant.

+Perturabo, the warp has wrecked havoc upon you.+ TalOS said simply as he flourished his hand. As TalOS was sitting in a throne at the nexus of the command chamber, he had to look up towards his brother.

+It has.+ He barked with a fury before quickly closing the gap between the two of them, +Why was I not alerted that you were coming? If I had known you were approaching with your Blackstone Fortress I could have focused on a regroup in a closer system.+

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+That would be because the communications of the Warp are becoming more and more ruinous now.+ TalOS said simply as he sent a small datafile to his brother, +As you can see the Warp has become more and more unstable in just the last few days. We tried to have you hailed when we left Lucius but it seems the communications did not arrive in time.+

+Damn it.+ Perturabo cursed as he studied the records within his mind. It came with a gutteral cry of anger as Perturabo surely began to wonder if the entire galaxy was trying to go against him.

In truth, that might be the case.

+For all intents and purposes long range communication will be far less common in these days. I believe the last large scale communication that was received from Terra was that Magnus the Red was to be arrested.+ TalOS said as he pointed out the happenings in the Imperium.

+Magnus?+ TalOS sensed the moment of disbelief within the communication that Perturabo shared before it was shattered quickly, +As should be expected. He already fell out of Father’s favor at Nikeae, so he will now end up like our other brother.+

+Times are becoming desperate.+ TalOS placed it as a credence to his brother.

+Desperate,+ There was a sense of morbid humor that was partnered with that code, +My brother times have been desperate, so much so I almost lost my legion! Your Priests have been keeping valuable information from me and my Iron Warriors that could have been acted upon years ago. I can tell too, brother, that you are keeping something from me. Speak it!+

The words were harsh and obviously filled with the frustration of several years worth of war. While TalOS had come in time to save his brother’s physical health, those mental scars needed treatment.

>Tell him everything
>Give him what he thinks is the truth
>It is sealed by the Emperor.

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Sorry bro
Hands are tied

>>5628268
I have a feeling the issue is choice ambiguity some times. I personally saw the choices more like
>Charge them NOW!
>Hold back to regroup (so we can join up with TalOS and make a final assault or assess the situation)

I realize now QM might have meant more
>Finish off the Hrud
>Let the Hrud go

Which probably could have resulted in a very different vote outcome

See >>5628275 they are dispersing. I hope there's still a chance we can blast them from range even as they depart. They aren't going to get far without warp travel.

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Let us not lie to Perturabo.

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Orders are orders, even Perturabo would understand that.

>>5628277
>Tell him everything

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.

>>5628277
>>It is sealed by the Emperor.
>>5628290
>(so we can join up with TalOS and make a final assault or assess the situation)
I thought that too, oh well.

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.

>>5628277

>It is sealed by the Emperor.

I can't wait for demons to show up everywhere so we don't have to keep secrets anymore. Besides that, we have to put Perturabo to sleep, that Ironically would help his psyche a lot.

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.

>It is sealed by the Emperor.
> Promise to speak to the Emperor for permission.
>Try to get Perturabo's aid and help Alpharius with whatever time is left.

Guys. Can we go save alpharius?

>>5628388
Too late, the saved primarch was already chosen

>>5628277
Is this still considered Oath Breaking?

>>5628277
>Tell him everything

>>5628277
>Tell him everything

Not telling him what almost killed his legions feels like it'll just fuel his resentment of the Emperor's orders in the long run.

We're still the best to speak about Chaos and handle the consequences here anyhow.

>>5628277
>Tell him everything
He deserves truth

>>5628277
>Tell him everything.
>Let him know about the Classification of the info we are about to share with him.

Cmoon this is no time for screwing around, things are heating up and we'll only be around for a century so we gotta enlighten the right people to prepare for the heresy.

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Tell him what we can and hint to it, but we will keep our word.

>>5628277
>Tell him everything

>>5628277
>Tell him everything
Get him to drink Navigator blood, like we did.

>>5628277
>>Tell him everything
Pert deserves to know. He deserves to be trusted.

>>5628277
>Tell him everything
It's time to GET THINGS IN MOTION

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor
Oath = Oath

>>5628728
Prepare? The Horus Heresy has begun.

>+Perturabo, the truth is... Gods are real+
>+Shut the fuck up T4L0S+
>+Perturabo, no cap+
>On god????
>On God.
I can imagine the exchange

>>5628277
>>Tell him everything

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor

We really need to give Perty some actionable intel if we're going to say that it's still sealed by Emp. Leaving him frustated is liable to get him doing dumb stuff to get the knowledge.

>>5629002
"Come with us Perturabo, we're going to the Emperor. He will explain things"
Would this not work?

>>5629038
That's a great excuse to get to terra... but I am not changing my vote, we will tell him NOW

>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.

Shush
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I understand that some of you want to keep an oath but TalOS knows how close the Istvan massacre is. Chaos is going to more or less be in everyone's faces in less then a decade. Telling Perturbro will make us loyal to us instead of disillusioning him of the Emperor's wisdom.

There's not going to be any reason to keep it secret, it's better he finds out from us then from Lorgar.

Let's not keep an oath that has outlived it's usefulness, a chronomancer that has seen what play chaos will make wouldn't do it, so why should we.

>>5629080
>TalOS knows how close the Istvan massacre is
I'm not sure he knows the exact details. More along the lines of the Emperor and himself just having a blank wall of unknowns. So acting on that is rather OOC.

>There's not going to be any reason to keep it secret
There is always the reason of character.

"Loyalty is its own reward"

Even after Horus was defeated, Rogal Dorn stuck to the tenants of the Nikea declaration and called out on Russ for being a hypocrite (which he was and still is). Dorn has never lied and never breaks an oath. TalOS hasn't either, and it wouldn't seem to be in his character to do so especially given the religious importance and implication that a creation must always obey its creator. It's a tenant of our faith.

Speaking of, did the Emperor went with the original, hard line council edict of "no more psykers ANYWHERE"? QM's wording was:
"By the single action of Magnus the Red, the Librarius was dissolved."

So if this means he just went a hard "NO" despite even TalOS and the other librarians advocating just for the Thousand Sons only to be focused on (something which really would piss off a lot of the loyalist psykers), our own Lanterns of Charon are technically no longer supposed to be doing there job. But it's never been mentioned if they were disbanded or returned to us. Really if they're still on Terra doing their thing, even Malcador and the Emperor are being massive hypocrites at this point.

>>5629038
The Warp is likely to fuck with us as we transit though.

>>5629088
Perty just fought his Mitu-equivalent and I don't see Talos being inflexible enough to to not tell him about Chaos when the whole reason the oath exists is so that the martial Primarchs don't have to bother themselves with matters of the soul.
Perty will have the Warp in mind no matter what we tell him, so better tell who the Enemy are.

>>5629088
>>More along the lines of the Emperor and himself just having a blank wall of unknowns
Dude he 100000% knows that CHAOS is behind all current warp fuckery. He had a long conversation with Orikan after all

>>5629102
>The Warp is likely to fuck with us as we transit though.
That would be more problematic if we didn't have a Blackstone Fortress and Orikan's teachings to guide us. Between the Fortress, our own powers to becalm the warp, and theoretically empowering the Gellar Field we should have an easier time navigating than others.

Also Warp Travel was still possible even during the Heresy. The Ruinstorm was a localized effect that only blocked off Ultramar, but everywhere else in the galaxy still had warp travel. It's not the same as the Great Rift. Khan was able to chase the Tratiors or Russ able to return from the ashes of prospero and then sally forth and challenge Horus for example.

Also Istvaan hasn't even happened yet, and we're probably going to be summoned to Terra anyway to deal with Magnus fucking up the Webway portal. So we might as well bring Perturabo and his legion with us for answers.

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>>5629102
>The Warp is likely to fuck with us as we transit though.
EHEM
>pic related

>>5629104
We know that Chaos is going to do it, I never said otherwise.

But the exact course of the Heresy down to each and every event? The Dropsite Massacre? Russ' failed duel with Horus? The conversion of Fulgrim or Angron to demon princes? Every little detail? It doesn't seem like that, if anything QM has been saying TalOS was frustrated earlier because the stars aren't aligning like they should have been.

>>5629106
>>5629107
That's a fair point.

>>5629109
We know that Chaos is going to cause a civil war through our brothers, so why not secure a brother now by just saying what Chaos is? We're the Primarch with the clearest picture on Chaos and Perturabo is at the position where he's looking for an enemy to siege at.

>>5629118
Ever heard the phrase "road to hell is paved with good intentions".

Magnus thought if he broke the Edict, that he had a very good reason to bust through the Emperor's wall and forwarn him of Horus. And look how that turned out for him? If he had just listened, traveled to Terra himself no matter how long it took, things would have turned out differently.

This feels all too similar. Besides, again, it isn't the Hrud that cause Perturabo to fall. It's the Olympians rebelling and his decision to slaughter them all including his beloved sister. That's the thing that breaks him and what we would need to prevent to save him.

>>5629124
The whole reason Magnus fell is that he underestimated the Warp and trusted it.
Trusting Perturabo with the nature of war that the Emperor and Chaos is fighting isn't really a road to hell in comparison to that. Least it'll do is dissuading him from siding against the Emperor in the civil war.

>>5629124
We also don't know about Olympia, but we probably can just, support him when that comes.

>T4L0S what would you do if Lucius betrayed you after everything you did for them
HMMM....

Maybe we can also tell him that Horus has been sending him on suicide missions. The Hrud are not a threat that a single legion, or his legion, should have in good faith been sent to.

>>5629315

I liked the idea, but wouldn't it be very meta for Tal0S to know that?

>>5629080
He did the work for me since no one voted after this count.

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TalOS had to ponder if his next words would be the correct ones. Such weight was immense for it really would reflect the next few weeks on how they were going to interact. Would TalOS be open and maybe place his brother’s worries at ease, or to keep his vows as he always honored them.

In the end TalOS had to be straight, +I cannot explain it brother, for it is under the seal of the Emperor that I am censored.+

Those were words that TalOS did not wish to say but they had to be said. TalOS could easily taste the rage that was coming across Perturabo as the brother took a few steps back. His eyes widened with realization and vengeful fury as if what TalOS said was impossible. But at the same time they began to mellow as a sickening crease of emotions sliced themselves through Perturabo.

What was his brother to do against such words? Such a declaration was one which no one should be able to circumvent. Whatever the Emperor said was the truth and law. Perturabo, for his desire in knowledge, tried to get around that unknowingly. Yet at this very moment he was seeking so much more knowledge that he could not help himself but wish it divulged.

In the simplest terms, as Perturabo had built his entire life in service to the Emperor, he now wished that they were not bound by him. A conundrum, a syntax error, a breakdown of his reality.

It was sickening.

There were no words as Perturabo began to walk away from TalOS. As proven so long ago when stress came upon him Perturabo realized it was best to remove himself from the situation lest his wrath grow out of hand. So he removed himself from the Bridge of the Blackstone Fortress to wonder its halls.

TalOS did not follow this time as the ships of the Iron Warriors went on the move. It seemed that while Perturabo was not going to exact his anger upon anything in TalOS’s possessions he was going to wreck it upon the foes of the Imperium. Such a thing was good, for it showed a potential to tame his emotions.

TalOS took in the readings and began marking out where to start the next few fights. The Hrud had distributed themselves throughout the system with impunity and some even being able to flee the region as the Blackstone Fortress bore down upon them.

Their populations, which were now manageable, soon became the pickings of the combined fleets. The death of the Hrud has begun.

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If the Iron Fleet was decimated in that encounter the Iron Warriors might have found it impossible to bring about the next stage of conflict. That the Hrud had placed such a powerful blow, both psychological and psychical, that it would have set a deep scar within the foundations of the Iron Warriors.

However, that was stopped by the intervention of the Mechanicus. If there was any way to describe the Iron Warriors it would be the sheer amount of spite that their Legion was able to muster when they were beaten down.

That was firstly manifested in the assault against the Hrud who almost destroyed them. While their anger had been the manifestation of Perturabo’s own they had extracted their blood tithe against the Xenos with emotion that showed they too felt that wroth.

When the battle was over it was calculated that at least a tenth of those xenos who caused the event were killed. While such numbers seemed to be low it was also estimated that roughly seventy percent of all Hrud within the galaxy had made themselves present at the Temporal Event.

Thus in effect they had sliced deeply into the numbers of Hrud. While the event could still happen once again the combined forces were now wise to such an epic exploit that the Hrud tried to pull upon the Iron Warriors. Thus a plan was given to TalOS to look over.

Written by his brother the designs were showing what were dozens of strike forces with roughly five ships a piece. These were each equipped with what was a modified design of a Gellar Field. Such a device was devised by the cooperation of Perturabo and the Lucian Auxiliary, but it was still by most metrics an untested design. In it TalOS easily found so many flaws that would have had it declared heretical. However the innovation was needed and it was only heretical thanks to the knowledge that TalOS had.

So he began his own work in review. The next few days as they prepared for the counter assault led to TalOS and Perturabo sharing these schematics and designs over the Noosphere which now covered the entire fleet.

In this time TalOS was not graced with the face of his brother nor did any of these communication have a letter within them. As TalOS heard from the Auxilia the Primarch had locked himself within the Iron Blood with his communications only coming as messages to his officers and TalOS.

This might have been worrisome, but TalOS had already spent an entire day’s meeting discussing war with the Warsmiths of the Iron Warriors. If his sons were any demonstration it was that the Iron Warriors were not sulking but thinking and stratagising.

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The Primarch studied the latest schematic from his brother and could only smile at the brilliance of the design. While the reasoning for the locking of knowledge was withheld from the Iron Warrior TalOS had shared with his brother the permissible items. As their idea was nullification it was perfectly safe to release the information to a Primarch like Perturabo. TalOS however held no qualms with withholding the information like they did, for it was not their place to make that decision.

In that TalOS had given a thanks to Magos H8, the one who called him to this system. It was obvious he was ashamed having go behind the back of Perturabo but as TalOS stood within the system the Priest’s safety had increased immensely. No one would be looking to punish him for the insubordination. Thus, he was safe.

The one thing that began to interest TalOS was when he began accounting for individuals across the ships. A great many of them were warriors or serfs who worked upon the Iron Warrior vessels but there were a few whose jobs were not meant for combat.

These were the Remembrancers of the Imperium.

TalOS had recalled such orders being sent out to everyone, but they were of no concern to the then Mechanicum. Which was confusing to TalOS as he noticed a great many remembrancers were actually within the Lucian contingent.

To say this was confusing was an understatement. Well, it would have been until TalOS realized that the Auxiliary had Knights of Dutonis among their ranks.

As the Remembrancers were given little to no headway with the Iron Warriors, they had quickly found the Knights of Dutonis to be the most easily accessible option. Such a thing made sense for the Knights were always willing to have their tales written down for history. For the Remembrancers, it was the Knights who had the tales of fighting Mega-Fauna that even the Astartes would struggle to take down.

Thus a weirdly beneficial relationship was being crafted between them all. As the Knights had plenty of room for more servants, they were found to be perfect choices. Such a thing must have been happening on vessels that did not agree with the Remembrancer projects, for just like the Iron Warriors TalOS had heard the tales of non-acceptance among the Astartes of those meant to remember them.

>Let them be, its a good ecosystem
>Have them start interviewing Proelitor
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example

>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example

>>5629448
>Let them be, its a good ecosystem

>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example

>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example

If you guys do choose a remembrancer I'd like to know the kind. Just remember they are all kinds of liberal arts, so it can be a scupture, painter, pictographer, chronicler, or even an actual biographer.

>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example

chronicler or Biographer

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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
Remember what Perturabo and his legion wanted most is recognition for their deeds, something they lacked and a major contributor for their betrayal.

Remembrancers for us are redundant. The Imperium needs them because the Imperium are bad record keepers. But every 2nd Legionaire, Skitarii, Lucian Drone and servitor has a camera for eyes and microphones for ears and we are very meticulous data keepers as well as our various projects on Federation propaganda. Hell even our Knights should have House Minstrels to record their deeds, cheeky little glory hogs.

Meanwhile Perturabo loathes techpriests and their ilk, and keeps them to a minimum. So they have fewer Mechanicum heralds than we would.

Let the Iron Warriors have their time in the sun. Glory to the Iron Primarch! Glory to the Sons of Olympia!
Also the Olympians in canon rebelled because Perturabo refused to send them victory propaganda. They were giving their sons away, but received no word of their heroic deeds, for all they knew they were dead so this could be the thing to stop that from happening.

>>5629448
>H8
Wasn't he L8

>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
They need it more than we do right now.

>>5629480
>I don't care.

>>5629483
He is such a small minuet character that I am not going to remember him.

>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
Tsundere...

>>5629448
>>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
chronicler or Biographer. Or the more fun one

>>5629465
Chronicler or Biographer is good

>>5629448
>>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example

>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them
Lucius and the Knights are already as famous as they are going to get. Didn't Malcador mention Frederick and Alexander by name when we first met? We have Federation remembrancers already. Let the undersung legion have their fame.

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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
We don't need a biographer. There's already someone who has been with us our entire lives and knows us better than anyone else in the galaxy. We have a wife to write our autobiography.

>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
Tell them its part of a joint effort from the mechanicum which will increase manufactorum morale which will increase productivity
Good press gets you more guns and bombs

>>5629448

>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.

>>5629566
Needs more metal

>>5629448
>>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
>biographer

>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.

>>5629483
>>5629486
>>5629473

Harsh.
>Thus we find the reason for the tech priests Rebellion...... He was not remembered.......

>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
Agreed on the points mentioned, the Federation was already doing remembrancers since the Reconquista. The Imperium is just playing catch up. TalOS is every kind of remembrancer he has footage of his life and can get data from every machine or print any kind of sculpture or book in the blink of an eye with chronomancy. UZ1 has focused on culture and history while TalOS is busy. Perturabo isn't going to do any of this for his legion without help.

>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example

>>5629448
Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
Architects. Start a special Architectural School of Iron Warriors philosophies.
Perturabos University of Structural Sciences.

>>5629448
>option D: we are a mega Pariah dont forget people.

>>5629448
>>5629822
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.

>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.

Lead by Example
>>5629451
>>5629463
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>>5629488
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>>5629795

Leave them
>>5629456

Iron Warriors, enjoy~
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>>5629975

Iron Warriors, you shall be attacked by Remembrancers.

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Warsmith Karados was a powerful Iron Warrior within the Iron Legion. His strategic mind was quite welcome within the Dodekathon when it came to the crushing wars against the Antric, Laserton, and even the Rangdan when the Iron Warriors had been the sole defenders of that front.

These achievements were of such immense power that he surely could have gotten himself a place upon the Trident. But in his opinion he thought the Trident was a bunch of stuck up fools who thought they had the ear of the Primarch.

As if to prove his point Karados was one of the first and many who were advisors to the brother Primarch, TalOS. The battles against the Hrud were underway once again and he was now to administer one of the many battlefronts that the estranged Primarch had organized along with the Iron Warrior’s Primarch.

Such honor was immense in his eyes. His service had granted him the rank of Warsmith and also leader of the 7th great Battalion. It was a good position there, for few had the nerve to fight him for the spot and there was no more reason for him to seek advancement.

As with almost all other Iron Warriors Karados wore the armor of the Iron Legion without worry or care about the ship. Thanks to the augmentations of the Astartes armor he felt no impedament or issues with it. In truth, he found the armor of an Astartes even better than the cloth robes that he once wore upon the world of Olympia.

He was as tough as the Iron he believed himself to be and for that he was thankful.

But even if one wore the armor of their Legion in a method to protect themselves at all times, it does not protect against the attacks or tricks that were not of the lethal kind.

Thus when the Iron Warrior opened the chamber and was quickly face to face with an old man who looked to be closer to centuries old the Iron Warrior was stunned.

“You must be… Warsmith Karados.” The Old Man said as he placed a hand upon his chest and gave a bow, “I am Remembrancer Katar, I have been assigned to you as a Personal Remembrancer by Fabricator General TalOS DAV1S.”

“What?” Were the words that escaped the Iron Warrior’s mouth as he said those words. In an instant he realized it, that in his excitement for meeting the Primarch of the 2nd he had somehow been tricked.

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“I do not wish to speak with you.” The Iron Warrior barked just like his Genefather would have, “I have a war to orchestrate!”

“I do not advise that, Warsmith Karados.” The old man said as he took out a small quill and tabbed it in his ink, “The Fabricator General has told me to inform you that if you do not attend three of my sessions that your advice will no longer be considered in the future.”

“How can he say such a thing!” Yelled the man as he was now making steps towards the Remembrancer, “My work within the Iron Warriors is well venerated and known! We have spoken at length for many hours about the coming war. If he neglects everything we spoke about then we have wasted several hours of precious time!”

“Do not yell at me, Warsmith Karados.” The old man said simply as he looked bored upon the Iron Warrior, “I am here upon orders as well. These days I feel my bones rattling, so much so that even traveling between ships is becoming hard.”

“You think that's a sacrifice?”

“It is, for the Iron Warriors have never really treated their Remembrancers with any heed.” The old man said as he looked solemnly towards his book, “I do not wish for my words to be taken the wrong way. While it harms me to sit here I do so out of respect for your kind. And, if I understand it correctly, the respect for you.”

To those words the Iron Warrior gave a hard cough, “What would you know about me?”

“In my interview with the Nobleman of Dutonis they have talked many times about the 7th Grand Battalion striking close to the heart of the enemy. How you were right at the side of the valiant Knights as they took down three kill wagons of the Orks and you personally struck against their Warboss.” The old man said as he flipped his paper to that event, “I would like to have your side of that tale. To have a complete history of a conflict, from both Auxilia and Astartes, is quite rare even among remembrancers. It will also be with ease that I turn it into a publication and can deliver it to both the Nobleman you fought alongside and your Legion.”

As thus came to light the true genius of a Primarch. Karados only realized now that the Second must have specifically assigned this remembrancer to him for this purpose. The man was able to not only take the full brutality of an Iron Warrior’s vocal assault, but he was actually smart.

“Fine.” Karados said as he began sharing the information this Remembrancer wanted.

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“The Warboss was not in too much trouble when I reached him, which needed to be fixed. When his location was found I had declared an artillery bombardment upon the location of the large xenos with impunity.” The Iron Warrior said as he felt a devilish smile crossing his face, “After spending a minute’s observation I was able to lead the giant into three rounds of artillery bombardment that severed an arm and deeply scarred his body.”

“Then that would be the reasoning for the Warboss’s injuries before your fight with him. Am I understanding correctly that the injuries were what led to his defeat?” The Remembrancer suggested for was already wise to this part of the story.

“The Majority of my Battalion was present when we faced down the Warboss. It would not have been hard to eliminate him if we were forces to take more extreme measures.” The Iron Warrior willing gloated in a sense that it spoke the truth, “But that would have been wasteful. By injuring the Warboss I was easily able to remove his other arm with a swift strike of my power axe. Then, in the style of the Olympian Victors, I severed his head as a show of ultimate triumph.”

The Remembrancer nodded as he heard those words, “That will become the great climax of the tome then.” The Remembrancer declared as he struck his page one last time.

“Done writing are we?” The Iron Warrior teased as he could already tell the old man was starting to feel the weight of the long night the two of them attended with one another.

“For today. I shall be extracting the information from my cortex and placing it upon the pages for the next few days so that it can go into production. The Primarch asked that I start distributing these texts as soon as I could, so naturally I must do so as fast as I can.” The old man said as he steadily rose to his feet, “Do not worry though, I have gained a few apprentices among the ranks of Remembrancers and each of them will help with my wordsmithing. It will be on schedule.”

“Begon then.” The Iron Warrior commanded, “I do not have more time to waste.”

“Before that, Warsmith, I need to know what you wish to speak about next.” The Remembrancer said much to the annoyance of Karados.

“It will be the Rangdan.” Quickly spoke the Iron Warrior without thought, “If I am to speak with you for two more sessions you will be writing about the most glorious era of the Iron Warriors. Am I understood?”

“Very much so, Warsmith. I shall gladly continue my words then.”

>>Battle tactics to be used
>Split into smaller fleets to hit and run the Hrud
>Doom fleet surrounding the Blackstone Fortress
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.

>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.

>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
Aha! T4L0S will bait them hard and then counter their fuckiness with righteous fury!! The backlash will fry their damnable central nervous system

>>5630411
>Force an anomoly by herding them together

>>5630411
>Doom fleet surrounding the Blackstone Fortress

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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape!
Wild idea but a very long time ago TalOS was testing out the Singularity Cannons on the Onus Probandi and he remarked that "we best be careful this could create a black hole"

What if we did it on purpose?

Hear me out, the "Anomaly Event" is caused by a mass migration of Hrud, either from a different time to here or by trying to leave this time for another. Sure we can get rid of them today, but more could stream in for the future and honestly fuck the Hrud let none escape. There is only one force in the Materium more powerful even than time, able to suck even the Warp itself, and that is the Machine God's blessed gravity.

If we create a black hole at the moment of the anomaly's creation, not only might it suck in the Hrud in the local region but I suspect the time hole created acts a bit like a beacon, that draws further Hrud here. So that future Hrud are sucked into it, like wasps exiting a nest only to be sucked into an exterminators vaccuum.

It's also a theological triumph, the properties of the Materium besting even the entropic powers of psychic xenos! For not even their time powers can so much as affect a black hole.

>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.

>>5630411

>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape.

That sounds like fun, truly a moment of pure Dakka!

>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape!
Crazy enough to work.

... Tis in need of proper testing before battlefield application. Tis not the way of the Mechanicum

>Doom fleet surrounding the Blackstone Fortress

Also need to watch out for rouge old ones controlling the Hrud.

https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Hieronyma
just saying

>>5630411
>Doom fleet surrounding the Blackstone Fortress

>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape
Don't tell me that TalOS and Perty putting their heads together and Calibre checking their calculations can't pull this off.

>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape!

>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.

>>5630408
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape!
This idea sounds awesome! Let's use a fuck mothering black hole to kill them! DEUS MECHANICUS VULT!

Herd them!
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DOOM FLEET
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When one is planning the wars of the Mechanicum in reality they did not really need to use things like Holovids or other display systems. By giving the raw data to an augmented Priest they would be able to process the information within their mind to a much higher level of comprehension than what could be accrued from standing around a single table.

Such a matter made sense, for the way in which a Priest received the information was not through a sensory organ likes eyes or ears. Instead it was being implanted directly into the mind and thus giving the mind no limit to what was being received.

But when TalOS planned out this campaign he did not plan it out through his mind. Neither did he and Calibre simply lock themselves into his mind’s fortress to create what might have been an adequate method of understanding. No, within one of the many rooms of the Blackstone Fortress TalOS was kneeling before a Holovid Board.

+Your brother is coming, seems less pissed than usual.+ Calibre said as he fed the piece of surveillance footage into the mind of TalOS.

+Thank you.+ The Fabricator General said as he gave a few mental commands to draw out the image to show what was the coming battlefronts.

As he did this the door opened to a larger than life figure looking in upon TalOS. As always he gave the appearance of a stern minded person and this feeling of iron was also reflected within his emotions. Perturabo, who had been within his chambers for five days, had finally decided that this was the moment where he shall emerge from his nest.

+A pleasure to see you brother.+ TalOS said to him as he gave a subtle wave, +I took the liberty in displaying the last few days of work for you to see. You will find it to your liking.+

+I will judge that.+ The Iron Warrior said as he walked to the table and began his study of the situation.

The man studied it for a good few minutes without a single complaint coming out of him. TalOS could even taste a small amount of appreciation from the Primarch, but that would never manifest in a comment that would be meant to uplift TalOS.

The one thing TalOS has noticed is that his brother’s emotions have been dampened heavily. Where once he was hiding his emotions now his sternness was being matched by his true outlook on life. Such reasoning that he tempered himself to be that way. He had done so to endure what must have been several years worth of trials.

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Those minutes were up and with a motion of his hand Perturabo had usurped control of the table from TalOS. Such control was given willingly, of course, but the Primarch did not bother to ask for the controls in person.

+You wish to cause another Temporal Event?+ Perturabo said as he looked upon his brother with a mix of confusion and mirth, +That will destroy our fleets.+

+When it first occurred it did have such a risk. No longer do I believe it holds such a risk though.+ TalOS informed his brother with a wave of his hand. In doing so TalOS had taken control of the device and had it within his grasp. It would be noted this control was given to him willingly by Perturabo, +The Blackstone Fortress has shown to be resistant to their attack. After looking over the data I have identified the correct frequency that will make us immune.+

+Good.+ Perturabo responded simply as he waved his hand to another angle, +Why, in our Father’s name, do you have the production of a Black Hole within your schematics?+

Such a question was genuine and TalOS could taste that little bit of curiosity, +The Blackstone Fortress is equipped with armaments built specifically to produce Black Holes. Standard protocol is that such weapons are only to be used against ships at extreme range. This way we avoid creating a permanent blackhole. This hole would be equal to an exterminatus, such is the reason for that ruling.+

With a flick of his hand TalOS showed upon the display, +But as shown in the previous happenings with the Hrud whatever system we choose to deposit them into will be destroyed regardless. So the destruction of the system will easily be done. As it will be a blackhole, their anomalous powers will only increase its strength as Blackholes have some of the longest celestial lifespans in the Universe. Thus, they will all be killed in this event.+

Perturabo looked upon it for a moment more with hard focus, +We do it. Send me you calculations for the event so we choose a riskless system to herd them into. I do not want to destroy the lands that I am gathering for our Father.+

+It shall be done.+ TalOS said simply as his brother began leaving the room.

As he was heading out Perturabo seemed to hesitate for a moment upon reaching the door. Whatever was upon his mind though was not spoken as he walked through the doorway without any further comment.

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The War continued as it was planned. When it came down who was doing what, it was Perturabo who was making the decisions on where formations went and how they were to engage with Hrud.

As expected most of this was fronted with the Iron Warriors. However with the arrival of the Mechanicum Fleet came a new selection of technology that was being used to temper the Hrud. Nullification Fields were plentiful now as Gellar Fields and scrap pieces of the Blackstone Fortress were employed to eliminate what was the greatest weapon of the Hrud.

Understanding had reached everyone on how the Hrud worked now. Warp lanes were analyzed and processed with what was quickly becoming a full on route of the Xenos.

According to the plans of Perturabo after one month of this the Xenos will fall for the trap that was being built for them.

The only issues these days was that communication with the rest of the Imperium was impossible. Not only were there Warpstorms, but the mass deployment of Nullification Technology had caused Navigators to become blind and Astropaths to become somewhat sane.

Such were the reasons that when a new ship arrived into the fleet that there was a subtle uproar. TalOS was the one to welcome what appeared at first to be a reinforcement fleet from the planet of Olympia. TalOS realized his assumption was incorrect when the number of Astartes being delivered was non-existent.

When it was said by the Captain of the vessel that he would only talk to Perturabo about the news he wished to deliver, that was when TalOS knew the gods were laughing.

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The meeting was hosted upon the Iron Blood. Said vessel was on one of the many fronts where the Hrud were being cleared so it was roughly a few days before Perturabo was in the system to hear the news. While information out of the system was impossible, travel within the sector was easily managed these days by Mechanicum analytics and analysis. As for communication, it had to be done through carrier ships that carried both the message, reinforcements, and new machines that were created from the immense bowls of the Blackstone Fortress.

Perturabo, upon his arrival, understood the fact that his latest fleet of reinforcements did not contain any Astartes upon it. As TalOS heard from the Priests upon his vessel the Iron Warrior was greatly unpleased to the point that he almost had the messenger’s head.

On this day TalOS stood next to his brother who sat upon his Iron Throne. The room was filled with only Servitors, for the idea of pomp was not something that TalOS wanted if the situation was what he suspected it to be.

Instead of such pleasantries, TalOS stood next to Perturabo as a vizere would to his lord. For the moment TalOS would be fine for that. After all, this moment was one which he knew his brother would forever remember.

“Captain Vestus.” The Iron Lord said as his eyes drilled into the man who stood before them, “You have come to my campaign bringing not a single Astartes with you. If it was not for my brother’s appearance such a travesty would have warranted a corporal punishment. Do not flatter me or try to obfuscate what you wished to keep secret.”

For effect the Primarch leaned in towards the Captain, “What happened to Olympia?”

The man was obviously taken by fear as that sentence was said to him. An immense amount of dread washed from his soul as the man realized that his answer meant his survival or death. TalOS noted then the man stiffened himself as he consigned himself to his fate.

“Olympia…” The man did not wish to say the words that everyone already knew were to come out of his mouth, “Olympia has rebelled against the light of the Emperor.”

It was here that TalOS could taste the finest cocktail of rage. So powerful was this anger from Perturabo that TalOS would admit it to be intoxicating.

>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
>Stay back and do not say a thing
>Place the opinion after the deed is done.

>>5631825
>Stay back and do not say a thing
>"It is your home, so it must be your decision. However I would advise you to clear you head first, I can taste your anger."

>>5631825
>"It is your home, so it must be your decision. However I would advise you to clear you head first, I can taste your anger."

>>5631825
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
This man fulfilled his duty to personally alert Perturabo, did not shirk the risk to come here himself when he could have done nothing, and obeyed when asked. He did not deserve to be broken half like the book.

>>5631834
Support

I should point out, this is about whether or you stop Perturabo from maybe killing this man. I am under the complete assumption TalOS is going with him to Olympia but that is next vote.

>>5631834
This doesnt make sense because the option literally says "do not say a thing" but you have TalOS speaking. Is your intent to try and dissuade Perturabo for his actions?
>>5631840
I think QM is literal here. If he says "after the deed is done" Perturabo will crush him like in Hammer of Olympia. Unless you are okay with that.

>>5631825
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything
Don't shoot the messenger.

>>5631825

>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.

I've deleted my old vote and changed it to this one.

>>5631851
In that case
>>5631834
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
Don't shoot the messenger and all that

>Keep Perturabo from doing anything

There will be no argument here.
We are going to stop the senseless slaughter.
It doesn't matter if he hates us. We shall save his soul.

>>5631825
> Keep Perturabo from doing anything.

>>5631819
>T4L0S what the fuck, a blackhole?
>Yes you see I cal-
>Fuck yes let's do it

>>5631825
>Place the opinion after the deed is done.

>>5631825
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
We are the one real brother you have, Perturabo. We glorify your deeds, but we also have the authority to go against you

>>5631825
>Stay back and do not say a thing
>"It is your home, so it must be your decision. However I would advise you to clear you head first, I can taste your anger."
I wish I had the opportunity to vote in the last thread. I have lurked for years, but that has bitten me in the ass.

>>5632012
>I can taste your anger."
I don't want T4L0S to reveal his triumph card.

>>5631834
>Support

>>5631825
>>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.

>>5631825

>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.

Brother he is a loyal messenger, please not this one.

>>5631825
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
We're here to make a different outcome. Let's start now.

Stay back and do nothing
>>5631834
>>5632051
>>5631903

Give a comment
>>5631837
>>5632004

Keep him back
>>5631843
>>5631854
>>5631855
>>5631903
>>5632006
>>5632144
>>5632704
>>5632719
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>>5631874

Witing

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As TalOS understood just how far into his wroth Perturabo had quickly become, a decision needed to be made. What was determined was a simple motion of TalOS letting his hand sit upon the shoulder of his brother.

In doing so TalOS quickly felt the rage of his brother flow in his direction. Looking upon a now staring Perturabo TalOS could see the widening eyes and anger that had settled upon his brother’s mind. It was not one of a beast, for a beast could never grow as angry as this. Instead his brother was likely the most hateful form that mankind could ever have. An Avatar of a Rage-Lust god.

“Take. Your Hand. Off Me.” He growled as the anger looked to be coming to the top.

+Brother, I do not wish for you to do something you will later regret.+ TalOS said as he nodded to the man before them, +Remember our brother.+

TalOS could see the spike of realization coming through the mind of Perturabo. For indeed he knew the official reason for their brother’s expulsion. As Perturabo was intelligent, he also understood that might happen if he was to kill this man for something as simple as delivering a message.

+I am not going to kill him.+ Perturabo told TalOS as he brushed off the hand, +Let me go.+

His brother did not lose any of the anger he felt. It was too pure of a force to contain. But just as TalOS tames the anger and thoughts of a Titan, Perturabo has placed his will above that of his inbuilt anger.

So TalOS let his brother go. But he also understood that his brother’s real opinion of him was suffering as he did that. At last it was something that needed to be done.

“You.” Perturabo said as he pointed at the man who was upon his knees, “Get out.”

With that command the man ran from the Bridge of the Iron Blood. In his flight the man had left both TalOS and Perturabo alone with scores of Servitors who continued to do their work as if nothing had happened.

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Once the hull chamber was once again sealed Perturabo rose from his seat and walked towards a console that was within the chamber. With a beastial cry he pierced the case of the cogitator and with a powerful pull of his hand ripped out the brain of the device. TalOS could hear a whistle from Calibre as the Primarch turned the device that was within his hand into dust.

As he finished what might have been some ritual of carnage, Perturabo gave a scream of anger.

TalOS could feel the anger of the man starting to ease as it was exacted upon something. The electrical strikes that were sizzling upon the hand of Perturabo acting as a flagellant to what was surely a pained soul.

+I need to go.+ Perturabo said as he looked at TalOS with focused vision, +I need to return to Olympia.+

+You say so, but we also need to finish our work here.+ TalOS pointed out with an honest thought, +If we do not finish the Hrud here, I do not believe there will ever be another chance to eliminate their kind like this.+

Perturabo fell silent, his anger quickly being overtaken by the will to serve. TalOS could see within those eyes that Perturabo was trying to figure out someway of keeping the war going. There was a sudden spark as he had his answer, +I will head there with a contingent of Iron Warriors. Once I had conquered Olympia with mortal men, I only need a hundred Astartes to do so again.+

+And so you will leave me here to fight the Hrud?+ TalOS placed forward his own eye upon the situation, +My brother I cannot let you do that. The Warpstorms are becoming too dangerous in these times and if you were lost among them we are damned!+

+Olympia is MY PLANET!+ He barked with a powerful shout of digital information, +I had given it to the Emperor in the prospects that it would eternally serve him. With this Rebellion, my declaration has been stolen!+

>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.

>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.

>>5632921

>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.

Question QM, was only Ferrus Manus purged ex-memorio from the memories of even the Primarchs, or was both Tyberos and Ferrus supposed to be smudged from everyone's memories. Was wondering if it's only Ferrus is lost and forgotten in this timeline and TalOS was able to remember and bring up Tyberos because Malcador/Emperor's mind magic didn't work on him. Or if the Primarchs are allowed to remember Tyberos but just never ever speak about him in public.

>>5632933
Ferrus was forgotten, Tybros was remembered as a lesson to only the Primarchs.

>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.

I should say, likely no update tomorrow. I got to do a lot of work.

>>5632921

"So TalOS let his brother go. But he also understood that his brother’s real opinion of him was suffering as he did that."
Brother, Fulgrim drew his sword in front of my mother during a peaceful conversation. Lorgar cowardly attacked me for questioning his obsession to our father.
>And in those two scenarios they were calmer than you, I didn't have a choice.

The third option leaves many loopholes for the parasites to act. Not to mention that our distrust won't save Perturabo from his flaws, arguably the worst choice.
The second option is the safest at the moment, but in the long run it would be the most dangerous, this war against the Hrud has to end now. For the sake of the future Empire.
The first is the most complete, the blackstone fortress will defend the legions and we will protect Perturabo from the parasites. It's time to break fate.
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms

>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.

>>5632921
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.

We can't always hold his hand, it's his tribulation.

>>5632921
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.

>>5632921
>Lets go together, without arms.

>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
It is perturabo's choice, and not an unreasonable one, that he deems the security of Olympia a greater need than the destruction of the Hrud.
And so it must be our choice that we deem the safety of Perturabo and ourselves, a greater need than the destruction of the Hrud too. Lest we arrive at Olympia only to be ambushed by some other threat.

The Hrud get away in OTL anyway, don't let a desire for hatred cloud our judgement to preserve Perturabo himself. As Perturabo made that mistake.

>>5632920
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.

>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms

>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
The Hrud aren't worth risking ourselves or our brother.

>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress

>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
I thought we said TalOS wasn't careless. Going anywhere during the Heresy without our giant fuck-off fortress sounds pretty careless.

>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress

>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms

The war is won. Space Marines need time in the spotlight. Once Pert learns this, he'll be able to relax.

QM is Dorn assigned the Praetorian of Terra in this timeline? I have not found mention of it upon re-reading
> Paranoia

>>5633667
Iirc also Horus shows up shortly after the destruction of Olympia to forgive Perturabo
So there might possibly be an interesting reunion with the Emperor's favorite.

Well I do not have the time to make the next post today. So yeah.

>>5633702
Horus: it's alright. You did nothing wrong.
Tal0s: Damn right he didn't.... I can taste the touch of the 4 on your soul. What have you been doing Horus?
Pert: what the hell is going on??????

>>5633871
Well, technically speaking, if the Purging of Olympia is next that does mean:

>Horus has already been mortally wounded by the Anathame on Davin, and resurrected by the Serpent Lodge
>Magnus has fucked up the Emperor's Wall and his arrest is ordered (see >>5628277)
Welp, guess the Emperor never asked us to help with the Webway after all. I wonder if UZ1 or a Lantern of Charon is in command of the Mechanicum contingent helping him fight the demons
>Prospero is under siege as we speak by Leman Russ who he and Constantine Valdor were tricked by Horus with "New Orders" to try and kill Magnus rather than arrest him

When Horus arrives on Olympia he will attempt to judge whether Pert or TalOS will be loyal to him or the Emperor. If he suspects both of us to be loyal to him he will propose his plan. If he does not, he will ask us to do more campaigns far away. But we are already doing a campaign here.

This is also why I kind of want the fortress to come with us. Because Perturabo certainly doesn't have an army there, and if Horus shows up with his huge fuck off fleet and we've got nothing but a rebellious planet and a few ships in our command. . .I doubt he would be that bold to try and assassinate two Primarchs so early even if they are far from their armies. But it's hard to tell.

Leave, brother
>>5633217
>>5633086
>>5633090

We go together, without arms.
>>5632924
>>5632929
>>5632955
>>5633024
>>5633097
>>5633221
>>5633619
>>5632951

Under the shelter of the fortress
>>5633195
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+Then we will both go, leaving our armies here.+ There the words TalOS spoke to rebuttal his brother, +We have already planned out the War here against the Hrud to the point where it can be done without our constant vigilance. In this area the people are protected by the Blackstone Fortress. That is why I will be traveling with you.+

+In the name of our Father what do you mean by that?+ Perturabo said as he walked towards TalOS, +Do you not trust me to go out on my own to my own home world!? I am the Iron Warrior, unbreakable, they will not find me wanting!+

+I cannot deny you that, brother.+ TalOS conceded as he decided to take his stand then and there, +You are in need of a deep period of recovering from what are several decades of constant warfare. Both you and your sons are in need of rest that was unknowingly denied. Brother, if you go there, what will you do about the rebellion?+

Perturabo fell silent for a moment as such a question quickly went through his mind. TalOS could taste a series of emotional tolls that were being placed upon the Primarch as he tried to realize what it was he truly wished to do. TalOS knew why as well what he planned.

+They are a non-compliant world. As such, they will be made complaint.+ Perturabo said with almost unknowable mysticism within his words.

+Is that truly what you wish to do? Is that the correct medication to solve this tumor that had been boiling upon your home?+ TalOS suggested as he made sure his brother felt the full brunt of his emotions, +You are signing a death warrant with those words brother. A death warrant that requires a Legion to fulfill.+

+Then what do you think should be done? Olympia is non-compliant, as I remember it you had sentenced a non-compliant world to extermination.+ Perturabo spoke as he recalled one of the many worlds that TalOS crushed in the finishing expansion of the Federation.

+You are correct only in that they did not listen to all other forms of reason, both bribery and coersion.+ TalOS debated back as an attempt to make his brother hear the other methods, +Perturabo, war is not the only method to bring compliance to a world.+

+Then we will orate to them?+ Perturabo teased as he raised his hand into the air in a mocking gesture, +Speak to the people to make them see the light of the Emperor that they had rejected!+

+Thats not the only way, Perturabo.+ TalOS pointed out, +Is not one of your siblings the current Governor of the planet?+

To those words Perturabo became stiff.

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As the two had been speaking, all this time, the censor upon the information related to the rebellion of Olympia had been lifted. In his fear the man who presented the information to the two Primarchs failed to speak of Dammekos’s Death but the newslines that now scowered the fleet did not.

Dammekos was the adoptive Father of Perturabo. To what kind of man Dammekos was could not be said, only that he was placed as Planetary Governor at the commands of Perturabo. The one to succeed him according to the articles was a woman by the name of Calliphone, and by invoking her TalOS had caused his brother to pause.

Both Perturabo and TalOS were privy to these facts thanks to their intense connection with the fleet. However it was only now that they could acknowledge its presence.

The Iron Warrior seemed to be at a pause for words. He could not realize what it was he was supposed to say to his brother. He did not know what to make of the information. His anger, clouding him, denied him any ability to understand at that moment.

But now he was supposed to take it to his attention. In doing so, judge what he will do with that information.

+We got to Olympia.+ Ordered Perturabo as he sat down again within his throne, +We will be visiting my Sister.+

TalOS grew a smile as he flourished his arms, +That shall be done brother. It will be quite a time to travel through to the stars beyond away from war for a while.+

Perturabo looked to be ready to give a bicker or rebuttal towards TalOS for saying those words, but he held his tongue. As the decision was made TalOS decided to travel to another side of the vessel to begin the organizing of their soon to be departure.

Due to the Warp and these times they will be gone for a few months at most, the round trip taking about six if the waves are fortunate to them. TalOS gave his prayer to the Machine God to request the safe passage that they will indeed need.

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Olympia was a massive world of oceans and mountains. Its geomantic activity was quite powerful, causing many upon the planet to think that they were forever living their lives against the will of their gods. So they worshiped the gods in an attempt to appease them to not strike a righteous fury down upon their abodes.

And that was the issue TalOS knew. It was something that the Emperor of Mankind could never really understand when it came to the religious minds he persecuted. As TalOS looked upon the solemn planet he wondered if they were still worshiping the false gods. That so much of humanity was driven to falsehood by the Chaos that wishes to seek their destruction.

+I have pinpointed the palace of Dammekos.+ TalOS told his brother as they stood within the teleportation chamber, +The tides of the Warp upon Dammekos are weak as well. We will arrive with accuracy.+

TalOS did not get any words of thanks, but he did not get any rebuttle either. For their trip over Perturabo had been keeping himself within the chambers of the Iron Blood for the majority of their trip over. In that same style Perturabo kept his silence as to think about the matter of rebellion within his head.

+It seems there are two sides to the conflict.+ TalOS decided to try and make small talk as he began the teleportation, +If my analysis is accurate against the uploaded chronicles then these lines were built more in respect to their previous allegiances instead of any real ideological aspect.+

There was not a response. The look upon Perturabo’s face was not one of a war hero or even a demigod, but a frightened man who was about to face someone who he did not wish to see. For these moments he will be locked into his world up until they left for Olympia.

As TalOS made that realization the portal finally opened. A thread of reality had been severed apart, which to TalOS felt like a heinous wound. Looking upon it he could see nothing, the rift in reality simply not existing to him as he ate its presence. But he knew it was there and so did Perturabo who began making his first few steps forward.

Before he took his step through Perturabo finally spoke, “Thank you.”

As the words were vocal TalOS could not fully comprehend in what emotion they were spoken. Indeed that must have been the reason it was spoken in the tongue of man. But still, sincerity was within it. However it was laced with a man giving his last rites to the fires of damnation.

>Keep to the shadows and watch
>Take up points to defend the brother
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.

>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.

>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.

>>5634420
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken

Cause I have no idea what the hell is going on.

>>5634422
>Simply draw understanding

>>5634436
Pert loves his sister. and per canon it is here she betrayed him and evicerated him with words.
I wonder what changes now

>>5634439
Was this before or after Olympia rebelled and was decimated?

>>5634439
Well she didn't really "betray" him. At that point Perturabo deemed everyone on the entire planet guilty including people who didn't rebel against him, for "failing to stop the rebels" and wanted to decimate everyone and everything.

>>5634481
Near the end. Her death was what caused him to decide not to genocide the whole planet and feel deep regret. So he ordered the legion to stand down and just enslave the survivors instead.

>>5634422
>Keep to the shadows and watch

>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.

>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
I'm not sure what Calliphone is up to desu. Perturabo has changed, and it's entirely possible so would she. In the original story it was actually Didimus and Dematea who lead two different rebelling factions bringing up the complaints of Olympia. Calliphone, who seemed to be a loyalist, her city left last to die, mostly just (rightfully so) pointed out many of Perturabo's character flaws and his hypocritical justifications as he butchered his homeworld and tried to appeal to him to stop.

But what Calliphone does here and now before the butchery is a mystery to me. I say we find out what she has to say.

Maybe reflect on the nature of Olympia from what we can siphon from its holonet, whether the rebels have merit on their complaints (in canon they did). And why TalOS with his vast wealth did nothing to help. Did he simply forget. Or was it all the more likely, he wanted to, but Perturabo would refuse anyone providing supplies and improving 'his' planet

Well, actually, Perturabo has changed. But how much?

He still did the decimation of his legion, and did not restore their honour or explain to them the cause. They still live in fear from that. It's entirely possible where he to bring them here and now, they would still obey an order to decimate his own forces.

His changes were subtle, and mostly to us. He showed emotions he never did in canon, such as gratitude to us, and (internally) a gladness that his legion lived even if it denied him glory, among a few other interactions.

But what of his father's love? Did he shun him? Calliphone pointed out when Perturabo walked up to Dammekos grave and he said "father", she told him "why do you call him that? You never called him that in life." Which is a great damn shame because TalOS might have convinced him to accept his fathers love, in the same way he accepted C4R's love. Maybe he did?

QM did Perturabo still banish Dantioch for "Failing to stop the Hrud" when he was aged into an old astartes?

Some of these changes might be defending points to convince Calliphone that the Perturabo who left Olympia has changed, even if only a little, and if he is trying to change then there is still hope for him. Even if it took a mortals lifespan, the fact that he can change even a little for the better is a sign there's hope yet.

>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.

>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.

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Perturabo did not care for the pleasantries of either the common folk or the Nobles who ruled Olympia. All about this room the Primarch was welcomed with pleasant artistries and engravings that depicted the deeds of the previous Tyrants of Lokos. Each of them were meant to be a judgment upon those that were within the hall, to fear monger those who were servants and judge the current Tyrant of their city.

Perturabo did not care for these. The judgment they exacted upon him was nothing in comparison to the maelstrom that had been borne upon him for his entire life. The Maelstrom had continued to batter him for each day in a year, making sure he knew even in his own isolation that he was to be judged.

It was a damning thing. Many would have called it an act of the Gods of they were aware he could forever see it but Perturabo understood it to be the scar within the material universe. That he might have, in some respect, been a latent psyker that was capable of seeing such a damning constellation for his entire life. Such a thought did not help with its pressure, but it did assure Perturabo that he was indeed not afflicted by some fake gods.

It was this reason that the eyes that were upon the walls did not bother him and neither did the gazes of those that were fake. They were all false icons who should be torn down for the act of rebellion that they had committed against the Emperor of Mankind. Perturabo wondered here if it was wise that he came here without arms, under the persuasion of his brother to do so.

It was wise. Perturabo could feel that ever bubbling anger and it told him that he would have destroyed the planet without a second thought. So much was his disgust with their actions. But that might have only been his anger, for Perturabo felt that his brother admonished him for acting against him during the telling of the rebellion.

Perturabo was angry, but he would have stayed his hand. He had enough sanity for that.

Ultimately his brother, while being a priest, had acted as Perturabo’s conscious in this troubling time. Such was the reason he had been entertaining him for these last few weeks as they together traveled to Olympia. He hated how he made himself known, to act without seeing what Perturabo himself would do, but it was something the Primarch would deal with later.

What was in the now was walking upon the glass casket where a man would petition the Lord of Lokos.

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The glass was of rock crystal with a method that made one of the panels easily seen through. It was clearly made artistry whose techniques were foreign to the natives of Olympia. Indeed the previous burials that Olympia hosted were cremations that involved the Iron Casket. To have a glass casket like this one was clearly meant to preserve the body and prevent it from decomposing.

With a small focus upon his hearing Perturabo could tell that there was more than met the eye. Underneath the body of Dammekos was a series of pipes which fed into an air pump. Thus the glass container was being filled with a preserving gas that would cause all forms of rot to stagnate. It is not clean as a stasis field, but the risks and costs were far less than using the technology of the Mechanicus.

Looking upon the man Perturabo was taken aback by how old the man had gotten. Dammekos was middle aged when Perturabo left him for the stars. Looking upon the Tyrant of Lochos now Perturabo realized his father must not have used any of the Mechanicus’s Youth Rejuvenation to stay alive.

It was… sickening. Perturabo could not help but feel his heart start to give as he looked upon another body that had suffered the changes of time. Where Perturabo was the same in body as the day he left Dammekos, Dammekos had died of old age.

Just like his Iron Warriors had.

Perturabo thought back to all the times they had talked. Now that it was taken from him the Iron Warrior realized just how much he had messed up. In his foolishness he had allowed time to catch up to him and damn all those that he even marginally considered family. He could admonish the foolishness of Dammekos for not taking the Mechanicus for the rejuvenation treatments, but that would only mean he dies from something else.

In the end Perturabo had been made the fool.

As he looked upon the corpse he felt a hand upon his shoulder. It was heavy, far more heavy than anything its size should have been. But the feeling of gnawing upon his being was there, thus Perturabo understood whose hand was upon his shoulder.

“May I ask, to who was this man?” His brother TalOS asked without any mirth within his voice.

Perturabo had been too far into his head to forget that TalOS was still there within the room with him. Maybe that was because his brother was a Pariah, a being whose existence Perturabo naturally did not want to recognize.

At first Perturabo wanted to bat the hand off of him. The thoughts that he should not be seen like this. But in truth Perturabo did not care what TalOS saw him as. After all, if TalOS did not seem to care if Perturabo almost killed a man than at this point nothing would sway his brother’s mind.

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“He is my Father.” Pertuabo announced for all to hear.

When Perturabo said those words he started to hear it. A soft click that was not the Mechanical hum of the preservatives nor the machines that had infested the body of his brother. Looking up into the throne where the two God Kings of Lochos stood next to in vigilance was a withered figure.

“Welcome home, Bo.”

The words were aged with time and tainted with what might have been drugs. Under all of that wear and tear of several decades was a person to whom Perturabo recognized.

“Calliphone.” Perturabo felt that name hold some reverence, but looking upon his foster sister Perturabo could not really say it held merit. She had clearly forgone what would have been the extensive treatments of the Mechanicum’s Rejuvination treatments and instead adopted to take up a series of mechanical augmentations that would divorce her from the ‘pagan’ worshippers of the Machine God.

It was sickening to his stomach to see her like this. For his Sister to willingly subject herself to the degrading of flesh and blood. He had remembered her when she was bright and young, but now she was simply a hag. An anger which had been ebbed away from the sight of his dead Foster Father and his brother’s presence began to spark as Perturabo wondered just how many of his own men could only wish for the longevity that she denied!

Hydraulics began to sound as she steadied herself upon the floor. Unlike the cultists who had merged their bodies with Machines she had opted for as many external augmentations as possible. But as Perturabo already understood, it was clear that they did not want anything to do with the Mechanicus.

“Brother,” The harsh voice called out to Perturabo again as it inched that little bit further, “Not even for the death of your Father did you return to Lochos, but instead the moment we had rebelled against your Emperor. If Father had known this to be a fact then he might have acted upon the rebellion he had been planning for so long.”

“He did not have the will to put it in place.” Perturabo argued while trying his best to disguise a sense of surprise, “He simply acted as the Lord of Olympia. This… rebellion he knew could never work. He would not ruin himself to take what he might have thought was rightfully his.”

Yes, this was the air that Perturabo would put up. He would show that he understood the situation and move forward from there. For while Perturabo put on airs that he knew what happened upon Olympia, in truth he had no idea.

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“He was a rotten man. A blackhearted man who thought it was good to spend his time building a rebellion in the background. What mercy the Gods might have had that the Legions have not descended upon Olympia.” Perturabo’s Sister said as she gave a declaration of thought.

THe next voice was not Perturabo’s, but another who stood next to him, “You could have chosen to crush the rebellion yourself. There are Iron Warriors within the system above and none of them would have denied a declaration of deployment by Perturabo’s Sister.” TalOS reasoned as he stepped forward.

There was a soft snort from Perturabo’s Sister as she finally addressed TalOS. It was there that her eyes seemingly widened as if she was looking at some demon. But she succeeded in keeping her voice in the next few words, “I simply chose not to, for what is the point? Olympia has already been robbed of its future. I would be ruling over a dying world whose days are already numbered.”

“Where are my foster brothers?” Perturabo realized he should have asked as it was odd that Calliphone was to take up the role of Governor, “Where is Herakon and Andos? They would be ahead of you in the line of succession.”

“Herakon tried to rebel against our Ruthless Father. The fool was thinking that with the technology of the Mechanicum that Dammekos would be immortal. Never to get his chance upon the throne if he did not act.” Calliphone declared simply, “For punishment, Dammekos had drowned our brother in a cask of wine. I felt sick when I saw it happen because I admired Father for the masterful irony that he murdered our brother with.”

“And what of the other brother, this Andos?” TalOS spoke up as Perturabo took the moment to understand just the kind of death Herakon had experienced.

“He did not wish to use any technologies to keep himself alive. He, like many upon Olympia, saw the extension of one’s life to be an affront to the Gods who had set our lives.” She said while focusing her vision upon TalOS, “It seems we were correct in that. That the Mechanicum works with mystical sciences so vile that they have created a demon in flesh.”

Those words should not have hurt Perturabo, but somehow he felt his heart being torn upon such a declaration. Not only was she spouting stuff about stupid gods, but she was using that against his savior.

>Defend the brother, for attacking him is not allowed.
>Hold back, just keep it in.
>You are all stupid.

>>5635198
>You are all stupid.

>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.

>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
When in olympia, do as olympians do.

>>5635198
>>Defend the brother, for attacking him is not allowed.
Perturabo may be bad at maintaining personal relationships, but his autism has conquered many thousands of worlds. In my opinion, this whole world's politics is stupid. Olympia should have a Federation-tier reordering of society, but TalOs is a tech-priest, so that goes without saying.

>Write in: Ignore the barbs. She is family.
> "Greetings half sister. It is good to meet you. Pardon my unsettling nature. My people were plagued by Psyker Xenos and they used various phenomena to wage nontraditional warfare... My counters have left me poorly suited for company but have not affected my sunny disposition.

>>5635261
You know, I was just going to make a rejected joke but I'm more scratching my head at how tone death this is.

>>5635198
>Defend the brother, for attacking him is not allowed.
I think there is some justification here now. Perturabo has changed. We can taste it in his soul. He called him Father, he asked of his brothers. Yes the cause that brought him here was rebellion, but we know our brother.

Also great characterization of Pert's family QM. They're similar but not identical to the originals, with a unique take to them.

>>5634422
Portal teleportation? Is this the fruit of Necromunda?
>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
Great updates these last few days

>>5635272
Imagine the ones from Space Hulk Game.

>>5635272
The Imperium has teleportarium tech.
>>5635273
Or Dawn of War

>>5635265
I simply realize that Tal0s is a Ctan shard.
That despite that horrible terrible truth Him being affably human contrasts with how miserable and heart wrenchingly sad this situation is, this are simply humans being humans.

we are mecha cthulu. Human family squabbles will take a backseat as they process the wrongness.

>>5635265
Tone death is accurate.
This is so far beyond tone deaf that it became a case of mistaken identity.

It seems Anon was writing it from Tal0s POV instead of Pert.

>Hold back, just keep it in.

Pert has promised not to be a doofus. Let him keep his promise.

>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
Iron within, Iron without.

>>5635198
>>You are all stupid.

>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
I get why the hammer fell on Olympia

>>5635196
>It was sickening to his stomach to see her like this. For his Sister to willingly subject herself to the degrading of flesh and blood. He had remembered her when she was bright and young, but now she was simply a hag. An anger which had been ebbed away from the sight of his dead Foster Father and his brother’s presence began to spark as Perturabo wondered just how many of his own men could only wish for the longevity that she denied!
This guy really doesn’t enjoy being human, it happens bro not everybody is a demigod

>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.

>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.

>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.

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Perturabo decided not to say anything, to keep back his tongue. He could feel a subtle amount of anger rising and now of all times it would not be in his favor to exercise it. If he did, the worst that could happen would be the destruction of his Father’s Casket. Another, well, Perturabo realized that such an action would make whatever efforts his brother made pointless.

As such it was his brother TalOS who responded, “Those are sickening words to use against me. I understand your discomfort, even fear, but please do not vocalize them. It does not help anyone.”

“It does not help you is who it does not help.” Calliphone pointedly made. Her lungs seemed to regain a sliver of life as her personal fire of anger burned, “We had thought Bo to be the Child of the Gods. He was someone who might uplift the people of Olympia to greater heights. It seems we were wrong to think that he was of our Gods.”

‘Their gods’, ‘his gods’. Calliphone knew how much those words irritated Perturabo but she was sounding like a zealot with each parse of information. The title ‘Child of the Gods’ was one that Perturabo hated the most for it denied his true Father the agency in creating the Primarchs!

“You are, in some way, correct.” Of all the things Perturabo’s brother said that was one not to be expected, “The Primarchs were not made by the Gods of Olympia. They were made by the Emperor of Mankind with the assistance of Malcador the Sigillite and the Machine God. If we wanted to take in semantics and classifications, then indeed Perturabo was made by other Gods. If you call the Emperor such a thing he does not wish to be true.”

Calliphone, in her old age, looked upon them with widened eyes. As if she was now seeing the world in new eyes while gazing upon the pair that were before her. Perturabo had a nasty feeling within his chest as he gazed upon it.

“Then Perturabo was right.” Were the words said in what could be described as the most sickening of tone, “He told our Father so many times that he was not of Olympia and denied so many times to become one of us. But if he was indeed created to be such a thing than I can see why he would deny it. It is against his very nature.”

Anger flared as Perturabo wanted to rebuke her. His mind tried to rationalize what indeed was the parts of his life where he found himself assimilating into the culture that was Olympia. At first it was hard, for indeed so many times he had renounced what were traditions like granting oneself a new name at the coming of age.

But then he realized that there were aspects of Olympia that he accepted. His vessel, the Iron Blood, had at its center a theater dedicated to the artistry of war with so many pieces of art that were of Olympian style. That the times he wished to engage in things like improving the throne chambers of Dammekos were denied!

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He also recognized why he hated Olympia. That even if you were friends and loved your fellow they would stab you in the back. Just as Calliphone had done right here and now.

“These days so many of our men from Olympia have been drained for the sake of fueling the Iron Warriors of Perturabo.” Calliphone declared which was correct, “So many people were robbed of their sons and husbands. So many young men were sent to the grinding wars that Perturabo had organized for the sake of your Emperor.”

The sound of hydraulics and systems were raised as she said those words. Her life support machines which had kept her alive for all of these years started to struggle to maintain the excitement that Calliphone was experiencing.

“I wondered if all those lives lost were just. I wondered if Perturabo sending himself into the most grueling of wars using the most grueling of tactics was even right. It seems he was right to think that.” She said much to the now boiling anger of Perturabo.

HIs brother, TalOS, had surely noticed by now what was going on behind Perturabo’s eyes. The Primarch always seemed to know what was within his mind but did not voice them. A flash of caution was danced upon his face while vocalizing his rebuttal, “Governor Calliphone!” The flare of that eating energy came from TalOS which only excited the room.

“You were never a part of Olympia. You were a servant of Gods that I could not even fathom.” She said while tapping a finger upon his stomach, “You have gained their recognition, at the cost of Olympia.”

Perturabo felt so much anger that he wanted to kill her. But he held back, for he should not allow it to take him!

Calliphone walked back to her throne as Perturabo fought his mind and lowered herself. She had a solemn, haunting smile appear upon her face as the next words were said, “Dammekos was a black hearted man who thought he was the ruler of everything. He was a fool though, a fool thinking that he could tame you. In doing so he damned Olympia.”

As if to twist the knife after a stab the last words were spoken.

“He should never have had you rescued. You should have fallen off that cliff to your death. Maybe then we would not have been damned.”

Perturabo could only see red.

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Fury, rage, and above all unceasing fury came through the mind of Perturabo. He did not know at this moment what he was doing, but it was to strike out against the fool who had called damnation upon his person.

Perturabo at some point in his life trusted Calliphone. Thought her to be something close to love that he could be close to. She was sharp whitted and capable of somewhat approaching the mental fortitude of a Primarch. It was the attempted assassination against her that had spurred his conquest of Olympia which had brought about the several centuries of peace that the planet enjoyed.

To think that she would not only mock him for his service to the Imperium, but to Dammekos. Dammekos got what he wanted in the end, domination over Olympia, only that the fool was then placed under the one who was the greatest mankind could ever offer. The fool would have been slaughtered by the Iron Warriors if Perturabo had not been upon the planet before hand.

Perturabo was a mercy that the people did not realize was given to them.

To even consider that they still openly worshiped the Gods was something that he should have stopped so long ago. But he had not for he had not cared to. Obviously he was wrong as his once intelligent sister was taken up by the reigns of that damning faith.

But really he could not blame the faith, he could only blame her. She did not realize that ultimately it was Perturabo who gave them such freedoms in the first place.

Slowly Perturabo began to escape his rage’s prison. He could feel his fights make contact with a sort of metallic stone that was so hard to batter. He could feel a series of strikes against his own flesh that were so powerful that it could have broken his skin. But that only meant that he needed to fight in a different method.

INstead of trying to tear apart flesh he began battering and bludgeoning. Hitting as much surface area as he could with the most amount of force. Ib addition to this pulls and slams were easily able to go over the resistance of this metal for it was only meant to defend against the piercing of a gunshot.

After throwing the person about for what must have been a minute Perturabo raised the head to his chest and pulled. The power armor he had designed screamed as so much force was being generated that it would shatter so many of the hydraulic systems.

He was awarded with a screech of metal being severed, just in that moment Perturabo felt the fog ebb away from his vision. But just as he was satisfied, he looked into his hands to see the severed head of TalOS within his hands.

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He…

Perturabo could not finish that thought.

All he could do was stand there and stare at the severed head that was within his hands. So powerful was the feeling that he had that he could not comprehend what he was feeling. Such mighty emotions were not meant for a mind to even understand but instead solely to act upon. Perturabo had only been able to feel this when it came to his rage and anger. Powerful emotions that should not have been neglected.

Only when the emotion began to reach the spectrum of what a human should have been able to feel that Perturabo realized just what it was he was feeling.

Grief and sadness.

He had been paralyzed with grief and sadness so immense that it was unmeasurable. But now he measured it and for that he could understand it.

His legs buckled from underneath his feet. Armored knees dipping themselves into blackened blood of a mechanical being. Perturabo could feel the machines within the blood of TalOS attempting to reassemble the Primarch but they could not do so. As if like a child Perturabo took the head and settled it next to the next stump, but the machines did not rejoin the head to its body.

Filled with grief, at the realization of what he had done, Perturabo roared. He cried for the lost of his brother, a man who he could never regain. The man who had given him the light of day during his own petulant tyraids and understood who he was.

As he wailed Perturabo regained his senses and as such could see inside the room.

Upon the throne of Dammekos was his hag of a Sister, Calliphone. In the fight that had erupted in her throne room she had seen too much, expiring upon the throne. Thus the geneline of Dammekos ended, with Perturabo being the only survivor of that Family.

Perturabo sat there, cradling the head of TalOS within his arms as he cried.

>Cont…

>>5635856
Am I evil, yes. But you guys who have been around long enough are in the know this has to happen at least once in my quests.

>>5635857
You ran other quests? Also isn't our brain in our chest?

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>>5635856
My only real issue is I can't really see Perturabo beating Talos in a fight what with all the tech and techno-sorcery

>>5635860
Maybe we got a concussion from him beating our chest

>>5635877
Maybe TalOS just let him do it, get it out of his system
QM will probably explain once the >Cont… happens.
Actually, will it be today or tomorrow? I thought it would be today, but it has been 27 minutes and you don't normally take that long.

>>5635882
Really its today, I ran out of time to write and I wanted a cliffhanger that seems to not be as bad as I thought.

>>5635883
Alright QM, I'll give my F5 key a break in that case and check later today.

>>5635883
Eh no worries QM, it's still dramatic and caught me off guard. It's just easy to forget how much time we put in Talos' survivability

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>He looked into his hands to see the severed head of TalOS within his hands.
>Pic related
I... yeah I dunno I wanted to make a snarky joke but the I looked at terry's face and I felt pain... T4L0S...

>>5635856
Did we accidentally become Ferrus Manus? The whole decapitated head thing?

>>5635878
Thing is, concussions happens when the brain suffers from powerful acceleration of deacceleration, but here we have T4L0S' brain encased in adamantium, filled to the brim with drugs and mentats and whatever techno-dampeners he designed to keep the squishy thing intact.

>>5635920
or deacceleration*
So I doubt his brain can be harmed with (awesome) might alone

>>5635923
In that case, are we then wrestling with the Chaos Gods as they try to yoink Calliphone's soul?

If we return it to the body, maybe we could salvage Perturabo's mental state.

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Perturabo cried. Never before in his life did he ever cry. It was a sickening feeling that was digging into his chest. Such a vile feeling that was so foreign to the mind of the Primarch that he almost rejected it out of reflex. But really there was nothing he could do about it. He was simply filled with grief.

In truth it should have been fear Perturabo felt. He had killed a fellow Primarch and murdered by proxy a governor of a world. Yes Calliphone was in open rebellion against the Imperium but it was still a murder in the eyes of Perturabo. How else could you describe the action of attacking someone who had welcomed you into their abode.

If the Gods were real as Calliphone and all the fools of Olympia believed then he would be smited then and there. Not only was he a kinslayer but he had killed the one who gave him hospitality. Such an action should be answered with divine violence.

But none came, thus just like so many times before Perturabo had proven the gods of Olympia were false. And for once in his life he hated that for he was a kin slayer. He had killed a brother.

It was then that Perturabo noticed something. If his brother was dead, then why did he still feel his brother’s presence? Why was the Maelstrom which should be shining down upon him still being blotted out?

Upon his realization Perturabo felt the air change. It was similar to being within a radioative field but unlike the battering of neutrons smalling themselves into his flesh this felt so much more organized. Around him Perturabo could see the subtle clinks and changes of gren electricity creeping around him.

As he began to wonder just what was happening a green fire quickly erupted from around Perturabo. Torrents of flame crossed around him and danced upon the ground wherever the blood of TalOS sat. Static quickly started to erupt from between the corpse of his brother to all of these splotches of blood in so many arks that it was becoming mind boggling.

Deep down Perturabo felt something he had never felt before. In a day filled with so many emotions it only kept on coming as the flames erupted out of the head of his brother. He did not know what to do as primal fear inched its way across his back and into his chest.

Perturabo was paralyzed as he watched the blood slowly make its way back to the body. The head which was within his hands shaking itself free from his unmoving grip, sitting itself upon the neck stump of his brother.

Perturabo knew it was ignorant to say it, but as his brother rose from his prone position and looked into the sky with baleful eyes, he could only describe what was happening as some form of Divine Intervention. After all, however else could you bring a man back from the dead without the intervention of a god?

And that was why Perturabo felt fear, for he felt the eyes of the Machine God looking upon him.

>Hug the brother
>Scream
>Give thanks, not vocalized of course.

>>5635983
>Hug Him
Lmao we just cucked Fulgrim by being the brother Perturabo slays to transform into a god. This was how he became a demon prince originally.
TalOS would totally hug his brother and be glad he vented all his rage, he built himself to be tough.
NANOMACHINES SON

>>5635983
>Hug the brother

>>5635983
>Hug the brother
Don't worry pert, TalOS has nanomachines, reconstruction, time powers, the brain being in the chest, experience with his body being dead for years in the hyperbolic time chamber and a god (and an AI) looking out for him.

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>>5635983
>Give thanks, not vocalized of course
And so he arose in three...minutes, rejoice!

>>5636003
yeah but who knows how hard to kill we are. we haven't fought anything (face to face) in centuries. not his fault he doesn't know we are the hardest of his brothers to kill excluding maybe vulcan.

>>5635983
>Hug the brother