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Terra was, as always, a planet of golden sands. It was devoid of all waters that were previously on the world, such precious liquids being drained into the warmachines of both the original Terran Federation as well as the Mechanicum of Mars.

Water, after all, was a valuable resource no matter where you went. Upon Terra where the waters were not only plentiful but purified enough for void travel was beyond any shipman’s dream. For yes a vessel could visit a planet like Europa for water needs but the ice and waters would all be contaminated with some form of plague or impurity that would bring harm to the crew and people. Terra, and planets like it, do not suffer from such problems.

Traveling from Mars to Terra was easily done due to the alignment of the planets. Rogal Dorn had picked the correct time for him to infiltrate the Red Planet and as such created the perfect chance for them to reap the benefits of a decision.

Mars, when the Omnissiah glanced back, was devoid of large amounts of machines and divinity that it once held. Taken by the Imperial Fists for their Fortress upon Terra the home of the Cult Mechanicus was as close to its original state when humans first began their colonization of the world.

The Worshiper was saddened by this and so was the Will of his God. Both of them were enjoyers of these machines and stripping the planets of them was something that was profound in action. To do so to Mars could be seen as a Heresy. However it was the Adeptus Mechanicus who carried out such ‘heresy’ for they accepted the state of affairs for what it was.

The Cult Mechanicus would become but a gone if the Emperor falls. The Void Dragon’s gambit to having a chosen people gone as the Gods of another realm simply turn the material reality into their plaything.

In the Emperor, the one who the Machine God would claim to be the God of Mankind, was the source of their safety. He needed to survive lest Chaos reigned.

Such was the reason they traveled to Terra. To build the final defense against the coming onslaught.

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Kelbor Hal was upon one of the many ships that were transporting men and material from the Holy World of Mars to the Cradle of Humanity, Terra. Twenty three hours ago the Imperial Fists, supported by Legio Tempestus and House Taranis, fell the siege upon the capital of the Adeptus Mechanicus. During that time Kelbor had brought up the Skitarii and Automatons that were under his control and led a break out attempt upon the Hereteks who had tried to take the city as their own.

It was a slaughter that Kelbor Hal would approve of if he was not slaughtering his own people. It was a massive drain upon the resources of Mars and was also filled to the brim with treachery! It was hard for he himself to rationalize the sheer amount of heresy that was upon the Mechanicus in this dire hour.

Horus Lupercal, spawn of the False Omnissiah, had declared himself to be freeing the Imperium from the Tyranny of Mortals. At that time Kelbor thought that the Warmaster’s heresy was only going to be limited to the Emperor but the strike upon Mars proved his thoughts wrong.

Granted, he was still prepared for something. Legio Mortis was present upon the planet and it was obvious that their Siege Engines had served alongside Horus. The only issue was that Kelbor was not willing to bring war to Mars and scar it for simple paranoia. Such a thought was reasonable since the reason for Horus’s Heresy was for the surpirority of Transhumans. Kelbor was poking Mortis, trying to get them to realize that siding with such a maniac was not in the best interest of Mars.

Then the Hereteks released their attack upon the infrastructure of Mars.

He did not expect the kinds of Technosorcery to be employed across the systems. How even listening to the script was enough to infect a system with the virus of corruption. Kelbor had sent several spies out after learning that the Noosphere was safe to use, thus learning how the legions of damnation carried themselves like puppets in a theater.

He was played by something else. Clearly it was not a human force for it did not seem to care about what was to be protected or not. Only that the Hereteks it now controlled wished to either taint as many machines it could get its hands upon or destroy as many lives as possible.

It was during the darkest hour when Kelbor realized this that it began to rain upon Mars. As it rained, he witnessed through the eyes of his minions his arrival.

Kelbor had kept such information in Databanks for a while, finally pulling it out as he realized who was also upon this vessel with him. He had been placed upon the Onus Probandi for transport to Terra with its Captain being TalOS DAV1S. Or, as Kelbor understood these days, to be the Omnissiah.

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The bridge was in some way a throne room for the captain. Such a fact was done on purpose by the Cult Mechanicus for whoever was at the head of the vessel was always the highest ranking Tech Priest upon the vessel. There had been some demonstrations of analytics in relation to competency of Tech Priests in these positions but ultimately such individuals who excelled in Void Combat would be relegated as either Servitors or High-Value crew who answered to the Tech Priest.

Such was the reason Kelbor was correct when he assumed that the being who was called the Omnissiah was within the room. Whatever awe the Fabricator General initially felt was lost as he already paid witness to the arrival of the being that had turned themselves to face him. Instead of the majesty to the fact that the Omnissiah walked among them influencing his mind, Kelbor took the three milliseconds before bowing to the being to get a good look upon him.

The being wore the robes of Lucius with the distinct red stripe signifying their existence as a Crusader. The air around these robes, as well as the body itself, was in some way filled with green energy of the Motive Force. Kelbor realized this fact by simply watching as these lightlning-like energies flowed through the air. They did not disturbed the air but instead changed the concept of what that air was. Such things were easily realized as Kelbor used an internal Omnispex to witness the change in temperature.

If it was simple electricity it would only heat. As if going against the Divine Laws of Physics, these strands of power instead heated, cooled, or even did nothing.

Underneath those robes, where flesh could be seen, was a clear gray of metal. Upon it were a series of crackles that the odd green electricity flowed out of. Some of these changed rapidly, some of them did not. What Kelbor noted was how the form the Omnissiah took was that of Man’s Divine Form.

And then, to fulfill the complex sightings that Kelbor was reading upon this being, was the face. It was TalOS with high cheekbones and powerful stare that would cut through man and machine. It held within the sockets soft green eyes of welcome. A sense of emotion that Kelbor realized was proof that the being was still, in some way, TalOS.

+Rise, Fabricator General.+ Declared the Omnissiah, +Speak your questions and inquiries so that we may realize the future together.+

Kelbor felt, for a moment, the sheer divine power that flowed with those words. They were hard to resist and keep his mind in tact for the words he was about to speak.

+Then I ask you, Omnissiah, why are you tearing apart Mars?+

>So that Humanity will live
>To make sure Mars remains
>Honoring old oaths of loyalty.

>>5666785
Well I fucked up and numbered this 15 instead of 16. Nothing I can do now. If a jannie sees this let me know, I might want it deleted for such a dumb mistake.

>>5666792
>To make sure Mars remains
>Honoring old oaths of loyalty.

I am bound to two empires and I see a future where they will burn down Mars in an effort to bring me out of our defenses.
We must win and rebuild after destroying these hereteks, not only here but across the stars

>>5666792
>To make sure Mars remains
>Mars will not survive the tide that is coming if we make the stand here. But if we fortify Terra, but what we can bring with us shall remain, and what is left may be overlooked.
>Mars is it's people, it's knowledge and artifacts. Buildings can rebuilt. This is a new Ark, for a new age.

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>>5666792
>To make sure Mars remains
Stupid kelbor, out of the loop it seems?

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>>5666809
Re do it. Last thread. The crowning jewel. Worth it.
Fitting for a Chronomancer/ Technomancer to undo mistakes

>>5666792
>To ensure the survival of Mars.
Elaboration:
>That which is taken by the heretics is corrupted, lost forever. I could not *save* the Dies Irae. I do not want that to befall Mars.
>Mars is not the red rock, Kelbor. Mars is you and your people.
>With your people alive, uncorrupted, and with my knowledge, Mars can be rebuilt. "The Omnissiah knows all, comprehends all."

>>5666792
All three of those are true but I'd say the best would be something like:
>So that Humanity and the Mechanicus survive.
The objective is to concentrate all available resources on Terra to limit the wound that Horus will inflict upon humanity as much as possible. If Mars tries to stop him then it will face his might alone and if they don't then they forsake the rest of humanity.

>>5666812
>support

> Write in: With this, Earth shall become as Marrs was. Mars shall be saved from destruction and we shall rebuild it new and perfect from it's ruins.

>>5666792
>Mars remains
We need the dragon in one piece after all...

>>5666792
whatever wins, i want it mentioned that it wasn't an easy choice to make and that Rogal Dorn, the stoic and honorable pretorian of Terra has Promised for terra to give its support to Mars rebuilding.

>>5666792

>If Horus attacked Mars as it's was, the cult would be destroyed. If the cult fights alongside the Imperials, there is a chance the cult will survive.
>This is the best chance we have to rebuild all that has not been lost yet. This is the logical action to take.

>>5666792
>To make sure Mars remains

>>5666792
>To make sure Mars remains.

>>5667028
TalOS should have also promised Rogal Dorn that he would help rebuild Terra if Dorn died I'm surprised he didn't.

>>5666792
>To ensure the survival of Mars.
>Mars is its people, its knowledge and artifacts.
>"The Omnissiah knows all, comprehends all."
Nothing will be lost so long as the Omnissiah survives.

>>5666792
>>So that Humanity will live

>>5667112
>>Support
The Omnissiah taketh, and the Omnissiah buildeth again.

So Mars Remains
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Humanity's Survival
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The Omnissiah responded curtly and without error within his voice, +If we keep Mars equipped with weapons it will draw the attention of Horus and his fighters. If we try to fortify our home then it will be destroyed by the will of Horus at great punishment to his cause. In the end, he does not need Mars, he only needs Terra.+

Cold rationalism was within the voice of the Omnissiah as he spoke. Such a term, the Omnissiah Speaking, was indeed the correct term to be used if Kelbor was to compare his experience with such a being to any other. He was fluent in the tongue of machines by virtue of his own tongue, not by using Machines to augment an already existing voice.

It conveyed the emotions of the Omnissiah’s thoughts well enough. One could reasonably see this as a cold declaration might have been the only thoughts for the being. They were not, however, for instead the traces of pain and anguish flowed like heated oil through the air that carried his communication to Kelbor.

The Omnissiah did not like these turn of events. He did not enjoy seeing everything their people have built being stripped away for what was the war of another people. They had been pulled kicking and screaming into the War by the actions of others and now must forfeit their home because of it.

+Have you arranged its reconstruction?+ A logical question for Kelbor to then ask, for they needed some foresight of the future to make it through the present.

+If I am still able to interact with existence as I am now, then it shall be done by my hands.+ The Omnissiah spoke simply, +If I am to become inoperable then Rogal Dorn shall take my position as builder. I had found these terms acceptable for our participation.+

Kelbor took in the information with caution. His eyes scanning the possible outcomes that were now presenting themselves to him. It was not a hard determination, +It was a good deal. If his prowess is used Mars shall be greater than it ever had been.+

+Such was a reasonable thought. Things are dire, even to myself, but if we survive than we will be facing the darkness ahead of us with a grand light.+ The Omnissiah answered as he looked in the direction of what Kelbor knew to be Mars.

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Kelbor kept his silence to allow the divine to think about whatever he wishes. If it was anyone else he would have been annoyed at that prospect but the Fabricator General both respected the man the Omnissiah was and was still a fervent follower of the Cult Mechanicus. To him there were some things that were but cloth over the eyes, stuff like the Emperor being the Omnissiah. These were however set dressing that a majority of his followers understood.

It was known that the Omnissiah had yet arrived. That the Emperor was not the divine they were waiting for. Only the being before Kelbor Hal now fit what he thought the Machine God’s Prophet would be and especially as he appeared in their darkest hour.

Finally the Omnissiah turned to face the Fabricator General of Mars once again, +My apologies. Even during these dire days my mind drifts amongst the stars.+

+I cannot expect a being like yourself to care for only us here and now.+ Kelbor admitted with what might have been too much humility for someone like him, +You are the Omnissiah, a Prophet to all of the Mechanicus. You wonder for there is more to reality than what I see.+

+You are correct, deeply so.+ The Omnissiah agreed, +This fight is not only on the material front but the mystical and metaphysical. So much is bending and turning that it is hard to keep a staunch defense on all fronts.+

+Then allow me control of your servants, those who follow us as I have before.+ Kelbor placed forward to his Prophet, +If you must fight elsewhere than I shall assist you.+

+Do so.+ The Omnissiah simply answered.

Kelbor gave a firm knowing nod as he declared next, +What shall be my parameters? Is there a focus on the forges and complexes upon Terra?+

>Food Production
>Ammo and the arms for them
>As much manpower as can be salvaged.

>>5667739
QM, is it implicitly understood that if Dorn dies, TalOS will also be the one to help rebuild Terra?
I'm curious why that argument was rather one sided. Does Dorn believe himself invincible?

>>5667740
>Food Production
Always

>>5667740
>Ammo and the arms for them
It's going to be a long siege

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>>5667740
>Ammo and the arms for them
Food is a non-issue. This will not be a traditional siege. Horus does not have the time, nor desire for that. He'll want to decisively take Terra, not watch it starve, lest Perturabo and Roboute encircle and destroy him (which is the plan)
Manpower is not bad, but manpower has the problem of morale and food. Many Auxilia swore to the traitors in fear and desperation, or become bloody sacrifices.

The Machine Spirits of the Machine God will defend Terra. They do not break, they do not starve, they need no rest. Only the ammunition to feed them. Let there be a Sentry-Turrets behind every plate of brass, let there Automated-Lascannons and Rapier Laser Batteries and the ammunition to supply them. With the Omnissiah itself on the field, Scrap-Code will not avail the foe.

>Food Production
Manpower weakness: Nurgle, Slaanesh
Ammo Arms weakness: Vashtorr, Tzeentch
Food weakness: Nurgle.

>>5667742
If Dorn dies the rest of their brothers will take care of the Imperium. TalOS does not have that luxury.

>>5667766
Not even Perturabo eh? Ah well. Was hoping all that time leading the Federation and the stuff we've done for him might give him a little compassion for the Mechanicum, his brothers Church and people.

Hope he's enjoying leading our Federal troops. Really think they'd match well his calculative style of war, only with even less corruption than his own sons.

>>5667740
>Ammo and the arms for them

>>5667740
>Food Production
we stripped mars for everything we could we already have a surplus of weapons. even if our brothers arrive quick as they can it will still be weeks or months at the earliest.

>>5667766
Would building automated defenses need a write-in or would that fall under "Ammo and Arms"

>>5667740
>>Food Production
Come on, we Blood Angel'd Mars and we still need weapons and ammo? I DOUBT it!!! And manpower... I'd rather have civilians being grinded to ashes and snorted by Fulgrim instead of conscripts with lasguns getting WOLOLO'd by every demon there is. Really, whats up with chaos being able to corrupt anything by proximity? Where are the null nobilite when we need 'em damn it!! CHIRON ASSEMBLE

I hope our psyker sons end up coming to terra.

>>5667793
I'd like to know this too. My action was for automata defenses, not just "more guns and ammo".

>>5667796
Honestly the "Manpower" thing could also refer to servitorizing them. This would eliminate any risks of traitorism as well as reduce the food consumption.
I just doubt the Emperor, Malcador or Dorn would let that fly.

>>5667798
The Lanterns of Charon have always been in Terra no? Probably kicking some serious ass in the War in the Webway (fuck you Magnus)

>>5667804
>This would eliminate any risks of traitorism
As long as they have a soul, man. Even if their cogitators can keep controlling the brain, then the scrap-bullshit will take over...
>>5667798
They never left terra

>Food Production

We're a Genetor. We're also the Omnissaiah. Focusing on food security will grant us independence from any shenanigans the enemy can try, and Horus will be forced to confront us or he'll starve.

Essentially a reverse siege.

"We're not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with us."

Engage system denial pylons!

>>5667810
Well, firstly, now that we're here our presence can fend off the Scrap code.
Secondly, worse comes to worse we can eat their soul

I'm just pondering how we will ensure a siege this time vs what Horus does in canon.
Which is mount assault after assault, take Surface-to-Orbit defenses, and threaten to flatten the Imperial Palace with one more round of bombardment.

The loyalists there were mere *hours* away from Horus rear and driving him off. However, simultaneously, Horus had the option of nuking the Emperor. He didn't want to do that because he preferred to beat the Emperor in a fight and take Terra (nuking the palace might have dire consequences to that webway rift).

It boiled down to the wire then. What will happen here?

>>5667932
Thats quite the question. Maybe T4L0S will sacrifice himself and turn his body into a bullshit shield, or he will teleport himself and Horus to the Sun

>>5667941
>Maybe T4L0S will sacrifice himself
Cringe and heretical

>>5667966
There won't be a victory without my blood being spilled

>>5667740
>Food production

I am concerned about water. This should mitigate it.

>>5668023
Sacrifice his body, give up every drop of blood if you must. But the brain must survive.

>>5667740

>Ammo and the arms for them.
We need weapons and ammunitions capable of penetrating power armor. The other options are valid, but I think the high priest of mars can be more impactful this way.
After all Tal0S and Dorn can solve the other two without problems.

>>5667740
>Ammo and the arms for them

Food Production
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Ammo for the guns
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Little surprise no one wanted to force the increase in manpower. My idea was Skitarii but eh.

Well, theoretically, if TalOS deems that food is going to be our issue that's a good thing. It might mean we actually can compel Horus into a siege.
>>5668284
Can (good) Skitarii even be raised in a year? It's more than just cybernetic augmentation, there's a lot of religious indoctrination involved and a degree of intelligence required. Their elite skirmishers not grunt troops.

Augmented conscripts perhaps

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+Food, without it the people of Terra will falter from the onslaught of my brother.+ The Omnissiah spoke with firm affirmation, +We are not only fighting a war in the physical sense. We also fight my brother on the metaphysical front where ideas carry weight. When Horus comes the Imperial Palace will be filled to the brim with not only refugees of the Mechanicus but those of Terra itself. We cannot let sedition take their ranks.+

+So we will bribe their citizens with food in their stomachs.+ Kelbor answered as he gave a nod, +This way we will avoid the great upheavals of military forces as well as citizens revolting against the Emperor upon Horus’s arrival.+

+It also gives my brother a way to solidify his stratagem of defense.+ The Omnissiah declared simply to the understanding of Kelbor.

+I shall make sure that our forces follow these orders. As is standard we will give other matters consideration for we have plenty of munitions to create.+

+There are Astartes, Skitarii, Knights, and Titans who all need munitions.+ The Omnissiah agreed.

Kelbor looked upon the Omnissiah for a moment in study and wonder. He realized that he was having what was a relatively simple conversation with the divine being of the Cult Mechanicus. A being who was a myth simply talking to him.

Considering this he wondered if there will ever be a chance to do this again. Then he wondered that there was really nothing else to consider when ti came to such a fact. He was to be a machine within the Cog which shall defend Terra. In doing so he shall ensure that the Cult Mechanicus remains as according to the survivor’s will. Placing his bets on such survival on not only his divine but another Primarch was doing well to hedge these bets.

He only needed to do what he has done for most of his life. Organize the massive mechanism of the Mechanicus for the purpose of war.

If he was a Princep or Knight then maybe he would see this as a great honor. As a Tech Priest though he did not have such vain glories.

+It shall all be done upon for I am the Fabricator General.+ Declared Kelbor Hal as he decided that he shall live up to his namesake. The ultimate duty of his station to fulfill the divine duty of production.

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Activity within the Imperial Palace was incredible. Every foot of brick was used by the people navigating its halls to find the utmost utility. If even a single foot of space was wasted for something like convenience then that would spell five thousand pounds of both food and munitions lost.

Many of these movements were being articulated by the Fabricator General of Mars who was now manning logistical duties. It was not the Emperor or Malcador who had organized the initial supply fleets but Kelbor Hal. Even as TalOS had taken the role as envoy of the Mechanicum to the War Council Kelbor had selfishly kept the keys to what was the logistics of a Crusade within his pocket.

Only Roboute Guilliman could claim to have better knowledge in this field than Kelbor. However Kelbor had forty years more experience against the Primarch in addition to his knowledge of manufacturing.

As Kelbor worked his wonders Mars was finally cleaned of its rememants after a month of work. Never had a planet been cleaned so clearly of all pieces of working metal or automatons. Not even the natural passage of time would have so cleanly erased the existence of mankind upon the planet of Mars as the Imperium had.

The Omnissiah was happy with this. Not that it had happened but that it was completed. Horus Lupercal would find that Mars, which upon his command was driven to revolt, was no longer a safe haven for his craft or a potential den of resources. He would not even bother to send a detachment down upon the Red Planet or waste a Cyclone Round upon the planet. It would be a great waste for a planet which was turned into a wasteland of nothing but water and red dirt.

As his duty here was done the Divine decided it was time to arrive upon Terra. He had been holding off this for he knew exactly who was waiting for him upon the planet and the request they would thrust upon him.

After all, beyond everything, they feared what was the truth of the Universe would go out.

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The Omnissiah once again traveled the golden halls of the Imperial Palace. They were heavily modified from times before thanks to the hard focus mind of Rogal Dorn. Stairways were given hard walls to form places of cover while numerous places found themselves reinforced with rockcrete. So much rockcrete was within the Imperial Palace now that fifty eight point three percent of it was now covered with fortifications.

The one thing that the Omnissiah noted to be the greatest change of them all, was that there were no longer thousands of pieces worth of artwork. Hidden away in the deepest parts of the palace for when the times are brighter.

The Omnissiah walked towards a part of tarnished gold doors as a man would. He knew to keep things like his own divinity hidden from the general population lest it started a war immediately with the occupant of this room. He was discrete as could be so that only the rumors of the Omnissiah were spilled out of the mouths of his Cultists. Those, he knew, were easy for the Terrans to deny.

And as he opened he looked to see the one who made the Terrans say as they said sitting upon a chair, “Welcome, TalOS.”

“Malcador.” The Omnissiah gave a courteous bow to the man before entering. Malcador the Sigillite was now reflectant of his several millennium old age. Those winkles were but canyons upon his face and his hair was so gray that it was coming close to white.

Such a state was expected for Malcador was no longer able to devote focus of his mind to bodily restoration. Even as the Omnissiah approached and took a seat at the same locaiton the pair of them conversed so long ago Malcador was giving psychic orders to his people. As the Omnissiah sat, counter to what he should have been doing, Malcador was forced to focus upon the existence that was the Omnissiah.

“What have you become, TalOS?” He asked simply, “To become…”

He was at an honest loss of words. How else would one be when the avatar of the Machine God appears within the room with you.

>A God?
>A Prophet
>Extra-Ordinary Creature with the ability to control Space itself.
>Simply more than man.

>>5668314
>A Prophet
More specifically, a messiah. A promised savior.

>>5668314
>Extra-Ordinary Creature with the ability to control Space itself.

>>5668314
>An Ark
"I am what you designed me to be Malcador, one who who holds the gift of knowledge"

TalOS is the living connection between Mankind and the very embodiment of knowledge in the universe via the Void Dragon. He is an STC database given from, the waking dreams of the Dragon which inspire mankind to new heights. The sum knowledge of Mankind, even that of the Necrons, now lay within him.

This appeal will work on Malcador, I feel, for the Sigilite's existence was dedicated to the preservation of knowledge and of mankind. Much like our existence now is too.

>>5668314

>Extra-Ordinary Creature with the ability to control Space itself.
The only thing that can change fate.

>>5668314
>Loyal
>Extra-Ordinary Creature with the ability to control Space itself
Fill in the details for him if he needs it

Remember when QM had put a tiny nation management where there were the nobles, knights and priests? And it wasn't as relevant as it seemed at the time?

>>5668314
>>A God?
What aren't WE but a God? T4L0S is one with his god, and they are the same. Just because the salt is dissolved in the ocean it doesn't mean it stops being there.
Why are you fags not voting for this option? Did you forget the things T4L0S and Malcador spoke about? The machine god IS a god, and the chaos parasites aren't.

>>5668314
>Write-In: An Ark
I like this answer. What Tal0S is can change depending on who you ask, a God, a Prophet, a creature of great power. What's more important is him as a knowledge keeper. The Machine God is knowledge itself.

>>5668332
>Support

>>5668314
>A God?

>>5668314
>An Ark

Yeah. They knew what they were doing. No reason to be so surprised by the result.

>>5668314
>A God?
I imagine TalOS with dagoth urs voice

>>5668366
Yes, we were at 5/5/5 I think. I wonder how this has affected Perturabos dice rolls.

>>5668314
>Write-In: An Ark
He is the end result of what they designed him to be. A bastion of knowledge.

>>5668366
Its when I realize that it was going to extend the game at least 5 extra months that I stopped.

>>5668366
That itch for managing the Federation could be scratched again in a side quest one day. If all goes well.

>>5668314
>A Man?

We may have become bonnded with the Machine God, but we are still fundamentally a man, vulnerable to death and bound to one day pass.

We are not Eternal.
We are not Invincible.
We are a Man

>>5668741
I like the sentiment, although imo the ability to be killed does not necessarily mean one is not a god.
Even the Gods can die.

The Eldar Pantheon, some of the C'tan (The Flayer), the multitudinous minor gods of mankind swallowed by the Warp.

>>5668755
i would say that the C'tan can't die, because the only reson why the Flayer was able to be "killed", was because they literally removed him from reality, thereby also removing the concept that it was intertwined with.

the rest that you mentioned are less "gods" and more beings that are immensely strong, but aren't important for the existence of reality. You can kill a Eldar god and reality will be fine. You can kill a warp entity (be that one of the minor ones or one of the big four) and reality will be fine.

Remove a C'tan? you now have a wound on reality that can't be healed.

>>5668783
To be fair, in the case of some C'Tan, it can be said they are the wound and removing them would be for the best.

The Nightbringer brought about the terror and fear of dying, where as before he existed the Eldar and most living beings had the comfort of knowing (and not having Slaanesh)

However, given the curse the Flayer imparted to the Necrons even upon his removal from the galaxy, it's probably not worth the effort.

The C'tan were created beings who adopted the and became the essence of certain concepts, but I don't think removing them would necessarily remove said concepts from the galaxy. Eradicating the Flayer didn't remove the existence of hunger for example, despite him being the C'tan of hunger and flesh.

>>5668640
Solid decision. /qst/ is a narrative medium. Making a system a fundamental driving force is... yeah

>>5668796
>The C'tan were created beings...
what do you mean by created? They always were there, full of awareness but void of cognition

>>5668843
The C'tan were nothing but non-sentient gaseous lifeforms sustaining itself on solar radiation until the Necrons siphoned them into bodies and gave them consciousness. It was only after this and accumulating power and self awareness that they were able to adopt various aspects of the material realm, such as Death, Technology, Hunger, Whatever-Outsider-Does, etc.

They were not the essences of these concepts since time immemorial, but became them.

>>5669057
*The Necrontyr siphoned them into bodies, they were still organic at the time.

>>5669057
I thought they were sentient before the necrons put them in robot bodies. It's just that they didn't do much other than eat solar radiation.

Just checked it out and the lexicanuim state they were the first intelligent life in the warhammer universe.

>>5669079
>>5669073
Eh, sentience I can accept. But they clearly did not have the raw godlike powers and identities ascribed to them as proper C'tan. The difference in power between what they were and what they became is staggering.

>>5669081
It's because 1.) They were now not losing energy to the vacuum of space 2) their power were now concentrated in a smaller space 3) they found souls to more "nutritious" than solar radiation.

>>5669088
Don't forget they suddenly had more processing power in the form of insanely advanced computers and access to all the knowledge about the universe the Necrontyr had assembled until then, thats one hell of an upgrade.

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>>5669088
Looking it up, it does seem they did have a lot of raw power.

Do you think however, before they were put into the C'tan bodies, they had such identities and concepts like "Death"/"Technology"/"Deception". I feel like these things would have come only after they were able to interact with the material universe, and prior to that they were simply just.. .gaseous lifeforms really infused with solar energy but otherwise not embodiments of concepts in the universe. The concepts having come later that they adopted, rather than being inherit. Consider that the Necrons were already dying before bringing in the Nightbinger, and had to use Technology to give the Void Dragon his form, and so on.

It isn't impossible they were the concepts before but simply powerless prior to having bodies, but it doesn't seem to fit with the theme of them essentially being just solar parasites sucking up the power of suns.

>>5668332
>support

>>5669104
I like the idea for C'tan that they are what they eat. Like how chilling with martians turned Void Dragon into Machine God. Machine God who seems to be now motivated by the intricate flavours of his religion. As opposed to Void Dragon who fed on Necrontyr mechanisms.
I think the part were QM said, in a Machine God Vision, something along the lines of: the chaos gods wouldnt exist if us C'tan didnt muck about.

>>5669191
It does make sense.
Nightbringer liked eating the souls of the dying, so he became death. The Necrontyr Death.
The Deceiver liked eating those who tried to scheme and manipulate for power, so he became a schemer and manipulator.

Despite that the Void Dragon is not himself a Warp Entity like the Chaos Gods, he is somehow able to feed on the religious gestalt of the Mechanicum, and so changed from the Void Dragon who was the cold Necrontyr Machine Lord, to the human Machine God well and truly one and the same. TalOS does not worship "the Void Dragon who had been posing as the Machine God all this time, but is the Void Dragon" but worships "The Machine God who was and is the Void Dragon, but is very much THE Machine God also in every sense of the word both religious and figurative."

Hopefully that is currently the case and I've not misread, right?
The Necron's may have abandoned him, shattered him, but Mankind found him and he has become a God again and protects his new worshippers. Like the transformation of the 40k Emperor.

Prophet
>>5668315

Extra Ordinary Creature
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An Ark
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Demi-God
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A man
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>>5669215
Looks like Ark wins.

Tal0s is officially claiming to be the Ark of the Covenant!

Which covenant you may ask? The one between the Mechanicus and the Emperor.

Ironically speaking, even here the god of the christians is still telling the Emperor.

"Still here bro. Religion or not. Giant Sentient Star Eater turned machine god or not. Forgotten or not. Chaos Gods and Primarchs or not. I'm still here"

ALternately: "Remember the church. Remember Uriah Olathaire "

Talk about being unable to escape the Buddha's palm.

I think the Emperor would be the only one to get this.

>>5669219
We do like melting faces.
And Necrons do have that ancient reliquary mystique too!

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“An Ark.” The Omnissiah told his uncle with a firmness of vocal actuations, “I am the epitome of the Covenant that was made between the Emperor of Mankind and the Machine God. A symbol of that agreement manifested to serve the Imperium in what is the darkest hour of need.”

Such words spoken by the Omnissiah did not seem to temper the mood of Malcador that much. The Omnissiah might have given Malcador a way out. A method of denying what it was that the Omnissiah, who was once TalOS, represented in the context of his understanding of the Universe. That understanding did not match reality.

“The Ark of the Covenant.” Malcador easily placed into being what it was the Divine Being meant when he said those words, “You use the allegories of previous religions to try and make sense of your existence. It is illogical, TalOS.”

“Then you will deny what it is I am.” The Master of Machines and Man said simply, “What I am today was the ultimate result of what it was you wished of my existence. A person who achieved the greatest understanding of machines. It is only now that I understand the Material Universe to be the greatest machine of them all.”

“This is not what we wanted!” Malcador fired back with a fury within his heart. It was not overly loud for the man's lungs were already well atrophied so that he could at most speak in a raised voice, “We wanted you to be someone who would bring the Mechanicus to the fore, someone who would help to enlighten everyone to the facts of the Universe and bring about the next age of innovation!”

“Which is why, when I was being created, that you turned me into a psyker who understood machines perfectly.” The Omnissiah attested to the facts that were presented to them.

“Yes, that was the goal. The idea.” Malcador admitted as if the fuel that was his raging fire escaped his being, “We…”

The words were not escaping the mind of the Sigillite. Not because he was failing to articulate them but that he did not dare say those words. They were extremely damning words forged from the mistrust of a man whose entire existence was built upon a single fact.

“You should not have allowed me to explore the concepts of the Motive Force.” The Omnissiah announced to the one who he would still gladly call uncle.

Malcador looked as if all anger was swiped from him by those words. A sentence stolen from his mouth that might have damned any relationship he would have with the person standing before him. The Sigillite simply gave a nod as he reached over and poured himself a small cut of alcohol.

“Do you wish for a drink?” Malcador asked in a gesture of good faith. An attempt at a olive branch.

“Yes.” The Omnissiah responded.

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The Omnissiah was, for most matters, classified as a C’Tan Shard. A Shard of the Machine God and thus a piece of the divine being. Unlike other shards though, this shard was the only one that TalOS, the Worshiper, truly inhabited. This was what made this shard the Omnissiah.

Divine in this state, not needing food stuff and drink, the Omnissiah took in the concocktion. He enjoyed it for not the alcohol content but the taste of it. He could feel at all levels the inspiration, faith, and knowledge that had gone into creating this vintage. How the berry was developed thirty four centuries ago by the hands of a Roman upon the steppes of his homeland of Italy. That, instead of the more physical pleasures, was what the Omnissiah enjoyed.

“Ignorance is our enemy.” Malcador announced as he took a drink, “Both myself and the Emperor were curious about what it was that you were discovering. The Motive Force was a concept that I did not take too much stock into thinking it to be some play by the Warp. That the Cult Mechanicus had a belief so hard that it manipulated the fabric of reality itself.”

The man took in a sip of his glass. Such words were powerful admittances for someone like him to make, “The Emperor saw it in a similar light. He told me of his battle against a Dragon that was in truth an extraterrestrial lifeform that he did not fully understand. Thus he believed that your discoveries would bring to life the truth of the Dragon and being illumination.”

“It is a dangerous method with all the knowledge that he holds.”

“I agree. However we had reason to believe that the knowledge you were gaining could not come to harm us. It was the forces of Chaos, those of the immaterium, that were harmful to us and you were immune to their influences.” Malcador looked up to the Omnissiah, no, it was TalOS he was looking upon as the next words were spoken, “Beyond all others it was you who we saw as Loyal. No matter what road you took, that loyalty was to be manifested.”

“Such words even as someone like Fulgrim and Lorgar turned from the light?” The Omnissiah pressed forwards as a probing counter, “Fulgrim was inspired by the Emperor and many said Lorgar was the most Loyal. More loyal than even Roboute or Rogal.”

“If that is what you believe then maybe you are still fallible.” Such words were but a saving grace to Malcador. He began to build a concept that ‘The Omnissiah’ was not a god in the sense of omniscient, “Lorgar only worshiped the Emperor because he was programmed to. The same with Fulgrim, placing his ideals of perfection upon a man who is not perfect. They did not believe in the Galaxy the Emperor was crafting but the Emperor himself. You, as TalOS, believed in the vision of the Imperium. A vision that it was Mankind who shall rule the stars, not God-Tyrants.”

“Such a desired future is behind us now. You already know that for you have seen the seedlings of the Imperial Cult who see the Emperor for what he is.”

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“I have talked to them.” Malcador collaborated the statement of the Omnissiah with those words of his own, “It seems you agree with them.”

The Omnissiah gave a nod to those words, “I worship the God of Machines, a Material God. His domain in the grand scale of the cosmos does not include humanity. His purpose aligns with Humanity but he did not rule or guide them. It was the Emperor of Mankind who built a Rule of Law, it was he who smited those upon Bablon in their foolish attempt to conquer the world with words, and it was him who watched silently as Humanity went to the stars.”

“But he is a man. He does not watch over all mortals and neither does not hold any true sway upon their souls.” Malcador countered.

“In a sense neither does the C’Tan. We, for I am for the most part a member of their kind, can never truly die. We grant souls oblivion within our gullets if we feel hunger and many of them do not care for the affairs of mortals.” The Omnissiah admitted, “But we are Gods because we are the Masters of Reality. I both serve and am the undisputed Master of Machines. Is the Emperor not the Master of Mankind?”

Malcador’s brow rose as he understood not just those words but the conversation they were now having, “You already know what I am going to ask.”

“I do. My foresight is limited only against those who fully gave themselves to Chaos or are themselves Chaos. I can see it, if with what might be with an unfocused lens, the Emperor fighting within the Webways against a horde of Daemons. He has attempted, and failed, to seal a wound within the webway created by Magnus the Red.” The Omnissiah nodded as he felt his lens change slightly, “With him are the Custodian Guard and my loyal servants. The Emperor needs to leave and is now testing his options on who can guard his lines.”

“He knows you are strong enough to hold the line.” Malcador informed the Omnissiah.

“Which is convenient for it hides my existence from the eyes of those who are ignorant of the truth. That way you can still try to maintain the reality that there are not Gods and somehow force Chaos into submission.” The Omnissiah said, “But that is convenient to you but not the true aim. The Emperor needs to sit upon the Golden Throne and seal the webway, which requires a warrior who will fight to assist in clotting the wound.”

“There is one thing I wish for you to know, Omnissiah.” Malcador spoke such a term firmly so that the point would be made, “I will not force you. I know it will torture him till the end of days but an era where Mankind believes him to be a God is preferable to the damnation of Chaos.”

He had damned himself with those words. The Emperor, whose soul was tethered with Malcador, knew these words were spoken. It was an honest betrayal of their ideals that both of them shared. However in difficult times like these, men have done worse than go against their ideals.

>Fight in the Webway
>Prepare for the fight on Terra.

>>5669263
>Prepare for the fight on Terra.
Don't know what each option means

>>5669271
>Fight in the Webway
Disappear into the labyrinth that the Emperor made and fight lots of Daemons and a couple of Daemon Princes. Will not be Interacting with those on the surface much I have plans thought since the Omnissiah is a C'Tan.

>Prepare for the fight on Terra
Stay above ground and make the Omnissiah's presence known. This will likely confuse a lot of people, if not the entire Terran defense force. However one cannot deny a God on the Battlefield.

>>5669273
I'm staying with my choice then.
Thanks for the quick clarification.

>>5669263
>>Prepare for the fight on Terra.
honestly I never liked the emperor's fedora tipping variant of atheism.

>>5669263
>>Prepare for the fight on Terra.
Sorry Big E, Malcador the Bro, T4L0S became way more than you can chew

>Fight in the Webway
>Ask Malcador to tell our father not to falter. There are no second chances here. Only sacrifices to be wasted upon the altar of indecision.

>>5669263
>Fight in the Webway

>>5669263
>Fight in the Webway

>>5669263
>Fight in the Webway

>>5669263
>Fight the good fight in TERRA

>>5669263
>Fight in the Webway
We are a god! We are the truth! We reveal ourselves when the time is right, take this as a favor Malcador for you are still our uncle

>>5669263
>Fight in the Webway

I don't want to completely ruin the Imperial Truth.

>>5669263
>Prepare to fight on terra

It'll damage the imperial truth but it will keep the imperium alive.

>>5669261
>“I agree. However we had reason to believe that the knowledge you were gaining could not come to harm us. It was the forces of Chaos, those of the immaterium, that were harmful to us and you were immune to their influences.” Malcador looked up to the Omnissiah, no, it was TalOS he was looking upon as the next words were spoken, “Beyond all others it was you who we saw as Loyal. No matter what road you took, that loyalty was to be manifested.”
What is Malcador accusing us of here?

>>5669263
Option A
This will be our death, if not the Emperor sealing us in the webway behind him, the webway itself might detect our c'tanic energies and trap us. Major paranoia over this decision. Which we should probably do for loyalty sake.
Option B
Seems like more Primarch Interactions.

>>5669260
Huh, you know, the analogy i was referencing to was more Noah's Ark like the Ark Mechanicum.

But well, it isn't explicitly stated that's what the Ark in "Ark Mechanicum" is referring to either. Perhaps every one of those vessels, holding an STC themselves and a powerful intelligence, are also little covenants made between Mankind and the Machine God.

Eitherway, the Ark of the Covenant and Noah's Ark served the same purpose, a vessel to protect that which is sacred and important: the continuity of sacred Mankind itself by which without the contents of either is Man doomed to damnation.

>someone who would help to enlighten everyone to the facts of the Universe and bring about the next age of innovation!
Well, let's be real, that is still what TalOS is doing. Just in his own way.

>>5669261
>That the Cult Mechanicus had a belief so hard that it manipulated the fabric of reality itself
Well, see, at least in our defense our methods of manipulating the fabric of reality technically are the rules of reality. No different from science and technology. It's their warp stuff that defies the laws of the universe and manipulates the fabric. Though I suppose there is also an argument that the Warp is also another aspect of reality, but fuck da warp

>>5669273
Can we at least know which option TalOS thinks is the most likely outcome where he survives?
Or the less likely that he would die?

>>5669263
>Pick the option in which TalOS seems most confident about his survival
Not sure yet without a bit more info/thinking about it.
It feels like the Webway isn't a bad option, demons are the natural enemy of a C'Tan and as much as the Webway may try to trap us never forge the C'tan also mastered Webway via Dolemen gates. Theoretically, Vulkan still lives and is on the way.

But the surface, while exposed to the traitors, has the benefit of the buddy system with Dorn and whichever primarchs manage to make it to Terra. Ideally Perturabo. No Primarch has ever died fighting side by side with another, it's always been in foolish solo campaigns.

Like. . .entering the Webway alone.

>>5669263
>Fight in the Webway

The Crux of the matter is that with the loss of the forbidden city, the Emperor has lost the war against CG. If MC will win there, humanity then can travel the stars without warp. So the options are: pyrrhic victory or valiant defeat. I choose victory

>>5669263
>Fight in the Webway

>>5669263
>Fight in the Webway

Let the dream live, if for but a moment longer

>>5669601
Nano Is Tal0S still able to use his abilities as Pariah? Because if the answer is yes, the first option turns us into the Doomguy of this universe. I would even feel a little sorry for the demons.
Seriously I wouldn't be surprised if Tal0S shows up at 40k with this answer.

>>5669263
> Fight in the webway

>>5669263
>Prepare for the fight on Terra.
I want us to be there when Perty rocks up with the cavalry

>>5669639
The problem is getting lost in the webway/warp is the classic method of getting rid of a loyalist primarch. Leman Russ, Jagatai Khan, Corvus Corax, possibly Vulkan all got lost after original HH. Something could happen to TalOS in there and then he's "never heard from again" even if there's some epic battle. What we need is an option that ensures TalOS doesn't get lost or die but maybe disabled like Lion or Roboute did.

>>5669685
I know Vulkan supposedly died after the War of the Beast btw. But even if he survived as a perpetual he went mad or became a hermit again.

>>5669626
There are other ways to travel the stars without the warp. Emperor just wants his way because he wants humans to emulate the eldar way.

>>5669583
We trusted you because you were loyal and had the same goal as us. That unlike Magnus TalOS would know if there was danger that could turn his loyalty around.

In this they were correct, however TalOS because the one thing they did not want. He became the prophet of a God. While they still have the same goal, their understanding at the means this happens have diverged. However in times of treason and war, divergence is to be tolerated.

>>5669699

So in more stable times the emperor would just delete Tal0S, even after everything he's done for him?

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>>5669716

Can we at least talk to him one last time considering we're going into the labyrinth? If only to find out how he feels knowing what awaits him in the future.

>>5669263

>Fight in the Webway.
It's time to put the doom playlist on for the next ten thousand years.

>>5669699
We could have just as well started our own TalOSian Treachery, if old horus didnt beat us to it.

>>5669263
>Whichever option TalOS feels he'll survive more
>Preferably on the surface unless TalOS thinks his chances better in the webway
For lack of a better idea hopefully TalOS knows the way.

>>5669263
>Fight in the Webway

>>5669737
I think it would be funny if lorgar and talOS were on the same side

>>5669686
This protagonst was killed. BUT HE SURVIVED
peak 40k writing. Who is reponsible for coming up with the idea of perpetuals? Give me five minutes with them in a room with no windows

>>5669824
Except that's literally what happens to all the chaos primarchs and no one bats an eye. They are effectively demon perpetuals. It's not even asking TalOS to be a perpetual its asking to let him join the survivors of the HH.

Like Angron literally gets killed and revived 8 weeks 8 days and 8 minutes right? And he's still one of the more popular primarchs. He even got a bit more this story by killing Khan.

>>5669263
>Fight in the Webway
If we fight in the webway, malcador won't die

>>5669846
I agree... Demon primarchs are killed and reappear and loyal primarchs are alive but ABOUT TO RETURN for 10000 years...
Well the books exist to sell minis so whatevs. Good stories are written in good books.

the emperor is so going to lock us in the webway.

>>5669263
>Prepare for the fight on Terra.
I feel no need to support the Emperor's Imperial Truth that is going to fail with or without us.

anyone else suspicious that all of the 1 posters (without a name) (all 7 of them) on this vote only voted for fight in the webway. then again we are only 4 updates into the thread and I'm a paranoid fuck.

>>5670020
Sadly this is like the 4th vote so we cannot restrict people on this fact. I do not believe this is the kind of vote however that people would fuck with.

Fight on Terra
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Fight in the Webway
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>>5669601 - I must have scared you guys too much early on.
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>>5670067
Someone do a count to verify for me.

>>5670067
I will point out, did not expect this to be the decision. For those that fear that the Omnissiah will be trapped in the Warp, don't be.

13 for the warp battle

7 for the realspace battle.

... I just realized that we've placed the emperor in canon timeline position.

40k here we come.
To eat your souls.

>>5670106
You guys did, surprisingly.

>>5670106
Yeah, T4L0S effort can be summarized as "and the custodes, the sisters of silence and T4L0S fought gallantly to keep the demons at bay" more or less the same? Yeah maybe T4L0S will push the demons back...

I want to discuss what forces will he bring into the secret dungeon. Chiron? Definitely. Steel Guard? Definitely. More dreadnoughts please. Null nobilite? Fighting and bleeding in the federation. What am I missing... where are the null marines we had? Maybe that never got off prototype phase and they remained in Xana. What about the Chiron guys that we subjected to a century of torture with null fields in order to test the theory that their souls might reverse their polarity? Hmm... Will we have titans and knights with us? Don't think so. Solely because of logistic issues, because I know those gates are damn huge. I miss D3X and UZ1... Lucius is somewhere tho, maybe butting heads with the Fabricator General of Mars.

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There was a good amount of knowledge that needed to be weighed upon this decision. Indeed it would be the one which will determine the next year or so of developments for himself and the Imperium as a whole.

In the end though he recognized it, “I shall do so. I shall travel to the webway and secure it for my Father.”

Malcador looked confused and concerned as those words were spoken, “Then you will travel to the Webway away from the sight of the people?”

The Omnissiah gave a nod to those words, “A Divine’s duty at many times does not involve them being seen or witnessed. Their duty is often hidden from the view of their peoples and worshippers. That is what I must do, so it will be done.”

“That… that is good.” The Sigillite admitted as he nodded his head with thoughts flowing freely through him, “Then I shall guide you to the project.”

“I know the way already.” The Omnissiah informed the Sigillite as he rose to his feet once again, “There are some things I need to do before I am to disappear for a year. Orders that need to be given out and those who need to know where I am going.”

“If you can be quick about it then do so. The sooner the Emperor can return to the Golden Throne the sooner we might be rediscovered by one of your brothers.”

“You are correct.” The Omnissiah answered as he glanced into the wider galaxy with his foresight, “I can see them trying to reach Terra with all of their might. They are lost though, lost among the riptides that the Chaos Gods have sewn within the galactic fabric.

Upon those words the Omnissiah struck reality and folded it upon himself. It was with ease that he slipped into a mirror reality, a fragmented dimension whose development was so little that only the Necrons and C’Tan were even able to exist within its domain.

Malcador simply watched as the Omnissiah was there one moment before disappearing in a haze of green light.

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Just as he said information was delivered to those that needed it. They were all in some way followers of the cult and as such knew the priority of this messaging better than a mortal would. In it the Omnissiah made his new duty known, that he will be fighting off forces of the Immaterium on behalf of the Emperor and that secure that flank from attack.

As the Omnissiah expected they all agreed with the words given. Even Kelbor Hal, who might have taken some issue with it, was placated by the explanation that there were enemies beyond their comprehension that needed to be fought. If anything they expected their Lord to do this exact thing.

There was only one who the Omnissiah knew would not take this terribly well. It was the reason that he teleported out of the Imperial Palace and was now located on the rampart that was near Lion’s Gate.

The place was swarming with Imperial Fists and Mechanicus Automatons trying their best to build up the reinforcements that were needed to defend the place. Let it be firing holes or sturdy walls that could withstand any kind of bombardment that could come close to the walls.

Here the Omnissiah stepped out of a simple doorway where none were looking. His divine visage was hidden away underneath the robes of gunmetal gray and red that were always worn by the man who he also was. His approach was seamless as the Imperial Fists that were present knew who he was and the Automatons knew that worship was done through labor, not groveling.

Rogal Dorn turned to face his brother, “Are there ways through the Imperial Palace that I am not aware of?”

“Your work is seamless. The method I used to arrive here is impossible for our foes to employ.” The Omnissiah answered his brother.

“Are you sure? From what I have seen upon Mars we are fighting things that no longer obey the laws of the Universe.”

“Your worry is justified but not warranted. As long as the Void Shields are active the enemy will not be able to cross into this domain as it is scrambled. If they tried, I know that the Void Generator will have them generate into the walls of your fortress.” The Omnissiah said as he gestured towards the device he spoke about.

“Then we are good.” Rogal Dorn answered.

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“My brother,” The Omnissiah spoke as he forced the air to shimmer. In doing so only he and Dorn could hear one another speak in this moment, “I wanted to inform you that our Father fights in the Immaterium in the wreckage of a project he thought would end all of our troubles. He needs relief and I shall be the one to give it.”

“You will not be available for the coming siege.” Rogal realized quickly.

“No, for the most part I will be fighting within the Webway.” He spoke frankly and without secrecy so that his brother knew him to be genuine, “We cannot seal the wound, not yet. For the wound within the Warp has grown so wide that it will require multiple millennia of work before it can be fixed.”

“We do not have that long.”

“Which is the reason I plan to push them back far enough that I might have a chance to return in assistance.” The Master of Machines presented, “Even our damned brothers would see the prospect of this battle a sentence to an eternity of fighting but that is not the case for myself. The Webway was once conquered by the C’Tan and I see how time might be spared within the coming year.”

“Are you sure you can do that?”

The Omnissiah shook his head in the negative, “I can leave and enter the Webway at anytime. The C’Tan had learned the secrets to that art during our battle against the Webway’s makers. The issue is whether I gain a great enough success to retreat to another battlefield.”

“Good.” Rogal Dorn turned himself fully and walked to be only an arm away from his brother. In the next moment the Omnissiah was gripped with a hug of from what was genuine affection. He made sure to return it and pat his brother on the back as he did so.

“I do not want this moment to be the last one we meet at.” Rogal Dorn answered, “But I understand if that is the route you must take.”

“I pray that it will not be the case.” The Prophet of a God said as they broke apart, “All I ask from you is that Particep Semper is moved to the Saturnine Gate.”

“It will be.” Rogal Dorn answered.

With those words agreed upon the Omnissiah disappeared and folded reality multiple times. After the thirty fourth turn, he was within the webway. And the Webway was at war.

>Recover the Fallen!
>Charge at the Hordes
>Son and Father, for once shall fight together.

>>5670116
Damn... I want T4L0S and EMPS fighting side to side, but the two will FUCK with one another's powers... mostly T4L0S dampening at Big E, because we know he will go full null....
>Charge at the Hordes. TEACH THEM THE MEANING OF TRUE DEATH

>Recover the Fallen

You think you have infinite numbers????? Taste necron bullshit, you spiky fucks!

The war in heaven is back on!

>>5670116
>Son and Father, for once shall fight together

It's poetic and epic in equal measure.

>>5670116
>Son and Father will fight
Maybe we can eat the Drachynen instead of Emps having to thrust it in a custodes to just fall into Abaddon's hands

>>5670116
>Son and Father, for once shall fight together.

Too cool to pass up

Sadly it also appears Vulkan may have well and truly died. He should have been here to give us and Dorn a hug by now.
But what will the Emperor use for his doomsday Deadman nuclear button now?

>>5670116
>Recover the Fallen!

>>5670160
maybe that is the recover the fallen option.

>>5670173
The most hilarious thing QM could do is have Luther and half the Dark Angels show up.

>>5670177
it also could be Russ.

Are we underestimating the enemy? They may have lost Peturabo, but with Ferrus Manus dead and his legion dispersed, wouldn't they have sufficient traitor tech marine equivalents? Courtesy of the former Iron Hands?

>>5670193
I think most of them went to the ultramarines.

>>5670193
>>5670231
Indeed, the time inbetween Ferrus Manus getting Rangda'd and the first heresying is many many years. In fact, don't forget he was deleted from memory. All of the memory

>>5670260
Speaking of SCP breaches, CHaos is kinda dumb about this sort of thing. What if they brought back Ferrus and ended up having to refight the Rangdan again and have released a terrible plague upon the galaxy as they are secretly fighting a two front war against the xenos and the Imperium.

>>5670116
>Recover the Fallen!

>>5670116
>Recover the Fallen!

>>5670307
In a twisted sorta way that is the plot of the Pharos and the Tyranids.
Though it is debatable whether the Tyranids attacking sooner was actually better for the Galaxy than if they showed up later.

>>5670116
>Recover the Fallen!

>>5670116
>Charge the hoards

CONSUME THEIR SOULS

>>5670116
>Recover the Fallen!

All other family members can fight, but only one can raise the dead.
https://youtu.be/-AFdwoyNT24

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>>5670116
>Son and Father, for once shall fight together.

>>5670116
>Recover the Fallen!
Two ca play the resurrection game

>>5670116
>Recover the Fallen!

It's a good opening move.

>>5670116
>Recover the Fallen!

>>5670116
>Recover the Fallen!
I hope we can see Vulkan.

CHARGE!!!
>>5670122
>>5670383

Father and Son
>>5670130
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>>5670145
>>5670429

The Fallen
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>>5670127

As the Dead sell their Souls, they shall serve eternally.

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The Webway was a creation of those called the Old Ones. An amphibious race of highly empowered psykers who had immense powers. The easiest comparison to their might would be the Emperor of Mankind, that while the Emperor can still die in a sense they could simply deny death their due through sheer power of will.

It was their minds that forged the galaxy to how it is today. Through their actions numerous races were born upon a whim and it was their judgment that had ultimately doomed the Galaxy to the fate it had today.

One could describe it as the Sin of Hypocrisy. Here the Old Ones had created a plethora of races for their own enjoyment and played with the Motive Force as if it was theirs to temper with. When the Necrontyr, hearing of their skill in psychic might, requested those who held the ability of fate changing they were denied. The reason for that denial was that by doing so the Old Ones would be altering what was natural.

This decision was what ultimately set the galaxy to its current course. But one has to wonder if this decision was really hypocritical or something else entirely? Yes, it led to the extinction of the Old Ones but being such powerful psykers they should have known this would happen. All futures should have been easily witnessed to their mind’s eye and averted.

So, the Omnissiah reasoned, the Old Ones chose this fate.

Breaking into the Webway would have been hard with technologies belonging to the Necrons. None of them except the Doleman Gate were built specifically to interact with the realm of souls. In the laters times of the War in Heaven however gave the secrets the Omnissiah used and every discovery in teleportation Humanity had further solidified his ability.

Walking into the webway to him was only a tad harder than accessing the warp. Where he could appear anywhere within the warp with ease when he entered the Webway it was like trying to fall upon a pin while falling from space. A normal being, even the Emperor, could not achieve this feat. The Omnissiah could.

So the Omnissiah walked into the realm seeing the battle that was taking place. With a wave of his hand the machines and mechanisms that were used to help pierce the membrane of the webway were closed so that he would not cause another front of battle.

With that he flew towards the battle with weariness within his mind.

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Explosions sang and blood rained all across the fields of battle. There were fortifications but these fortifications were simply the numerous bodies of the Daemons who had fallen in battle piling themselves above the heads of those present. A gross and almost hedonistic use of the dead but these were desperate times and bodies proved to be the most ready resource next to machines.

Those that fought on the frontline were the Custodian Guard. When the Daemons of Khorne quickly made their dive towards the front lines of the Emperor they were already acting upon the approach of the horde.

Polearms raised above their heads, each of the Custodians swung in perfect formation three times the millisecond that the Bloodletters made contact. One attack sliced into the chest of the first line, instantly killing those that were bloodthirsty enough to charge at the front. Another slice was a return strike, leading the blades up through the chest of the next line with a seamless death on another line. The next line of horrors soon met their fate as each of their heads were chopped off.

Perfect technique, each of them. They held the front line clearly and without error amongst any of them. You could not accuse one of being too slow or one of being too fast, they were perfect in their technique and that was what they were bred for.

Around their line was the augmentation of automata and Astartes. The Custodians had formed a three rank deep formation which was followed by Tanatar Siege Automata and Kastelans. He watched as both of these creations of war tore into the forces that were approaching, softening the blow that was to be expected by the Custodian Guard. The Thanatars for instance sent large balls of plasma sailing above the Custodians and exploding amongst the ranks of Pink Horrors what had been trying to pelt the Custodian Guard into submission. The Kastelans simply threw fire above the heads of the Custodians, torching those foolish enough to approach with a respondent overwatch.

Next to these weapons of war were those that the Omnissiah realized shared blood with him. The Laturns of Charon raised their hands and pointed in the direction of their allies. No lighting or smiting came from any of them, instead the golden Custodian Guard glowed brighter as their already perfect strength was augmented to divine levels only approachable by the Chosen of Gods.

But even with all of this, after several tosses by the beings who served foul powers, Custodians fell. As they did, from the shadows warriors dressed in mortal patterns of power armor emerged from the rear and slaughtered those who had pierced the line. In doing so they quickly recovered those that were fighting.

The Omnissiah watched all of this, seeing his Father at the front most line taking the fight against the Daemons.

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With a small drift the Omnissiah approached those who had fallen. Their bodied string out behind their fellows as the ranks were closed once again to form the wall of perfection that the guardians were known for.

His appearance was quickly realized by those that were present not counting the guard. As for the reason the guard did not care for the appearance of the Omnissiah, he was sure it was because of the Emperor in some form. Those, like the Null Nobilite and Tech Priest quickly took positions around him. The Tech Priests kneeled while the Nobilite poised themselves for an attack.

They did not launch that attack though. The reasoning was simple, that many among their ranks recognized the face of their founder upon the Omnissiah’s visage.

The Omnissiah reached the body of the fallen and gripped it. He could hear it, the dissipating soul of the Custodian who was serving alongside the Emperor. Tenderly within his hands the Omnissiah read the entire history and all the names that the Custodian held in his service to his liege. In doing so the Omnissiah impaired knowledge of the situation and who he was to the Custodian.

It was after this study that he spoke, “Soul of Orion, you have fallen in battle against the hordes that threaten your sovereign. You will die with no ability to serve your Lord once I release your soul into whatever depths of the Immaterium your Lord has created for your kind. Thus I ask you, Orion Librus, do you wish to continue service? In doing so you will lose whatever can be called an Afterlife, but you will serve the Emperor.”

“Even in Death, Our Duty is to Serve.” The dead spoke.

“Rise.” The Omnissiah declared as he took a piece of his body and trapped the soul into it.

Those on the outside would swear that they witnessed the gunmetal being bleeding a single drop upon the corpse of the Custodian. Then they witnessed as green lighting began to consume the Companion of the Emperor while his body spasmed.

Soon though the Custodian Guard rose from his place with green eyes. The place he was injured, a slice in the gut, was repaired with silver while the rest of his body remained golden.

With the resurrection completed the Guardian quickly advanced into the grouping of Guards and resumed his place in combat. Such was to be expected for the Machine God has had Epochs to realize what went wrong with the Necrons and how he would improve them. The first realization he had was simple, that they needed souls.

Thus, the Omnissiah bound the Custodian within his suit of armor. It was unstable and would likely fail unless the Omnissiah was nearby, but that was exactly what needed to happen.

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The forces of the Emperor slowly became reinforced one after another with the hands of the Omnissiah touching each and every one of them. The amount of venerable souls that the Gods of Chaos were able to eat upon as they fought were none as the Omnissiah was easily able to reclaim both the soul and the body for their reincarnation into damnation.

Let them be the Custodians, Null Nobilite, or even some Machines of the Mechanicum. Each of them had their bodies infested with necrodermis that was perfected specifically for the use in organic creatures. To create a legion of warriors that were both Loyal and Sapient, for after those eras of watching the Necrons bicker amongst each other from above the Machine God theorized that there missing souls was a problem.

Without a soul one cannot change. For Necrons they could in some ways develop but that was because of the soul-like echoes that were within each of them. These were the same kind, to a much stronger extent, to the echoes that were within the matrixes of the Abominable Intelligences.

Both of these lifeforms could change but they could not fundamentally adjust. No Necron was ever comfortable within their bodies while those of the Mechanicum had grown addicted to their bodies.

It was during one of these actions that the Omnissiah flew above a breakage in the line. A horde of Juggernaughts had thrown themselves into the line and blew through the Custodians in a rampage. Just as they were brushing a path through the guard a group of Lanterns intercepted the Daemons and reached forward. In doing so the Daemons vibrated and some disappeared, becoming nothing as they were banished back to their Gods. Still, through that breakage one of the Lanterns had lost their life.

The Omnissiah as many of the others held his soul within his hand. He gave him the knowledge he held and was about to speak the terms before the soul spoke.

“Father…?”

>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you
>Indeed I am. Let me bless you with eternal service
>I am both your Father and the Omnissiah. Even as a wayward son you know what I mean.

>>5670924
>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you
Even after ascending, TalOS is still the best dad

>>5670924
>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you

So proud of our boys.

>>5670923
"In doing so you will lose whatever can be called an Afterlife"
Awww, well, at least he can take comfort in joining the rest of our Mechanical faithful into the Data Vaults of the Void Dragons being.

"the Omnissiah bound the Custodian within his suit of armor"
C'tan Rubric Custodians? Neat!

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>>5670924
>Be of good cheer, my son, for you make proud Fabricator General, Father, and Omnissiah + Be blessed with eternal service
Imagine being so lucky that you get words of praise from your general, your leader, your father, your prophet, and your God all in one AND immortality plus a guarantee into the Mechanicum's afterlife.

>>5670924
>>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you
I... it's awesome... but I am used to seeing space marines dying in gruesome ways and being fine with it. Them not dying is... weird

>>5670949
I'm more concerned if giving them a soul gives them vulnerabilities that the Necron's don't have.

The Null Nobilites should be fine. Theoretically, they'll become True Necron Pariah's (without the flesh bits).

But uh, well, what about the Psychic Lanterns? It doesn't appear they will get to stay psykers. They might end up being normal warriors.

>>5670924
>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you

>>5670924
>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you
Hes still getting Resurrected right?

>>5670924
>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you
Back with the necron milk and cigarettes boys, what did i miss?

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>>5670924
>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you

>Indeed I am. Let me bless you with eternal service

The reward for a job well done is more work.

>>5670924
>Your father is here, and he is proud of you

>>5670924
>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you

Love is enteral in these dark times.

>>5670924
>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you
They sacrificed many things for us, it’s time for us to give them something back

>>5671215
Err, are we though?
These Lanterns of Charos have been serving as Support Psykers for 150ish years. It's quite attached to their soul.

To go from Psyker to Null just like that. . .

Then again, Grey Knights do so. And they do not complain. So maybe it's not so bad.

And they have confirmation that their soul shall never go to the Warp, but enter into the Vaults of the Void Dragon.

>>5670924
>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you

>>5670924

>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you.
Good job boy.

>>5670924
>Your Father is here, and he is proud of you

Your Father is proud
>>5670926
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>>5671461

Blessed be Service
>>5670944
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The Omnissiah paid witness to his child, taking a moment of thought to realize just who it was he was about to bring into the greater fold of the Universe. In truth at the beginning the man known as TalOS was terrified of his own progeny. Not that they would overpower him, but that none of those at the present time could properly teach them.

Without proper teaching their damnation would have been assured. The Chaos Gods taking pieces of their faith and technique to slowly corrupt them into a final vector that would spell the damnation of several worlds. The Worshiper suspected this and even thought it could be greater from the xenos techniques that were witnessed by him. Thus he banished them from his view to those who he trusted.

In this moment, the Worshiper realized that he was once again reunited with his wayward sons. And seeing them here today gave his already strong heart a burning of emotions.

“That is I, Cassidus.” The Omnissiah spoke as he held the soul tight for a moment, “I am proud of not only you but all of your brothers for what you have become.”

The Soul, in what should have been its final moments, glowed with awe as it paid witness to who it was he spoke to. An acknowledgement that was long since denied given as an answer to the child’s deathwish. None would deny its value in it.

“My Son, I ask you, will you be willing to fight by my side? To fight back the terrors of the warp so that others can stand tall?”

The Soul did not waver as it spoke, “I shall.”

“Good.” The Omnissiah said as he placed the soul back into the body of the Fallen Astartes.

Green lightning erupted from the body as the Astartes slowly rose from his demeaned position. In a bound he rose upon his feet and raised his hands high into the air to call upon the psychic energies that were still at his disposal. He was no longer bound by the simple restrictions of a mortal soul and body, his body given a new form under the watchful eye of the Omnissiah.

Green power infused the Custodians before him. Lightning danced across their armor as it shocked the incoming Daemons with a baneful fury. A few of them even dissipated from that simple strike as the Machine God watched to witness such an act.

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The Omnissiah wished to continue his recovery, to attempt to bring back the forces that were the only thing keeping back the forces of Chaos from infesting the Imperial Palace and making all the labors every human has placed into the Imperium a Waste.

As he floated in search of another soul he noticed something at the corner of his vision. A small raven-like bird who should not have been so deep in the warp. Another second’s worth of study revealed the bird to be a crow of modestly unusual size to the understanding of the divine being. He then realized, in the next second, that crows of terra had been extinct upon terra since AI had rebelled against mankind.

It was this thought that caused an Omnissiah Axe to appear within the hands of the Prophet and attempt to strike the now transforming bird that was now materializing into what was a giant creature of death and murder.

Its talons were as long as a human’s arm and death the size of hands. It appeared with a gaping jaw that was obviously meant for the sheer pleasure of killing instead of anything more practical. Even Nurgle’s minions, as grotesque and sickening as they were, did not break from the conventions of evolution nearly as much as the creature who was now bearing its death at the Omnissiah was.

The Master of Machines was quick and brought the hilt of his axe to deflect three of the dozen tentacles that were approaching him in rapid succession. He failed to get all the strikes he wished and felt his body stabbed several times at a single side by the creature’s arm length nails. As it tried to go in for the kill though the Omnissiah quickly brought his weapon and sliced half a foot deep into the maw that was about to eat him whole.

While fiendish in making and form the creature still suffered from pain. It quickly released the Omnissiah and used whatever could be counted as Gravity to drift itself downwards. The Divine Prophet tried to go down and follow up with a strike at the creature but instead of his blade meeting its flesh the Daemon sprouted a pair of avian wings just like the crow that it was before.

“You don’t bleed.” The Daemon said as it inspected its talons for any sign of blood, “Khorne would have been sad to see a creature like you, but I do not care. Something does not need to bleed to die.”

As the Daemon spoke the Omnissiah prepared himself for another bout. As he looked upon the ever changing form of the creature the Omnissiah knew instantly what it was.

It was Drach'nyen, the personification of Murder. A mockery of his brother, the Night Bringer, but still a formidable foe.

>Try and retreat to the Emperor
>Attempt to take it apart one piece at a time.
>Arrange the firing squad.

>>5671492
>Arrange the firing squad.

Guys. I don't know why everyone is equating your "Your father is proud" with resurrection?" yall know option two" blessed be service" is the resurrection option right?

>>5671492
>Arrange the firing squad

This isn't a murder. This is an execution.

>>5671492
>Arrange the firing squad
Rattle em boyz

>>5671492
>Arrange the firing squad.

>>5671492
>Arrange the firing squad

Heavy is the heart of a ruler who's hands must condem his people to death. Heavier is the weight of fire we're going to level at your ass, you crow like PARASITE.

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>>5671492
>Arrange the firing squad.
C o n c e n t r a t e F i r e p o w e r .

>>5671492
>Try and retreat to the Emperor
This is a Big Demon and Abaddons future weapon. OTL it does big damage to our Father.
"It was Drach'nyen, the personification of Murder. A mockery of his brother, the Night Bringer, but still a formidable foe."
I think TalOS means his brother MORTARION.
This is a troubling sign that TalOS' awareness is being subsumed.

>>5671495
what are you talking about, T4L0S resurrected him before speaking those words.
>Arrange the firing squad. >Muh 1v1. Yeah right, fire at 'em boys

>>5671495
wut, Sir he was brought back.

>>5671515
Its the Omnissiah, not just TalOS but also the Void Dragon. He is brothers to both the Primarchs and the C'Tan.

>>5671492
>Arrange the firing squad.

>>5671522
I cant help but be paranoid Senpai

>>5671492
>Attempt to take it apart one piece at a time.

>1V1 me bitch

>>5671492
>Arrange the firing squad.

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>>5671492
>Arrange the firing squad.
>OTHER: Have the Omnissiah try and craft Gloom Prisms, Null-Field Matrixes, and other items that will boost the local Null Nobilite and their ranged weapons, their contribution will be vital here
The Drach'nyen will not be bested by conventional fire. Even the mighty Adrathic Disintegrators of the Adeptus Custodes, perhaps the best firearms ever designed by mortal man, could do naught, neither could the Emperor slay it with psychic might. It was a creature born of the psyche and murder, whose essence is violence itself. More violence will only feed it.

Therefore its nature must be undone, neutralized, attacked at the fiber of its being rather than as a matter of raw firepower alone.

>>5671492
>Arrange the firing squad.

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I do find it funny that at the end of the day, TalOS still ended up being Horus biggest and worst headache. In between the way he stacked board of loyalist forces prior to the Heresy, ensuring that Horus had to divert more troops and efforts away form the main thrust to Terra, turning Perturabo against him, shielding Ultramar from the worst of Lorgar and Angron, and even preventing the Fall of Mars.

All the while TalOS himself hasn't even done him the service of facing him or his brothers in combat, let alone showing his face at all. He even got another primarch command his forces, perhaps the BEST primarch to command them in his stead, let alone that the Federation is as effective as Guilliman and Alpharius' organization without their Primarch.

He can't even ask his demon friends to predict where the fuck he is because of his separation from the warp and being a Null and he hasn't taken the bait of being lured back to the Federation. All the while we fill in the place of Vulkan's death by fighting the Webway War which also ruins Chaos attempts to attack Terra from within.

It will be hilarious if at the end of the war we never face him and he never got a chance to send a demon primarch at us. We were just a massive roadbloack from behind the machinations of our forces, which is exactly what was planned and incredibly satisfying.

In his own way, TalOS displayed that he wouldn't make a half bad Warmaster either. In the least, he proved himself to be The Imperial Quartermaster.

>>5672071

Nano, I think you didn't emphasize the dimension of the situation where Fulgrim and Lorgar find themselves in. They're fighting the equivalent of the first world war in space, no matter what they do they're completely fucked.
If they decide to attack in full force, Perturabo will "grind" their troops (the literal main tactic of his legion ). If they try guerrilla tactics, Perturabo can ambush and destroy them piece by piece (That reminds me that the possible most successful ambush in the warhammer universe history was done by him ). If they try to retreat guess who will be free to tear them to pieces on the way to the solar system? (The fortress will make a lot of difference in the final battle)
And worst of all, how are the traitors getting enough ammunition to continue this war? The Federation is safe and Ultramar is stable.
The only one I can imagine taking care of their logistics at the moment would be Angron, I don't think that he is doing a very good job at the moment for obvious reasons. Geez, I wouldn't be surprised if the emperor walked away from this heresy.

>>5672109
In terms of ammo, they will probably have to convert more quickly to warp based weapons so maybe they are using more daemon engines, more melee units and daemon powered guns

>>5672109
To add to these points consider the legions arrayed against us.

The Word Bearers are cut in half. Kor Phaeron, hardly the image of a brilliant commander, is having to try and pull of a calth and Ultramar campaign with half the WB and no World Eater support. Frankly the smart thing he'd do is not engage in up front warfare at all and *attempt* guerilla warfare. If the Dark Angels still scattered the Night Lords like in canon this is hopeless a fully intact Ultramar and now with Dark Angel and Blood Angel reinforcements and three primarchs against a mortal? If the NL beat the DA it makes a bit more sense.

On the Lucian Front Lorgar is not going to be able to snowball converts and heretics. Our people know the demon even if only by religion, TalOS was every bit the Zealous preacher he was, and most of all our people have the null nobilite and Blackstone to repulse the demon and warp element of scrapcode. Now we must pray that Perturabo, 4L4N and V4D4R with the aid of Calibre and TalOS excellent firewalls can win the war in cyberspace and safeguard the machine spirits.

Fulgrim? He may be more fanatical, but his already shriveled legion in canon suffered even more with animosity between them and the Admech.

Angron is likely a bigger threat here. Less logistics, but more the fact that he accomplished what he could not do in canon: Kill a Primarch and sacrifice Khans skull to Khorne. It is likely that he is no longer dying like in canon and maybe even preemptively reached his 40k powers.

We can only pray our Blackstone Fortress keeps his demonic hide at bay

Thank the Machine God Corvus is with them. I think he would be desperate enough to ask to recruit acillian style marines to replenish his forces given their ease of mass production. Unless maybe UZI or the Fab General helped with the Raptor Project. I'm just glad he's there to keep them safe from assassins

FIRING SQUAD
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>>5671951

Retreat to the Emperor
>>5671515

1v1 me Bitch
>>5671613
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>>5672137
not that it changes the vote but the second 1v1 vote is actually a arrange firing squad vote.

>>5672132
These write ups are great

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFcXob5iu-0
Since I know a few of you are into Marathon, probably should join to help fire off the damned trailer. If what I am reading is correct I question why I would bother. An extraction shooter is not Marathon. Where are the Phor!?

>>5672149
It seems that Nurgle infected the comments.
There are an awful lot of sevens ...
nasty

You know I also realize.
Fulgrim might have given himself to Chaos.

But Ferrus is dead, he can't sacrifice him.
And he won't slit Roboute's throat until after the war.

I hope he doesn't get his replacement kill between pert or Corvus.

Surprisingly we spoke so little with the Ravenlord but he ended up being a bro to us.

Wonder if Tyberos is still skulking outside the Galaxy and will hear any of this. Or if he will inevitably be eaten by nids.

OH YE GODS
If the tyranids eat Tyberos outside the Galaxy, they will absorb PRIMARCH DNA

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Talon against Axe was the dance the two of them held against one another as the Omnissiah faced off against the greatest sin that mankind had ever created. He could taste the sheer hate and lust for violence that the creature gave off as its enlarged jaws came just a foot away from his arm.

The Demi-God brought his weapon up and parried a slash that was going for his head. In this singular moment he had time shift just the smallest amount to allow him to escape another talon that was going for his legs. Using this small burst of speed the Omnissiah brought his axe over and tried to slice off one of the talons the daemon sported.

Drach'nyen saw this coming and morphed his body to reflect this. Suddenly an overextended talon became a black mash of ooze that had no discernable characteristic except that it was long. In the next moment the limb was drawn back into the center mass of the daemon like a moldable mass.

The Omnissiah did not threat and sent a rider in the form of his weapons pommel into the center mass of the First Murder. As the Axe was in someway the Omnissiah, he felt the sickening putrid pus that made up such an amorphous concept.

The first murder was something that the common man knew, and as such while everyone knew of the first Murder they did not know what form it took. It was this concept that empowered the creature into becoming something that was all things. A concept that was both form and formless.

As it was Murder, Drach'nyen knew the tactics of war. With its body impaled by the pole instead of the blade the Daemon threw himself forward in an attempt to slice at the weilder. A savage beastial attack that the Daemon had witnessed several thousand men commit in their final moments of life. The difference here was that Drach'nyen was not so easily killed.

With as the newest set of jaws sailed towards the divine, the Omnissiah quickly twisted and flew below the Deamon with the creature still impaled. When the teeth might have closed the divine slammed his feet into the jaws and sent a volt of green lightning through its entire body. Even if it was formless it still obeyed the laws mankind recognized, one of those being that lightning robbed the body of control. Thus the Daemon could not close its jaws upon the foot of the Divine with the Omnissiah rocketing towards the ground.

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The Prophet of the Machine God slammed into the ground with the same amount of force that he kicked into the Daemon. The ground did not reflect the impact or anything else, for the webway was in itself still the warp. And the warp never truly obeyed the laws of physics.

Drach'nyen was in hot pursuit for he could taste the chance. To gain vengeance for the strike that the Omnissiah had done to the Daemon and avenge the bits of blood which were now spilling out of its gut.

As it flew down the Divine prepared his blade in welcome, causing the Daemon to drift to the side instead of foolishly taking the Omnissiah from the front. As Drach'nyen touched the floor its wings were replaced with feet as its form was closer to a leopard. It stuck to the ground and dashed right under the strike by the Omnissiah, only losing a bit of its tale as it happened.

The Divine kicked and watched as Drach'nyen turned what was a stomach into a pair of waiting jaws to sink into the coming limb. The Daemon thought it had outsmarted the Prophet of Machines but then watched as the limb that was once a foot sharpened into a knife.

The Daemon was caught surprised and felt the bladed limb of the Omnissiah sink into its body. While pain shot through its body though the Daemon was already moving away from the limb and away from the body of the Omnissiah.

Drach'nyen’s eyes told the Omnissiah everything he needed to. It had realized that its target was far worse than it expected and that it was starting to consider a retreat. Unlike a Khornate it held the feelings of self preservation that the First Victim of Murder felt. Whatever surprise it had was gone and it tried to leap away.

The Omnissiah knew this was a moment he could not lose and with a push of his will caused the relationship between Drach'nyen and time to deviate into slothness. The Daemon was forced to watch as the Thallax Automatas and Tech Priests that had positioned themselves near this location firing upon him.

Lightning leaped from their guns and danced upon the flesh of Drach'nyen. The creature slowly convulsing as the attacks played with its body. Quickly it lost its feline form and became but a blob that was meaningless in concert.

It was then that reality broke around Drach'nyen. It was a Neverborn, a creature of the Warp, and as such imposed its will upon the area around him causing reality itself to break down. It was like a worm wiggling out of a hand holding it. Its puss becoming almost labyrinth before tossing itself at the nearby Tech Priest and murdering him. Blood and oil rained as it tore into the shoulder and drove daggers through the back of the Priest.

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Drach'nyen was injured, the Omnissiah knew that, but the concept of Murder was not something that could be killed. It was gaining so much power from the Materium as brother killed brother and betrayal occurred several dozen times a second.

He was, in such a way, the epitome of this war. Reduced to such a frivolous state the Daemon was still able to kill devour as it pleased. Even being a shard of a God the Omnissiah could not land the killing blow!

He watched then as the Daemon threw itself into the facial cavities of a nearby devotee. The next moment the being that he possessed was running while shooting a Volkite at the Omnissiah with little care for what happened.

The attacks continued but the Omnissiah did not care. With a thought he demanded the Machine Spirit to silence itself and the machine complied with his demands. In silencing itself Drach'nyen threw the weapon away and simply sank his teeth into a nearby Servitor. In an instant the flush that was Drach'nyen flowed into the body of the other and the Plasma Mortar upon its back fired with no rhyme or reason.

It was then that the Omnissiah realized what the Daemon was trying to do. As plasma rained across the area the Machine God’s Prophet willing a realm around him into a shimmer similar to a void shield. He could feel the impacts of each shot before he thrusted his hand forward and shattered the body that Drach'nyen was puppeted with a single pulse of thought.

However the Deamon once again bound hosts and this time found a Lantern of Charon. While they have had training to resist these kinds of possessions this was something else entirely. Drach'nyen was murder and thus not only powerful but very much a human experience that merged well with humanity.

In this bound they were one step closer to the frontlines and the Daemon’s escape. The wordless threat was clear, keep chasing and it will keep murdering as it wishes.

>Give into the chase, it faces the Omnissiah after all.
>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.

>>5672171
>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.

>Give into the chase, it faces the Omnissiah after all.

Shall we pursue Lu Bu?

>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.
We have not the time to spare on an unkillable Deamon

>>5672171
>Let him go
Do not forget our main objective here is to repulse demons and hold the webway.
Not chase after every noteworthy demon we find.

Also meh. Drachnynen is sad imo.
The essence of the first *human* murder? The Eldar were murdering each other by the billions before men even existed. He is an inferior Khaine who at least ascended from entity to godhood before his shattering. Is it any wonder he was bound to the equally pathetic Abaddon living in the shadow of Horus legacy?

>>5672171
>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.

>>5672179
Unkillable my ass. Any demon can be given a true death. Qaramar the demon of the last second at the end of time would have been killed by the Emperors sword if he didn't escape in plague wars.

Necrons and nulls can give the greatest of demons a true death

Besides, even without TalOS, in strange eons even death may die.

>>5672171
>Ler him go, there will be another chance to kill it
Loudly forgive him, it might hurt his psyche.

>>5672171
>>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.
>>Run my child, run as much as you can
Just like in cannon

>>5672171
>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.

Battlefield Ultramar:
>Guilliman
>Sanguinius
>Lion
>Legions
Vs.
>Nighthaunter
>Kor phaeron WB
>Legions
+condition unknown+
Battlefield Lucius Federation
>Corax
>Perturabo the Hero of Xana
>Mechanicus
>Legions
Vs.
>Fulgrim +Vulkan buff
>Lorgar WB
>Legions
+condition unknown+
Battlefield Sol
>Dorn (now with Boosted Morale)
>Mechanicus
>Legions
+condition unknown+
Somewhere:
>Horus/ Mortarion
>Angron +Kahn buff
>Vashtorr scrapcode?
>Magnus
>"Omegon"
Dead: Kahn
Dead: Vulkan

>>5672385
Dead: Alpharius

>>5672171
>Give into the chase, it faces the Omnissiah after all.

It goes with a threats because it's weak! For fallen and glory of Murdering The First Murder!

>>5672171
>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.
We are here to hold the line, not to get into duels.

>>5672385
Angron killing Khan
And if Fulgrim did end up killing Vulkan. . .(on top of going into Chaos without hesitation)

Man, for all they lack in military might, their Primarchs are definitely getting major character kills and truly absorbing the gifts of Chaos. It's kinda scary.

Only thing that could make this worse is if Curze ends up beating Corvus in the game of shadows.

>>5672171
>Let him go, there will be another chance to kill it.

>>5672149
>Private video
What am I trying to see here?

>>5672514
Traditionally Konrad was Fulgrims apprentice after being discovered by Emprah. In this timeline that bond could lead to him being Choas Night Haunter.

Let him go
>>5672174
>>5672200
>>5672201
>>5672221
>>5672234
>>5672512
>>5672773
>>5672179

Give into the Chase
>>5672408
>>5672176

>>5672953
>Traditionally Konrad was Fulgrims apprentice
I was not awares of this.
I'm very curious as to how that went, if it was in any books. They are just such radically different figures.

The Omnissiah watched as the Daemon raised the hands of its possessed and began firing into the crowd of warriors. The Divine was not a powerless bystander though and quickly ruined whatever mechanical functions the Daemon’s weapon could have released upon those fighting the Neverborn.

In doing this the Prophet of Machines knew that the Daemon was going to gain distance, but he did not advance forward towards it. He hated the fact that one of his sons and priest was lost to such a monster but simply chasing down the Daemon would force him to murder so many others.

Such a fact was evident as the Daemon threw itself over the phalanx of Custodians. A simple strike by what was surely a confused Custodian killed the Lantern of Charon. However the death of its mortal shell did not hurt the Daemon as he threw himself into the Horde of Daemons.

And just like that he was gone. Hidden amongst the hordes.

There was nothing yet the Omnissiah could do to track down Daemon at this moment. Being within the Warp was already messing with his foresight. Add upon that the presence of those that should not exist and the Omnissiah was simply blinded.

With a flick of his hand the Omnissiah awakened those that were killed indirectly by Drach'nyen. Small groups began to rise but none of those that Daemon had directly possessed were able to be saved by this manner. Their souls, from what the Omnissiah witnessed, were eaten by the creature. He would not bring them back as soulless husks.

He turned to witness the groups that were fighting now. It must have been a month worth of time doing by in his actions as a Valkyrie raising the dead back to life. In doing so a sizeable chunk, roughly fifteen percent, had been turned into the Omnissiah’s undying legions.

It was obvious now what he needed to do. Rising off the ground the Omnissiah glided towards his Father.

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The Emperor, as expected, knew that the Omnissiah was approaching before the two caught sight of one another. Both of them were in some way blind but both of them knew what the other felt like. That link between Father and Son never severed no matter how many changes and mutations the one known as TalOS subjected himself to.

The Omnissiah decided to float near the God-Man known as the Emperor of Mankind. In his current incarnation the Emperor was truly the Warrior-King that he played during so many periods of human history. From Alexander the Great to Caesar of Rome, the Emperor had a nack for choosing those whose significance was short lived through murder.

The one before the Omnissiah was close to what the Emperor was. He was born in a time where mankind was still fighting eachother with stone axes in the Anatolian plains. In that climate he was raised and learned the secrets of warfare.

But none played the Omnissiah a fool, for while this form was the closest to what the Emperor was there would never be a definitive form of the Emperor. Such a thing was impossible when the man who stood before the Omnissiah was but a collection of souls synchronized in a single mind.

Currently taking the form of a giant the Emperor was eye level with the Omnissiah. There was a pulse of psychic might from the Emperor, a probing action that would grant him the insight of what he was. Both the Will and the Worshiper accepted this intrusion, for in truth they had done the same to the Emperor but a moment ago.

“It was I who created the Prophecy of the Omnissiah.” The Emperor spoke as he looked sternly upon the being before him, “Marvec was a corrupt creature who was easily tempered, so I dominated him into creating a tale that would allow the Mechanicum and Imperium to integrate with one another. It was supposed to be a lie.”

>Lies can easily become truth.
>You are a God, do not think your prophecies are meritless.
>Then we thank you for making it.

>>5673022
>You are a God, do not think your prophecies are meritless.

I feel like this will spark a fight BUT its true.

>>5673022
>You are a God, do not think your prophecies are meritless.

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>>5673022
>Humor/Irony Response
>"Was it not said in old Aegyptus 'That which Pharaoh says is not an order but the truth. If the Universe does not conform to his truth, it is the duty of his subject to remake the universe until it did'
I feel like the Emperor was probably a Pharaoh at some point, in 40k it's been implied that Egypt looks the way it does because it was inspired by the Necrontyr. The Emperor would get the reference.

We probably shouldn't call him a God. And a bit of chiding humor could remind him, his son is still inside here as well as the Dragon.

>>5673022
>Lies can easily become truth.

>>5673036
>Support

>>5673022
First is too snappy, second is too agressive, third is too condescending.

I suppose something like what Nano said.

What Emps intended out of the prophecy is irrelevant, TalOS and Mag'ladroth made it real. Though I think he just wants to bitch and moan that things didn't go his way. I have no clue if the Omnissiah could help the Emperor get his head out of his ass since Chaos has made their play so the super ultra mega secrecy is redundant (still don't quite understand how warning the Primarchs would've messed things up)... or does he think sweeping this entire ordeal under the rug is still the ideal outcome?

>>5673036
>Support