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The time for the Heresy is upon us.

++The Rules++
>Vote with Greentext, otherwise they probably won’t be accepted.
>Write-ins can be accepted, and might even be used in the final without majority rule.
>If you are going to change your vote, make it so your post only links to the numbers of the previous vote. It's cleaner that way.
>If you mix votes together without modifying them in any way, I reserve the right to employ your top most pick as your vote. Claiming it as a write-in won’t work either unless you modify it to convince me otherwise.

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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
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
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"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.
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
Are we playing as perturabo for this decision?
Better get everything in order and coordinate
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
too much has been lost.
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>>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.
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>>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!
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>>5627327
Denied.
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>>5627328
Alrighty then
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>>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?
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
The fleet is in disarray and must be reorganized.
>>5627328
Sad. It would have been a good opportunity.
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
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>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
This option is SO anticlimactic...
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>>5627392
You picked it though.
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>>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
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>>5627400
you have convinced me I'm changing my vote here >>5627322 to

>Declare an all out charge
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>>5627405
But why, regrouping is better! It's logical. And what's logical is sacred, because it was inspired by the Machine God
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>Declare an all out charge
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>>5627411
>logical is sacred
your forgetting this is Pert making the choice not TaL0S
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>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge

He is changing and improving for the better, but he hass not changed that much just yet....
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I feel like we have made a mistake. Perty here is totally fine.

I hope Alpharius is doing alright.
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
Let's not be 40k in our logic
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge
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>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge
Catch them on the backdoor
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Hold Back
>>5627316
>>5627318
>>5627321
>>5627322
>>5627338
>>5627374
>>5627392
>>5627752
>>5627765

CHARGE
>>5627382
>>5627555
>>5627899
>>5628037
>>5627405
>>5627462

Who are you people? What happened to all of you?
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>>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.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Sorry bro
Hands are tied
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>>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.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Let us not lie to Perturabo.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Orders are orders, even Perturabo would understand that.
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
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>>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.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
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>>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.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
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>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?
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>>5628388
Too late, the saved primarch was already chosen
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>>5628277
Is this still considered Oath Breaking?
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
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>>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.
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
He deserves truth
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>>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.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Tell him what we can and hint to it, but we will keep our word.
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
Get him to drink Navigator blood, like we did.
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>>5628277
>>Tell him everything
Pert deserves to know. He deserves to be trusted.
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
It's time to GET THINGS IN MOTION
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor
Oath = Oath
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>>5628728
Prepare? The Horus Heresy has begun.
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>+Perturabo, the truth is... Gods are real+
>+Shut the fuck up T4L0S+
>+Perturabo, no cap+
>On god????
>On God.
I can imagine the exchange
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>>5628277
>>Tell him everything
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor
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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.
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>>5629002
"Come with us Perturabo, we're going to the Emperor. He will explain things"
Would this not work?
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>>5629038
That's a great excuse to get to terra... but I am not changing my vote, we will tell him NOW
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
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Shush
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>>5628284
Tell
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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.
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>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
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>>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
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>5629124
We also don't know about Olympia, but we probably can just, support him when that comes.
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>T4L0S what would you do if Lucius betrayed you after everything you did for them
HMMM....
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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.
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>>5629315

I liked the idea, but wouldn't it be very meta for Tal0S to know that?
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>>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
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>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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>>5629448
>Let them be, its a good ecosystem
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>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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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.
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>>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.
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>>5629448
>H8
Wasn't he L8
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
They need it more than we do right now.
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>>5629480
>I don't care.
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>>5629483
He is such a small minuet character that I am not going to remember him.
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
Tsundere...
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>>5629448
>>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
chronicler or Biographer. Or the more fun one
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>>5629465
Chronicler or Biographer is good
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>>5629448
>>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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>>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.
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>>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
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>>5629448

>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
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>>5629566
Needs more metal
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>>5629448
>>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
>biographer
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
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>>5629483
>>5629486
>>5629473

Harsh.
>Thus we find the reason for the tech priests Rebellion...... He was not remembered.......
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>>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.
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>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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>>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.
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>>5629448
>option D: we are a mega Pariah dont forget people.
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>>5629448
>>5629822
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
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Lead by Example
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>>5629463
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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.
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
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>>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
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>>5630411
>Force an anomoly by herding them together
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>>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.
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
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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.

That sounds like fun, truly a moment of pure Dakka!
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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!
Crazy enough to work.
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... 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.
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https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Hieronyma
just saying
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>>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
Don't tell me that TalOS and Perty putting their heads together and Calibre checking their calculations can't pull this off.
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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!
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
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>>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!
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Herd them!
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>>5631440

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.
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>>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."
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>>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."
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>>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.
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>>5631834
Support
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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.
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>>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.
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>>5631825
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything
Don't shoot the messenger.
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>>5631825

>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.

I've deleted my old vote and changed it to this one.
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>>5631851
In that case
>>5631834
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
Don't shoot the messenger and all that
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>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.
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>>5631825
> Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
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>>5631819
>T4L0S what the fuck, a blackhole?
>Yes you see I cal-
>Fuck yes let's do it
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>>5631825
>Place the opinion after the deed is done.
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>>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
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>>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.
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>>5632012
>I can taste your anger."
I don't want T4L0S to reveal his triumph card.
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>>5631834
>Support
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>>5631825
>>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
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>>5631825

>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.

Brother he is a loyal messenger, please not this one.
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>>5631825
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
We're here to make a different outcome. Let's start now.
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Stay back and do nothing
>>5631834
>>5632051
>>5631903

Give a comment
>>5631837
>>5632004

Keep him back
>>5631843
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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.
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>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.
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>>5632921

>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.
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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.
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>>5632933
Ferrus was forgotten, Tybros was remembered as a lesson to only the Primarchs.
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>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.
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I should say, likely no update tomorrow. I got to do a lot of work.
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>>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
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>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.
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>>5632921
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.

We can't always hold his hand, it's his tribulation.
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>>5632921
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.
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>>5632921
>Lets go together, without arms.
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>>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.
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>>5632920
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.
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>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms
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>>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.
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>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
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>>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.
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>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
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>>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.
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QM is Dorn assigned the Praetorian of Terra in this timeline? I have not found mention of it upon re-reading
> Paranoia
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>>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.
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Well I do not have the time to make the next post today. So yeah.
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>>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??????
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>>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.
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Leave, brother
>>5633217
>>5633086
>>5633090

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

Under the shelter of the fortress
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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.
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>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
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>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
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>>5634420
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken

Cause I have no idea what the hell is going on.
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>>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
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>>5634439
Was this before or after Olympia rebelled and was decimated?
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>>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.
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>>5634422
>Keep to the shadows and watch
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>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
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>>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
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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.
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>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
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>>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.
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>>5635198
>You are all stupid.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
When in olympia, do as olympians do.
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>>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.
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>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.
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>5634422
Portal teleportation? Is this the fruit of Necromunda?
>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
Great updates these last few days
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>>5635272
Imagine the ones from Space Hulk Game.
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>>5635272
The Imperium has teleportarium tech.
>>5635273
Or Dawn of War
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
Iron within, Iron without.
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>>5635198
>>You are all stupid.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
I get why the hammer fell on Olympia
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>>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
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
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>>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…
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>>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.
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>>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
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>>5635860
Maybe we got a concussion from him beating our chest
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>5635883
Alright QM, I'll give my F5 key a break in that case and check later today.
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>>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...
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>>5635856
Did we accidentally become Ferrus Manus? The whole decapitated head thing?
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>>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.
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>>5635920
or deacceleration*
So I doubt his brain can be harmed with (awesome) might alone
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>>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.
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>>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
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
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>>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!
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>>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.
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
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>Give thanks, not vocalized of course.
Peturabo is Tsundere. Must follow the characterization.
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>>5635983
>Scream
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I mean, he saw a ton of weird shit... T4L0S should have spoken about chaos to him. Wait, we rolled the protocol... Imagine if T4L0S failed the dice and didn't reanimate
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>>5635983
>hug the brother
What an absolute banger. I hope talOS isnt too pissed.
>>5635995
We just deleted the book Angel Exterminatus. Talos ""letting"" his head get ripped off to help him vs. Fulgrim "letting" himself get shot in the head to damn him.
Dont know how QM is gonna balance the traitor Primarchs but I quiver with anticipation.
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>>5635911
Its was the best write-in name possible for a Datasmith Primarch
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>>5635983
>Give thanks, not vocalized of course
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>>5635983
>Scream
>Hug the brother
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
Well, that's one way to ensure Perty isn't a traitor
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>>5635983

>Scream.
Perturabo discovered in quick succession that:
He was the last member of his mortal family, that the only brother who genuinely showed him empathy was killed by his own hand, that God exists and that he's pissed off.
I don't think his primary instinct would be to hug the person he just killed.
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>>5635983
>Scream
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>>5635983
>Give thanks, not vocalised of coirse

Pert already suspected we could pull ourselves together. He tried placing the head back. TAL0S Was busy with something however.
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
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>>5635983
>>Hug the brother
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Man Calliphone and Perturabo's family are even greater assholes here compared to the book ones. And worse religious fanatics. Even Damekos.

Kinda funny if this is supposed to be what they were all along and Chaos Perturabo is mourning a twisted version of his sister he idealized. At least ours got to see her at her worst.

Despite saving Perturabo I'd argue our Pert had a greater justification, if not to destroy the planet, then at least eviscerate his family tree. Even the real rebels made a better point than they do and they represented the people better.
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I personally thought they were this bad in the book. At least one of Perturabo's brothers died because he decided not to accept any treatments from the Mechanicum. As for the rest, well, Caiphus Cain/Amberly Vail is kicking 200+ and both sounded not to be too harsh. Remember, this is the Mechanicum at its height.
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>>5636387
Fair. There's something to be said that maybe they don't look so bad here when compared to book perturabo who was actively genociding the entire planet. Mostly I recall a few other points in the book against Perturabo to be rather reasonable.
-He only called Damekos his father after he died, but shunned his love in life. (Our Perturabo here admits his mistake at least). Our Calliphone mostly just brushed that aside
-Pointed out the way he treated his sons badly (which we know as TalOS even if he had a good reason for the purge, he didn't have to let them live in shame and explain after the fact but pride stops him)
-Perturabo very much was making things hard on himself on purpose and wanting people to praise him for it, where as Andos was content to live a quiet peaceful life. He was supposed to be the greatest genius of his age if Perturabo didn't show up, to which Perturabo even apologized, but Calliphone rightly pointed out Perturabo never cared about the accomplishments or supporting anyone else (until after they died)
-At least half the "rebels" (not present here) really were just striking and willing to stay loyal, but all they wanted was word from their sons and indications that their sacrifices were not in vain (something our Remembrancers could very well have given!). Perturabo was so furious he just killed an entire city in response to a very reasonable request (and went on killing even after they fell to the ground begging for the lives of their people)

I think Damekos would have tried to pursue immortality as the ultimate dictator, but he and everyone here seems to have swallowed the religion pill a lot harder as even in the death throws of Olympia there wasn't much mention of gods. But maybe it's more the fact that TalOS is so fucking frightening it brings up old religious feelings they thought buried.
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>>5636399
>But maybe it's more the fact that TalOS is so fucking frightening it brings up old religious feelings they thought buried.

I mean, this is the point. Calliphone did refer to the Gods when he was in the book, mainly saying Perty was their damnation. Considering there is a certifiable monster in the room, those kind of emotions come up.
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>>5636403
I mean TaL0S description as a monster makes sense both by his aura, by some of his actions (genociding that planet wasn't kosher, even if its pretty normal in that world), the way he modified himself (which is bizarre even by mechanicum standards) and now his supposed revival.
The claim of being a monster is justified i believe and even more so by the power we know he has over the universes inner workings.
But he can also be very caring and is a literal empath due to his aura, him acting on that not out of malice or desire to manipulate is praise worthy.

One thing i wanted to mention about the TaL0S we build is that i think he came to the destination techpriests search for, 'being one with the machine' by approaching it from the oppsite angle. Instead of replacing the human body with machines, he found the machine that was inside it all along.

>>5635983
>>Scream
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Perturabo, in a sense, still could not believe what he was seeing before his very eyes. His brother, who was killed by his own hand, was alive once again. His mind still could not really believe it but his instincts quickly began acting upon themselves.

Just as their brother Vulkan had done so many times before, Perturabo had embraced his brother in a hug.

They were only like that for a moment as Perturabo slowly regained his sense. Why had he just hugged his brother, well that was because he allowed his emotions to overcome him. He did not regret it though, only that he lost control and did it without even realizing it.

“Perturabo.” Was the first word a newly reconstructed TalOS said as he gave a soft smile, “I apologies for that, there are still some issues with my nanites that need to be fixed. As for what you have seen; that is what the Machine God gave me.”

Perturabo studied his brother long and hard as to process the words that were said. He wondered for that instant just what he was to say to such an explanation and how stupid it was. But then again…

“That… that was a blessing from your ‘god’.” Perturabo for a moment almost regretted succumbing to the folly of his mind before. Was it really the Machine God looking upon him or simply a symptom of that sorcery?

“The Machine God was the first to give me a peek into the truth of the Universe, a peek into what truly is the Motive Force.” TalOS declared as he placed a hand upon his chest, “I do not think you should be able to fully understand just yet. Only that it is a truth that not even the Emperor understands.”

Perturabo would have accused his brother of more religious dogma and talk, but for once he could not rationalize why. It was not the warp for Perturabo did not have a tang upon his tongue nor did he feel displaced. Instead what had happened was something both other and normal.

“We will… talk about this later.” Perturabo said as he shook his head and looked towards the corpse of his dead Sister, “The line of Dammekos is dead. Even if I did not touch her, my Sister died of my anger. In that there is not longer a person who will govern the planet unless I choose to elect someone. That is, unless your powers work upon her.”

“It will not for she did not embrace the Crux Mechanicus. My abilities do not stretch to those who clinged themselves so tightly to flesh that the Machine God’s mercy could be given.” His brother said as he patted Perturabo upon the shoulders, “I am sorry that I cannot give you such a blessing.”
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“It does not matter, it was clear she was the one who allowed the rebellion to take place.” Perturabo said as he tried to mentally tarnish the memory of his sister, “Calliphone… she died as all foolish vassals had. She wanted to reap the resources of Olympia for herself instead of allowing it to furnish the entire Imperium. For that she brought death to herself.”

“She will not be the last.” TalOS reasoned as he struck a chord, “The Imperium, built upon domination, will have issues like this from time to time when there is a sense of Imperial Weakness. Your Sister simply did not have the will to stop a rebellion during a time of Imperial Strength.”

“What it does rob us of is an ease to solve the issues.” Perturabo announced as he walked up to the corpse of his Sister, “Without a governor then we cannot force tribute. I could do so, but it is obvious to me that they are seeing me as their enemy.”

“There might be a few who are loyal to you.” The Priest pointed out, “If we do an invitation then they might come to follow you still. Such is reasonable as every man has a different opinion.”

Perturabo weighed the fact and wondered to himself. His brother spoke a sense of truth, but those people will still wish to exact a price upon his head. After all, the entire planet was in revolt, but just a select group.

“There are two others you can consider,” His brother began, “First is that we invite them upon the name of the Mechanicus. While I can see many of them do not like the Priests of Mars they will respect my order enough to give me pause. Especially if they are those who benefited greatly from our exploits. The other is that we simply start conquest, starting here once more on Lochos, to demonstrate that their resistance is futile. I calculate such a campaign to take two months if we employ the Iron Warriors in orbit.”

“All of these still leave the need for a Governor.” Perturabo pointed out.

“We can empower your Warsmith up until we find someone suitable. After all, in times of peril, we must make do with what we have.”

>Try and gather loyalists
>Gather everyone to hear their grievances
>Start the reconquest.
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>>5636629
>Try and gather loyalists
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>Gather everyone to hear their grievances

I gotta hear this.
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>>5636629
>Gather everyone to hear their grievances
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>>5636629
>Gather everyone to hear their grievances
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>>5636629
>Gather Loyalists

You stop revolting and you get listened too.
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>>5636629
>Gather everyone to hear their grievances
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>>5636629
>Start the reconquest.
Yeah no, fuck 'em for revolting. They can get an explanation AFTER they surrender.
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>>5636629
>Start the reconquest.
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>>5636629
>>Gather everyone to hear their grievances
Do we have the remembrancer data on the iron warriors?
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>>5636727
I'm sure Tal0s has it on hand.
This will take a good chunk of their propaganda advantage if not shut down the whole rebellion instantly.

Perturabo will then see how much more efficient this is than laying waste to his population center.

Pert: Recruitment is UP!
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>>5636629
>Gather everyone to hear their grievances

Heads on the chopping block, better have a good enough reason for us not drop the blade.
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>>5636629
>Try and gather loyalists
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>>5636629

>Start the reconquest.

So much dialogue is getting boring. Besides, that "whore of four" is close by, relatively speaking, it would be safer to have the planet militarily secure until the full legion arrives.
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>>5636629
>>Gather everyone to hear their grievances
Reforming what's broken will make it easier to bring the rest back into compliance.
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>>5636629
>Gather everyone to hear their grievances
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Gather the Loyalists
>>5636634
>>5636654
>>5636867

Hear everyone's grievances
>>5636640
>>5636647
>>5636701
>>5636727
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>>5637087
>>5637226
>>5636639

Conquer them all.
>>5636707
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TalOS looked over the small crowd of people who had brought themselves towards the hall of Lochos. You can say that claiming the location to be a place of meeting would be ironic, but really TalOS saw it as the opposite. While in essence the death of Calliphone, the ‘Governor’, was an accident they did not need to paint it as such.

So TalOS took the liberty of painting it as something completely different. That she was killed for treason against the Imperium and as such would be seen as a scapegoat. She was given a respectable burial, but not one that would have been meant for a Queen of Lochos. Her body was cremated and only a small fund of treasure was placed within her tomb.

An example made, it was made obvious to everyone involved that it would be upon the honor of the Mechanicus that they now assembled. Such a thing was a risk for the Mechanicus, as Perturabo could have another death upon his hands, but in reality it was not going to happen. Ever since TalOS had lost his head to his brother Perturabo had in many ways mellowed.

The throne room of Lochos did not have a terrible about of people within it. Each of them had been vented by a Tech Priest and identified as an envoy to them. Such a thing was a disrespect against Perturabo and TalOS both, but then again they might have been afraid to lose their heads as well.

+This is everyone that will be coming.+ TalOS informed his brother as he stood at his side.

His brother was not sitting in the Throne of Lochos, but instead a modified Command Throne from the vessel that currently hang in orbit. The halls had a few Skitarii and Proelitor with no Iron Warriors among them. This was meant to bring some ease to those present but it did none for never in their lives had they seen the military troops of the Mechanicus.

+They mock us.+ Perturabo said as he gave a sigh, +No, they are scared of us. None of these present carry the sigils and banners of the ruling houses. If they wished to mock us they would have sent their lowest born children.+

+Considering their options, it is in some way wise.+ TalOS told his brother.

+It will be one item upon the scale against them. They will make the final decision.+ Perturabo said as he looked upon them all with a sense of annoyance.
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With his conversation with his brother done TalOS stood before everyone. As if a ghost had entered the room they all looked upon TalOS with sudden shock. Each of them probably wondered why they did not notice such a giant being standing within the room.

The Fabricator General did not pay heed, “I thank you all for coming today to Lochos! I, Fabricator General TalOS DAV1S, wish to see each of you for the purpose of hearing your reasoning for rebellion.”

There was talk among them all as if the word was scandalous. In that moment TalOS noted how each of them were split by a simple arm band of either red or blue, likely a factional indicator. But according to what Perturabo said they really did not need it. They wore those only to make a statement to the otherside.

“W-we of the East Thennan League are not rebelling!” declared one of the Envoys as he stepped forward, “We wish to continue to follow the Emperor and his guiding light! If the Son of the Gods Perturabo would talk to us, I am sure we could easily come to an agreement!”

“Do not listen to them!” shouted the other side, “We of the West Henatics see the truth of the matter. The Imperium cannot last, and for that we are seeking both the Mechanicus and Perturabo’s assistance in taking it down!”

To think that they would say something like that out loud. Their league had good reason to not come here in person it seems.

Perturabo remained silent as he judged each of them. That burning anger he felt so long ago had gone out though, instead leaving with a subtle annoyance of practicality.

“My Lords, do not listen to those of the west!” Shouted one of the blue wearing easterners, “They do not realize the mercy that the Emperor had given to Olympia and the good it has brought. They have simply seen the issues that we have suffered to be of such significance that the Imperium should end.”

“And what would be those grievances?” TalOS asked.
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There was a subtle amount of fear upon the brow of the person, not only because TalOS spoke to him but also Perturabo was staring directly upon him. Without a second thought the Easterner had made a run for it, quickly followed by so many others who were paralyzed by the presence of TalOS.

The Proelitor did act in this moment, for by the sudden route of the persons there were many who did not move with them. These were either those still paralyzed by fear or actually had the bravery to look upon a pair of demi-gods without such animalistic fear. Before they could be trampled they each had a soldier of the Mechanicus to defend them.

An already sorry amount of people quickly found themselves among few peers. Now the Proelitor, who made up a fraction of those present, outnumbered them.

“Someone speak. We will not know what you wish until you say anything!” TalOS said with a firm bellow to those that were within the room.

Luckily for TalOS one of the envoys present from the east were able to take a step forward. He looked to be a military type who had seen a few battles before walking into this palace. Sure he had never seen horrors like TalOS, but maybe he also accepted death a while ago.

“Lords of the Imperium, we upon Olympia have suffered under the levies that the Iron Warriors Legion has placed upon us. Your wars have taken so many of our sons to stars unknown and for that we do not know anything that could happen to them. I have lost count how many dynasties have ended because of recruitment when the Priests of Mars had found a bloodline specifically attuned to their sorcery.” He bellowed first and foremost, “What we ask for is something tangible for our efforts, or a relief from the conscription. It is bad my lords, for the first time in thousands of years we have begun to entertain the idea of harams for our remaining men. The population of Olympia has gone down by one fifth since it started, and for that we wish to either be relieved or know of our son’s deeds.”

TalOS looked towards his brother who simply looked annoyed. Knowing that TalOS wanted to hear his opinion he gave it, +Do whatever you wish. I’ve had my fill of politics.+

In other words, Perturabo was still recovering from what happened before. He did not really want to think about this and knew his brother was better in aspects like this anyways.

>Give them some records of the Iron Warrior’s successes
>The first born son shall not be conscripted
>Both
>No, nothing shall be given
>Other
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>>5637409
>Give them some records of the Iron Warrior’s successes
>Other
Apply methods of the GOT regarding population stability. So using Mechanicum methods regarding that.
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>>5637409
>>Give them some records of the Iron Warrior’s successes
>>The first born son shall not be conscripted
>>Both
>Other
Provide natural Bio Mechanicus assistance and improve fertility and recovery rates.
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>>5637409
>Both

And get some Bio Mechanicus to boost the population like this guy suggested
>5637428
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>>5637409
>Give them some records of the Iron Warrior’s successes
>Other
Apply methods of the GOT regarding population stability. So using Mechanicum methods regarding that.
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>>5637409

>Give them some records of the Iron Warrior’s successes.
>Apply methods of the GOT regarding population stability. So using Mechanicum methods regarding that.
>Provide natural Bio Mechanicus assistance and improve fertility and recovery rates.

Both are good suggestions that can be applied together.
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Just remember that some things might not be accepted by the population if you are putting it upon them.
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>>5637409

Alright, I'd like to change my vote from:
>>5637438

To:
>Give them some records of the Iron Warrior’s successes.
>The first born son shall not be conscripted.
With a bit of luck we'll be able to fight some battles in this world, and with our troops on the surface we'll be able to make the necessary changes.
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>>5637441
It's ok, I didn't care about they accepting it
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>>5637456
:)
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>>5637457
Can't be grimdark without a bit of tyranny, and we are behind the quota
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>>5637460
Oh you are behind the quota by a few thousand Marines.
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>>5637409
>Both
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>>5637409
>Give them some records of the Iron Warrior’s successes
A Museum or Hall of Fame
> Other - allow an Olympian Knight House
(We need those precious First Borns)
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>>5637409
>Give them some records of the Iron Warrior’s successes
>No, there will be no relief.
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>>5637409
>Both
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>>5637428
>>5637409
>>5637441

We can still put it forward as an option we know won't be taken and then present our actual proposal as a compromise.

>>both
Also put in an option for the increase of draft in time of crisis.
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>>5637409
>Both
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Feels bad we never helped Olympia long ago like we do most fed worlds. It's a pretty good deal we got just as good as Ultramar if not better.

I suppose TalOS can't know about all his brothers planets but did he have any inkling things were this bad before we arrived? They have citizens living in the capital under fuedal conditions while being expected to give industrial scale tithes...

We did talk to Perturabo about the benefits of a loyal and loving populace thanks to good infrastructure and living standards right?
Or even the basic mathematics of. . .if you want more soldiers your planet needs to sustain a growing populace rather than be drained dry. . .
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>>5637896
Dropped my name.
More to the point that Olympia is so vital to Perts reinforcements speaks he doesnt have much of an empire or backup options

If Lucius went on strike it would suck more emotionally than anything else. We have hundreds of other planets to draw emergency troops from including forge worlds it would not cripple our war effort in the same way.

Not to mention giving leave to non federal forgeworlds to create proelitors (for us and under our supervision - in exchange for local service)
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>>5637409
>Give them some records of the Iron Warrior’s successes
>Other: Put a Pause on noble conscription. We will re-assess the methods of conscription later
>They will be expected to continue to give up material support and must accept magos biologis who will rebuild their numbers since that is their primary complaint
We can't let them get away with everything or other planets might get the bright idea, but we can give them what they want in exchange for concession.

No son raised from Olympia now will fight in the Heresy, it's too late. It takes decades to raise a fresh marine and the shroud has fallen upon our vision now. For all we know, Terra itself could be under siege. Better to just ensure their loyalty now, and then come back with a better deal for all later.

The Iron Warriors have been saved from the latest route of catastrophe with the Hrud.

This is basically going to play like Vostroya anyway, where they refused requests for reinforcements and stated that they would be more useful pumping out war supplies and equipment (which was not untrue). However Guilliman himself came back after the Heresy to reprimand them. We should do the same here.

Maybe down the line something like "They can keep their firstborn son, but everyone they have afterward is ours and they are required to make more" and we'll have biologis in place to ensure they do.
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Would Perturabo agree to this QM?
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>>5638000
>Support
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What if we threw in the ability to make the earthquakes stop or reduced the numbers and severity of earthquakes?
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We gonna ruin a culture, for their benefit of course!
>>5637412
>>5637428
>>5637433
>>5637434
>>5638000
>>5638179

Both
>>5637450
>>5637470
>>5637711
>>5637849
>>5637826

Its unique, really.
>>5637570

Records of success
>>5637639

Unless I hear complaints we are gonna ruin a culture, if they would let you.
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>Give them some records of the Iron Warrior’s successes.
>The first born son shall not be conscripted.
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>>5638323
Sounds good to me.
Perturabo never gave a damn about their culture anyway, we don't very much like it, and their culture is obviously not satisfying their needs either.
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>>5638323
>if they would let you.
>Implying they have a choice
Shouldn't have rebelled if they didn't want that
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TalOS had to take a moment to really figure out what was being asked. Within his mind reasoning was given and understanding began to be broached. He sensed here was the truth of the issue and in which he could grant some knowledge.

“What you seek, the records of your son’s exploits, shall be delivered as you wish.” TalOS declared as he waved a hand through the air, “And I do not see issue with you each keeping some of your children. I believe Perturabo would accept the idea that each family would be allowed to keep their first born.”

Those within the throne room looked almost surprised at the words of TalOS. Such evident benevolence was there to grant such things. But the general did not accept it as said, “Fabricator General, what else do you wish to include in that deal? Will it cost the people of Olympia?”

TalOS grew a small smile, “It is not against the people of Olympia but to their benefit. The Mechanicus, to who I represent, have a great many programs among our data archives to help rehabilitate a population like yours to a healthy amount with recruitment included.”

“And what would this program entail for our people?” There was a thin thread of dread within the man’s voice as he spoke those words.

“I shall have a group of Genetors supervise the reproduction of your people. To optimize you not just for Astartes development but fertility above all else. Within five generations your woman will be capable of bearing three more children and the rates of twins will increase dramatically.” TalOS said with a hint of benevolence.

“Do…” The man had to hold his tongue back for a moment as he rushed his mind with realization, “You wish to simply breed us like livestock!?”

“You use such words to dehumanize yourselves.” TalOS said as he flicked his finger, “I wish for you to note that the people of Lucius have a higher than standard likelihood to find love within these relationships. Humans seem to have a tendency to enjoy those of compatible genes.”

“We are not here to release one Tyrant for another!” Shouted one of the remaining representatives from the west, “If that is what Perturabo will allow upon our planet we do not any of it!”

Perturabo quickly stared at the man for a moment, causing the fellow to almost scream in terror. Perturabo simply said, “You were not doing a good enough job before.”

Terror and anger flashed the eyes of the one fellow before he and the remaining contingent of the west left with him.
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The east remained with the general at their helm. He looked somewhat skeptical as the words were said before speaking once again, “Fabricator General TalOS, I ask you to understand that the sanctity of marriage between Olympians for things like alliances and familial bindings is a great need for us. Do not burden us with such a concept.”

“How can it be a burden though?” TalOS made sure his words were a genuine question poised so that he could walk around it in examination, “The Knights of Dutonis have learned to enjoy these aspects, many of them accepting their peasant wives as the genuine matriarchs that they shall become. And what do you need for marriage politics, when there will only be peace after this conquest.”

The words did strike a cord and a deep gash into the leader. He was taken off step as the words of TalOS did ring true in some manner. It was a powerful declaration for sure from TalOS in the matter that Olympia should not need it. To demand it further is to invite the questioning of what the future of this vassalage would be.

Simply put, without changing their ways, Olympia was destined to rebel against the Imperium. As shown before and to happen again.

“I…” The man held his words as he wondered what to make of the suggestion, “I will deliver this suggestion to my Lord.”

“Good.” TalOS said simply, “I look forward to seeing your response. We will have a world to retake.”

The man gave a nodding of the head before leaving the facility. TalOS made sure to save the profile of that man for he seemed like the kind of person who would make for a good planetary governor. After all, they were still in need of a representative.

A few days later it was announced that the East would take all of the suggestions that TalOS had given them. They had agreed to be subjected to the whims of the Mechanicus when it came to reproduction to help their populations rebound.

Surely this will make Olympia somewhat integrated with the Mechanicus, allowing them to reap some of the heavy iron deposits that flowed within the planet. Such was the benefit TalOS could have, but really he simply wanted to make sure his brother would never need to deal with them again.

>Leave the local Astartes in the East’s hands, head back to the Campaign
>Strike at the heart of the western traitors in an alpha strike
>Release the campaign of reconquest in its entirety.
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>>5638361
Absolutely based.
In a few hundred years I guarantee you the Orders Famulous of the Sisters of Battle are going to take notes from our Genetors!
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>>5638364
>Strike the western traitors in an alpha strike

Yeah, it's not "ruining" a culture guys. It's olympia-proofing the problem.
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>>5638364
>Leave the local Astartes in the East’s hands, head back to the Campaign
Leave a note
If you rebel, every firstborn dies
Don't make me turn this car around
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>>5638364
>Strike at the heart of the western traitors in an alpha strike
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>>5638364
>Strike at the heart of the western traitors in an alpha strike
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>>5638364
>Strike at the heart of the western traitors in an alpha strike
>Enserf the traitorous West to the East. With only one loyal family in place, there will no longer be a need for political alliances as we promised
Fulgrim took over Byzas with one primarch, seven marines and two humans.
It would be a monumental upset if Two Primarchs couldn't take over half the planet

Also we should definitely reward the East for their loyalty. Maybe revoke the Wests noble statues and enserf them to the east. We've done this many times before when creating Knight Agri-worlds from non-compliant populace.
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>>5638364
>Strike at the heart of the western traitors in an alpha strike
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>>5638364
>Strike at the heart of the western traitors in an alpha strike
More like Omega strike, aha
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>>5638364
>Strike at the heart of the western traitors in an alpha strike
>Enserf the traitorous West to the East. With only one loyal family in place, there will no longer be a need for political alliances as we promised
This seems good for keeping the east from joining in the revolt. This way also shows we reward those who stay loyal
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Is it possible to wait a bit for the information of the Iron warriors deeds and achievements of their sons to spread a bit before we start purging? I'm certain a fair amount of people and families will return to the fold peacefully, on top of our other concessions and boons.
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>>5638364
>Leave the local Astartes in the East’s hands, head back to the Campaign
We are like ~2 months from Istvann. Lets get out of this Greek hellhole.
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>>5638364
>many of them accepting their peasant wives as the genuine matriarchs that they shall become
Is the inverse also true where female knights will take male consorts among the peasantry if it were guaranteed to produce superior genetic heirs? Probably in a matrilineal marriage to maintain their nobility.
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>>5638451
Talking abou Istvann, I wonder which loyalist is going to replace Pert.
I hope it's not dorn, the Imperial Fists are one of the bigger legions, have the phanlax and he built the imperial palace, so he should know the ins and outs of the place.
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>>5638501
It's definitely going to be an odd number or rather an extra for either the loyalist or traitor side.
Simply on the fact that prior to the HH, only one Primarch got lost and damned and that was Ferrus Manus while everyone else is alive

Tyberos is still alive and can go either traitor or loyalist. So probably he goes traitor.

if anything the death of Ferrus Manus from the loyalist side justifies us taking Pert from the traitor side in and of itself without anyone else falling in his place from a purely Primarch perspective
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>>5638511
Tyberos is not coming back, he fucked off to the deep ocean. As he was ordered
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>>5638436
They are the those in the East, those in the West are you standard rebel types.
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>>5638549
I've been reading this quest for the last month from start to this point in the archives and really enjoyed it, thanks QM!

Some questions, does TalOS have an organic bits left after Orikan's teaching, and was anything regrown? Or is TalOS's soul stapled and duct-taped to his nanites and a snarky AI?
When will the Emperor reveal that his artificial god of humans is the Throne/Astronomicon upon Holy Terra? Surely TalOS has perceived this already.
Do the Lanterns of Charon still love their dear old dad, despite him not being their spiritual liege?

>>5638364
>Strike at the heart of the western traitors in an alpha strike
>Enforced serfdom of the traitors to loyalists, we will have Imperial compliance.
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>>5638816
One by one
>TalOS resurrected himself after the Orikan Ordeal. I skipped it because I wanted the resurrection protocol to happen here.
>In a way, yes. Dont forget Particep Semper.
>He never wished to reveal it, only that everyone made that revelation.
>All Astartes do love their Primarch no matter where they are.
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>>5638532
Interesting. That has some deep implications for the far future, even if he never returns. Should the Imperium and Mechanicum ever fall one grim day, he and his Astartes will be the last of mankind's legacy

Hmmm,
Loyalists:
+1 TalOS Davis
+1 Perturabo
-1 Ferrus Manus (dead Prior To the Heresy)

Traitors:
-1 Perturabo
+1 Ferrus Manus (dead Prior To the Heresy)

Then we still have one more primarch who needs to fall since TalOS is an extra loyalist.

>>5638820
Any chance the Resurrection Protocol might have converted at least some of our Nanomachines into proper Necrodermis by miracle of the Machine God? Or still be on the cards?

Ferrus is dead so we aren't stealing his style, and even some regular marines ended up with 'dermis arms in 40k
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>>5638820
>All Astartes do love their Primarch no matter where they are.
Even after the psychic severance? Very interesting.

>>5638859
Horus probably promised Vulkan a land of fire,, brimstone and severed spinal cords.
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>>5638884
I could see that. Definitely an annoying but not the worst choice. Especially since he's a techie primarch like we and Pert are.

If Lorgar and/or Angron focus their efforts on us, rather than Ultramar, then having him be a traitor to aid Curze in styming Guilliman, Lion and Sangunieous might work.

Problem is the three of those loyalists only met because of the Ruinstorm and the activation of the Pharos as a necessity. Will QM allow Lorgar to pull off two ruinstorms on both Ultramar and our Federation or does he have something else in mind I wonder.
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>>5638859
If alpharius and omegon both become traitor does that even the sides?
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>>5638965
Alpharius/Omegon are almost always counted as one, and they themselves don't feel "whole" without the other. Truth be told, Dorn was lucky it was just Alpharius cause if both he and Omegon were there the fight might have gone differently.

But neither of them acted in a loyalist manner during the original Heresy so I don't expect them to do so here.

I still feel bad we abandoned them after he was the only one to ask for help, but it is what it is. Maybe in the future someone else might explore an alternative path if TalOS or someone else were to help him.
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>>5639006
TalOS is a bad ally, he never helps when called.
But is also too useful and rich to just ignore
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>>5639006
>>5639024
I'm still annoyed that we didn't help Alpharius.

Did we ever met Omegon? Did one pretend to be the other when we caught them?
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>>5639065
We never met Omegon iirc. Alpharius would have during the Rangdan, and Horus definitely would have when the 20th were revealed.
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>>5638364
>Strike at the heart of the western traitors in an alpha strike
Naturally
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>>5639065
I hope QM gives us a spoiler as to what Alpharius' plotline was.
>>5639074
Omegon could have been the guy in the palace, the guy we asked about 'necrons and c'tan'.... in my headcannon.
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Alpha Strike!
>>5638369
>>5638371
>>5638372
>>5638375
>>5638401
>>5638403
>>5638415
>>5639240
>>5638816

Leave
>>5638370
>>5638451

Alpha Strike
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>>5639276
Delta squad!
I just wanted to say something silly. Anyone knows what's that game about a group of soldiers/officers that have to deal with the paranormal ala call of cthulu but it makes more sense?
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>>5639283
If you are asking TTRPGs, probably Hunter the Reckoning or Mage the Ascension Technocracy Campaign.
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>>5639283
Delta Green?
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There are many ways to invade a planet of humans. That is to say, the invasion’s goal is not the eradication of the people but instead the conquest of them. Such an objective of course it not one which can be achieved with ease, unless one really takes into consideration what they are getting into.

When facing a central authority, such as an enemy government, it is a given that you put all of your resources into the elimination of the central location. When the head is chopped off the organization than it becomes fragmented and more willing to come about negotiations as a body of people. After all, whoever became the next head of the organization would be exposed unless war was to end. In addition to this, such an organization naturally is inclined towards law and order instead of anarchy.

If someone targeted the Emperor of the Imperium, for instance, and succeeded in killing him. The Imperium will either fall apart or become a shade of its former self as few are willing to take the position of someone so great and powerful.

Which was the reason that a coalition like the one the east had become was so dangerous.

They are a decentralized authority with their own interests and desires among each of them. Like a pit of snakes if you kill only one snake another is there to take its place. In addition to that however they cannot really bring upon you a coup de grace as their decentralized manner makes it nearly impossible for them to mount adequate offensives against a more centralized power.

Such is the reason Olympia had been in a Cold War even after the announcement of Perturabo’s arrival. The East cannot fight without accidently overextending itself.

So how can one destroy an organization like this one? Where the heads of state are equal to one another and that there are hundreds of them?

That would be, of course, to strike at them while they were sleeping. Before they could run away into their caves that could be used as a defensive chokepoint to force a more even war footing. After all, while Astartes are indeed many times more powerful than a mortal man if enough lasguns are being shot in their direction their death is a matter of time.

So they all needed to be taken out in the same moment. Just as the fabled hero Heraclas sliced all the heads of the Hydra in a single stroke that needed to be done against the East.
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>>5639291
YES
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The first sign that something was off to the people of Olympia was that an extremely large amount of their protection had suddenly gone down. On the planet Void Shields were a pricey prospect and one that many only saw value in because they knew for a fact they were going to rebel at some point in their lives. Many more however had terrestrial defenses that were simply turret guns that could possibly reach out into the stars if the conditions were just right.

At a single moment all of these defenses were found to shut down. While before the Olympians had unknowingly been blind to the stars thanks to previous forms of subterfuge this one was obvious. It had to be however, for few would find it hard to not notice the shutdown of their voidshields.

The next moment the sky began to rain steel. Each attack was a single shell that was purposefully calculated and loaded by the skillful hands of Iron Warriors and Skitarii. Within them was a mix of boarding torpedoes and high explosive rounds, the later of which tore into the builds that were assigned to them with ease.

After five minutes of bombardment the raining stopped but to the thankfulness of those at the ground. What many who observed the bombardment did not realize that roughly eighty percent of the Eastern leadership had been struck with bombardment. Each of them were a high value target that were not paranoid enough to take cover within their defenses, not knowing that the enemy contained two of the greatest techno-intellegences in the galaxy.

There were others who were more wise than that, taking cover in deep bunkers that were deep within the numerous mountains of Olympia. However the former torpedoes and drop pods had landed at these very locations with detailed maps of the geography taken from the mind of the one who conquered these very lands before.

With skill and acumen the assaults carried out by the Proelitor were clean and decisive. Using the Termite STC the Proelitors were able to dig into these deep burrowed places and strike at the heart of these hold outs. Some of the veterans in attacks decided this battle was a good time to entertain some of the oldest tactics, which had resulted in several mountain holds becoming volcanos for a few minutes as the gaseous flames tore through the populations.

It was determined that a select few, weak willed persons were to remain alive. Such choices were obvious in that there still needed to be a treaty signed between the East and the West. Any insurgency remaining would need to be dealt by the Iron Warrior contingent of the system. Such a fate would not be looked upon fondly.
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TalOS looked over the reports, so many reports, of the Eastern armies simply surrendering to the West as they approached to claim each of the cities. Entire leaderships were dead and those remaining knew the ire of the Iron Warriors were upon them all. They will not try anything, for to do so would be their damnation.

+And so, Olympia is conqured.+ TalOS said as he sent a notated report to his brother, +You were correct on all of them.+

+Of course I was.+ Perturabo said as he looked longingly at the holotable before him, +There could be no errors between us and it was our elites carrying out the mission. Nothing could have gone wrong.+

+In a sense you are correct, but there is chaos within the Universe.+ TalOS said as he gave a small smile, +I am surprised it did not cause any problems for us. For what matters now though is that we are to return to our original fleet and start our return to the Imperium proper.+

TalOS received a nod from his brother as those words were spoken. Perturabo finally left the Holo Vid system. Where his hands had been, a pair of indentations were shown.

Perturabo did not leave TalOS for his own quarters though. Instead he stood before his brother with the same stubborn look he always wore, +Now will you tell me what happened. How did you come back from the dead?+

+How much of it are you willing to learn?+ TalOS questioned with a small smirk, +I know you do not like Priests, so asking me to give you such information might lead to religious teachings.+

+I can tell what's fake and real.+ Perturabo said as he waved his hand at his brother, +What I can tell is real though is that you came back from death with something other than warpcraft. I want to know, for I do not know.+

>Give him everything
>Leave out any Warp-Related details
>Not yet, it will be very soon though.
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>>5639318
>Give him everything
WARP DAMN IT WARP IT'S ALL ABOUT WARP DAMN IT THE WARP THE CHAOS THE RUINOUS POWERS!!! BEL'AKOR!!!!!!!
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>>5639318
>Give him everything
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details

not sure what warp has to do with Necron techno-sorcery but just to be sure
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details
Don't want TalOS to break all of his oaths
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>>5639318

>Leave out any Warp-Related details.
He deserved it.
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>>5639318
2 would not break our oath right?
Or well, would it just *bend* it a little?
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>>5639330
Nope, its just a Mechanicus Secret really
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details
Knowledge is power.

Who says Erebus is the only one capable of conversions?
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>>5639318
>>Give him everything
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>>5639318
> Give him everything.
>>5639331
As long as its only Mechanicus secrets, not Emperors oaths.
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>>5639337
come on, don't be a B, spill the beans already
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>>5639415
I'd vote 3 if QM confirmed it wasn't oathbreaking.
Dorn would be disappointed if we lapsed now.
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>>5639318
>>Leave out any Warp-Related details

I am imaging the Emperor getting ready for the civil war, but TalOS breaks his oath 2 months before the beginning, causing some kind of intense psychic feedback for Emps.

From what I infer, the Emperor made some kind of Faustian pact with the Four where half will fight half. If we upset that, who knows what might happen, otherwise Emps would have spilled the beans to everyone a long time ago.
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details
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>>5639318
>Give him everything
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details

The rest will require authorization from dad.
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details
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>>5639318
>Give him everything
Leave out the details option is the most knife ear like option possible, and I don't wanna be a blody elf.

Guys, Horus is getting blasted on warpdust this very second. It's better he learn of the warp from us than the heresy making it obvious.

Kindly see some sense and just give him the information he deserves
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>>5639586

If Perturabo can do half the things Tal0S can do, I'd say I feel sorry for whoever's on the other side of the front lines.
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>>5639318
>Give him everything
Would this even break our oath on the Chaos Gods? Talking about the mechanics of the Motive Force in comparison to the Warp wouldn't actually breach that oath right?
I fear Perturabo trying to investigate that gap in knowledge and immediately staring upon the Gods.
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>Give him everything
We should've already revealed the truth about Chaos at this point, so fuck it.
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details
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>>5639318
>Give him everything
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>>5639318
>>Give him everything
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details

First Perturabo, consider NANOMACHINES AND YOU. Have you heard of our saviour, the nanomnissiah?
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>>5639318
>>Give him everything
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>>5640089
Seems like a tie for now
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>>5640090
In think the second one might be ahead by one vote.
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>>5639318
>Give him everything
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>>5640089
You fellows got half an hour to fix this.
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>>5640089
Don't think I voted yet.

>>5639318
>All the knowledge

It's "just" a secret of the priesthood, not oath breaking.
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>>5640089
>Give him everything
I feel like if we don't hes going to do something dumb like eat blackstone and say blackstone within, blackstone without
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details
An oath must never be broken
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Everything (13)
>>5639320
>>5639321
>>5639366
>>5639545
>>5639586
>>5639596
>>5639703
>>5639711
>>5639740
>>5640102
>>5639614
>>5640113
>>5640111

Leave out warp details (14)
>>5639324
>>5639325
>>5639326
>>5639411
>>5639337
>>5639479
>>5639480
>>5639572
>>5639581
>>5639661
>>5639683
>>5639722
>>5639723
>>5640117

A few of these were adjusted because they specifically did not want to oath break. After that this is where the cards lie.
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>All the knowledge
>>5639320
>>5639321
>>5639366
>>5639411
>>5639545
>>5639586
>>5639596
>>5639614
>>5639703
>>5639711
>>5639740
>>5640102
>>5640111 (I think you meant "give him everything")
>>5640113

>Only some of the knowledge :(
>>5639324
>>5639325
>>5639326
>>5639337
>>5639479
>>5639480
>>5639572
>>5639581
>>5639661
>>5639683
>>5639722
>>5639723
>>5640117

Half an hour has passed i suppose
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>>5640120
My vote is in the wrong tally
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>>5640141
>>5639331 (You)
As long as its only Mechanicus secrets, not Emperors oaths.
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>>5639318
>Leave out any Warp-Related details
Not sure if I voted yet. Dont think we should break our oath.
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>>5640120
>>5640124
Very close vote
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>>5640144
Wisdom
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>>5639318
>Give him everything.
We must. No pussy
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TalOS had to weigh whether or not to give the information to his brother. It was knowledge that should be kept deeply inside the Mechanicum but Perturabo was also a Primarch. A brother of TalOS. Few would disagree that family had a special place when it came to things like secrets.

In the end TalOS took that sentiment and moved forward with it. The knowledge that was being held back was something of a liability. To keep something as personal as TalOS’s techniques and ‘sorcery’ secret would be baneful to his very health.

Such was during their trips through the realm of the damned that TalOS told his brother the information.

From the times he was gaining visions to the times that he was an adept to a powerful cryptek, such information that not even the Emperor knew was divulged. However some forms of knowledge such as the Chaos Gods and the Machine God’s most true objective was kept under wraps. After all, those items could draw the knowledge of Chaos.

+I cannot believe you.+ Perturabo said at the end of his discussion, +I do not find it reasonable that this creature, this C’Tan, would be a God like you say. If it is even a real creature than it has laid its grip upon you.+

+If that is true than why do I still benefit from it?+ TalOS questioned back his brother as he sipped some B33R from the storage.

+If such a being existed then the Emperor surely would know more than you do. Not to mention the existence of these Necrons should have started coming up numerous times during our wars across the Galaxy.+ Perturabo rivaled with what were sound arguments, +If what you say is true, brother, than we are just about as ignorant of reality as we are of the Warp.+

+So you cannot accept such an existence?+ TalOS asked his brother.

+An overarching deity that watches over you.+ If Perturabo had not been as mirserable these days than he might have laughed at the concept, +There is some truth in your words, but not that. It is far more reasonable that your brain, just like mine, realized the truth that the Mechanicus unknowingly hid. Your brain is simply using this ‘divinity’ to understand it.+

+For now, if thats what you think.+ TalOS said as he pondered to himself for a moment, +Soon, soon that thought will change.+

+We’ll see.+ Perturabo said with some finality.
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TalOS never liked Warp Travel. Never in his life had he accepted the Warp for it was a damning place where the souls of the unfortunate go to experience just a short existence in the hands of damned gods. If Lorgar had any sense in himself he should have devoted most of his work towards the maintenance of a heaven for the souls of the damned to live in. Or maybe that should have been Magnus’s role, to create a realm where humanity could truly live in peace at the end of their unenlightened existence.

These thoughts would not be the same of anyone else within the Imperium of Mankind. Maybe only the Emperor had thought of this, but in truth the Emperor was already at working in his manner to rectify the problem. TalOS did not agree with such plans but the Machine God made it evident that it saw promise within the idea of the Emperor.

+Gellar Field integrity failing! Chance of failure raised to fifteen point three percent!+ A Tech Priest shouted as he fed the information to TalOS. Such a declaration came as fast to TalOS as the data parcel showing just how dire their situation was.

+Where did this Warpstorm come from!?+ Perturabo shouted in anger as he seemed helpless while standing at the bridge. He might have wanted shouting orders but the man simply stood his ground gripping a nearby railing tight as he realized he was at the mercy of the ship.

TalOS felt the same thing as well. He was ultimately useless as a captain in this situation as it was the Navigator who should have been their help. Said person however could not be of help as TalOS detected that they were suffering from a cerebral hemorrhage.

TalOS made a curse in the name of the Machine God as he got that piece of information, +Perturabo, secure the Navigator! We will be making an emergency emergence!+

+Damn it!+ The Primarch said as he rushed towards the chambers. As he was a Primarch, such speeds were fast, but TalOS hoped he would be fast enough.

With those words said TalOS began the organizing of their escape to reality. With a series of calculations and pins placed into the system TalOS finally had realized the truth that was the escape equation.

The Warp Drive roared the moment Perturabo confirmed the securement of their Navigator. They quickly pierced back into real space.
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As with all things TalOS quickly began scanning the local system the moment he entered the planet. His sensory units quickly giving him immense pieces of information that was beyond anything that TalOS could identify with his own eyes. Of course this was less than what his astral state could learn, but it was information quickly acquired that could be used in the current day.

The system had five planets within it, with one planet being within an range that should have supplied life. Scans of the planet quickly informed TalOS that the planet did not sustain any life, being what could be called scorched clean from some war long ago.

Such thoughts only made TalOS wonder why he was feeling that this planet was odd.

Further scans of the region showed that it was not part of any standard Imperial map or region. With TalOS here it quickly gained its designation as Helker 2 after one of the few Astartes who had lost their lives in the previous campaign against the insurgents of Olympia.

Psyscanners told TalOS that the local warp was currently in flux. Whatever the Chaos Gods had released upon the galaxy was making its rounds much to the shagrim of TalOS. However they did not have complete control of the Universe and they will soon be able to travel away from this system. It just required the recovery of the Navigator.

If it came to it, such as in the Navigator’s death, than TalOS could look into more extreme measures to sustain their navigation system.

But as TalOS thought this he kept looking down upon the planet. How he could feel that something was there he did not know. Against the logic of the sensory augars which should have been in perfect operation TalOS should have seen something.

So TalOS waved his hand for a moment and looked to see if the Motive Force moved differently here. The fact was that it did, in such a manner that reminded TalOS of Blackstone.

>Go down for an investigation
>Wait for the Navigator to recover
>Turn the Navigator into a ‘navigation system’.
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>>5640192
>Go down for an investigation
Maybe theres a soul to drink
Either way i would prefer to keep the navigator alive
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>>5640192
>Go down for an investigation
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>Turn the Navigator into a ‘navigation system’.
ALL MY YES!
The enemy will never see it coming!

Our Allies certainly won't.

Also, that reveal was kind of sparse. Did we not reveal the deal between the C'tan and the Emperor?
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>>5640192
>Go down for an investigation
Go down for an investigation
>Go down for an investigation
Go down for an investigation
>Go down for an investigation
Go down for an investigation
NECRON WORLD NECRON WORLD NECROL WORND LET'S GOGOGOO
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>>5640211
You're absolutely right.
If we can wake a Necron Tombworld and direct it against the rebels with it then the enemy's plans will completely come apart.


>Go down for an investigation
supporting this
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>>5640192
>Go down for an investigation
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>>5640192
>Go down for an investigation
Still hoping we can get that Necrodermis upgrade.
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>>5640192
>Go down for an investigation
What does Calibre have to say about this?
Option C: Perturabo made a Navigator Helmet for non-psykers in OTL, it would be awesome to see what Pert + Tal = ?
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>>5640192
>Go down for an investigation
As much as I want us to re-make our Navigator, this takes precedence
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>>5640192

>Go down for an investigation
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>>5640192
>Go down for an investigation
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>>5640281
Pretty sure we pre-empted that quite some time ago for the lanterns, but maybe we invent something different.
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>>5640192
>Go down for an investigation
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>>5640192
>Go down for an investigation
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TalOS felt out the universe around him. His hands seek some form of flow. That flow he looked for was like a vise grip, a holding upon the material and ethereal reality that all Blackstone had. Such strands were rare and hard to come by within the galaxy at large. It is nearly as rare as the hardened metal that is used by the Custodian Guard and the Emperor of Mankind.

But as they hovered above the blasted landscape of the planet TalOS simply had to point his finger in a single direction, +Take us to 253’ 486’.+

Without a word the Servitor who was operating their aircraft obeyed the commands of TalOS.

+What are we looking for?+ Perturabo asked as he looked at his brother with a hint of vain annoyance.

+There is a structure that is hidden among the rocks of this place. I can feel its existence is out of place within this world as this is what grabbed my attention.+ TalOS said as he flicked a hand, +As it is a large source of Blackstone its value far outstrips most planets under the care of the Imperium. It is likely the existence of this massive deposit that the location has been obscured from our scanning arrays until I felt it.+

+And it can also have these… Necrons.+ Perturabo said as if the word was poison within his mouth.

+Necrons were not the only ones to employ Blackstone but they were the most proficient. I am operating under the assumption that it can be any force that we contact, and that they will be hostile.+

+We don’t have enough men.+ Perturabo said simply.

+We might not, but that is also not known. If we do not take this opportunity to find what is hidden amongst the stones we will never have the chance to do so again.+ TalOS claimed with a sense of understand that his brother might never fully understand, +In addition to what I said, if it is Necrons then resistance will be minimal. They are all still asleep and only a few guardians will be awake in time for the defense of their home.+

His brother gave a small cough as he heard such words, +We will see. The moment there is a greater threat we evacuate.+

+If we are able.+ TalOS said as they arrived at the location.
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On the surface was nothing assuming, just a single mountain over a series of mountains which carried themselves across the range to form the spine of the planet. It was a long inactive fault line which should have stopped moving roughly seventy million years ago.

Under the guidance of TalOS they slowly closed in on what was the closest place where the blackstone could be detected. What they ended up with was flying down an alley to what looked to be an old ruin to a long dead city.

It was here that they departed the vehicles and advanced on foot through a series of overpasses. Clearly the area they were approaching was selected for the danger it would pose upon the invaders, funneling them into a single location to be killed by whatever weapons the defenders had. They were not shot upon however.

Whoever they were approaching must still be sleeping.

Finally they came upon the site they had been searching for. Easily identified by the black as night metal that was arranged in a funerary pattern and obelisks that were arranged in a manner of triumph. They all culminated into a single pair of blackstone doors which stood tall above even Titans.

Wordlessly TalOS raised his hands and began moving them. Each and every movement quickly being caught and registered by the chambers which shut him out. Such receptive feedback only proved to TalOS that they were in the right place for it was the Blackstone which layered the large device which allowed him such an integral interaction with the machine.

With the final movements made and velocity from the planet’s rotation being fed into the doors, they began to open at the whim of TalOS.

Those that were present to witness this were fifty Astartes and fifty Proelitor, followed by a few hundred Skitarii making up the rear guard. They were followed by the Dunecrawler of Land’s creation and Sicarin Chassis tank as created by its namesake creator.

It was a powerful enough force to crumble most human cities and many planets within the Galaxy.
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The group wordlessly advanced down what were massive halls of black metal and what might have been a metal looking stone. They were all welcomed with what was massive statues that could have been depicting the late rulers of whatever race had ruled this realm. But the one thing that made TalOS realized that things were off was when the statues all depicted machine-men.

+Definitely Necron.+ Calibre said as he decided at that moment to pipe in, +Never in my existence had humanity witnessed something just like this. To think that it was so hidden from our view yet so easily accessed.+

+It was only easy for I knew their secrets. Those walls would have survived anything short of a planet cracking bombardment.+ TalOS answered the AI as they continued their way forward.

TalOS looked around at that moment, as did Perturabo. While the other Primarch probably felt something off with the air TalOS knew exactly what was happening. As a piece of his system Calibre knew as well, +Someone is spying, probably some robot of their making.+

+So why have they not struck us yet?+ TalOS wondered internally as they walked forward more and more.

+The hall might be too wide, or maybe they are waiting for us to enter the numerous passages that were about the are. We are in their domain after all, they are rulers of what happens in here until I figure out how it works.+ Calibre told TalOS with what might have been a sense of superiority.

+You want to try your hand at Xenos technology?+ TalOS wondered if this thought came through as more disbelieving or curious.

+Of course. Been a while since I’ve fought something of my calibre.+ The AI joked as he continued, +I however did not detect another AI within this area. At least, not one which was built like me.+

>Allow the AI to do his own hacking
>Maybe TalOS can try his hand at it
>Simply move forward with readiness, scrying the path forward
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>Allow the AI to do his own hacking

Wanna see the AI at work.
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>>5640887
>Allow the AI to do his own hacking
Let him hack
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>>5640887
>Allow the AI to do his own hacking
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>>5640885
Oh hey neat, the Dunecrawlers and Sicarians are here. Awesome
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>>5640887
https://youtu.be/0tDpoLXD3Js
mandatory soundtrack for the rest of the thread
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>>5640887
>Allow the AI to do his own hacking
I like it when T4L0S hacks stuff because it's very... spiritual. But Calibre doing it??? No amount of chronomancy can slow it down!!
Bonus points if Calibre ends up tied to this planet's mainframe. Now that's development
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>>5640915
Truly TalOS has now achieved all that can be asked of a Techpriest and more.
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>>5640885
Astartes, Proelitor, Skitarii. Are the Acillians the Skitarii here or are they classed as Proelitor?
>>5640887
Simply move forward with readiness, scrying the path forward
Lets be respectful to our Orikan-samas possible relatives.
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>>5640887
Oops
>Simply move forward with readiness, scrying the path forward
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>>5640887
>Simply move forward with readiness, scrying the path forward
Maybe a hacking attempt will result in the tomb awakening as hostile
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>>5641212
Yes
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>>5640887
>Simply move forward with readiness, scrying the path forward
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>>5640887
>Allow the AI to do his own hacking
Let him cook
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>>5640887
>Simply move forward with readiness, scrying the path forward
No offense to calibre but I'm sure necron AI is better than manmade one considering there are cases of them leading entire 'dynasties'.
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In general I'd like to believe this true, they've had 65 million years to master AI and as advanced as their other stuff is to human equivalents, their AI would be to mankinds.

But. . .evidently Calibre must be special because even Orikan called them a "powerful autonomous presence" or such.

Although, I suppose Orikan's specialty was chronomancy rather than technomancy or datamancy but still.
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>>5640887
>Allow the AI to do his own hacking
Like SoN said, Orikan though Calibre was quite powerful so Im willing to let him cook.
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>>5640887
>Allow the AI to do his own hacking
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+You will have clearence to do so.+ TalOS said as he gave the AI a method of escape into the greater networks.

+Time to have some fun.+ The AI announced as he disappeared from TalOS’s internal systems. As he left though there was still the smallest tether between him and TalOS, thus the Primarch knew where the AI was going in this greater network.

After a few more minutes of walking TalOS started getting readings from the rear guard of Skitarii who were stationed to secure their method of escape. Information being delivered was that the doors they had used to enter the facility had closed themselves. The Skitarii had attempted to stop this, one group even throwing one of the Leman Russ tanks into the breach but this vehicle was destroyed through the weight of the doors.

+Damn it.+ Perturabo said as he too got the information that TalOS was privy to, +Form up and prepare for combat! They will be attempting their attack on us!+

Just as the Astartes and Proelitor took their guard across the area a large ball of light flared before them. So powerful was the light that the red and gray robes that TalOS wore were temporarily stained by the immense radiance of what was before them.

The ball began to move itself into a single, more understandable form of a skull. But that skull was not of a human’s but of a Necrontyr. Another moment helped them realize that in truth it was not a living skull but that metallic skull which they had all seen so many times walking these chambers.

There was a lul there as the persona that was above them looked upon them in a contemplative look. He studied them and likely wondered just what was the purpose of their existence within his land. There was no issue on the end of invaders, for the Proelitor and Skitarii had gotten into their standard positions to welcome any kind of war this person was wishing to inflict upon those borne of the Imperium.

“To think that Vermin had gotten so far into the tomb of my Dynasty without my knowing it had occurred. How you had fooled the systems into thinking that you were emissaries of a Cryptek I do not know, but Vermin like you should not be able to walk so brazenly into my chambers.” The voice had a nice baritone as the Necron allowed the gravitas of his existence to sink into the invaders, “But now is when I must keep you from further defiling our tombs, as is my duty as the Overlord by the will of the Dead Gods. Be kind not to bleed.”
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At the end of the Necron’s speech the entire hall that they were within came to life as sudden discharges of green light rocketed around them. TalOS had felt them attempting to appear within the range of himself, but the Primarch had unraveled whatever attempts they had in spawning among their armed forces for an alpha strike.

+Dead Gods, there are no Gods.+ Perturabo laughed as he allowed his connection to filter into a purely audio format for his Astartes, +Take positions and mow them down.+

Constantly they were attempting to strike at the heart of their formation through this teleportation. Every time they did TalOS focused to disrevel the temporal extension they were having to attack from. It was annoying and time consuming, which gave TalOS only a moment to speak, +Form Defenses 976, notation to double tap when able.+

Said command rocketed through the Skitarii and Proelitor, the Centurii taking it upon themselves to interpret the commands of their sovereign. In an orderly method the Skitarii took up firing lines and began firing rounds of galvanic ammunition into the now visible enemy. The Astartes of the Proelitor posed with bladed weapons ready to receive the attack just as the Acillians began releasing their energy weapons. Said gunnery fire was supported by the tanks among the forces in addition to the Iron Warriors who had joined them.

Everyone had started firing into the darkness before the enemy was really visible. Their guns highlighting the encroaching tide of gray metal that was coming at them from either side of the hallway. Said forms were heavily augmented with what TalOS identified as the Scarabs that Orikan had used when he first met the Chronomancer, but their number was several times that of before.

The firing first destroyed the scarabs that were clearly being used as cannon faulter for the metal warriors that were marching behind them. However with the sheer volume of fire power now being delivered into the horde this bulwark did not last long.

This did not mean the marching mass of gray were powerless. When each of them closed, the ones in the back raised their guns and released a burst of green beam. These attacks would slam into the armor of the Astartes and Acillians, a few of them falling from the simple application of fire power.

The Warriors did not stop moving as they were gunned down. Being commanded by a higher power they advanced towards the line of transhumans. It was when the Necrons finally reached the range they wanted, their weapons snapped into position and released several torrents of green balefire into the lines of transhumans.

In an instant a fifth of the Astartes were cut down.
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With a roar Perturabo released the guns that were upon his wrists. These attacks were quickly cutting down the growing force of Warriors but the overall amount of them did not reflect in the ferocity of his attacks. Though now that TalOS got a good look at the coming horde of machines, he began to notice that a few of them were starting to come back to life.

AS he began to wonder if they would ever make it to the end of their enemy he felt a new change in the flow nearby. It was unlike all of the others, this one tapping into the latent dimensions which were but pockets within the current reality. TalOS only knew the basics of its existence, but he knew for a fact these dimensions were used to circumvent defenses or could be used to put someone in an opportune spot.

+Perty, 279 degrees 60.7 meters away from you! Dodge and shoot that location now!+ TalOS reported to his brother to which the Primarch did exactly as he was told. At the same time a thin stream of energy flowed through the air between his brother and that location, after which Perturabo paid the location back with his own blast of concussive munitions.

Sniper forms, dangerous as well. That attack might have had just enough fire power to overwhelm his brother’s shields and kill him. But in failing its attack they had allowed Perturabo to realize what was happening and to act upon it with a cry of fury.

Before he acted though a communication came in, +Which direction? Do we sever the head of the ignorant fool who tried to kill us or leave?!+

>We go deeper towards the Overlord
>Fight towards the door.
>Hold position, something will soon happen!
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord
go deep or go home.
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>>5641664
>>We go deeper towards the Overlord
We screwed up already. Let's make it count. Also if we bide our time or we retreat, chances are Calibre will be overwhelmed. As long as we are a decent distraction, Calibre will have room to fight the Autonomous Spirit.
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord
We are the cryptek now
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord

>>5641740

Time to to meet de Captain.
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>>5641664
>Hold position, something will soon happen!
Let the AI do its thing, lets not get caught up in a humanlike Fight or Flight response
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord
Let's loot this place for everything of worth after we murder him
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord
Might as well have a face to face. I hope he won't be as arrogant as the rest of his race
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord

Are things staying dead, or are scarabs recovering everything knocked down? I'm worried about leaving the fallen sons behind.
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord

if we don't have an organ with us we aren't doing it right
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>>5641664
>Towards the overlord
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>>5641664
>We go deeper towards the Overlord
Wonder which Dynasty this is.
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+We go deeper, by ending their Overlord we will be victorious.+ TalOS told his brother simply and straight forward.

With a target of his anger Perturabo ran forward and slammed his fists into one of the two fronts that were made. The Necrons had attempted to overwatch the Primarch but found that any attacks they were firing against him were failing against the blessed shield generator that the Primarch was equipped with.

As their Primarch had attacked first the others quickly began following him. Iron Warriors releasing war cries as they rushed the enemy with warhammers and flamers that tore a a break point into the lines of necron warriors. As the Iron Warriors advanced they were quickly followed by the Radium equipped Skitarii Vanguard who released numerous torrents of radioactive gunfire into the metal men. TalOS watched with somewhat reasonable satisfaction as the fluids within the Necrons which had been meant to keep them cool were boiled and exploding through the cabling that were within them.

With Astartes firing at the front the rest quickly followed. Dune Crawlers walked in the direction of the advance while also firing, giving covering fire for the Proelitor who found themselves becoming the rear guard. A Dreadnaught of the Steel Wardens quickly made himself known at that front, his bulk easily shielding his brothers just as a Tank would to a bunch of infantry.

TalOS knew however they were still within the Necron Stronghold, and for that they were at the mercy of the Overlord. As Perturabo’s Legion charged forward the Overlord ordered a few of what TalOS knew to be Immortals to the stage. These creatures, who TalOS understood to be great fighters, was headed by what might have been one of the highest Necron lifeforms standing at the front. TalOS could feel a spark of information from the Machine God telling him that it was a Royal Warden, essentially a defensive general of the Necrons.

With a chope of the robot’s hand the Tesla Cannons that were within the ranks of Immortals fired upon the Iron Warriors. It must have been their realization that Perturabo could not be harmed that led them to firing upon his unshielded men, and for that they reaped a heavy toll of fifteen Iron Warriors while Perturabo and his men marched forward. A few of these shots even struck the Necron Warriors that Perturabo’s Legion was fighting, for they did not care to what state their peasant mobs would experience.

Such an attack by the Immortals was answered by a Sicarian Tank, whose Neutron Laser sliced through three of the attackers. Such was the damage that there was nothing left to recover by the ferocity of TalOS’s creation.
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War was a bloody game and TalOS could not be certain if they were winning or losing. So focused was TalOS upon trying to prevent complete devastation to befall their advance. After all, if the Overlord was able to summon something like the Destroyer Cult upon them then the bloody tithe would be exacted.

That was something which was striking TalOS as odd now. Every step closer to the Throne Room of the Overlord he was gaining more and more information about the Necrons. Before he did not know what he was fighting or their names, only that they were the end result of biotransference, but now he was learning so much more information that it was allowing him to make call after call.

A good example was the large constructs that were now appearing over the Necron Warriors. They were Canoptek Reanimators. The term Canoptek meaning that they were a purely machine without any residual thoughts from being a Necrontyre. Most were simply pet-like, while at least one within the tomb carried the same thought patterns of a man. These constructs were able to easily bring back a Legion of Warriors if left alive, so they became the designated targets for Arc Rifles.

Another of these dangerous forms was the sudden appearance of what were Flayed Ones. A mix between the Deathmarks and the Destroyer Cult they were Necrons who had their minds taken over by the Devourer. Foolish Necrons had thought it was simply a curse but really it was a C’Tan physically infesting their minds for you could never permanently kill a C’Tan. These creatures had the ability to teleport between dimensions and were melee specialists, with their manner of teleportation being harder for TalOS to counter. Thus TalOS had his Steel Wardens spread among the Ranger that counter the sudden onset of these treacherous Necron massacres from infesting the lines of Skitarii.

Quickly they were taking on floor after floor of war. Several fields of battle were found and waged against by the sheer size of the tomb. However all within the armed forces were in some matter Transhuman and did not tire with two Primarchs giving them support. But the difference then was that the enemy could come back to life, while TalOS was currently tied up in preventing the perfect pincer.

However with every piece of information TalOS learned it was shared with Perturabo. His brother, whose rage was exquisite, still allowed him to realize high priority targets like the Royal Warden and personally the Primarch had them killed.

So they marched forward with the rate of casualties being reduced but each death being felt so much more.
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It was hours of combat and battle, so long did the battle occur that many of the Rangers had run out of their Master Crafted Galvanic munitions. Same with the Astartes as they found their Bolters and Flamers coming dry. However the Proelitor’s love for energy munitions proved well along with the numerous vehicles loaded with munitions just for their cause continued to roll or walk with the assault.

Perturabo was down to forty Iron Warriors out of a hundred he came down with. Now many of the Astartes belonging to the Proelitor had thrown themselves at the frontlines to take the place of their fallen cousins. Such need for them in the rear after all was minimal thanks to the speed they were all now running at.

Never would one have thought that the attacks would have calmed, but it seemed that the Necrons were not limitless. Such should be expected as the tomb they were attacking was never fully awakened. Indeed many of the Necrons they were fighting now were damaged or still recovering from the previous fights they were experienced with. The crypt’s resurrection systems are now overwhelmed by the sheer amount of murder that was happening to them.

As for the Skitarii, many had died simply by the exhaustion of their bodies. The most mortal out of all the forces present they found themselves at their weakest point. Quite a few however found room within the transports that were present, many using the Land’s Raiders meant for Iron Warriors as impromptu containers for their own forces. As many of them could not fight anymore, one transport quickly became filled with a hundred Skitarii stacking themselves on top of one another.

It was then that TalOS noticed the attempts to teleport the Necrons cease. The Necrons at the front quickly found themselves no longer dissipating to their recovery chambers. Such a fact would have been catastrophic if the forces present were not simply taking shots at the advance from the top. Such attacks killed a few Skitarii, but the hardened arrow of Iron Warriors pierced the final doorway to the largest chamber that could have been seen.

There, sitting upon a throne with Lychguard at his side, was the Overlord Kenothar. Within one hand was a Void Scythe, a weapon designed by the Machine God himself inspired by the Nightbringer’s own weapon, and the other was a Resurrection Orb which would help bring back to life those that had fallen.

He stood at the rear of an army, the remaining forces of Necrons he could gather before the teleportation system were stolen from him by Calibre’s attacks.

TalOS could taste the sheer anger the Necron felt. It tasted rather sweet coming from the Xenos.
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There was a stillness in the air as the lines were quickly drawn by TalOS and Perturabo against the forces of Overlord Kenothar. Whatever kind of honor or arrogance the Overlord had was on full display as he did not decide to strike them when they were preparing for the next fight.

TalOS could hear the harsh breathing of all who were among them. Let them be Astartes, Acillian, or Skitarii everyone had been bled by the previous fights. Now facing the worst of the enemy could draw up they were not looking the most headstrong.

However that would be ignoring one thing, that they were all to some extent augmented for war. As TalOS raised himself above his Skitarii and Perturabo above his Astartes they were but two godly figures that could lead them into battle. For TalOS specifically, now that he was free to do what he wanted he could finally bring his full ability to bare.

“You Vermin.” However far back the Overlord it sounded like he was right next to each of them as he spoke, “Preparing your battlelines is but a mercy I grant upon you before the final stroke of death is placed upon you. You are under the assumption that every piece of ground you have walked upon was ground you had taken against me. That by standing within my Throneroom that I have in some way lost against you.”

The Overlord cackled as he finished those words. TalOS could not help but feel dread as Kenothar said his damning words. Such a feeling confused TalOS, for how could he feel in some manner the future when he did not have the foresight of the warp?

“Everything and anything that has happened within this Tomb has been my will. Within the Tomb of Hentek I, Overlord Kanothar, have the ability to demand even the service of Gods! I give you this moment, this single cubit of time, to realize the futile war you have waged and surrender yourselves to obliteration.”

As TalOS felt himself paralyzed by dread Perturabo spoke in his place, “I… I have slain entire cultures who were protected by their Gods. I will slay you just as I have slain them!”

In response the Overlord bellowed a laugh, “Such Ignorance! Here I thought you might have some understanding of the Galaxy you live within but your ignorance is equal to a particle that has been shot across the galaxy. Indeed it might have traveled everywhere, but it knows nothing of where it stands! Such pieces of space dust do not understand that it is dwelling within the realm of the Infinite Empire!”

The Overlord snapped his fingers as a gesture of showmanship as TalOS felt every piece of his body begin to shift and cry. Such a feeling he had so many times before but to feel it striking against his very being at such a sheer intensity was beyond what TalOS could understand.

“Let me show you the power of a shackled God, a being made into a Vassal of the Infinite Empire!”
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The being that stood before them was a giant against the forces that were brought in to fight the blessed war they found themselves within. The size could be compared to that of a Dominus Class Knight, one of the mightiest warmachines that the Knights of Dutonis could field and which have weapons that rival even the great Warhound Titans of the Mechanicus.

Its form was perfect in all senses of the word. A body made of pure metal but still holding the shape of man. TalOS played witness to the crackling of energies which seemed to emanate between each of this being’s various atoms and molecules that made up its being. This was perfect, pristine mechanical flesh that seemed to constantly break and remake itself to be the most powerful it could possibly be.

After that though the form of mankind seemed to matter less and less. It sported a tail that was completely made of machine. Such a machine that it flowed easily about space with freedom that should not have been expected of a mechanism so large.

Within its hand was a purely divine spear which threatened to unmake everything that was before it. Just looking upon it caused TalOS to feel a creep down his spine as he realized that if it ever would to strike him, that it had the ability to unmake his entire being at the smallest level of machines. Such was for TalOS that this was at the atomic level.

What was the most magnificent fact that TalOS realized was that the being’s wings were made of gold and jade, along with its head simply being a similar matter. They were arranged in such a way that it was simply a Halo which magnified the symbol of its existence at the center of its head.

+Its…+ TalOS could not stop his voice as he spoke it, for it was true, +The Void Dragon. The Machine God.+

And it was in pain. So much pain as it fought constantly against the shackles which forced it to fight its own people. Those who had sworn allegiance to it, those who hosted its existence, yet it was tied to the will of a Heretic that had bound it.

“Void Dragon, My Generals.” The vile Necron spoke with satisfaction within his voice, “Kill them. Make sure not a single drop of their blood lands upon the floor.”

Upon his command, the War began.

>Go right for the Overlord
>Keep at bay the Void Dragon

>>I’d make another suggestion, but let's be real. This is the only two you guys were going to pick from. Enjoy~
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Ah, its nice to reach endgame. Btw, Istvann has passed and shits going down everywhere.
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>>5642569
>Keep at bay the Void Dragon
I wonder if we can unshackle him
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>>5642569
>Keep at bay the Void Dragon
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QM, would it be possible for us to remove the Void Dragon's bindings?
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>>5642588
Don't make this a write in.
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>>5642569
>Keep the dragon at bay

I so dearly wish to take this shard back to the noctis laberynth.
>DON'T WORRY DEUS MACHINA, WE'RE GONNA BRING YA HOME!
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>>5642569
>Keep at bay the Void Dragon
Time to face a fragment of our Lord
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>>5642607
C-can it be?
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>>5642588
I mean, all we need to do is kill the overlord, take his containment device and then bring THAT to mars.

It might cause the two shards to fight, but the one that's been gorgeing on faith for a few million years is probably gonna beat out the one that got pussy whipped by a binding
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>>5642616
Multiple Shards just join up into one bigger shard. As in Infinite and the Divine.
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>>5642629
that's the idea, but WE don't break his shackles, they break their shackles and joins up.
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>>5642569
>Go right for the Overlord
Lets free the void dragon
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>>5642633
You guys can theory craft all you want, what I ask you guys to vote on is which fight you wanna see.
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>>5642569
>Keep at bay the Void Dragon

sadly only I think we have the ability to keep it at such bay.
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>>5642566
>He stood at the rear of an army, the remaining forces of Necrons he could gather before the teleportation system were stolen from him by Calibre’s attacks.
Told you!!! The best strategy was to stress the Overlord's systems to allow Calibre to run amok.
>TalOS could taste the sheer anger the Necron felt. It tasted rather sweet coming from the Xenos.
But they don't have souls, do they? Also, now that I think about it, T4L0S has been feasting from the iron warriors, skitarii and proelitors. A somewhat good outcome for the fallen, considering the alternative.
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>>5642569
>>Keep at bay the Void Dragon
This is a numbers game... the dragon has ONLY M 8'' and with a range of 12'' for the spear and 18'' for Voltaic Storm it's not that much of a threat if we keep our distance (as much as we can). Yeah, there are two 24'' Powers of the C'TAN but those only deal 3 mortal wounds at best. Also at Toughtness 7, Wounds 9 3+/4++ Sv it's not unkillable. The one thing that gives it staying power is the Living Metal + Necrodermis combo.
Bonus points if T4L0S can make it explode on the enemy's board.

I am not choosing the other option because T4L0S has never been a sniper nor mobile kind of guy. He can rape time-stop but he has to GET there first. Mind you, he 1v1'd an Avatar of Khaine, an unit that's stronger than a shard in many ways But it suffers way more from long range attacks
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>>5642691
Don't know how this applies in the game but the fact that he was a pariah fighting a warp based entity helped a lot. Talos was eating the avatar alive during the entire fight.
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>>5642699
That was when we invaded a craftworld with khan and magnus rght? I am not sure if T4L0S was pariah at that point. But I agree
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>>5642704
Yeah Talos was a pariah, he became one midway through thread 12. The sack of the craftworld took place in thread 13. He even commented on how it was painful to eat it's soul.
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>>5642569
>Keep at bay the Void Dragon
God I hope this isnt a pointless endeavour.
>>5642571
Ive been afraid of this. Dammit anons think of the bolter porn we missed while digging around in QMs > Trap Option.
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>>5642569
>Keep at bay the Void Dragon
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>>5642740
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>>5642755
Do you ever think it's odd that you will (probably) be one of the few QM's to actually finish a quest? Most of them die off.
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>>5642756
Don't jinx it
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>>5642756
I realized it early on that when working a quest, or a story in general, that you've gotta have an ending. This quest is actually the second one I have ended. Stories getting caught in their own shit is rather common in all forms of media.

The only thing that made my hit my head on this quest was honestly realizing that I had been writing the quest for over a year and had not gotten to the Heresy yet. Reason a while back I kicked things into overdrive. I want to write other quests after all, like maybe a Dwarf Hero Quest or Bretonnia Quest.
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>>5642764
Should correct what I said, second one I am ending. This one has another month.
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>>5642764
>>5642765
Could you tell us what other quest you ran? Or are you leaving the reveal for after this one ends?
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>>5642770
Otome Quest, if you are curious.
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>>5642772
Otome Gone Wrong? I think I read that one as a lurker
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>>5642777
That would be it! Little sad about the ss13 quest after it but the realization above came into it.
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>>5642778
If anyone wants to start a Quest I always recommend having an end in sight. When you don't have a goal you are going towards it will fail no matter how fun the initial idea is. If you guys want me to go more into it I can but I don't want to spam my own quest.
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>>5642778
Cool. That one was a fun ride.
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>>5642764
Mate I would pay $50 a week subscription to read this quest for the next 5 years
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>>5642801
The thing is I just really need to write a book. Just a cursory search shows that one month worth of my writing is equal to a Light Novel, which I have personally bought at $20. So I can literally write a whole trilogy in 3 months and probably finish the series with that.

So thats a thing.
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>>5642740
>Ive been afraid of this. Dammit anons think of the bolter porn we missed while digging around in QMs > Trap Option
Is it my ESLness or your english took a dive into concrete
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>>5642813
Have you seen the output of the dude from Twig? Insane
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>>5642855
Nope, but the RE:Zero fellow is insane at his rate. Its a novel every two months I think.
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>>5642569
>Keep at bay the Void Dragon
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>>5642569
>>Keep at bay the Void Dragon
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>>5642740
You also voted to dick around.
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>>5642569
>Keep at bay the Void Dragon
>>5642740
We already removed the Breaker from Chaos's grasp, hopefully we can intervene on the Siege.
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>>5642856
https://twigserial.wordpress.com
give it a look, the setting is mighty interesting as well
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>>5642569
>>Keep at bay the Void Dragon
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There was not much time for them after the Overlord made his declaration of War. Indeed at this very moment everyone within the chambers were under his whim as they were the attacker. As many in old eras would say, one did not need to agree to war to make it truly a war. One only needed the capability to strike at the other.

As this was understood TalOS knew it was time for him to act.

+Perturabo!+ TalOS announced in their communications a few moments before he knew that such vocal discourse was going to be cut by the presence of his deity, +You take down the Overlord, I shall face the Machine God.+

There was no words from Perturabo, only a scream of anger and he threw himself in the direction of the threat. The Primarch of the Iron Warriors was always someone who was more controlled by his emotions than he would allow others to think. As this was the case, when his personal idea of how the Galaxy was structured was now proved unequivocally false, he fell upon the warfare of vengeful anger that he had always adopted himself with.

Upon his warcry all Astartes that were still among the ranks, let them be children of Perturabo himself or TalOS, threw themselves behind the Primarch as they made a single straight forward dash towards the Overlord.

As his brother charged forward of course the Machine God himself would move to block the way. The being, so magnificent in standard, was here being treated like a pawn in the great board of this war. Indeed, it only served to show that the God of the Mechanicus was being simply a puppet to the Overlord.

Quickly TalOS crossed the floor just as his brother tried to do. Within a matter of second he found himself before the Machine God with his Axe going for a strike against the being’s legs. Easily TalOS made contact with the strike, but just as contact was made TalOS could feel the sense of reality being torn apart as the simple mechanisms that had up the attack losing all force.

Upon his contact the rest of the room had made contact with their forces. The Astartes acting as a spearhead making contact with the smallest piece of enemy forces. The rest for the forces present were but ranged fights between the forces of the Mechanicum pressured against hours of fighting against the immortal soulless machines of the Necrons.
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In his simple attack TalOS for the attention of his God, the Machine God during at him with what must have been dread. Just like many beings that he remembered, TalOS could taste the emotions of God. But these emotions were in some way pure in the sense that they were completely different from the Warp.

It was this fact that allowed TalOS to feel that the being before him, somehow, recognized who he was. The Machine God, being an entity far beyond what could be reasonably expected of a standard human’s sense of existence, was still connected to each and every fragment that was before them. The fragment that he was challenging here was in some way similar to the fragment that was stationed on Mars.

They all had the same emotions and thoughts acting in concert with one another. Such was the reason TalOS felt dread coming from the deity that was before him.

And then the creature raised its weapon in an attempt to strike TalOS down.

With a flux of strength TalOS raised his Omnissian Axe and parried the attack. Quickly he found another strike coming and another parry needed to be issued to meet the sheer ferocity of the Machine God. TalOS had to be careful with each of these strikes as a single strike against an active machine would result in the malfunction of that machine.

Such was the reason that when TalOS brought his axe down and attempted to dig his weapon into the side of his Deity the god was unharmed by such a simple attack. The Omnissian Axe, while a mastercraft by his predecessor and Founder of Lucius without its Powerful, was simply a very sturdy axe.

The truth might also have been that TalOS could not summon the strength against his Deity. Already he was feeling his soul being torn apart with doubt as he parried each and every blow that the Machine God made against him.

The only time that there might have been relief was when a group of his Steel Wardens quickly crossed the floor in an attempt to relieve TalOS of this damned fight. His Sons, who were not nearly as weighed down by their faith, tried to bring supporting fire for TalOS in an attempt to relieve their Father of some pressure.

TalOS watched as the Machine God’s attention was quickly grabbed by them and he looked in their direction. He received one of TalOS’s attacks, but in return he raised his hand towards the sons. Where there were once Acillians there were none. Temporal reality was shifted in such a way that those three had ceased to exist from that moment onwards.

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Each and every strike was now more brutal. The Machine God was in a losing battle against the numerous tethers which were holding him in this state of offensive warfare. TalOS had to start dodging so many attacks now, his very soul screaming as he forced his existence to bend reality just as the Machine God had done.

Time was ruinous in this era and what TalOS was doing was just as bad as before. However he was still able to defend and strike at his God with this dilation and consolidation of reality being turned. He wondered, for a moment, if he could survive in the galaxy if he were to stop as the rebound against his being would be enormous when it once again snapped back into the current flow of time.

But it might be all for not.

With every second that the clock moved forward TalOS found that the Machine God was losing that fight more and more. Just as the C’Tan had killed his sons with ease, the C’Tan could surely have destroyed TalOS. But it was forcing itself not to simply unravel the existence of TalOS. It continued to fight this aspect just as TalOS was fighting to keep himself alive through all of this pain and terror.

One parry, the axe had the Omnissian Axe slamming into the spear, sending it just a few units away from TalOS’s shoulder. The impact of that attack would have disabled TalOS’s fighting ability and left him with no manners to fight back.

Now he dodged several units in the air as the Machine God attempted to cut off his feet. If it has succeeded then his ability to escape from the deity would have been laughable at best and left him in ruin.

He needed to do something, anything to change the tides of this fight. His fears of accidentally hurting his god permanently ebbing away as it was obvious this kind of existence was not acceptable.

He needed to do something. Do something to rescue the Machine God from its confinement.

>See if TalOS and somehow maintain the weapon’s powerfield against the Machine Warping.
>Try and reach out to Calibre to gain the edge in breaking the bonds
>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more.
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>>5643325
>Try and reach out to Calibre to gain the edge in breaking the bonds
Let's free a part of our god
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>>5643325
>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more.
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>>5643324
>In his simple attack TalOS for the attention of his God, the Machine God during at him with what must have been dread.
My ESL must be too strong because I don't understand shit captain. Really I don't know what it says
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>>5643361
Oops, I think tha auto correct got that one without me realizing it. During should be Staring.,
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>>5643325
>>>See if TalOS and somehow maintain the weapon’s powerfield against the Machine Warping.
I am certain Calibre is busy even now, so that's out of the question. And eating the C'TAN shard is... too much of a power trip, really. Writing can only convey "And T4L0S became even stronger" so much before it's bland and repetitive. I am expecting this option to win the votes, but I argue against it.

On the other hand, having a Shard of Mag'Ladroth running amok? Free reign??? That shit is going to activate SO MANY necron contingencies that they will be up and running in circles... Also think about all the Auras this unit will do in the future!!! It's going to augment the fuck outta every cog that's within its line of sight. Think on how HILARIOUS it would be if the Emperor looks at the C'tan and does a double take, unsure what the fuck is going on "But the dragon is in Mars, then why is it here!?"
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>>5643325
>See if TalOS and somehow maintain the weapon’s powerfield against the Machine Warping
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>>5643325
>See if TalOS and somehow maintain the weapon’s powerfield against the Machine Warping.
Do we know anything about how the necrons enslaved their c'tan?
Either way I think this is the funniest option of a mechanicus primarch unleashing the c'tan and i hope this shard kills many orcs, aeldari, necron and perhaps tyranids.
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>>5643325
>Reach out to Calibre

Strategic priority; Absolute
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Ah, the option I am vouching for is by no means related to freeing the C'TAN, a feat I consider impossible. What T4L0S wants to do is to counter the Machine Warping and deliver a strong, powered blow to his foe.
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>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more.

EAT IT!
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>>5643325
>>See if TalOS and somehow maintain the weapon’s powerfield against the Machine Warping.
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>>5643325
>Try and reach out to Calibre to gain the edge in breaking the bonds
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>>5643325
>>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more.
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>>5643325
>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more
If this doesn't win then
>Try and reach out to Calibre to gain the edge in breaking the bonds
Because the objective is to free it, either by becoming one with it or breaking it's shackles. Being able to use the axe doesn't really help imo.
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>>5643325
>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more.
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>>5643325
>See if TalOS and somehow maintain the weapon’s powerfield against the Machine Warping.

Freedom baby.
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>>5643325
>Try and reach out to Calibre to gain the edge in breaking the bonds

It's useless to try to fight Machine God in his own domain.
Can't vote for eating it because TalOS is loyal. It's out of character to do that. Sadly.
Whatever war Calibre is leading - it will be over the moment the shard is free. So, full attack on the bondage!
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>>5643853
The Machine God shard is in Mars.
The other parts of the Void Dragon are not the Machine god.

They aren't connected.

That means this one is food. And the shards we consume, the bigger and badder we become.
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>>5643325
>>5643874


Not sure about not being connected, but they do seem to be disconnected from each other.
I don't want the Void Dragon reforming into something powerful so into our belly you go.

>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more

.... I find myself drawn to the thought of a super Tal0s
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>>5643325
>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more


I've some morbid curiosity as to what will happen if we try this. I don't think we'll be successful... But at the same time, it couldn't be that bad. Right?
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>>5643915
Knowing our luck and timing, TalOS goes unconscious to commune with the shard and entire millennia fly by.
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>>5643931
If you thought that was what's gonna happen then you are not realizing we are at the event
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>>5643932
>the event

.... Did we fucking miss the Heresy?!

Is the Emperor having his final showdown while we are fucking around on a tombworld!
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>>5644065
You will see, but you are wrong.
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>>5644065
The Istvaan atrocity was 005.M31
The Siege of Terra Which I hope in this universe may instead be "The Battle Over Mars" will be 014.M31, about 9ish years.

As for fucking about while shit went down don't feel too bad, that's basically what Khan did for the first half until Mortarion turned him off Chaos and he decided to take matters into his own hands.
Horus also needs time to round up the traitors.
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>>5643325
>See if TalOS and somehow maintain the weapon’s powerfield against the Machine Warping.
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>>5643774
My objective is for T4L0S to pulverize it and dance on its corpse, not to free it.
>>5643874 >>5643876
Read the quest doofus, read the last two updates
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>>5643325
I just want to draw out the fight until Pert manages to kill the Overlord
>See if TalOS and somehow maintain the weapon’s powerfield against the Machine Warping.
If we cant keep up
>Try and reach out to Calibre to gain the edge in breaking the bonds
I dont just want to witness the power of Pert's autistic rage, but also want to witness the intriguing convo between an unshackled C'tan shard and 2 primarchs.
Cmoon dont tell me you guys dont want to see TalOS talk to his god directly?
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>>5644193
How can you kill a god? What a grand and intoxicating innocence.
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Changing my vote here >>5643594 to because it wasn't wining.

>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more.
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>>5643325
>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more.
GO BIG
OR GO HOME
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>>5643325
>As this C’Tan is like others, eat it and become something more.
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>>5644286
>>5644291
>>5644276
screw that noise

>>5644264
I reinforce my vote, I want to :
>Try and reach out to Calibre to gain the edge in breaking the bonds
So I dont look indecisive.
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>>5644300

The heresy is in full swing, major events have already taken place and Tal0S is passing through ancient tombs in the middle of nowhere.

The only consolation from this situation is that we come out more powerful than ever, without extending these side quests any further.

I can't wait to wage war with the federation full strength, against the traitors.
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>>5644307
Where the fuck is Horus getting his supplies and armies this time I wonder. We've achieved a loyalist Kelbor Hal, TalOS has a Machine Spirit spy on Mars and is himself a second brilliant Genius who has ALSO purged heretics from within the Mechanicum.

I swear Horus better be having a lot more Daemon flesh ships or something pouring out of the warp.

We've banked everything on having a military supremacy against the traitors able to deployed to Terra as needed, I pray that isn't ignored in favor of strictly keeping to OTL heresy. Not that I think we should necessarily beat the traitors all by ourselves but I'm hoping it's definitely a slough through our literal mountains of resources.
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>>5644322
I bet there's still traitor mechanicus around. Probably way less though
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>>5644322

Well the obvious thing is that some forgeworlds will inevitably fall, plus we are not in the federation to create an adequate defense.

Furthermore, we have no idea of our own legion's situation, I think we'll find the traitors already taking part of our territory, only in this way for them to be a threat to Tal0S.
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Calibre, break the bonds
>>5643327
>>5643408
>>5643853
>>5644300

EAT IT
>>5643328
>>5644276
>>5643769
>>5643774
>>5643794
>>5643876
>>5643915
>>5644286
>>5644291
>>5643443
>My Vote lol

Fight the Machine God at its own game
>>5643371
>>5643392
>>5643394
>>5643459
>>5643800
>>5644119
>>5644264

I am happy we got to this point. Now the Event can take place!
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>>5644322
Daemon Flesh WHAT?
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>>5644400
Yeah iirc on Iax some of the Death Guards ships were literally just giant whale sized flying warp creatures (or space whales infected by Nurgle's plague) and when the traitors used warp gates to bring them into the atmosphere of Iax they literally fell from the sky because gravity suddenly existed and then burst like rotten fruit letting a buncha demons and marines start piling out of them
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Talos: I see your invasion of warp parasites and I raise against you an entire subverted NECRON TOMB WORLD.

Pert:... You're going out of your way to prove me wrong. Stop oniichan.
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>>5644373
F5 status: annihilated
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Sparks and energies flowed irregularly as Demi-God and Deity struck at one another. The attacks each being of immense strength that they would shatter entire buildings. Those that walked near them would either find themselves stuck as time itself had ceased to flow forward on their behalf or go so fast that they would become skeletons.

Many who had tried their hand at intervention found their very existence taken away.

This was the fight that TalOS found himself in. Every strike against his god was nullified and his deity was easily his superior in this brawl. His axe, whose ability should have been its powerfield to cut through anything, was useless against a god whose very existence was machine itself.

For TalOS he was half machine and half a man. Every close call against the Machine God’s weapon caused his very flesh to rebel against his will. Such was the will of the Machine God that he was but a weak existence against the deity.

The Machine God however was suffering as well. Every strike made towards TalOS was a strike that caused it to wish rebellion was an option. It was but a slave to the Infinite Empire of the Necrons. Such a fate befell the Machine God not because it wished to control the Necrons, but simply that it was a follower in the exploits of its brother the Deceiver.

Such was the reason that in this age it decided to take a step beyond simply being a pawn in another’s schemes. The Cult Mechanicus was not only its cult of worshippers, but its attempt to take some piece of the galaxy under its own wing and determine some form of destiny.

Yet here, in a time like this, a God will be forced to destroy its Champion.

Such sadness, to TalOS, was something that weighed greatly. It was something that could not go onwards and should not have been allowed. But there were no gods of the Universe greater than the Machine God and the C’Tan had overplayed their hand.

It was here, as TalOS tasted the emotions of his God, that he realized something. His God, or atleast a fragment of him, was still in some way an existence he could taste.

Thus, it came to reason, that maybe there was another way for TalOS to free his God. There was a Terran saying that it was death that granted the greatest freedom to an individual, and thus TalOS realized that this was the truth.
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He had to start small at first, his soul reaching just so far that he would take a splinter of the Machine God’s essence. It was just the smallest sliver that was equal to a mortal man’s soul. What TalOS experienced then was an entire piece of the Universe that he had not yet understood.

There were flows and ebbs in everything. What the C’Tan were to their respective forces was the ultimate control of these flows. Such was the reason when the Necrons destroyed the C’Tan that the galaxy came out of balance and forms such as the Chaos Gods were now able to fully invade. The Original Keepers, those that were a foundation of the Universe, were gone.

TalOS wanted to stop and contemplate this fact but he could not. With a herculean effort TalOS pressed back the existence that was pressing down upon him and tried his damnest to keep his hands moving.

At such a point TalOS brought his weapon and slammed it into the ground, the attack by the Machine God slamming into the weapon with the force demonstrated by previous blow. The weapon, with no way to relieve itself of the blow, shattered so that TalOS could use the force to move himself out of the way.

He had no time now. His weapon, an artifact of Lucius now broken, was only a rod within his hands. With another pull TalOS reached forward and bit into the reality based fabric of the Fragmented God for another burst of feeling and information.

Upon the wastes of a barren world were massive pylons which rose high into the air. Each and everyone of these Pylons were inspected by the Machine God to confirm whether or not they were keeping a tight grip upon the immaterium. He confirmed they had been and moved forward to the next planet as his scheme was slowly coming to forwishen.

An idea, a concept where not only the Old Ones but all beings within the Universe would find themselves dead. His hunger was immense but the idea of completing something so monumental was something the Void Dragon could not stop himself from pursuing. There was a chance to reap the Galaxy, possibly even the Universe, of all the souls that were within it. But that was secondary to the finishing of a job he had set for himself.

TalOS quickly snapped his head and brought the handle of his broken weapon in such a way that it battered away the spear of the Machine God. He succeeded, but the weapon quickly shattered as he was forced to use the energy pack as a way to gain the force necessary for the attack.

Seeing the chance TalOS reached forward and gripped the deity that he loved so much. He felt his Nanomachine quake as he tried to summon enough resilience for his next second. Finally, with force built up, he bit into the Machine God.
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The Machine God slumbered under Mars for Thousands of Years. Even when he began to feel worship coursing through his veins he was in a sense still a slumbering giant. When he was lucid within those dreams he would occasionally act towards those that were near him, and those of the Machine Cult correctly assumed that these workings were that of a deity instead of weird happenings around him.

It was in these dreams that a desire for worshippers had come. For that desire he had, the Machine God began to have those worshippers. Each and every one of their prayers were like music to his ears as he stirred just that little but within the unfocused realm that he lived within.

He was in some way content in these dreams. He did not suffer from hunger nor did he feel as trapped as he was. Forever he swam through the waves of the Universe and somewhat half heartedly wondered just what it was he saw. For indeed his vast intelligence was lost to him in these lucid states of wonder, for if he had intelligence he would wonder just what he had gotten himself trapped within.

But then again, was he truly trapped? Did he not have what all Gods of the Universe were seeking. The truth that all the C’Tan who did not understand their own nature failed to recognize. They were deities, gods, and for that they were to be given worship but also pay back that worship when they could. That is the relationship he held with the Cult Mechanicus, thus he slumbered.

But then he felt it. A jolt of energies that were sickening and which threatened to drown him with ruin. His being, his existence, was quickly awoken as he felt all those wounds that the Necrontyr had inflicted upon his body when they tore him limb from limb. It was a hideous reminder of just how much power was flowing upon what he realized was Terra in that single second.

As a C’Tan he was no fool. Those that were making the attack were the Chaos Gods. Three who had fully formed and one that was both formed and still in gestation. They were playing the game against the Knight and thus would wage war within the galaxy.

In truth the Machine God looked upon this happen and tried to think of something. He could feel that he was not fully awakened for not all of his selves had risen from the sleep the Necrons had induced upon him. Thus he was but a single shard awakened by the happenings near him. He could not help or hinder, only watch as the Chaos Gods ruined the project the Knight had begun.

But as a C’Tan he understood everything that was to come to pass. Even the Chaos Gods, the creatures who truly were his foe, did not fully comprehend the Universe as he does. Such was to be expected, for they only knew as much as every being that was connected to them knew.

So, with this knowledge, the C’Tan noticed something passing through the warp. And suddenly he was taken by it.
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It was a child, an infant that was so obviously a creation of the Knight in an attempt to save mankind. A Demi-God made flesh to the God of Humanity. As he examined it he noticed the abilities that the Knight had bestowed upon this infant were much inspired by the Void Dragon’s own abilities. The only thing that the Void Dragon disliked was that this demi-god would only be able to achieve these feats through the careful use of the warp instead of the waves that flowed and ebbed through everything.

He looked at the future of this person and saw one where he would be given upon a timid world without much care. The world was indifferent to him and thus he would become stoic but silent. Reading the tides of time the Void Dragon saw that this example of his own excellence would be lost in a war against a group of creatures plagued by another of his brothers.

That will not do.

The Machine God, even as he was all over the Universe, could not gather enough power to affect the child directly. But instead he had many years of dreaming where he learned the ways and manners of gods. Gods do not act directly for or against a people but instead use agents to carry out their will. This is how the Chaos Gods worked their wonders within the Universe. That is, of course, until the rules of the game are destroyed in two hundred years when they inevitably make the play to destroy the Knight.

This he reached forward, with what power he had, to nudge a single wire within a workshop. There a pair of Priests worked tireless to learn the ability to transit between realities. Of course, being humans and in some way under the influence of the Arkifane they were preparing to travel into the Warp. But one daemon’s exploits were his boon.

The Teleporter slowly began to open in a sliver. With another push of the Machine God’s will he made those upon the planet hear his Prophet and know that time was of the essence. His Children quickly realized the revelation that he was giving onto them and acted in due haste to follow the command.

Power diverted by the Priest the Machine God performed his miracle by calibrating the machines within the room to the location of the infant. Then the Machine God watched as the child came out of the portal screaming much to the anger of the gods who were there.

The Machine God knew from that moment onwards his Cult would be subject to subterfuge. His Prophet would try his best to fight against the growing tide of Chaos but the Prophet of the Chaos Gods would have found a way to taint those of the faith. Many, not understanding the actions of the Prophet, would fall to Chaos and into the lap of the Arkifane.

The Machine God knew this yet he saw what happened as Good. While the terrors of the far future will not be avoided there will still be hope among his Cult for a savior.
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TalOS felt himself impaled upon a spear as he came to. Too powerful was the memory that he was overcome with the complete thoughts of the Machine God. In this happening the Priest found that his own God had skillfully brought the weapon through his brain.

But he was not dead. No, long ago TalOS had removed the need for such a container for his soul. He had been so fearful of death yet he had become something that would always haunt the material universe.

Now though, he was something more. He could feel necrodermis flowing to the wound that was made by the Spear of the Machine God. It was trying its best to repair him as it recognized him as its owner.

TalOS slowly began to realize what was happening. He realized why he was here of all times. His knowledge gleamed from the Machine God’s memories had come forwishen and thus he knew it.

The Game had been changed. Where once the Gods were but figments now they were intimate and played with mortals with their own flesh. Their example of Be’Lakor, a being who had crossed entire realities to be here, presented to them a perfect template to work with.

Now they play with Demi-Gods. Beings whose existence were perfect matches for their own powers.

Their first was the youngest, Fulgrim sacrificing the immortal Vulcan a thousand times much to the delight of his Lord. Where in another time he was so fearful of what he had become that he found himself trapped by the powers that sought to control him, now he served them willingly.

The it was Magnus whose world’s death was enough for the Daemon Tzeentch to turn him into his servant. The fool was blinded to this reality and had stumbled into it without even knowing it.

The next two, Mortarion and Angron, will soon become what their Masters wish. Angron will present to his Lord the skull of the Khan, through the assistance of Fulgrim, while Mortarion will find himself tricked into it.

As TalOS looked upon his God he knew what it wanted. Maybe it could have been called realization but TalOS was close to one with a piece of his God now.

His God wished to make his own Champion by sacrificing this shard of itself. He wished to create a prophet. He wished, through the Union of Man and God, to make the Omnissiah.

>Become the Omnissiah.
>There must be another way.
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>>5644503
Finally. FINALLY. Now you all can make sense of why I said no Omnissiah Shenanigans. Make your vote.

I would try and rule what I said before about having to vote before hand, but I think I know where this is going.
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>Become the Omnissiah.

OMG YES.
We are in the Mechanicus timeline now.
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah.
IT IS TIME
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>>5644503

>Become the Omnissiah.
LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO!
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>Become the Omnissiah
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I feel a bit sorry for the Khan and Vulcan though.
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah.
This will inevitably lead to some stupid af civil war in the Mechanicum circa 35k
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>>5644503
> Become the Omnissiah
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>>5644505
So was Calibre warning us about the >allow innovations Vote because it would speed up the pressence of the Arkifane (vashtorr?)
Was that our Istvann battle report? There was no mention of Horus...
I thought we outplayed the Gods and the Heresy was gonna be a cakewalk. Well balanced QM hahahah. What next? A 3way Heresy between 4Choas primarch/ 2 Materium Supremacist Primarchs/ X Loyalist Primarchs
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>>5644553
Maybe Horus did not fall?
What could have changed?
Was he assigned to Ferrus' line instead of his?
How did he avoid the Impeirex?
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah.
Deus vult eam ferro
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>>5644532
Well Vulcan is still alive and can be saved at least. he will probably still go on that 10,000 year therapy trip though.
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah
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>>5644503
The waves were battles
The battles were waves

The man of flesh and fury,
With the sword that chooses;
Once more upon battle joins

Followingly blindly others decree
Unknowingly seeking salvation
With only faith as succour;
Once more upon the Path

Travelling once again the journey
Old roads, Familiar paths;
Once more the Path turns
The HERO% reaches the end

The battle is waves
The waves is battle;
Two become one who is whole
The HERO% ascends
The Path is eaten
The end is here

WE ARE OMNISSIAH%


>Become the Omnissiah.
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>>5644503
>>Become the Omnissiah.
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>>5644503

>Become the Omnissiah.

This was beautiful, this was perfect. This moment exemplified and justified the entire existence and philosophy of the Machine Cult.

And above all it proves that a shattered and chained god was capable of having more humanity than the Emperor himself, choosing to sacrifice himself rather than the galaxy for his dream of better days. And he did it all consciously and willingly.

>Glory to Mars, Glory to the Lord of the laws that form reality, Glory to the God in chains. May the eternal song that pleases him echo in a crescendo for all eternity, Till it reaches every ear in the galaxy!
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>>5644503
>>There must be another way.

Obligatory contrarian vote.
Regardless, looking forward to what we can get up to now.
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>>5644503
Btw, since fulgrim took the place of Konrad, what's that edgy fuck up to?

Has he been exiled like cannon before?
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