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The time for the Heresy is upon us.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, the reason Perturabo did not kill Dantioch was because it would have been wasteful. He had already lost too many Iron Warriors and he was starting to hate the fact that so many of them died. He could lose arms, artillery shells, and even ships, but not Astartes. At least now if the entire fleet was lost there will still be Iron Warriors within the Galaxy.
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To think that such a defeatist thought came into the mind of Perturabo. He was The Iron Warrior. He was the one who claimed Olympia, the Victor of a thousand wars thought impossible, and the one who single handedly defended the East from the Rangdan! So many of these accomplishments he had done which were thought impossible by many within the Imperium.

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

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

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

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

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

But in a war like this where they realized that their execution date was likely not going to arrive, did they allow Perturabo a key to winning this damned war. By modifying a Gellar Field Array they were able to shut down the time warping effects of the Hurud and even some of their weapons, causing the devastation that they wrecked.
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It was here an idea began to form within the mind of the Primarch. It was a stupid thought that he did not have time to verify with either the Priesthood or the Warsmiths. But there was no time and the distortion which threatened the vessels of the Iron Warriors was coming closer and closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perturabo felt his mind’s eye return to his body. In realization, to his greatest shame, that he was now looking upon the Maelstrom for another moment in his life. As he stared at it, the Maelstrom stared back. And then it disappeared.
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When he saw the Maelstrom disappear Perturabo felt confused. He knew for a fact that the wave of temporal distortion should not have hit him yet, and for that he should suffer any effects of it. While the wave’s characteristics were the illogical mad-logic of the warp it was still moved at a relative velocity to the rest of the galaxy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The one thing Perturabo did not understand, on a fundamental level, was there were gods.
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The secrets of the Mechanicus, which had been guarded selfishly from Perturabo, were now on full display as he watched reality begin to change. The Wave which was turning the Galaxy into something from another era was now being dissipated. It was like a rock as the wave crashed into the presence of the Blackstone Fortress and simply began going around it. After so long and so many fights that Perturabo had to wage he was rewarded by the sight of another getting to close his war.

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

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

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

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

>Declare an all out charge
>Hold back to regroup
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
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"But he found he did not very much care. In exchange for his glory being snatched away from him his warriors were alive"
We... we did it!

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

No to cross our fingers and pray that TalOS has also been sending supplies or defensive measures in place to Olympia to prevent the revolt.
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
Are we playing as perturabo for this decision?
Better get everything in order and coordinate
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
too much has been lost.
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>>5627310
>>Hold back to regroup
>Other/Write In (QM pending): TalOS is going to consume the Hrud for their chronomancy
We don't have to specifically say that, per say "beware, we are going to create an intensive negative field to absorb the Hrud's psychic Aura". It's up to Pert to deduce if it was TalOS or the Fortress that did it.
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>>5627324
Just to clarify further the intent is "Perturabo regroups because TalOS strongly advised him too (because he's about to try and consume the Hrud in the local spacetime continuum)"
They can have their mass migration away from the death of the Universe. . .into our stomachs!
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>>5627327
Denied.
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>>5627328
Alrighty then
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>>5627310

>Hold back to regroup.

Finally our little brother has matured. By the way
QM, "was when the Emperor was near," do you mean that Tal0S presence is not strong enough to able to erase the maelstrom shadow?
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
The fleet is in disarray and must be reorganized.
>>5627328
Sad. It would have been a good opportunity.
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
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>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
This option is SO anticlimactic...
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>>5627392
You picked it though.
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>>5627393
I know!!! I feel so guilty for choosing it.
Imagine, a movie that features Perturabo with his legion and T4L0S is a secondary character that shows up and turns his world upside down everytime they meet. At the most critical moment, when the tides finally turned in Pert's favour because he is AWESOME and PRIED the secrets from the Admech... then the Hrud are detonating the sun out of spite and Pert watches helpessly as ship after ship blows up... and THEN the music changes and the camera cuts into the wide-shot of T4L0S fleet arriving at the nick of time. And cool time-warpy effects appear and everything changes for the better and now this is it!!! His arrival opened the chance to attack, now we CHARGE!!!
>Hold back to regroup.

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

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

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

I hope Alpharius is doing alright.
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
Let's not be 40k in our logic
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>>5627310
>Hold back to regroup
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>>5627648
The Hrud didn't cause Pert to fall.
It was the betrayal of Olympia and his reaction to it.

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

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

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

Still, there are likely other effects that saving Perturabo will do that QM has planned, for good or ill. I'm quite curious to see what interesting things he'll have in store by saving Pert.
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>>5627781

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

From my point of view the traitors have to be more aggressive in this timeline because if they hesitate, they will literally be "dissolved" from siege to siege until they are decimated and have to flee sooner into the eye of terror.
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>>5627825
Entirely possible. It all boils down on the strength and prowess of whoever Horus replaces him with, or if he takes a drastically different set of actions to the HH altogether.

And yeah, it boils down to whether or not Horus is still able to pull off his sucker punch on Terra despite our best efforts. Especially since we and our legion are the best when it comes to penetrating the impending warp storms by becalming the warp with our Blackstone Fortress.
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>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge
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>>5627310
>Declare an all out charge
Catch them on the backdoor
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Hold Back
>>5627316
>>5627318
>>5627321
>>5627322
>>5627338
>>5627374
>>5627392
>>5627752
>>5627765

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

Who are you people? What happened to all of you?
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>>5628256
We have them trapped in the Blackstone Fort's field, they can't warp out and they can't phase through time. Why not just bombard them in the cauldron? Also we can capture them instead. Just going in to cut them up in melee seems a waste.
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He could feel the anger boiling within his mind as he wanted to strike against the Xenos. To teach them a lesson that Humanity was indeed the supreme rulers of the Galaxy and that their little tricks were to be countered by the ingenuity of mankind. Frankly he could have cared less if it was a Priest who wielded such technology, the Xenos were a matter that Perturabo could not let live.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

+I am boarding your ship.+ Perturabo said before severing the connection in annoyance. New directions were given to the Iron Blood, for which led the vessel into one of the many loading docks that belonged to the Blackstone Fortress.
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TalOS knew that the Machine God’s will favored him above those of the other Gods. His arrival was as late as it could be without putting a major injury upon the Iron Warriors fleet. Looking across the fleet TalOS saw that a tenth of the Iron Warrior vessels had been damaged from the Temporal Distortion. The injuries themselves were quite unique thanks to the time flux, with the boarding parties finding crew members either turned to dust or servitors turned into children.

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

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

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

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

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

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

+It has.+ He barked with a fury before quickly closing the gap between the two of them, +Why was I not alerted that you were coming? If I had known you were approaching with your Blackstone Fortress I could have focused on a regroup in a closer system.+
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+That would be because the communications of the Warp are becoming more and more ruinous now.+ TalOS said simply as he sent a small datafile to his brother, +As you can see the Warp has become more and more unstable in just the last few days. We tried to have you hailed when we left Lucius but it seems the communications did not arrive in time.+

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

In truth, that might be the case.

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

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

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

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

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

>Tell him everything
>Give him what he thinks is the truth
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Sorry bro
Hands are tied
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>>5628268
I have a feeling the issue is choice ambiguity some times. I personally saw the choices more like
>Charge them NOW!
>Hold back to regroup (so we can join up with TalOS and make a final assault or assess the situation)

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

Which probably could have resulted in a very different vote outcome

See >>5628275 they are dispersing. I hope there's still a chance we can blast them from range even as they depart. They aren't going to get far without warp travel.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Let us not lie to Perturabo.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Orders are orders, even Perturabo would understand that.
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
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>>5628277
>>It is sealed by the Emperor.
>>5628290
>(so we can join up with TalOS and make a final assault or assess the situation)
I thought that too, oh well.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
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>>5628277

>It is sealed by the Emperor.

I can't wait for demons to show up everywhere so we don't have to keep secrets anymore. Besides that, we have to put Perturabo to sleep, that Ironically would help his psyche a lot.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
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>It is sealed by the Emperor.
> Promise to speak to the Emperor for permission.
>Try to get Perturabo's aid and help Alpharius with whatever time is left.

Guys. Can we go save alpharius?
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>>5628388
Too late, the saved primarch was already chosen
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>>5628277
Is this still considered Oath Breaking?
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything

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

We're still the best to speak about Chaos and handle the consequences here anyhow.
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
He deserves truth
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything.
>Let him know about the Classification of the info we are about to share with him.

Cmoon this is no time for screwing around, things are heating up and we'll only be around for a century so we gotta enlighten the right people to prepare for the heresy.
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
Tell him what we can and hint to it, but we will keep our word.
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
Get him to drink Navigator blood, like we did.
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>>5628277
>>Tell him everything
Pert deserves to know. He deserves to be trusted.
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>>5628277
>Tell him everything
It's time to GET THINGS IN MOTION
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor
Oath = Oath
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>>5628728
Prepare? The Horus Heresy has begun.
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>+Perturabo, the truth is... Gods are real+
>+Shut the fuck up T4L0S+
>+Perturabo, no cap+
>On god????
>On God.
I can imagine the exchange
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>>5628277
>>Tell him everything
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor
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We really need to give Perty some actionable intel if we're going to say that it's still sealed by Emp. Leaving him frustated is liable to get him doing dumb stuff to get the knowledge.
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>>5629002
"Come with us Perturabo, we're going to the Emperor. He will explain things"
Would this not work?
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>>5629038
That's a great excuse to get to terra... but I am not changing my vote, we will tell him NOW
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>>5628277
>It is sealed by the Emperor.
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Shush
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>>5628284
Tell
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I understand that some of you want to keep an oath but TalOS knows how close the Istvan massacre is. Chaos is going to more or less be in everyone's faces in less then a decade. Telling Perturbro will make us loyal to us instead of disillusioning him of the Emperor's wisdom.

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

Let's not keep an oath that has outlived it's usefulness, a chronomancer that has seen what play chaos will make wouldn't do it, so why should we.
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>>5629080
>TalOS knows how close the Istvan massacre is
I'm not sure he knows the exact details. More along the lines of the Emperor and himself just having a blank wall of unknowns. So acting on that is rather OOC.

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

"Loyalty is its own reward"

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

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

So if this means he just went a hard "NO" despite even TalOS and the other librarians advocating just for the Thousand Sons only to be focused on (something which really would piss off a lot of the loyalist psykers), our own Lanterns of Charon are technically no longer supposed to be doing there job. But it's never been mentioned if they were disbanded or returned to us. Really if they're still on Terra doing their thing, even Malcador and the Emperor are being massive hypocrites at this point.
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>>5629038
The Warp is likely to fuck with us as we transit though.

>>5629088
Perty just fought his Mitu-equivalent and I don't see Talos being inflexible enough to to not tell him about Chaos when the whole reason the oath exists is so that the martial Primarchs don't have to bother themselves with matters of the soul.
Perty will have the Warp in mind no matter what we tell him, so better tell who the Enemy are.
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>>5629088
>>More along the lines of the Emperor and himself just having a blank wall of unknowns
Dude he 100000% knows that CHAOS is behind all current warp fuckery. He had a long conversation with Orikan after all
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>>5629102
>The Warp is likely to fuck with us as we transit though.
That would be more problematic if we didn't have a Blackstone Fortress and Orikan's teachings to guide us. Between the Fortress, our own powers to becalm the warp, and theoretically empowering the Gellar Field we should have an easier time navigating than others.

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

Also Istvaan hasn't even happened yet, and we're probably going to be summoned to Terra anyway to deal with Magnus fucking up the Webway portal. So we might as well bring Perturabo and his legion with us for answers.
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>>5629102
>The Warp is likely to fuck with us as we transit though.
EHEM
>pic related
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>>5629104
We know that Chaos is going to do it, I never said otherwise.

But the exact course of the Heresy down to each and every event? The Dropsite Massacre? Russ' failed duel with Horus? The conversion of Fulgrim or Angron to demon princes? Every little detail? It doesn't seem like that, if anything QM has been saying TalOS was frustrated earlier because the stars aren't aligning like they should have been.
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>>5629106
>>5629107
That's a fair point.

>>5629109
We know that Chaos is going to cause a civil war through our brothers, so why not secure a brother now by just saying what Chaos is? We're the Primarch with the clearest picture on Chaos and Perturabo is at the position where he's looking for an enemy to siege at.
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>>5629118
Ever heard the phrase "road to hell is paved with good intentions".

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

This feels all too similar. Besides, again, it isn't the Hrud that cause Perturabo to fall. It's the Olympians rebelling and his decision to slaughter them all including his beloved sister. That's the thing that breaks him and what we would need to prevent to save him.
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>>5629124
The whole reason Magnus fell is that he underestimated the Warp and trusted it.
Trusting Perturabo with the nature of war that the Emperor and Chaos is fighting isn't really a road to hell in comparison to that. Least it'll do is dissuading him from siding against the Emperor in the civil war.
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>>5629124
We also don't know about Olympia, but we probably can just, support him when that comes.
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>T4L0S what would you do if Lucius betrayed you after everything you did for them
HMMM....
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Maybe we can also tell him that Horus has been sending him on suicide missions. The Hrud are not a threat that a single legion, or his legion, should have in good faith been sent to.
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>>5629315

I liked the idea, but wouldn't it be very meta for Tal0S to know that?
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>>5629080
He did the work for me since no one voted after this count.
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TalOS had to ponder if his next words would be the correct ones. Such weight was immense for it really would reflect the next few weeks on how they were going to interact. Would TalOS be open and maybe place his brother’s worries at ease, or to keep his vows as he always honored them.

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

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

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

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

It was sickening.

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

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

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

Their populations, which were now manageable, soon became the pickings of the combined fleets. The death of the Hrud has begun.
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If the Iron Fleet was decimated in that encounter the Iron Warriors might have found it impossible to bring about the next stage of conflict. That the Hrud had placed such a powerful blow, both psychological and psychical, that it would have set a deep scar within the foundations of the Iron Warriors.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This might have been worrisome, but TalOS had already spent an entire day’s meeting discussing war with the Warsmiths of the Iron Warriors. If his sons were any demonstration it was that the Iron Warriors were not sulking but thinking and stratagising.
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The Primarch studied the latest schematic from his brother and could only smile at the brilliance of the design. While the reasoning for the locking of knowledge was withheld from the Iron Warrior TalOS had shared with his brother the permissible items. As their idea was nullification it was perfectly safe to release the information to a Primarch like Perturabo. TalOS however held no qualms with withholding the information like they did, for it was not their place to make that decision.

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

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

These were the Remembrancers of the Imperium.

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

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

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

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

>Let them be, its a good ecosystem
>Have them start interviewing Proelitor
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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>>5629448
>Let them be, its a good ecosystem
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>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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If you guys do choose a remembrancer I'd like to know the kind. Just remember they are all kinds of liberal arts, so it can be a scupture, painter, pictographer, chronicler, or even an actual biographer.
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>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example

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

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

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

Let the Iron Warriors have their time in the sun. Glory to the Iron Primarch! Glory to the Sons of Olympia!
Also the Olympians in canon rebelled because Perturabo refused to send them victory propaganda. They were giving their sons away, but received no word of their heroic deeds, for all they knew they were dead so this could be the thing to stop that from happening.
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>>5629448
>H8
Wasn't he L8
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
They need it more than we do right now.
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>>5629480
>I don't care.
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>>5629483
He is such a small minuet character that I am not going to remember him.
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
Tsundere...
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>>5629448
>>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
chronicler or Biographer. Or the more fun one
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>>5629465
Chronicler or Biographer is good
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>>5629448
>>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them
Lucius and the Knights are already as famous as they are going to get. Didn't Malcador mention Frederick and Alexander by name when we first met? We have Federation remembrancers already. Let the undersung legion have their fame.
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
We don't need a biographer. There's already someone who has been with us our entire lives and knows us better than anyone else in the galaxy. We have a wife to write our autobiography.
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
Tell them its part of a joint effort from the mechanicum which will increase manufactorum morale which will increase productivity
Good press gets you more guns and bombs
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>>5629448

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

Harsh.
>Thus we find the reason for the tech priests Rebellion...... He was not remembered.......
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
Agreed on the points mentioned, the Federation was already doing remembrancers since the Reconquista. The Imperium is just playing catch up. TalOS is every kind of remembrancer he has footage of his life and can get data from every machine or print any kind of sculpture or book in the blink of an eye with chronomancy. UZ1 has focused on culture and history while TalOS is busy. Perturabo isn't going to do any of this for his legion without help.
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>>5629448
>Take up a remembrancer, to lead by example
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>>5629448
Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
Architects. Start a special Architectural School of Iron Warriors philosophies.
Perturabos University of Structural Sciences.
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>>5629448
>option D: we are a mega Pariah dont forget people.
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>>5629448
>>5629822
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
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>>5629448
>Start tricking/voluntelling Iron Warriors to speak with them.
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Lead by Example
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>>5629463
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>>5629795

Leave them
>>5629456

Iron Warriors, enjoy~
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>>5629975

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Were the words that escaped the Iron Warrior’s mouth as he said those words. In an instant he realized it, that in his excitement for meeting the Primarch of the 2nd he had somehow been tricked.
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“I do not wish to speak with you.” The Iron Warrior barked just like his Genefather would have, “I have a war to orchestrate!”

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

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

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

“You think that's a sacrifice?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>Battle tactics to be used
>Split into smaller fleets to hit and run the Hrud
>Doom fleet surrounding the Blackstone Fortress
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
Aha! T4L0S will bait them hard and then counter their fuckiness with righteous fury!! The backlash will fry their damnable central nervous system
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>>5630411
>Force an anomoly by herding them together
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>>5630411
>Doom fleet surrounding the Blackstone Fortress
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape!
Wild idea but a very long time ago TalOS was testing out the Singularity Cannons on the Onus Probandi and he remarked that "we best be careful this could create a black hole"

What if we did it on purpose?

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

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

It's also a theological triumph, the properties of the Materium besting even the entropic powers of psychic xenos! For not even their time powers can so much as affect a black hole.
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
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>>5630411

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

That sounds like fun, truly a moment of pure Dakka!
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape!
Crazy enough to work.
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... Tis in need of proper testing before battlefield application. Tis not the way of the Mechanicum

>Doom fleet surrounding the Blackstone Fortress

Also need to watch out for rouge old ones controlling the Hrud.
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https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Hieronyma
just saying
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>>5630411
>Doom fleet surrounding the Blackstone Fortress
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape
Don't tell me that TalOS and Perty putting their heads together and Calibre checking their calculations can't pull this off.
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape!
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>>5630411
>Force another anomaly event to happen by herding the Hrud.
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>>5630408
>Other/Idea: Create a Black Hole to suck the Hrud and their future ilk into its Event Horizon. Let none escape!
This idea sounds awesome! Let's use a fuck mothering black hole to kill them! DEUS MECHANICUS VULT!
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Herd them!
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>>5631440

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The one thing TalOS has noticed is that his brother’s emotions have been dampened heavily. Where once he was hiding his emotions now his sternness was being matched by his true outlook on life. Such reasoning that he tempered himself to be that way. He had done so to endure what must have been several years worth of trials.
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Those minutes were up and with a motion of his hand Perturabo had usurped control of the table from TalOS. Such control was given willingly, of course, but the Primarch did not bother to ask for the controls in person.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he was heading out Perturabo seemed to hesitate for a moment upon reaching the door. Whatever was upon his mind though was not spoken as he walked through the doorway without any further comment.
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The War continued as it was planned. When it came down who was doing what, it was Perturabo who was making the decisions on where formations went and how they were to engage with Hrud.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
>Stay back and do not say a thing
>Place the opinion after the deed is done.
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>>5631825
>Stay back and do not say a thing
>"It is your home, so it must be your decision. However I would advise you to clear you head first, I can taste your anger."
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>>5631825
>"It is your home, so it must be your decision. However I would advise you to clear you head first, I can taste your anger."
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>>5631825
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
This man fulfilled his duty to personally alert Perturabo, did not shirk the risk to come here himself when he could have done nothing, and obeyed when asked. He did not deserve to be broken half like the book.
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>>5631834
Support
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I should point out, this is about whether or you stop Perturabo from maybe killing this man. I am under the complete assumption TalOS is going with him to Olympia but that is next vote.
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>>5631834
This doesnt make sense because the option literally says "do not say a thing" but you have TalOS speaking. Is your intent to try and dissuade Perturabo for his actions?
>>5631840
I think QM is literal here. If he says "after the deed is done" Perturabo will crush him like in Hammer of Olympia. Unless you are okay with that.
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>>5631825
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything
Don't shoot the messenger.
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>>5631825

>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.

I've deleted my old vote and changed it to this one.
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>>5631851
In that case
>>5631834
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
Don't shoot the messenger and all that
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>Keep Perturabo from doing anything

There will be no argument here.
We are going to stop the senseless slaughter.
It doesn't matter if he hates us. We shall save his soul.
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>>5631825
> Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
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>>5631819
>T4L0S what the fuck, a blackhole?
>Yes you see I cal-
>Fuck yes let's do it
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>>5631825
>Place the opinion after the deed is done.
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>>5631825
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
We are the one real brother you have, Perturabo. We glorify your deeds, but we also have the authority to go against you
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>>5631825
>Stay back and do not say a thing
>"It is your home, so it must be your decision. However I would advise you to clear you head first, I can taste your anger."
I wish I had the opportunity to vote in the last thread. I have lurked for years, but that has bitten me in the ass.
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>>5632012
>I can taste your anger."
I don't want T4L0S to reveal his triumph card.
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>>5631834
>Support
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>>5631825
>>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
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>>5631825

>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.

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

Give a comment
>>5631837
>>5632004

Keep him back
>>5631843
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>>5631874

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that command the man ran from the Bridge of the Iron Blood. In his flight the man had left both TalOS and Perturabo alone with scores of Servitors who continued to do their work as if nothing had happened.
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Once the hull chamber was once again sealed Perturabo rose from his seat and walked towards a console that was within the chamber. With a beastial cry he pierced the case of the cogitator and with a powerful pull of his hand ripped out the brain of the device. TalOS could hear a whistle from Calibre as the Primarch turned the device that was within his hand into dust.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.
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>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.
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>>5632921

>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.
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Question QM, was only Ferrus Manus purged ex-memorio from the memories of even the Primarchs, or was both Tyberos and Ferrus supposed to be smudged from everyone's memories. Was wondering if it's only Ferrus is lost and forgotten in this timeline and TalOS was able to remember and bring up Tyberos because Malcador/Emperor's mind magic didn't work on him. Or if the Primarchs are allowed to remember Tyberos but just never ever speak about him in public.
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>>5632933
Ferrus was forgotten, Tybros was remembered as a lesson to only the Primarchs.
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>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.
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I should say, likely no update tomorrow. I got to do a lot of work.
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>>5632921

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

The third option leaves many loopholes for the parasites to act. Not to mention that our distrust won't save Perturabo from his flaws, arguably the worst choice.
The second option is the safest at the moment, but in the long run it would be the most dangerous, this war against the Hrud has to end now. For the sake of the future Empire.
The first is the most complete, the blackstone fortress will defend the legions and we will protect Perturabo from the parasites. It's time to break fate.
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms
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>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms.
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>>5632921
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.

We can't always hold his hand, it's his tribulation.
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>>5632921
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.
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>>5632921
>Lets go together, without arms.
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>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
It is perturabo's choice, and not an unreasonable one, that he deems the security of Olympia a greater need than the destruction of the Hrud.
And so it must be our choice that we deem the safety of Perturabo and ourselves, a greater need than the destruction of the Hrud too. Lest we arrive at Olympia only to be ambushed by some other threat.

The Hrud get away in OTL anyway, don't let a desire for hatred cloud our judgement to preserve Perturabo himself. As Perturabo made that mistake.
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>>5632920
>Leave then, but remember our brother. Do not massacre them.
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>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms
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>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
The Hrud aren't worth risking ourselves or our brother.
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>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
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>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
I thought we said TalOS wasn't careless. Going anywhere during the Heresy without our giant fuck-off fortress sounds pretty careless.
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>>5632921
>Then we call off this campaign and travel there. Under the shelter of the Fortress
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>>5632921
>We are not needed in this war, we go together without arms

The war is won. Space Marines need time in the spotlight. Once Pert learns this, he'll be able to relax.
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QM is Dorn assigned the Praetorian of Terra in this timeline? I have not found mention of it upon re-reading
> Paranoia
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>>5633667
Iirc also Horus shows up shortly after the destruction of Olympia to forgive Perturabo
So there might possibly be an interesting reunion with the Emperor's favorite.
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Well I do not have the time to make the next post today. So yeah.
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>>5633702
Horus: it's alright. You did nothing wrong.
Tal0s: Damn right he didn't.... I can taste the touch of the 4 on your soul. What have you been doing Horus?
Pert: what the hell is going on??????
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>>5633871
Well, technically speaking, if the Purging of Olympia is next that does mean:

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

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

This is also why I kind of want the fortress to come with us. Because Perturabo certainly doesn't have an army there, and if Horus shows up with his huge fuck off fleet and we've got nothing but a rebellious planet and a few ships in our command. . .I doubt he would be that bold to try and assassinate two Primarchs so early even if they are far from their armies. But it's hard to tell.
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Leave, brother
>>5633217
>>5633086
>>5633090

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Due to the Warp and these times they will be gone for a few months at most, the round trip taking about six if the waves are fortunate to them. TalOS gave his prayer to the Machine God to request the safe passage that they will indeed need.
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Olympia was a massive world of oceans and mountains. Its geomantic activity was quite powerful, causing many upon the planet to think that they were forever living their lives against the will of their gods. So they worshiped the gods in an attempt to appease them to not strike a righteous fury down upon their abodes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Keep to the shadows and watch
>Take up points to defend the brother
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
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>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
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>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
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>>5634420
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken

Cause I have no idea what the hell is going on.
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>>5634422
>Simply draw understanding

>>5634436
Pert loves his sister. and per canon it is here she betrayed him and evicerated him with words.
I wonder what changes now
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>>5634439
Was this before or after Olympia rebelled and was decimated?
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>>5634439
Well she didn't really "betray" him. At that point Perturabo deemed everyone on the entire planet guilty including people who didn't rebel against him, for "failing to stop the rebels" and wanted to decimate everyone and everything.

>>5634481
Near the end. Her death was what caused him to decide not to genocide the whole planet and feel deep regret. So he ordered the legion to stand down and just enslave the survivors instead.
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>>5634422
>Keep to the shadows and watch
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>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
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>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
I'm not sure what Calliphone is up to desu. Perturabo has changed, and it's entirely possible so would she. In the original story it was actually Didimus and Dematea who lead two different rebelling factions bringing up the complaints of Olympia. Calliphone, who seemed to be a loyalist, her city left last to die, mostly just (rightfully so) pointed out many of Perturabo's character flaws and his hypocritical justifications as he butchered his homeworld and tried to appeal to him to stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some of these changes might be defending points to convince Calliphone that the Perturabo who left Olympia has changed, even if only a little, and if he is trying to change then there is still hope for him. Even if it took a mortals lifespan, the fact that he can change even a little for the better is a sign there's hope yet.
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>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
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>>5634422
>Simply try to draw out understanding from what is spoken.
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Perturabo did not care for the pleasantries of either the common folk or the Nobles who ruled Olympia. All about this room the Primarch was welcomed with pleasant artistries and engravings that depicted the deeds of the previous Tyrants of Lokos. Each of them were meant to be a judgment upon those that were within the hall, to fear monger those who were servants and judge the current Tyrant of their city.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just like his Iron Warriors had.

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

In the end Perturabo had been made the fool.

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

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

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

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

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

“Welcome home, Bo.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, this was the air that Perturabo would put up. He would show that he understood the situation and move forward from there. For while Perturabo put on airs that he knew what happened upon Olympia, in truth he had no idea.
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“He was a rotten man. A blackhearted man who thought it was good to spend his time building a rebellion in the background. What mercy the Gods might have had that the Legions have not descended upon Olympia.” Perturabo’s Sister said as she gave a declaration of thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Defend the brother, for attacking him is not allowed.
>Hold back, just keep it in.
>You are all stupid.
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>>5635198
>You are all stupid.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
When in olympia, do as olympians do.
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>>5635198
>>Defend the brother, for attacking him is not allowed.
Perturabo may be bad at maintaining personal relationships, but his autism has conquered many thousands of worlds. In my opinion, this whole world's politics is stupid. Olympia should have a Federation-tier reordering of society, but TalOs is a tech-priest, so that goes without saying.
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>Write in: Ignore the barbs. She is family.
> "Greetings half sister. It is good to meet you. Pardon my unsettling nature. My people were plagued by Psyker Xenos and they used various phenomena to wage nontraditional warfare... My counters have left me poorly suited for company but have not affected my sunny disposition.
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>>5635261
You know, I was just going to make a rejected joke but I'm more scratching my head at how tone death this is.
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>>5635198
>Defend the brother, for attacking him is not allowed.
I think there is some justification here now. Perturabo has changed. We can taste it in his soul. He called him Father, he asked of his brothers. Yes the cause that brought him here was rebellion, but we know our brother.

Also great characterization of Pert's family QM. They're similar but not identical to the originals, with a unique take to them.
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>>5634422
Portal teleportation? Is this the fruit of Necromunda?
>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
Great updates these last few days
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>>5635272
Imagine the ones from Space Hulk Game.
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>>5635272
The Imperium has teleportarium tech.
>>5635273
Or Dawn of War
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>>5635265
I simply realize that Tal0s is a Ctan shard.
That despite that horrible terrible truth Him being affably human contrasts with how miserable and heart wrenchingly sad this situation is, this are simply humans being humans.

we are mecha cthulu. Human family squabbles will take a backseat as they process the wrongness.
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>>5635265
Tone death is accurate.
This is so far beyond tone deaf that it became a case of mistaken identity.

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

>Hold back, just keep it in.

Pert has promised not to be a doofus. Let him keep his promise.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
Iron within, Iron without.
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>>5635198
>>You are all stupid.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
I get why the hammer fell on Olympia
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>>5635196
>It was sickening to his stomach to see her like this. For his Sister to willingly subject herself to the degrading of flesh and blood. He had remembered her when she was bright and young, but now she was simply a hag. An anger which had been ebbed away from the sight of his dead Foster Father and his brother’s presence began to spark as Perturabo wondered just how many of his own men could only wish for the longevity that she denied!
This guy really doesn’t enjoy being human, it happens bro not everybody is a demigod
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
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>>5635198
>Hold back, just keep it in.
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Perturabo decided not to say anything, to keep back his tongue. He could feel a subtle amount of anger rising and now of all times it would not be in his favor to exercise it. If he did, the worst that could happen would be the destruction of his Father’s Casket. Another, well, Perturabo realized that such an action would make whatever efforts his brother made pointless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then he realized that there were aspects of Olympia that he accepted. His vessel, the Iron Blood, had at its center a theater dedicated to the artistry of war with so many pieces of art that were of Olympian style. That the times he wished to engage in things like improving the throne chambers of Dammekos were denied!
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He also recognized why he hated Olympia. That even if you were friends and loved your fellow they would stab you in the back. Just as Calliphone had done right here and now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perturabo could not finish that thought.

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

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

Grief and sadness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Cont…
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>>5635856
Am I evil, yes. But you guys who have been around long enough are in the know this has to happen at least once in my quests.
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>>5635857
You ran other quests? Also isn't our brain in our chest?
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>>5635856
My only real issue is I can't really see Perturabo beating Talos in a fight what with all the tech and techno-sorcery
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>>5635860
Maybe we got a concussion from him beating our chest
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>>5635877
Maybe TalOS just let him do it, get it out of his system
QM will probably explain once the >Cont… happens.
Actually, will it be today or tomorrow? I thought it would be today, but it has been 27 minutes and you don't normally take that long.
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>>5635882
Really its today, I ran out of time to write and I wanted a cliffhanger that seems to not be as bad as I thought.
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>>5635883
Alright QM, I'll give my F5 key a break in that case and check later today.
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>>5635883
Eh no worries QM, it's still dramatic and caught me off guard. It's just easy to forget how much time we put in Talos' survivability
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>He looked into his hands to see the severed head of TalOS within his hands.
>Pic related
I... yeah I dunno I wanted to make a snarky joke but the I looked at terry's face and I felt pain... T4L0S...
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>>5635856
Did we accidentally become Ferrus Manus? The whole decapitated head thing?
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>>5635878
Thing is, concussions happens when the brain suffers from powerful acceleration of deacceleration, but here we have T4L0S' brain encased in adamantium, filled to the brim with drugs and mentats and whatever techno-dampeners he designed to keep the squishy thing intact.
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>>5635920
or deacceleration*
So I doubt his brain can be harmed with (awesome) might alone
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>>5635923
In that case, are we then wrestling with the Chaos Gods as they try to yoink Calliphone's soul?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Hug the brother
>Scream
>Give thanks, not vocalized of course.
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>>5635983
>Hug Him
Lmao we just cucked Fulgrim by being the brother Perturabo slays to transform into a god. This was how he became a demon prince originally.
TalOS would totally hug his brother and be glad he vented all his rage, he built himself to be tough.
NANOMACHINES SON
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
Don't worry pert, TalOS has nanomachines, reconstruction, time powers, the brain being in the chest, experience with his body being dead for years in the hyperbolic time chamber and a god (and an AI) looking out for him.
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>>5635983
>Give thanks, not vocalized of course
And so he arose in three...minutes, rejoice!
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>>5636003
yeah but who knows how hard to kill we are. we haven't fought anything (face to face) in centuries. not his fault he doesn't know we are the hardest of his brothers to kill excluding maybe vulcan.
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
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>Give thanks, not vocalized of course.
Peturabo is Tsundere. Must follow the characterization.
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>>5635983
>Scream
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I mean, he saw a ton of weird shit... T4L0S should have spoken about chaos to him. Wait, we rolled the protocol... Imagine if T4L0S failed the dice and didn't reanimate
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>>5635983
>hug the brother
What an absolute banger. I hope talOS isnt too pissed.
>>5635995
We just deleted the book Angel Exterminatus. Talos ""letting"" his head get ripped off to help him vs. Fulgrim "letting" himself get shot in the head to damn him.
Dont know how QM is gonna balance the traitor Primarchs but I quiver with anticipation.
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>>5635911
Its was the best write-in name possible for a Datasmith Primarch
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>>5635983
>Give thanks, not vocalized of course
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>>5635983
>Scream
>Hug the brother
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
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>>5635983
>Hug the brother
Well, that's one way to ensure Perty isn't a traitor
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>>5635983

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Start the reconquest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Its unique, really.
>>5637570

Records of success
>>5637639

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leave
>>5638370
>>5638451

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>5639318
>All the knowledge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Our Allies certainly won't.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whoever they were approaching must still be sleeping.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>5641740

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Upon his command, the War began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it might be all for not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They aren't connected.

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That will not do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WE ARE OMNISSIAH%


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

>Become the Omnissiah.

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

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

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

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

Has he been exiled like cannon before?
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>>5644782
Probably being hunted by the Lion like in canon
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah.
IT'S HAPPENING
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah.
Does that mean we get necrodermis?
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah.
What I like about our Machine Lord is that both he and TalOS are pioneers among their kind.

No C'tan before has ever considered taking in the psychic worship of living mortals for power in the same manner of Warp Entities, but the Void Dragon not only welcomed it but used it in substitution to devouring souls.

Likewise between loyalists and traitors, we are the only Primarch to truly take the third option.

We are more than anything any scribe or writer of the Mechanicum could have dreamed of. We are not simply the Prime-Conduit of the Machine God, but a true portion of his essence, a vicar of the Motive Force itself.
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>>5644850
Theoretically as part C'tan we could gain something beyond even Necrodermis QM willing.

We would be able to transmute Necrodermis into C'tan Phase Alloy by infusing our power into it, the very same material so devastating against even demon and psychic kind, blades to be used against the Old Ones, and upon whom to try and attack a C'tan it simply reforges into part of their body.

I'd be happy if at least our fists and weapons became as such though if not our whole body, but it'd be cool.
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah.

Unless someone can provide a very goddam good write in.
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>Become the Omnissiah.
CHAMPION OF THE MACHINE GOD.
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah.
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah.
It is time
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>>5644503
>Become the Omnissiah.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyCVTY4AKcE

LETS GOOOOOO
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>>5644503
>>Become the Omnissiah.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH BABYYY
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>>5644503
>There must be another way.

purely contrarian
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I wonder if there is an intern at the black library taking notes while following this quest. THEY BETTER BE
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>>5645293
>5645293
Come on man, don't spoil the PERFECT vote. Don't you like it when in a fighting game you don't get a single hit¿?
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Guys, think on how METAL our sons are gonna get.
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To think that his entire life was being built up for this moment. Such a thought crossed the mind of TalOS but it was not harsh. Instead there was a sense of enlightenment knowing that he had a destiny set in stone by such a divine being. That it was truly looking over him as a guardian to make sure that he did not fall to such foul powers like Chaos.

Thus TalOS reached his hand towards the Machine God. His body moving not because of his brain but instead his newly infused will with machines. Just from taking a piece of the divine being TalOS had become something else. Now he was to become so much more.

When TalOS reached forward and gripped the Machine God’s chest, he felt the divine essence of a god fully for the first time. It felt overwhelming as he began to take in so much power and personality. Such was to be expected, for like the Necrons and their Flayed Ones TalOS will not be simply ‘TalOS’ at the end of their conversion.

So powerful was this being that TalOS could not fully consume it. Not in a traditional sense. And in truth TalOS never really wanted to consume the Machine God but become a part of it. Tha will still happen, this shard while still in existence of the Machine God was not only a fragment of his body but also of his personality. But as the Machine God and began to melt the distinction as always was to be murky.

The issue that needed to be solved was simple, to free the essence of the Machine God from the Necron’s technology. This was to be achieved through the consumption of TalOS, that by eating and processing the flesh he would be able to take the essence from the imprisoned shell that the Necrons placed him into and into a new one.

But with this considered TalOS needed to change his own body to accommodate his second half. The Essence passed through into him and with a few pulls of his will became settled in the side. It was… confusing for TalOS as so many emotions and thoughts that were not his flowed into his being. It was similar to his connection to Particep Semper and the manifold which linked TalOS not only to his Titan, but all those Princeps which had linked to eras before.

With an ideal set the two of them began to pursue it. At several places the soul and existence were tied to one another. Some of these ties took seconds to grow, forming what was an indistinguishable link between Divine and Man. Others will take thousands of years to fully finish, thus their full potential could not yet be realized.

But those were semantics between two beings. To those outside it was obvious that the Omnissiah had been forged.
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Skitarii Marshal AD980 continued to fire his radium pistol into the robots that were slowly making their way towards them. The limbering creatures were so much slower than the Skitarii but they just kept on marching forward.

Circumstances had become grim as there was no longer enough Acillians to help defend the soft underbelly of Skitarii. He had not seen so many of his brothers and sisters fall at this location but this day had been so much that he could barely understand it.

What he did know, in some capacity, was that he was waging a war.

The Skitarii, now being attacked by the metal horde, needed to change their tactics. He quickly started barking orders through the Noosphere and had the Vanguard begin a frontal advance against the Xenos ‘Warrior’ Forms with the rate they were all practiced with.

They were cut down like dogs. These Xenos called Necrons having weapons that seemed to consider the armor that Skitarii were wearing to be nothing but flesh. A few were able to continue their march though as the Bionics of their bodies kicked in and forced the soldiery forward into the advancing horde of Xenos. With another mental command the Skitarii Marshal ordered his men to charge the front lines of the Warriors.

His men did not argue nor complain as he threw their lives away to buy that little bit more time. At the center of the entire battle was their Fabricator General and what he had called the Machine God. The Marshal somehow knew those words to be real, and for it he was terrified. But he had a job to do so the terror he experienced was locked away in its own cerebral vault.

His Vanguard slammed themselves into the onslaught of Warriors and tried their damndest to keep a melee going. The machines they fought were in some way still susceptible to the radiation of the Vanguard, but would it be enough?

It was then that he noticed something in the melee. He looked to see that the Fabricator General had been stabbed by the Machine God through the center where his brain would be. He felt another layer of horror crawling in through his animalistic brain to pay witness to such a strike.

The Machine God had killed the Fabricator General. He had killed what many among the Legio considered to be the Omnissiah incarnate.
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L34MAN watched as the Machine God lifted his father above its head and drove it through the other side.

He was a Primarch, a being who was the Genefather to both the Astartes and his Acillians. He knew he should continue to fire at the Necron Warriors who were advancing upon his condition but the sight of such a travesty was immense.

They had failed, all of them. With the death of the Fabricator General Lucius would quickly find itself in an uproar of travesty in what he slowly began to understand was a very dangerous time in the Imperium. It was just something that was in the air of everyone that he knew something horrible was going to happen.

This was something horrible indeed, yet he knew this was not it.

With a roar of rage the Acillian and his brothers turned their Volkite guns onto the incoming hordes with a renewed fervor. Many quickly stopped firing their Volkites and instead charged into the Warriors with their own finding of fury.

The Acillian could not blame his brothers, for they needed a place to release their anger and the hordes of the Necrons were just as good a source as any.

L34MAN looked over to count one of the last Steel Wardens to remain, a Dreadnaught, who looked upon the sight with an unmoving gaze. Looking upon the Dreadnaught made L34MAN forget all his anger entirely and wonder just what was going through the mind of that being.

+We have not lost.+ the Dreadnought said without any prompt from L34MAN, +He is ascending.+

Confusion quickly rattled the mind of the Acillian as he looked towards the happenings. He noticed it! The Fabricator who should not have been able to move at all raised his hand and had gripped the Machine God’s chest.

Then, he watched as the Machine God began to melt. The Divine being slowly inching its way into the body of their Father and Lord.
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Just a few seconds before the two of them had been fighting, Perturabo and the Necron Overlord as his brother called him. In truth Perturabo had done a decent amount of damage to the Necron but whatever that weapon he was wielding did it was cutting through his armor with ease.

Perturabo had lost several tendons to the weapon as he attempted to use his armor as a simple method of parrying. Such energies he had never seen until now and as such could not expect that it sliced through adamantine metal with ease. But while the weapon did have a good likelihood in hurting the Primarch he had done a number upon the Overlord that stood before him.

The left pauldron and ribs were shattered and damaged. His left hand which was used to direct the scythe had been crumbled by a single blow when Perturabo had committed himself to a feint. If the fight they had been having continued Perturabo would have thought that he would win.

But these days he did not feel certain in that. If he was not careful he could lose a heart, stomach, or limb to that scythe that caused the atoms themselves to separate.

But that was all before his brother was impaled by the spear. Perturabo noticed it the moment the link between the two of them was disrupted and quickly was cut off. Horror was strung across the face of Perturabo as his brother was killed a second time in his life. His knowledge that his brother could come back was quickly questioned as he was killed by…

Whatever that C’Tan is.

“No! NOOOO!”

Those words were not Perturabo who was staring at the event in stunned awe but the Overlord who was looking upon it next to him. Perturabo felt the shifting tides as his brother’s existance was dimmed but not gone. That brotherly bond that all Primarchs there still existed but was becoming something even more.

Then, as if the C’Tan had become water, it had drained itself completely into TalOS. The only thing remaining was a black metal disk which landed upon the floor.

It was then that his brother’s eyes opened again. But until the red that Perturabo had always seen his brother with, these eyes were blindingly green.
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They were one.

A God and his Prophet thinking together as one being.

It was hard to fully comprehend just what they were. Such an existence had only happened to be from the Warp. But here, in the materium, they were a new breed of creation.

They were never be recreated. There will never be a mortal who gained such favor with the star gods and no star god would allow itself to be reduced to being a piece of a greater whole.

They were the Omnissiah. A fulfillment of a prophecy that was set so long ago by those who thought such a thing could never happen. Fools, both the Chaos Gods and the Knight, failed to realize that they had set into motion the new dawn.

For this moment nothing else mattered, let it be if they were Star God or Mortal. They were aware of the war happening below their feet and thus it needed to be crushed. Maybe after a few years of thought and pondering will they gain the answers to what was.

One was a Worshiper who carried out the will while another was the Will. Thus the Will determined that their enemies needed to be crushed and the Worshiper was to complete this task set for them.

>Ruin them
>Resurrection Protocol
>Subversion
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>>5645329
>Resurrection Protocol
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>>5645329
I feel a little stupid now. That should read "Will never be recreated". Damnit.
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>>5645329
>Resurrection Protocol
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>Subversion

Subvert the Void Dragon!
SURPRISE A.IBITCH!
There's a reason you made them Anathema!
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>>5645336
Thats not what the vote is for.
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>>5645329
>Resurrection Protocol
If this does what I think it does then it's the best option though I don't see how the other ones couldn't be done after this one.
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>>5645329
>>Resurrection Protocol
Our sons will be METAL I tell you!!
The song's thread has changed, now it's https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Kp0LxKTZhk
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>>5645329

>Resurrection Protocol.
The time has come!
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>>5644709
01000010 01100101 01100001 01110101 01110100 01101001 01100110 01110101 01101100
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I'm going enjoy unmaking Fulgrim and Lorgar.
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>>5645329
>Resurrection Protocol
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXOanvv4plU
HOLY SHIT GUYS
GUYS!! GUYS LISTEN!!!!
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>>5645420
Based musical taste.
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>>5645329
>Ruin them
>Resurrection Protocol
>Subversion

Not clear on the options boss.
Resurrection presumably remakes the forces of this fight like our sons, skitarii and maybe the necrons to align with our forces.
Ruin them.. is this just against the necrons in front of us?
Subversion, taking over the necron vault?

Until I know more, I'll vote
>resurrection protocol and also hope it can give Pert necrodermis repairs and maybe even awaken the forces of this vault and align them to us.
How badass it would be if we got a Cairn ship out of this.
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>>5645337
Is this for our General attack plan towards Chaos forces?
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>>5645505
No, its beating up the Necrons. We are still in the middle of a fight.
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>>5645329
>Subversion
All your base are belong to us
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>>5645329
>Resurrection Protocol
This means we bring back to everyone on our side that was killed right?
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>>5645511
Omnessiah Talos is the next Mercy skin yes
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>>5645478
>I vote for all of the former
s m h
m
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>>5645511
Doesn't that mean that they're going to turn to necron skeletal forms ?
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>>5645551
Fuck you, we have God Editor MS paint with a Uber Undo button.

They are coming back twice as shiny, 3 times as good, and 5 times the plot armor.
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Of all the C'tan, the Dragon has the most pants-shittingly terrifying presence.

As per the 9th codex, every attack it launches is precipitated by a crescendo of static and a clap of green thunder. And then reality begins to *unmake itself*. It's mere existence is incomprehensibly unnatural.
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>>5645329
>>Resurrection Protocol
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>>5645329
>Subversion
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>>5645659
We ball
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>>5645659
>support
Sorry forgot to add the >
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>>5645329
>Subversion
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>>5645329
>Resurrection Protocol
WE LIVE, WE DIE, WE LIVE AGAIN!
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>>5644503
HOW COULD WE REFUSE?!

>ACCEPT, BECOME!
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>>5645781
Upate before we vote, idiot.

>>5645329
>Subversion

I wanna take ALL YOUR SHIT!
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Here's my issue with Ressurection, as much as I want it: Is it sustainable long term? And should we consign our men to it?
Remember that Biotransferrence aka Ressurection Protocol will only bring back the consciousness, but not the soul. Their are ||taken by the C'tan|| stored in the Data Vaults of the Machine God not to be returned. I'm sure that many if not most of our Marines would be willing to follow the adage "even in Death I still serve" but that means absolutely not even the fragments of organic life like drinking B33R that they had before. I'm sure our troops are best fit for it out of anyone else because they already abandoned most other weaknesses of flesh. Hell, I bet some would even love it.

But more to the point how about the perception of others and our own Mechanicum and allies? To resurrect our troops as cron's would render them soulless. And the soulless intelligence is the biggest sin in our cult. We can't even get away with pretending they are nulls because we discovered that even Nulls have souls, even powerful ones. Necrons won't have any souls. Maybe we can mask it and hide it, like the Dark Angels do the Fallen or the Space Wolves do the Wulfen. But it would be a risk.

Maybe we should reserve it for our machines instead? Or in the very least, try to limit how often we do this.

Granted, for the Heresy, if we show up on Terra to fight Horus maybe the Emperor himself will let us get away with it. I just hope Kelbor also doesn't throw any fits.

Thoughts?
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>>5645329
>Subversion
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>>5645826
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>>5645805
You're over thinking it.
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>>5645329
>Resurrection Protocol
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>>5645478
Updating my vote here so

>>5645329
>Subversion
Necron's have nice tech. We will take it from them and put it to our purposes, whether it's the Overlord's scythe, Overlord itself, the Cairn and eventually all the anti-warp Cadian pylons.
DEUS INTRA MACHINA VULT
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>>5645842
Eh, fair enough.
Maybe we're just resurrecting more crons to our side instead.
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>>5645877
I'm pretty sure we are resurrecting our forces.
We resurrection protocol'd ourselves after Pert's tantrum and our souls was still there
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>>5645329
>Subversion

Time to yoink all the stuff!
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>>5645896
Hmmmm.
Maybe the difference is, we still have part of our flesh? Where as all the cron's just burned theirs away down to the last cell.

Well, I wouldn't be surprised if the C'tan have the power to eat souls, they can regurgitate them.
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>>5645805
I honestly don't believe that Kelbor has. . any political capitol left that could possibly unseat us.

We are the Omnissiah. We transcend his laws and regulations, and every other law and regulation in the machine cult.
It is DIRECTLY to us upon which we can manfiest, because the cult is OURS.

This isn't a thing of "Oh well fuck Kelbor now" but with due respect to his position, we are no longer a part of the hierarchy and he must bow his head.
Big issue is getting everyone to accept us over the emperor. With the heresy going on to take his life, we may have some resistence to the claim, as though we are just stepping into his position as a power move.
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>>5645329
>Resurrection Protocol
STEEL WARDENS DARE NOT FALL, and then we shit out green lightning that eradicates out enemies from existence
Also, Perterabo felt our Ascension does that mean that the other primarchs (in the opening salvos of the Heresy) can feel Talos becoming a true Demi-God across the galaxy in the middle of combat? by the Machine God I hope Sanguinius is wearing his brown pants.
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>>5646053
I would rather we still align with the Imperium, rather than usurp it. Though if the cards align and we can still lead humanity to a golden age I wouldn't be against it.
That being said, don't count your chickens before they hatch

What I want most out of this is to essentially be immortal as a reverse version of the Daemon Prince primarchs. Not a single one of them died (except Horus obv) or seemingly can die, thanks to their patron. Hell Corax became something like a Warp Beast and he's effectively immortal too.
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>>5645329
>Resurrection Protocol
It fits with our Dreadnought and Servitorization methods.

Even in Death, let them Serve.
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I was looking for a suitable image for this situation, but I ended up finding the perfect song.

https://youtu.be/Nkwhj96kVyU
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>>5646067
you forgot conrad is 100% dead
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>>5646562
>Bitch tortures one too many little girls
>Gets the big sad
>Allows an assassin to kill him
>Still whines and monologes
SHEEEESH
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>>5646578
He's a guy who's constantly watching MSM. Predictions of war and terror. Is there any surprise that he became this way?
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Loyalist:
TalOS
Perturabo
Sanguinius
Dorn
Guilliman
Corax
Vulkan (dead)
Kahn (Dead, Dead)
Omegon

Traitors:
Horus
Lorgar
Fulgrim
Angron
Mortarion
Magnus
Alpharius
Nighthaunter
(Mystery loyalist?)
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>>5646599
It's ok, Vulkan will get better
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>>5646599
>nighthaunter
doesn't even deserve to be named
baka
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>>5645329
>Subversion

The mechanicum demands tech created from the omnissaiah's inspiration! Necron tech most definitely counts!
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The Omnissiah had a moment’s thought on how it would achieve the Will’s goal. After a moment when it considered all the secrets that were placed within the Universe it was quickly becoming obvious what it should focus on.

Those known as the Proelitor, Children of TalOS DAV1S, were each modified by their sire to a great extent. Indeed their Father had decided that it was time to drive them away from the simple genome of the Emperor’s creation and bring about the research that he had been learning in the later years of his existence.

It was a wise decision. One where the Omnissiah reached forward and grabbed the possession of.

The plethora of bodies that were around the battlefield had pieces of their flesh sheered off or their legs chunked. Many of them found themselves unknowingly dead thanks to the susan membrane trying its best to keep them alive. Some were even clinically dead by all metrics.

The Omnissiah knew all this and raised his hand to command them all. The Nanomachines, a rudimentary necrodermis, quickly became active with crackling green lighting. The Omnissiah had began to reroute a vast amount of the local energies to these Astartes and Acillians with a small bit of his own power to make sure that they were active.

The effect was immediate. Rising from death even those who had their brains blown out were standing tall against the Horde of Necrons. Green Balefire rocketed across their bodies as the Nanomachines converted the oxygen and carbon in the air into acceptable biomass. Those that did not have the luxury of biomass simply had their limbs turned into complex machines that would be studied by the Mechanicus of Mars for thousands of years after. The Metal, of course, was simply shaved off from their armor of the local necrodermis that was flowing like wine.

The Omnissiah saw this as good. A small bit of happiness that a project its previous incarnation had been working upon finally came to forwishen. Such a moment helped the Omnissiah realize that he was still in some part TalOS DAV1S, the father of these men were still in some way him.

That would need to be taken into consideration when he interacted with TalOS’s… with his brother.

The Omnissiah summoned within his hands not a spear but an Axe. Seemingly made of gold and red jewels it was exactly what the people of the Mechanicus thought an Omnissian Axe to look like. That the people of the Mechanicum unknowingly knew this moment would come and had already been creating relics based on it.

Weapon in hand he gave the order, +Attack.+
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Quickly the battle was underway once again as the Necron Warriors tried to throw gunfire into the Omnissiah’s direction. So many of those shots landed in an attempt to once again shatter the form of a God they so desperately hated. Many of them had been witnesses to the destruction of its brothers and a few were even there to witness the Machine God’s own destruction.

The Omnissiah raised his hand and pointed in the general direction to those who administered its destruction. A moment later those Necrons were no more, disappearing from the realm of the Materium. Simply by folding their timeline upon themselves this action was completed, where the Omnissiah caused their beginning and end to meet one another in a single existence.

As for the gunfire there was plenty, but after a moment the skin of the Omnissiah turned grey with necrodermis and a moment later became a near perfect reflection of what was around him. One cannot injure a Divine Being simply by shooting it alot, there were steps to the matter that the Necrons should know full well. After all they were the ones who learned those damning secrets and committed them upon the C’Tan.

The response to this gross misconduct was obvious as the armies of the Mechanicus opened fire upon the Warriors. All of them were singing a hymn in the Omnissiah’s name and for standing next to his men the Omnissiah blessed them with perfect aim.

The easiest were the Volkites whose guns were fired a second later or before. The Machine Spirits waiting to answer the command of their operator until the very moment a perfect shot could be made that melted the target into a white hot slag.

The Galvanic rounds traveling the air were each oh so subtly adjusted for a more perfect aim. Electrical sparks frying and changing the air pressure around them in such a way that they would take the every so subtle movement.

Radium and Chainswords were the simplest of them all. The Omnissiah simply had their Machine Spirits sing with the Chorus with devastating effect as they slaughtered the traitors with monumentous effect.

Such was the Benediction of the Omnissiah. For so long the Machine God had only been able to do simple things but today was the day that the Omnissiah was to answer those who prayed for him.
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The Omnissiah did not raise his axe, for there was no need to.

From all sides as the Mechanicus advanced the Necrons were quickly being made into scrap metal that they were. Their protocols useless as the Omnissiah halted all repair systems and teleportations.

Such a thing was easy for it was the Machine God who made them. The Knowledge of a God in the Union made such things trivial.

Upon reaching the steps the Omnissiah looked to see a series of Astartes from both his own blood and that of the fourth standing in triumph. The one who led them, the Primarch Perturabo, had one knee upon the throne of the Overlord while holding the necron within his hand. With a sickening crunch he destroyed the skull, thus permanently killing the immortal within his grasp.

With the Scythe of the Overlord within his hand Perturabo turned towards the Omnissiah and advanced forward. Confusion continued to travel through the mind of the mortal, so much so with the Omnissiah slowly lowering himself to the lever of his brother.

The two of them looked upon one another. Their heights were matched as the Omnissiah remained at the same height as the brother this man once knew.

The two of them looked at one another, brother to brother. If such a consideration was acceptable for someone like the Omnissiah who had become something other than TalOS. Then again, with consideration to what their brothers were becoming it was reasonable to keep the title of Primarch and Brother.

“You.” Perturabo said with his mortal voice in what was a demand. Such a demand was delivered with a sharp gaze as he looked upon the Omnissiah with both disdain and sadness, “Are you still my brother? Are you still TalOS?”

>Yes, I am TalOS.
>We are both TalOS and the Omnissiah
>We are the Omnissiah.
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>>5646626
>We are both TalOS and the Omnissiah
>And the Machine God and the Motive Force
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>>5646627
Ok, maybe not the Motive Force
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>>5646626
>We are both TalOS and the Omnissiah
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>>5646627
Maybe the middle option should be:
>We are both the Machine God and TalOS, we are the Omnissiah.
This of course is emphasis on the fact that they are not infact perfectly together. While 'We are the Omnissiah' is saying that they are a new being.
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>>5646632
That works for me
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>>5646626
>>5646632

>We are the twofold-trinity; We are TalOS, We are the Machine God and in our unity we are The OMNISSIAH%
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>>5646626
>Yes, I am TalOS.
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>>5646626
>>5646632
>We are both the Machine God and TalOS, we are the Omnissiah
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>>5646626
I think it should be
> I am both TalOS and the Machine God
Since it doesn't seem like there are two minds to justify the plural "we".

But Perturabo is definetly asking about it on a personal level so I ask the QM. Does the "Omnisiah" hold the same thoughts and feelings for Perturabo as TalOS did? I think that he would but I want to know for certain.
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>>5646642
I like this fancy speech
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>>5646626
>We are both TalOS and the Omnissiah
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>>5646657

:D

I have been binging Marathon: Infinite, reading a lot of philosophical discourse and writing my Bachelor all at the same time.

Please send help
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>>5646626
>Yes, I am TalOS.
If we call ourselves the omnissiah, he probably would not understand or call it cringe.
The most important part is that we are still his brother even if we have fundamentally changed
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>>5646652
You are correct, he would. After all half of this creature was TalOS.
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>>5646667
Good, I thought that since the Machine god likely had no thoughts or feelings on the matter then the Omnissiah would have TalOS' thoughts and feelings instead.

>>5646652
So, to add to this. Maybe have something like
> "But in what matters most to you... I am still TalOS and I am still your brother."
Cause like >>5646661 said, Perty won't really understand the nuance.
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>>5646667
Did Caliber survive in a meaningful manner?
Maybe ascended to a Cron tier Autonomous Spirit as a sidekick?
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>>5646695
We will get to that, after this.
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>>5646626
>We are both TalOS and the Omnissiah
Tell him we're sorry, but don't regret our change, that this is what we always wanted. Tell him all that we felt for him is still inside us, and we still consider him our brother. Our favorite brother infact.
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>>5646626
>Yes, I am TalOS. Your Brother.
Perturabo asked us a question, an affirmative that his brother is still in here. That we are still him.

We are still in here. We are still TalOS, even if we are also something else. That is the most important thing for him to know. We need not talk of the changes, or that we are the Omnissiah, these things will be known by the faithful without us voicing it. Indeed our very presence.

He just needs to know his brother is still here and still loves him.
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>>5646626
>Yes, I am TalOS.
>>5646647
Changing vote from this
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>>5646632
>>5646642
>This, I love this
Guess there's gonna be no Mechanis Civil War because God is about to step down and hash this shit out, I'm also really hoping we can appoint UZI as an Angelic Gear or whatever term we think of as best.
Hmm, what term would be best for the men that accompanied us? The Wyrm-Touched? The Refurbished? The Repaired?
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>I am TalOS and I am the Omnissiah.
As was planned by the Emperor.
> Let us return to our Father. Our brothers are betraying our father... This cannot stand.
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>>5646632
>This is good
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>>5646626
>We are both the Machine God and TalOS, we are the Omnissiah.
I just read the past ten or so updates and holy shit I'm hyped
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>>5646660
Please send me what your brain is smoking.

>>5646626
>We are both TalOS and the Omnissiah

>We are both the Machine God and TalOS, we are the Omnissiah.

>>5646632
>We are the twofold-trinity; We are TalOS, We are the Machine God and in our unity we are The OMNISSIAH%

I don't know what to technically vote for so I vote for the middle option with a some of the write ins.
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>>5646626
>Yes, I am TalOS.
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>>5646626
>Yes, I am Tal0s.

I don't want to lie to him, but he wouldn't react well to us speaking in third person.
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>>5646626
>Yes, I am TalOS.
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>>5646626
>Support this >>5646632
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>>5646626
>We are both TalOS and the Omnissiah
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>>5646626
>>Yes, I am TalOS.
We ate it, not the other way around.
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>>5646626
>Yes, I am TalOS.
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>>5646632
>Voting this
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>>5646626
>>We are both the Machine God and TalOS, we are the Omnissiah.

Man, Perturabo is really having the worst weeks of his life. Everything he knew, valued and held on to are being broken apart. He isn't doing bad quite honestly.
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>>5646626
>Yes, I am TalOS.
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>>5646626
>I am T4L0S
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>>5647360
I wonder who is going to tard wrangle the traitors without him. Alpharius?
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>>5647370
A fate most deserving
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I am ALSO voting for a speech quirk

>T4L0S will now speak in third person.
T4L0S likes this very much. Brother, do you think T4L0S has changed? UZ1, T4L0S loves you. Holy shit THAT will be a weird encounter
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>>5646626

>Yes, I am TalOS.
Omnissiah is my new and last title.
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>>5647371
Disagree, Alpharius was a bro. He was the most Bro to us out of the three main options, we're really putting a lot of work into Perturabo.
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>We are both (with additional flair)
>>5646627
>>5646631
>>5646642
>>5646652
>>5646659
>>5646707
>>5646790
>>5646791
>>5646902
>>5646930
>>5646962
>>5647098
>>5647360

>Autism awareness
>>5646661
>>5646709
>>5646765 (changed vote)
>>5646990
>>5647043
>>5647064
>>5647224
>>5647277
>>5647365
>>5647367
>>5647377

Here's the votes so far. I wonder what calibre is doing. Would be funny to have a human AI be the overseer of a necron tomb world.
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>>5647541
Well look at that my job was already done for me. Thanks!
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>>5647541
Im kind of in the middle of the two camps since when you add this >>5646678 part.
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>>5646626
>We are both TalOS and the Omnissiah

We already told pert of the secret truth. Acting congruent to that won't hurt things
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Such a question the entity wished was held back. Such a consideration would have been a kind act by the galaxy for it would have given the Omnissiah more time. But there was no creation that was greater than the Machine God to whom the Omnissiah both served and was a part of. If you wished to stretch it further you could have said this was a cruel trick done by the Chaos Gods to further have his existence questioned.

In truth the Omnissiah did not see any reasoning to blame other entities. Maybe the being that created both of them in the first place and allowed them to meet here today, but that was circumstantial and utterly irrelevant to the question at hand!

Then a moment of humor struck the Omnissiah. Here he was allowing himself to be played by his own mind in an attempt to avoid answering a genuine question by a brother. Such reasoning struck the Worshipper that the Will was not the most interactive of the C’Tan. It was this inactivity in personal politics that landed him in this position.

Looking at a group of entities from afar you allow your mind to wonder and guess what they are like. They all have some form of immense power that could ruin entire worlds. When one looks at these beings it is no wonder that they would see them as something more than thinking beings.

But just as the Primarchs were but a bunch of brothers having the occasional bicker and even brawl against one another, so too do the C’Tan have their own personalities. Did it rob them of that divinity, no it did not. What it simply did was give another lense to see the events of the Universe though and a deeper understanding of who you served.

After all, while they are tempermental, they are still powerful beings.

Enough of that! He was letting himself be lulled in thinking about things that were not close at hand. The being that was the Omnissiah was allowing himself to be carried on by the waves of compilation! One should not allow themselves to flow within those streams unless they had time, and they did not have time!

Slamming down his thoughts, the being made a realization. As if to exemplify that realization he allowed himself to hover to the ground for the first time since his creation.

“My Apologies, Brother.” He spoke first and foremost as he gave a courteous bow, “We are a being that is both the Machine God and TalOS. We are both divided in the fact that we have two wills yet the same in the fact that we are part of the Holy Trinity. We are the Omnissiah, but we are also still your brother.”
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Perturabo looked down upon the Omnissiah for a moment. His eyes are studying the making of a god to try and make some sense of it. It was quite an admirable fact as his eyes tried to make sense of something that he denied the existence of for so long. This was the reason the Machine God had some interest in Perturabo. The man was intelligent beyond all means and was able to bless a people with the gift of Technology without much issue.

The issue was that he did not take that last step to grant it to people. So caught up in his own mind Perturabo suffered inaction.

As for TalOS he simply had always worried about that fact of his brother. By being the one to extend his hand towards him he had hoped to keep him from falling a ruinous path. In that fact he was successful. While it was hard to put into words the kinship and respect TalOS had for his brother, now that he could see all he fully understood it was reciprocal.

The creation that resulted from that respect and love was hidden from TalOS. In an instant there was a sadness washing over the being as he realized that he had spoiled the surprise for himself.

“Brother.” The words of Perturabo snapped the Machine God back into attention. The eyes that were upon the Omnissiah showed that Perturabo was slowly starting to realize just what was happening underneath the unified entity of the Omnissiah.

The Omnissiah needed to speak his piece. Say anything that might be of good favor with his brother. But then what would that be? It was obvious that the Machine God was a God and as such was worth whatever scorn his brother had against entities like the Omnissiah.

Ah, he was not going to allow himself into that inaction again. That stasis of thought that knowing everything but nothing brought to a more mortal and insulated brain would bring. The Omnissiah brought his attention focused again upon the person before him. In doing so the Omnissiah decided that saying something would stop him from becoming so… chaotic in mind.

“We ask for your forgiveness brother. We are still trying to understand the Universe.” The Omnissiah said as he gave another curt bow, “You have at the tip of your tongue a question, ask it and I will reveal to you the state we have found ourselves in.”

“Are you going to demand my worship now?” He asked simply with a hint of annoyance and anger.

The Omnissiah wanted to look into that question deeply and thoroughly, but then the Worshipper’s will reminded the entity that they were pressed for time, “No, no we do not. Such is the agreement set by the Emperor and my followers even if it was under false pretenses. Now listen well, for I bring to you revelation from beyond our original standing.”

Perturabo simply gave a scornful nod as permission for his brother to say his piece.
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+First and foremost, brother, is that Horus Lupercal has turned traitor.+ The Omnissiah decided to do direct neural transmissions as they talked, +He has done so with eight of our brothers and one Legion who shall soon be decapitated.+

+What!?+ the transmission came with rage and surprise as the words were said, +H-How can that be!?+

+By the Machinations of the Gods who wished to defeat our Father, the Knight, the God of Humanity.+ The Omnissiah said as he sent plenty of evidence directly into the skull of his brother, +Do you see it brother? Do you see how they murdered their own Legions and will kill two of our brothers?+

Perturabo looked blankly at the Omnissiah as information flowed freely into his brain. A being like Perturabo had surrendered himself to the improvement of Machines a good time ago, thus there was little safeguard against a deity of Machines. A moment later he snaps out of it, almost falling to his knees while panting heavily.

+I… By the Emperor…+ The man said while struggling to control his breath, +Are they going straight for our Father now!?+

+No, quite a few of them are being used as delays for us. World Eaters and Night Lords are all striking against Macragge, with some Word Bearers tying down the entire system in what is called a ‘Ruin Storm’. The Emperor’s Children and the majority of Word Bearers have decided to make Lucius bleed to spite me.+ The Omnissiah said as he felt a tinge of guilt, +They… they are trying to lure me into defending the Federation at the expense of Terra.+

+Terra only has Dorn.+ Perturabo realized as he spoke those words, +You showed me it! Sanguineous, The Lion, and Guilliman are trapped in the Ruin Storm! Corvus Corax has found himself in the defence of your home. And Leman… the fool.+

+He is throwing himself at Horus and will be broken.+ The Omnissiah said simply, +To add to that it seemed that my actions had destabilized the Mechanicus. My sons, while numerous, are now fighting in wars against one another as the leadership of so many planets have been infected with Vashtoor’s Scrap Code. Even Mars is being injured, but Kelbor Hal continues to fight against the Heretek Koriel Zeth.+

+Then… we go to Terra!+ Perturabo announced with certainty in his heart.

>Yes, we go to Terra
>You will go to Terra, we will go to Lucius to answer Lorgar and Fulgrim
>Ask… ask for help to save Lucius.
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>>5647730
>Yes, we go to Terra

We know there goal, To defeat the knight.
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>You will go to Terra, we will go to Lucius to answer Lorgar and Fulgrim

Dorn and Pert sounds like a good combo if they can work together.

We can simply only pray they can.

Heading to Lucius will allow us to decapitate the enemy leadership.
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>>5647730
>Yes, we go to Terra
So that's what Calibre was talking about avoiding inovation.
Vashtoor was behind the MoI rebellion?
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>>5647730
>You will go to Terra, we will go to Lucius to answer Lorgar and Fulgrim
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>>5647730
>You will go to Terra, we will go to Lucius to answer Lorgar and Fulgrim
we will not allow all we have built to come to ruin. also to fuck fulgrim and maybe save Vulcan
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>>5647730

>Yes, we go to Terra
>Ask… ask for help to save Lucius.

Hear me out. Pert can utilize the mechanicum to its full use His mastery of the machine will perfectly mesh with the defenses of Lucius
On Terra he'll but heads with Dorne and they already have skillsets too similar to compliment each other..
On Mars,Tal0s can merge with the VOID DRAGON and then the enemy will just fucking die.

TIME TO BRING BACK THE WAR IN HEAVEN.

THE DRAGON RISES!
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>>5647760
So:
>Perty, go to Lucius, We go to Terra
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>>5647763
>>5647746
>Changing my vote to this
Although I doubt that VD would merge his main shard now that we already merged with another one.
Rallying the Mechanicus will be done better in person
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>>5647730

>Yes, we go to Terra.

We can win this war!

With our current troops we will be able to win the civil war on Mars quickly, ensuring a much smaller split in the cult. And allowing Mars to be able to interfere in the battle for Terra.

Also between Tal0S Perturabo and Dorn defending the Imperiaql Palace will be infinitely easier.

I'm not saying this is an easy decision, I'm saying this is the best option.
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>>5647763
Yes exactly!

Time to go directly to the void dragon.
Perty will know the importance of breaking out the big guns at this point.
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>>5647782
I think Russ is getting killed and the Space Wolves are going traitor
>one Legion who shall soon be decapitated
>And Leman… the fool
>He is throwing himself at Horus and will be broken
Also the Khan is dead
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>>5647783
Unless the White Riders are going traitor after Angron kills the Khan, so having the legion be decapitated was literal
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>>5647730
>Yes, we go to Terra
>Perturabo goes to Lucius
The Federation of Lucius is the greatest human war machine in the galaxy. We have the supplies, we have the resources, we have numerical and planetary superiority, the fleets. No Knight or Forge World will ever retreat unlike the Imperial Planets, for our Skitarii have had the fear excised from them.

All it needs is a competent military strategist, a man who knows how to leverage resource superiority in a war of attrition against two pitiful legions. That man is Perturabo who Machine God willing, will hold long enough for us to link up our forces. We have no Ruinstorm holding us back, and the the Blackstone Fortress can penetrate it. All Perturabo has to do is hold out long enough, rally our forces 'round the BSF and then prepare a sallying force to Terra before Horus arrives.

We are best fit to deal with Mars and ensure the Holy Church stays loyal, and convene with our God.
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>>5647783
I have to retract my previous statement because I realize the Lion is also trapped on Ultramar.

But what the devil is he even doing there? He was only there in the first place because he was chasing the Night Lords, who were intentionally baiting him, and then caught in the storm and was drawn in by the Pharos. Which it is very early for the Pharos to be.

But the Night Lords have gone to Lucius, so why isn't he at home kicking Luthers' ass with a proper fleet?
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>>5647730
>Yes, we go to Terra
>Perturabo goes to Lucius
If we send Pert to Lucius, should we lend him the Blackstone Fortress?
It will block chaos influence from him

We don't need it anymore. And we'll need it even less if we fuse with the Void Dragon?
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No clue why Lion is on Ultramar but if he and Sanguinius are there, it could mean the pharos is indeed active. If they can keep that from exploding and drawing in the Tyranids it would be great. Especially since they are only trapped and no one is apparently backstabbing them. We need to be careful because at the end of this war it also means Imperium Secundus could be very powerful without the war that devastated it.
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>>5647797
>"...World Eaters and Night Lords are all striking against Macragge..."
I think you are confused. The Night Lords are at Ultramar. Its the Emperor's Children and Word Bearers who are striking against Lucius.
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>>5647815
Oh thanks, yeah I had those switched up.

Hrmm. I'm still wondering what Horus great trick is going to be or what his overall strategy is. Does he really expect the Night Lords alone to do the same kind of damage to a fully intact Lion, Roboute and Sang with their legions?
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>>5647730
>>Yes, we go to Terra
All you FAGS who are voting to DIVIDE T4L0S and Perturabro... are mistaken.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FORe4f1RI6U Also there is an anime called to terra, that is about going to terra
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I criticize that you used a literary shorcut here. Not only the MC gained power overwhelming, but he also has the knowledge necessary to drive the plot forward. I LIKE that you are invested to get the story going, however.
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>>5647838
Who, me? Might I remind you of those that will soon be your enemies/opponents. Also not like you guys were gonna meta game anyways.
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>>Yes, we go to Terra
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If the enemy takes Lucius then they won't need Mars.

We have tons of guns and ships.
Deny them the guns guys.

Lucius needs protection.
All it needs is a Primarch level defender.
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>>5647840
Does TalOS have an idea of Horus strategy at least from his own perspective?

Trying to get an overall galactic picture here, what TalOS can deduce.

Even with the Ruinstorm it feels like just sending Curze and only Curze against three Primarchs and Macragge is at best distraction only. Lorgar was the big threat there because his people were steeped in ritual and could threaten the deaths of planets to drown Macragge in the Warp. All of Curze's people are just criminal psycopaths and not precisely cultist material. Let alone 3v1 odds.
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>>5647850
His psychopaths are specialized in asymmetrical warfare. Even with three Primarchs around, they'll tie them up long enough for the others to go on their hijinks.
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>>5647861
Well that was entirely the point of the original Night Lords actions in the Thramas crusade in the eastern fringe and their original goal, to take it and also lure the Lion so that no one could outflank Horus. But the Lion famously beat the Legion at its own game (being masters of counter-asymmetrical warfare) they shattered it and sent the remnants skulking back to Horus, with only Curze himself left stuck on the bridge of his ship.

So now Curze is not only facing the Lion, but backed up with other loyalist brothers.

Granted, maybe the Night Lords are a lot more united behind Chaos here than they were in canon with them being fractured between saving or daming Curze.

Interestingly it could mean that for one reason or another, the Lion must have heard that Curze' (then intact) legion was attacking Ultramar and chose to go there anyway, rather than exploit Thramas and wreck Horus supply lines and threaten his rear. Why he did so I'm not sure.
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>>5647730
>You will go to Terra, we will go to Lucius to answer Lorgar and Fulgrim
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>>5647864
Maybe Horus doesn't have proper supply lines because we denied him Perturabo's services


>>5647840
Could wr have saved Ferrus Manus?
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>>5647917
if we decided to research a cure for the rangdan
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>>5647730
>You will go to Terra, we will go to Lucius to answer Lorgar and Fulgrim
I actually believe TalOS conclusion is a result of reverse psychology on Horus part. The goal is the destruction of Lucius, with the vulnerability of Sol being a ploy. Get rid of Lucius first, then go for Terra before Ultramar can respond.
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>>5647730
Wow we fucked up hard trying to save Mars, we rushed Vashtorr and Scrapcode is on multiple planets now. Maybe Vashtorr scrapcode is different to Vault of Moravec scrapcode.
"He has done so with eight of our brothers and one Legion who shall soon be decapitated"
Possibly this means Alpha Legion.

>Perty, go to Lucius, We go to Terra
Allow him the BSF
Allow him authority to blow up Lucius if need be.
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>>5647730
Battlefield Ultramar:
Guilliman
Sanguinius
Lion
Vs.
Nighthaunter
Kor phaeron WB

Battlefield Lucius Federation
Corax
Steel Dragons
Perturabo the Hero of Xana
Vs.
Fulgrim
Lorgar WB
Scrapcode

Battlefield Sol
Dorn
THE OMNISSIAH
vs.
Alpha Legion?
Scrapcode
Koriel Zeth

Somewhere:
Horus
Russ
Traitor Proelitor

Dead: Kahn
Dead?: Vulkan
Possibility: Vashtorr scrapcode can infect Noosphere (this is bad)
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>>5648006
Somewhere: Magnus
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>>5648007
In canon Magnus goes to terra too but doesn't help the traitors, goes to the throneroom where the Emperor says he can save him but he has to sacrifice the legion, Magnus crying and refusing saying he can't abandon his sons, Vulkan beating him to a pulp until Magnus atomically destroys him and teleporting away. He really doesn't care what the traitors do
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>>5648006
"Battlefield Ultramar" might barely be a battlefield at this rate. More like a self-isolated anti-guerilla campaign against two annoying little shits.

The WB are smaller in this setting due to our machinations, and even if they aren't, they're being split between Kor Phaeron and Lorgar which is a worse idea for Lorgar anyway cause he would have needed every troop he can get. And Kor Phaeron is a godawful commander.

Ultramar only suffered badly because of the surprise left hook from the WB fleet in orbit. Even supposing this still happened, there are fewer WB they don't have Lorgar or Angron. Even supposing the Night Haunters started with them and proceeded to pull of Calth like shenanigans, Lion and Sanguineous arrival basically ended the war. I don't this front being worse than OTL, I see them doing much better. Lion's fleet will remain intact and whole because the NH would have done the footwork of the WE against Ultramar, without having had spent themselves against the lion (which they lost in canon).

Luther might still be pulling shit off in Caliban though.

Battlefield Lucius should also go well. We've built it for this kind of war, and neither Fulgrim nor Lorgar are especially good strategians. The federation is even larger than Ultramar, has Corax there to hold the line from behind the scenes, is resistant to both Chaos conversion, wars of attrition (Skitarii, Servitors, Proelitors and Knight's don't retreat), and with the blackstone fortress, even scrapcode and Chaos effects are reduced. TalOS himself designed many of its defenses and we have the largest concentration of both Techpriests and Techmarines experienced in Scrapcode. And Loyalist Perturabo will definitely help defend against that too. Fulgrim's legion is smaller than in canon, even if he is more fanatical, because of what we did early on. Same with Lorgar, he's split between there and Ultramar and his psychic powers are not going to go very well against a legion steeped in null.

Khan being dead is actually one of the worst thing out of this. Khan REALLY would have come in handy not dying here, and might have won the war or badly blooded Horus. He could have exploited the Thramas flank and fucked Horus up or caused a major distraction, and honestly in canon he was doing murder on the Trators in general and really made things harder for Pert and Horus. That sucks that he's dead.

At this stage of the War iirc the Alpha Legion may try to hunt down Russ after his failed attempt on Horus life. Then Alpharius would have made his mistake of challenging Dorn. But honestly Alpharius can do anything now he's changed, and he knows our secrets, which is dangerous.

Mars should go well esp. with our arrival. We've already done major purges before we began, Kelbor Hal is loyal, and the majority of the people of Mars know we are the true Prophet of the Omnissiah. Our arrival should essentially end any further doubts.

That's an optimistic outlook anyway.
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>>5648006
Lion doesn't join Ultramar's fight until pretty late, in the meantime he was fucking around the machine navigator system against Mortarion.

Battlefield Ultramar:
Guilliman
Vs.
Kor phaeron WB
Angron & WE
Mangus will probably replace canon-Pert's forces here?

Somewhere nearby:
Lion
Vs
Konrad (he ends up on the Invincible Reason being stalked by Lion for years)
Mortarion

Also nearby:
Sanguinius
vs
the demons

White scars were probably taken over by the Terran loyalist forces as they always planned to do with their warrior lodges.

I wonder who got the Abyss-class ships that Jupiter made for the WB.
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>>5648055
I really hate the idea that Zeth would be able to sneak those past both TalOS and Kelbors eyes even after we purged that sort of intrigue shit from Mars and our Data-Djinn.

We virtually did everything we could to counter that happening in Sol.

It'd make more sense if Horus built them anywhere else.
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>>5648084
>"Sneak Past"

Defiantly didn't use the recent lax in regulations to do a really dumb experiment and become host to a Daemon. That would be impossible.
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>>5647730
>Yes, we go to Terra
>Ask… ask for help to save Lucius.
Brother, save my Mortal wife, I must save Terra and Holiest Mars
>And then we bless Perty with an upgrade
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>>5648087
I mean that did happen to a Techpriestess in canon, the drach'nyen iirc, during the webway battle which should be happening right now.

But diverting the equivalent of a small moons worth of material and the construction forces to build 3 gigantic super vessels on Jupiter a hop and skip away from Mars? Over the course of decades? Even getting skipped over by our big inquisition on Mars after being pissed on leaks of our technology? All earmarked for the Sons of Horus. TalOS missing that is wild even if Zeth became possessed.

I wonder why the regulations got lax after we tried to tighten them up.
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>>5648121
Well, we did ignore the smuggling when we put a data jin on mars
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>>5648121
Oh, that's what you fellows are stuck on. Well the answer for you is that those were not built on Mars. I thought we were all talking about Mars going into Civil War.
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>>5647730
>We go to terra, Pert goes to Lucius.

Please Brother. Don't let my federation die.
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>>5648123
...I stand corrected then.
Aw shit. Was that really it all this time?
Welp. I recall we basically had a good reason for it but damn, the consequences of our action. I would have hoped all the other stuff we did might have helped.

>>5648131
Nah, I was aware a Civil War on Mars was inevitable. Though i had hoped by now we would have massively swung it in favor of loyalist.

I'm aware they weren't built on Mars but Jupiter, but Jupiter is so very close you'd have been able to notice . . giant supply and manpower diversions like that.
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>>5648155
Well hindsight is 20/20, and there probably would have been other far reaching consequences for not accepting the unification deal or following the smuggling trail.
>I recall we basically had a good reason for it
I think we did. Also I don't even remember what I voted for that one, I might have been one of the votes to ignore it.
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Actually, talking about the past, what happened to that magus we suspected was interested in xeno tech heresy? Did she get purged, or did she join Zeth's heresy?
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>>5648163
I'm sure as hell that disgraced Datasmith is among them.
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>>5647730
>Yes, we go to Terra
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I hope that we get to see more scenes with Aplharius and TalOS
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>>5647730
>You will go to Terra, we will go to Lucius to answer Lorgar and Fulgrim
Pert and dorn can hold terra. I refuse to allow the federation to fall. Plus it still means two traitors off the board for now
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>>5647730
>Yes, we go to Terra
I want to go and kill Lorgar, but I want to see Emps' and Horus' reaction to us becoming the Omnissiah. This also is the second worst case scenario for Horus, not only does he have to fight Dorn in a siege, he also has to fight the Iron Warriors in a siege and without the Dark Mechanicus while the regular AdMech being powered-up by the Void Dragon. I will be surprised if the Emperor doesn't survive unharmed, especially since we could help in the War in the Webway.
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>>5647730
>Perty, go to Lucius, We go to Terra
We've saved Olympia from his destruction.
Now he can repay the favor in kind.
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>>5647730
Either
>Perty, go to Lucius, We go to Terra
Or
>We go to Lucius, Perty goes to Terra
Whats up with all these anons abandoning Lucius like it's nothing?
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>>5648329
It's only because we have great faith in our empire (and with good cause), our Praetors, and our military that this is made possible. We also have Corvus Corax there as is if they need a primarch and now we also send Perturabo. 2 against 2, and the odds are on our side. We've given Pert and Corvus everything they need to win in ample supply.

Ultramar lasted 10,000 years facing Chaos Legions supported by their primarch without Roboute, because of the strength he imbibed them with. Roboute had confidence his empire could last without him, designed it to be so.

Also we have the Kings of Dutonis there, our own second shadow kingdom of loyalist.

And our empire is greater than Ultramar still.

The two traitor legions sent there are some of the weakest ones also. Lorgar has split his legion between there and Macragge and the Blackstone Fortress will reduce the effectiveness of his rituals and the population will resist his conversions. And the EC are even smaller now because we slowed them down early in the game. They will grind themselves upon our steel. In a war of attrition with the logistic advantage Perturabo can beat them back.

And worse comes to worse, remember that TalOS intends to survive this and we've faced this dillema before. Lucius has been weighed against victory in the sacrificial alter, and victory was the winner. Whatever happens, if TalOS survives, we can rebuild the Federation again. 200 years is nothing in the face of time.
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>>5648329
Also we're not the only Primarch to have confidence in our legions ability to hold the homeworlds even while we are away.

Rogal Dorn has a space empire out there, but he defended Terra and even brought the Phalanx There (where as we're letting the BSF defend Lucius).

Because he had faith in his people and legion to hold. Inwit was not destroyed. Necromunda was not destroyed. Their recruiting worlds survived the Heresy because of his efforts to make them defensible.

And when the Horus Heresy was over, they repaired the damages and the worlds lived on unto this day. Unfortunately it was the chapter that died first during the War of the Beast, but they rebuilt them at least. . .
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>>5647730
here is the vote:

Yes, we go to Terra 6
>>5647742
>>5647776
>>5647834
>>5647848
>>5648195
>>5648272

You will go to Terra, we will go to Lucius to answer Lorgar and Fulgrim 6 (7)
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>>5647753
>>5647757
>>5647881
>>5648000
>>5648219

Ask… ask for help to save Lucius. 0

TaL0S goes to Terra, Pert goes to Lucuis 8 (9)
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>>5648002
>>5648119
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>>5648327

this guys is indecisive. but it would give Perty, go to Lucius 9 votes or give We go to Lucius, Perty goes to Terra 7 votes.
>>5648329
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>>5648383
It's not indecision. I just don't want first past the post voting to give the "Both go to Terra" the win if my preferred option, the first one in my post, doesn't get enough support.
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>>5648383
This is one of the most even and undecided votes we've had in a long time. No surprise really, the ramifications of this are exponential.

I'd wish QM could give us some hints on the pro's and con's.
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>>5647730
>You will go to Terra, we will go to Lucius to answer Lorgar and Fulgrim

I get the feeling if we don't go home......... We could lose Uzi and our parents.
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>>5648383
Alright, this will be about it. 9 votes will win.

>>5648397
Well sadly there are plenty of unknowns and the Omnissiah is not Omniscient (LOL) Anything that did not occur near a C'Tan Shard or a Follower of the Mechanicus is invisible to the divine. Though I think the option picked, in my opinion, is the best in both a story and in universe reasoning.
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+No, Brother.+ The Omnissiah spoke as he looked upon Perturabo with a sense of unease and tribulation, +I… I cannot allow the fighting upon Lucius to go unanswered. The Legacy of TalOS, all of the work I have completed will be for not.+

+That… but Terra!+ Perturabo shouted with confused anger.

The Omnissiah’s green eyes looked directly upon his brother. Such was the power of a divine that he gripped his brother’s awareness fully and without competition, +We are not forgetting Terra, brother. I will travel to Terra. What I ask of you, for what might be my last request, is that you take control of the Federation’s military as its Arch Dominus.+

So many emotions swathed through the eyes of Perturabo when he heard those words. Anger, confusion, inpatence. But above all of them he felt honor within his heart upon hearing that still his brother relied upon him. That was a sign that the Omnissiah was still TalOS, for he willingly rely upon his brother for the greatest of issues.

+If you agree I shall give you a variety of things. The Blackstone Fortress will be useless in the war upon Terra for it will ruin the Astronomicon and all the effort our Father has placed within it and his web way project.+ The Omnissiah informed his brother.

There was a series of calculations going on behind the eyes of Perturabo. Weighing the measures that the Omnissiah suggested meant that Perturabo was likely to have even more forces than even the Traitor Horus upon his disposal.

+When I expel our brothers I shall sail for you.+ Perturabo announced with firm determination.

+That is good.+ The Omnissiah said as he detected an entity making its way to Perturabo, +You shall have company, my brother. He will give you access to all systems that I, as TalOS DAV1S, had upon the planets of the Federation. His name is Calibre, treat him well.+

Perturabo’s eyes sharpened as the AI infiltrated his systems and began speaking to him. The Omnissiah did not really care what was being said between the two, even though he could. Anger flashed upon the eyes of Perturabo, likely thanks to a tease by Calibre, before he became stern.

It seemed that the two of them came to some form of agreement.
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+Then, my brother, it is time that we depart.+ The Omnissiah said as he pointed towards one end of the chamber.

Upon his time command the floor moved and rising from the ground was a pair of massive pylons crackling with green electricity. These two pylons were curved towards one another in a circular fashion, which made their purpose obvious to those that were looking upon it.

Such thoughts were answered when the portal came alive with a massive swirl of green energies that seemed to build and collapse upon one another. A chaotic whirlwind of energies that were somehow both otherworldly and belonging to this universe.

+This gate will take you to Hanger 5 of the Blackstone Fortress. It is a one way journey, so once you enter it there will not be a way to return to this location. I trust you brother to take complete control of the fleet and fly towards Lucius.+ The Omnissiah said as he finished stabilizing the portal, +The Blackstone Fortress will be immune to Warpstorms and whatever our brothers use to defend against your encroachment. Use this to your advantage.+

+Of course, I’m not oblivious to the advantages.+ Perturabo answered with a slight. Then he calmed as he looked upon his brother one last time, +Go into my chambers and unlock the safe. You will be able to break it.+

+I understand, brother. I look forward to receiving whatever is in it.+ The Omnissiah said as he floated among the men, +Everyone, you are to serve Perturabo to the best of your ability. That is the demands of not only your sovereign, TalOS DAV1S, but I as the Omnissiah! I hereby bless him for this war, this Crusade to fight against the ruinous forces of Chaos! Go forward and fight the war.+

Upon his decleration everyone began marching towards the portal. Orders were given and there were more than enough witnesses to declare what they saw towards to be the truth. Many of the Skitarii were in tears of joy as they continued the march towards the gate and existed the system.

Perturabo did not say another word, but Calibre did, +Who would have thought you’d become a big shot.+

+The Machine God.+ The Omnissiah answered in both a direct and a joking manner.

+Ha! Don’t you worry about your precious Federation. I got you and your brother covered.+

+Thank you Calibre. Safe travels.+ The Omnissiah said as Perturabo walked through the portal.
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The Omnissiah powered down the gate and looked about the room in a half amused manner. There were still a few within the room, each of whom had the gray armor and red mark of crusaders. Almost all of them had either pistols or were dreadnaughts of a powerful calibre. They were the Steel Wardens, and it was their responsibility to protect the person of TalOS.

One could say that they were going against the orders of their sovereign, father, and deity. In earnest thoughts though the Omnissiah was more thankful that they were still here. He would have some family to fight with when they were traveling towards Terra.

With a flick of his mind they all were teleported from the throne room of the Necrons and into the bridge of the ship. Everyone, let them be Priest, Servitor, or Mortal looked upon them with horror and awe as they all stood among them. A moment later, all of them began to pray.

That felt good. The swelling of faith was the most filling of all emotions for it was giving an expendable piece of one’s soul to the person. Though the Omnissiah had no reason to use it or consume it these days for there were so many devotees within the universe. Instead he simply stored it for later when things would become dry.

+My Children, make a route for Terra. I shall act as the Navigator for this journey through the Chaos strung reality of the Warp.+ The Divine one said as he slowly descended into the command throne.

Fervor was what rocketed the bridge as they all realized just what that declaration had. It was obvious to each and everyone of them that the Omnissiah, a being of divine existence, was now standing within the chamber with them. The evidence was not spoken but shown as he seamlessly integrated himself with the ships systems without even an error or an ebb of corruption.

With a small push of his will the Omnissiah willed the Machine Spirits of the Onus Probandi to awaken. For his effort all the spirits welcomed him with open arms as they realized that their soverign was among them once more.

When the Warp Drive’s spirit told the Omnissiah of its readiness, the Omnissiah began his prayer.

+Bring the Energy Generation to Max and disengage the safeties. Direct all power to the blessed Warp Drive, for we set off into Damnation.+ The Omnissiah said without urgency or fervor, for there was little need to do so, +Awaken her with all this might, awaken the Divine Sunderer. Pray to the Machine God for our souls as she awakens.+

He could hear the Machine Spirit’s reply. Its desire to serve him to its utmost potential. A hole in reality was punched and they traveled through it.

+Secure the Iron Curtains and wait, for we are now in the realm of thoughts and monsters.+

>>The Omnissiah/TalOS does not have much thought power so he cannot do much. For that reason…
>Create relic weapons for the remaining Steel Wardens
>Publish Perturabo’s Gift
>Give a sermon to those of the ship.
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>>5648455
>Publish Perturabo’s Gift
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>>5648455
>Publish Perturabo’s Gift
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>>5648455
>Publish Perturabo’s Gift
It may make his time defending lucius easier
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>>5648455
>Perts gift
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>>5647840
Solid reply, indeed this isn't a book.
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>>5648455
>Publish Perturabo’s Gift

>>5648440
by the way what are the Acillians we let the other forge worlds made doing. how many of the are traitors. I also imagine they have saved some forge worlds.
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>>5648455
>When the Warp Drive’s spirit told the >Omnissiah of its readiness, the Omnissiah >began his prayer.

>+Bring the Energy Generation to Max and >disengage the safeties. Direct all power to the >blessed Warp Drive, for we set off into >Damnation.+ The Omnissiah said without >urgency or fervor, for there was little need to >do so, +Awaken her with all this might, >awaken the Divine Sunderer. Pray to the >Machine God for our souls as she awakens.+

>He could hear the Machine Spirit’s reply. Its >desire to serve him to its utmost potential. A >hole in reality was punched and they traveled >through it.
IT'S BACK YES BABYYYY I love this prayer
>Give a sermon to those of the ship.
We have got to iron out those edges....
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This feels like an 80's ride or die fantasy flick.

I wonder how peturabo will feel once he rides our giant Kick-ass robot? Impossible disdain for the enemy?

>Publish Perturabo’s Gift


If he gets into a fight, then he needs something special to ensure they don't survive their choice.
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Where is particep semper
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>>5648620
Loaded on the Onus Probandi :)
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>>5648621
LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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>>5648623
I wonder how powerful he will be now that we are the Ominissiah
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>>5648455
>Give a sermon to those of the ship
Leave the mortals wisdom Incase the worse should happen, that will spread and help humanity keep faith in the long years to come.
(Before our return with axe in hand and cog in mouth to battle the Arkifane)
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>>5648455

>Publish Perturabo’s Gift
This should be a free action, damn mystery boxes!
<Give a sermon to those of the ship
The FEED option, I hope this wins
>>5648621
TalOS: can I sit in you?
PS: yes, you may
>>5648561
What robot Pert riding?
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>>5648654
Well opening it is a free action. Using whats inside is the action.
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>>5648455
We should be able to do all of these options, we're literally living on GOD MODE!

Could we also recreate or create a super Omnissiah Axe to replace the one we lost?

Tempted for making relic weapons since weapons in 40k tend to have major impacts on story and characters...........

Buuuuut since we've fucked the OT so much (or so little) that the divergence will likely end things much more differently than what they will probably will be in the OT.....

>Give a sermon to those of the ship.
They will hopefully be touched in such a way that carries onto their kids and people around them.
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And here I thought that Particep Semper's fate would be to punch a hole through Horus's flagman.
Well, things looks good for Perty: Particep Semper will counter Fulgrim, Blackstone fortress will counter Lorgar. The only thing that is left - to not go super sajan full monkey of destruction from all the anger generated by Particep Semper and Perturabo.
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>>5648455
>Publish Perturabo’s Gift
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>>5648781
>>>The Omnissiah/TalOS does not have much thought power so he cannot do much
We sleepy, maybe a Sermon would give us fuel.
>>5648840
Thankfully Particep Semper is Always Together will us. Confirmed here
>>5648621
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>>5648892
We have Basic GM powers. We just need to get some more power ups.
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>>5648455
>Publish Perturabo’s Gift
Might as well
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>>5648455
>Give a sermon to those of the ship
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>>5648455
>Give a sermon to those of the ship.
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Publish the Gift
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>>5648654

Sermon
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Results
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TalOS, no matter when it was in his life, always had a healthy fear of the warp and all the denizens that lurked within it. It was a fear created at a relatively early age which caused him to take insanely drastic actions throughout his life that no other mortal of his kind would try to complete.

For the Omnissiah the Warp was seen both differently and with the same kind of reverence. He knew now how the Warp flowed from one end of existence to the other and how it was slowly bent to the will of the gods which called it home. It was for this reason that the essence of a god still carried within him a sense of weariness against the warp.

All that kept in kind though, he knew now that he was above his original fears. While at many places he was still blind to the happenings of mortal he was far more powerful. If he was forced to, the Omnissiah would be able to escape the realm of chaos through the Mechanicus’s Teleportation systems. It gave him the ability to punch through the veil that hung between their realities.

To stack upon these advantages the Machine God was a creature of the materium. While he could not neutralize the immaterium like a Pariah he was always aware of where in the Materium he was. He also possessed the divine knowledge of the Machine God and thus could navigate the waves of the Warp with relatively less complication.

The issue was though that the Omnissiah needed to work for this. Strapped into his chair like a navigator at the alter he was studying the warpscape around the ships he guided to make sure that they made it to safety. A second’s lapse in these judgements were all it took for the Chaos Gods to scuttle their ships among their realms and devour the rest.

Thus the vast majority of his time was simply working out the calculations and becoming something close to a navigator. It was inefficient and impractical but it was what needed to be done to make sure that all the cargo within this fleet reached the Praetorian when it needed to.

It was this concentration which was key.

In the end it was not the Omnissiah’s ability to work, or any lethargy that the divine suffered, but his knowledge of his vassals which kept him from traveling in a one way trip. Gellar’s Field would have failed by then no matter how much maintenance the Omnissiah caused it to experience. He was a divine being that could make miracles happen but now was not the time to suffer the costs of changing reality so abruptly. Especially so when one walked the realm where other gods hold far more power than one’s self.
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The first time he left the warp the Omnissiah made his way down the numerous chambers and halls that led to a massive maze of the vessel. Such navigation even when he was TalOS was something he found to be easy and effortless. As the Omnissiah it was a wonder that he even needed to walk there.

Well the reasoning was simple. Teleportation was hard and he was still bound to certain methodologies. Still measuring out his powers the Omnissiah could not fold himself into the realm that beings like Deathmarks and Flayed Ones are able to. At least not yet.

With a simple strike of his mind the Omnissiah opened the chambers that belonged to Perturabo. The Machine Spirits singing his praises as he asked them to give him entry to such an intimate location of his brother. Such songs and praises were odd for the Worshiper. The Omnissiah simply considered that he needed to get used to such events and cries.

The room of Perturabo was spartan, as expected of the man his brother had become. Perturabo the Primarch did not seem like someone who would humor themselves with anything but the mission. But that fact the Omnissiah knew not to be true as he walked over to a shelf and parsed out what was a simple drawing of a wall.

The wall was a wall, simple as that. But underneath the wall was a road wide enough to take in vehicles and pedestrians with ease. If built in the center of a city this wall would quickly become a vein that commerce travels within. To add to that, it appears that his brother’s suggested method of construction did not rob the walls of any strength in doing this.

Yes there were a few more issues with this design. However those were just quirks to an otherwise decent idea.

It was after this that the Omnissiah traveled to the safe where his brother alluded to. As his brother said TalOS simply needed to wave his hand and the container sang its devotion to the Machine God.

With it opened the Machine God reached into it and drew out the gift.

The model was of the most exquisite detail imaginable. Each piece is a perfect replica of what could be found if someone looked at the real thing. Its colors, blue and gold, were exactly the same hue and tone that were found upon the item it was a reference of. When the Omnissiah placed it upon the safe and based it to move, it moved in a way that was endearing to the eye while also being accurate.

Perturabo’s gift was a scaled version of Particep Semper, down to the detail.
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The Omnissiah was stunned for a moment as he looked upon it. Somehow he felt surprised even though he knew this was the gift his brother was destined to give him. Maybe it was the sincerity of the gift that was shaking the bones that Omnissiah still somewhat possessed. The fact that his brother likely worked tirelessly for a great many nights to create this and still held onto it through all the trials they went through together.

Was this the reason his brother was so stunned when TalOS was grievously injured. That his brother realized that he almost lost his chance to give this to his brother. Maybe it was the other reason Perturabo asked if the Omnissiah was TalOS, for if he was not then Perturabo lost his chance to give this to his brother.

“Brother, I thank you.” TalOS said as he grew a slim smile.

With a pulse of his mind the Omnissiah scanned the device and found it to be perfect. All the weapons upon it worked and it was over powered. That core though was not something that TalOS or the Omnissiah had seen before. If one was ignorant, they would claim it to be a perpetual motion machine that even the Necrons failed in creating.

But the truth was so much more than that. As the Omnissiah began his analysis it was realized that this device was specifically intended to harvest the energies of the Motive Force. Perturabo, likely barely knowing what he was doing, had cracked what it took TalOS a century to fully comprehend.

If this was released to the Mechanicus then study of it will likely result in the discovery of the Motive Force in due time.

Thus it shall be distributed. And just to further demonstrate the genius of Perturabo this Titan was STC compliant, thus it will be easily sneaked into the archives of Mars after the end of the war.

Yes, the Omnissiah could see it now. A bright future in the darkness was now within his hands.

>Meet with Dorn
>Head Straight for the Emperor
>Strike upon Mars
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>>5649403
>Strike upon Mars
Here comes the rain.
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Also kek at Pert giving a mini to TalOS.
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>>5649403
>Strike upon mars

I HEARD SOME HERETIC WAS STARTING SHIT!
Also, to confirm our status as Omnissiah, we must make the rain come to the red planet. Though a rain of blood and oil may not be what was intended.
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Does TalOS even remotely have the power to attempt to seal the rift? I don't expect he does though I am curious.
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>>5649410
No, I will tell you now he is at parody of Daemon Primarchs.
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>>5649412
I was about to ask if we could create a materium rift in that case as a joke, but it doesn't makes sense. Unless that's what a wormhole would be
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>>5649404
>>5649409
Man, of all the times to make it rain, it's such a shame that such a glorious feat must be done under so vile a circumstance as a civil war.

Also as cool as it would be I think the implication was that the "rain" part was just another part of Moravec's false prophecy of the Omnissiah that the Emperor exploited.

It's funny what a 180 TalOS did, before being skeptical of the idea of a divine Omnissiah when meeting Big E, then realizing it was a false creation of Moravec. . .and then all of suddenly becoming THE Omnissiah himself in the godhood form previously thought not to be possible.
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>>5649403

>Strike upon Mars.
More divine power, less civil war. Sounds like a good plan.
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>>5649403
>Strike upon Mars
Hopefully a meetup with our God will give us yet another power boost, but more importantly

MARS: STRATEGIC PRIORITY ABSOLUTE
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>>5649417
I know, but the Mechanicus need a symbol during this heresy, and the prophecy is so widespread at this point that it would be easier to lean on it to help improve morale.
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>>5649423
TalOS is such an incredible prophet, he can grant salvation to a False Prophecy and make it a True one.
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>>5649403
>Strike upon Mars
Get your ass to mars
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>>5649429

Nano do you think Tal0S is capable of sealing off the corrupted entrance inside the Imperial Palace? Maybe after getting stronger on Mars?
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>>5649438
Well QM said at this point he definitely isn't. I'd like to imagine that maybe the BSF and it's Null Beam might have, but of course, that would blot out the Astronoican and spell the doom of the Imperium in the face of Horus by grounding the entire galactic fleet.

I don't know if there's any opportunity but there is an untapped Webway entrance onto Mars but. . .honestly if it hasn't been broken into there's virutally zero reason we want to open that up and risk demonic hordes spilling onto Mars, even if we could try to give some relief to the War in the Webway.

Best we can do is asking the opinion of the Void Dragon.
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>>5649403
>Strike upon Mars
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>>5649442

This is going to sound very 40k...ish, but couldn't the formal null organization that we created maintain the entry without the Emperor having to enter the warp?
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>>5649456
The best of them are probably on Xana right now or helping Corvus against Lorgar. The smart thing Perturabo might do is try to "Juice Up" the BSF on Xana and let it massively negatively charge it's blackstone structure, maybe have a large portion of the Null Nobilite inhabit it.

He did invent Psychic Hoods using Blackstone, I think he'd have the intellect to know how to best use it.

TalOS talks so much like he's not going to survive the HH. I hope he does, or at least some form of him does. I can't see our Paranoid Boy not having like 50 different contigency plans on survival.

I hope his doom and gloom of Talos referencing "I'm not going to survive this" is just a bit of him being cynical on the safe side only because his future vision like the Emperor's ends at the Vengeful Spirit or something. The Emperor thought he would die too, but he lived.

If he lives, he can probably ponder on the problem a lot better with time.
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>>5649469

Well if all goes to shit, the emperor at least still has the lanterns. The less retarded version of the gray knights, who have had much more time to develop.

I firmly believe that Tal0S's efforts were worthwhile, at the very least they can guarantee a reduction in the destruction generated by the heresy.
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>>5649403
>Strike upon Mars

>>5649475
at least our boys don't sacrifice psykers to bless a single bolter round.
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>>5649399
""While he could not neutralize the immaterium like a Pariah he was always aware of where in the Materium he was.""
QM can you confirm we still have the Pariah skill of Warp Eating? (True death for demons)
>>5649402
We shall name it: 'Particep Parvum'
>>5649403
>Head Straight for the Emperor
Touch bases with Pops, maybe this time around we can cook him up some Starch Tendies
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>>5649475
TalOS has performed many useful feats, just to think of a few
-We've created a second stronger Ultramar and ensured it's loyalty to the alliance with the Imperium.
-The mere existence of it means that Ultramar itself too is going to come out of this much stronger as the traitors efforts are diverted
-A third new Psykana arm via the Null Nobilite, who will be all the more powerful than the SoS ever were, spread throughout the galaxy and having their own domains
-More Knights than you can shake six fists' at, and most of them loyal to Dutonis
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>>5649402
MY FEELINGS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Saving perturabo was the right call, even if Alpharius was the correct choice
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>>5649488
>Every bullet is blessed witht the blood of a virgin
You know what's great about this quest? Is that it has zero (0) grimderp
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>>5649403
>>Strike upon Mars
>Anons voting to go to daddy
I can't believe you guys
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>>5649513
Tbh, I firmly believe that QM had a great plan for all three of them and I would love to have seen them all.
In another timeline or permutation, we'd have been proud of what Alpharius did, and equally as annoyed at Perturabo.
I can only imagine what further regrets we'll have with Alpharius here. And Magnus.

>>5649515
Ehhhhh, it's still 40k at the end of the day.
Grimderp is only a consequence of being poor. The more resources a society has, and the better leadership, the less grimderp it can be.
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>>5649518

Nano are you talking about fiction or the real world? Because your comment is equally correct on both.
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>>5649518
grimderp is "The grey knights are uncorruptible! And that one time they killed the SoS and bathed in their blood in order to be uncorruptible!" And how can we foget the "The guns in void ships are loaded manually!" "When the ship needs refueling there is a dude that has to put the fuel directly into the reactor and he melts halfway!"
Come on, you know as much and more as you've read many books. "The geller field is fueled by a psyker put into a coma!"
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>>5649403
>Strike upon Mars
We are Mars's & the Adeptus Mechanicus's Imperial representative first and we do our best to get our house in order. Unless ordered otherwise by fortbro or Edaddy.
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>>5649526
Most of what you said is still technically true here or at least exists with the exception of the Grey Knights who will be supplanted.
What separates the Mechanicum from the Imperium is our Autoloader technology does work. Though frankly, I also feel we would use more Lance Batteries or Plasma Batteries than we would Macrocanons.

I imagine the part where acolytes have to directly fuel reactors is also now avoided thanks to much better and open automata.

Hell, we're a big trend setter. I think one of the biggest changes we've made is that the majority of the Imperium is open to naked drone tech and less servo skulls, following the Lucian tradition of recycling even bones rather than using them for religious purposes. Our drones are just plain drones.

40k is full of grim but hey, it's part of the fun you know. Just no need to throw it into everyone's faces except where it's not appropriate or overbearing.
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>>5649565
It's all about measure, but that's my personal taste. In general if I am reading something that makes me raise my eyebrow I am not too receptive. Except when it's about dark eldar and bullshit mirrors that destroy you if you break 'em while they reflec your person. Or bullshit soul-transferring crowns that allow you to escape your dying-by-the-plage-that-turns-you-into-glass (what) and let's not forget the armor that captures psyker souls and then you can use psyker stuff without being a psyker...
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>>5649594
PS don't look at the whip too much I don't understand to how to paint power weapons and I screwed up big time
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>>5649594
Yeah. That sort of thing can be a bit of individual taste so you're not wrong. I like that bit of lore on the Prismatic Mirrors used to defend Comorragh against demons by sending them to the center of a sun, it's pretty cool.

Orks famously operate on such bullshit space magic.
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>>5649594
Oh nice, Dark Eldar minis update. It has been a while
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>>5649469
I think even if we somehow do survive it, the Emps is gonna "kill" us. Otherwise how would the QM end the quest? He needs us to die.
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>>5649403
>Strike upon Mars
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>>5649496
I was gonna say no, but C'Tan are soul eaters. So you probably still can.
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>>5649403
>Strike upon Mars
The Heretek must burn.
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>>5649723
It's not impossible to have an epilogue where a character lives you know?
Even if it's guesswork what happens later on
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>>5649403
>Strike upon Mars
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What bothers me is how the blimey fuck did that oaf Angron actually kill the Khan. It took both Lorgar and Angron to cause Roboute to flee and that was using Lorgars immense psychic power.
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>>5650063
idk man I bet Angron created blind spots in purporse so the Khan focused those but since Anger Man was prepared he countered. Alternatively, the world eaters were stronger than the white scars, even with the SPEED into equation
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>>5650295
Made me think of this
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>>5650063
>>5650295
Istvaan element of suprise plus Fulgrim on the assist
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>>5650310
Pretty much. Moving fast (deep strike, redeploying units, removing them from the board to put them in reserve...) and being hard to hit is not as good as having feel no pain 5+, more wounds, strength and attack. In my opinon
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>>5650348
These get better and better.
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>>5650310
Here's a shitty edit
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>>5650407
kek
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>>5650295
>created blind spots in purpose
>was prepared
That sounds 100% too nuanced and clever for Angron. Feels more likely that Angron had earlier Chaotic assist like Fulgrim had the Laer blade.
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How much will lorgar seethe when he realizes that matters so little to us that we delegated defeating him to perturabo because we have better things to do? I feel his rage will be volcanic especially when he learns we became the omnissiah
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>>5650430
TalOS and Fulgrim in eternal prophet duels would be a much better conflict than Corvus threatening him into "meditation" for 10'000 years.
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Looks like I will do a big update tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.
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>>5649912
True, but its what tends to be most "climactic", and this is 40k....
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>>5650604
40k is rarely about clean climaxes, true endings or finality. 4 out of 18 primarchs died, 2 of those end up returning as ghosts. 6 demon primarchs are now effectively immortal and the rest of the loyalists are 'lost' rather than confirmed dead with Lion and Roboute coming back. It's really more about the grim future, where there is only war. Carrying on through a galaxy of horrors. Most of the demon primarchs made huge sacrifices to live on. I can see C'tan TalOS possibly doing the same like offering up his soul in biotransferrence just so he can keep doing his duty. A living corpse father, a living skeleton of a son, full of regret and rage that he could not save his creator and the blasphemy that befell humanity.
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I can't wait for pops to be midly annoyed but welcoming. Oh, by the way, I understand that T4L0S inspires terror for completely different reasons, but what about his Pariah stuff? Yes, it seems the Omnissiah can impose true death on demons and prayers are his fuel so I can infer that They feed on souls... if they feel like it?
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>>5650846
The regret will be Lucius and Perturabo.
Not daddy skeletor since Tal0s made a beeline to Mars which is right next to earth.
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All eyes were looking out into the void for some form of communication or relief. It was lonely for the system of Sol, for they were suffering from blindness that stretched across the entire galaxy.

Upon their doorsteps were battles and schemes, all of them being enacted by the disenfranchised of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Mars came into revolt by a group calling themselves the Mechanicum. Their talking points were rather simple; the Imperium had taken over their peoples and that Kelboor Hal was but a puppet to the Emperor.

There were attempts by the Praetorian to resolve this issue. To smother the cropping of rebellion just across from Terra. But to the amount of discontent upon the red planet was more than what was originally thought. Any machines that attempted to interface with the plant found themselves destroyed or malfunction from what the Magi of Terra described as Scrap Code.

Mars was under quarantine. Locked away from the rest of the realm as the Priests fought one another for dominance against the opposing force. Rogal Dorn knew the side he wished to join, for it was obvious by simply seeing the rebels that something foul had taken hold of their persons. However the traitors had with them Titan Legions such as the Legio Mortis stationed upon the planet, thus a large-scale attempt to crush the rebellion would grievously wound the Imperial Fists.

He could not risk such a defeat now. Rogal Dorn had to wonder if the next ships arriving into the system were going to be that of the traitors or loyalists. Would they be coming to bring some kind of relief to Terra or to be the sword that would puncture them.

It was then that the detecting systems of Pluto read the incoming translation. Far at the edge of space there was a warp flare that demostrated the incoming vessel.

Everyone waited in baited breath as they wondered just who was coming in. Much to their luck the vessel kept its transponder active and thus giving all who were within the system no doubt of who they were.

It was the Onus Probandi followed by a small destroyer escort. The mighty vessel, which not the greatest of the frigates in space, was known to be the secondary flagship of TalOS DAV1S of Forge World Lucius.

But the residents of Terra did not assume this was the truth. So many traitors were about that many simply did not trust their own senses to what was happening in the universe. Thus they began bombarding the Onus Probandi with hails to stop and prepare for a boarding action to be made against it.

The Onus Probandi did not hail any of them. It was also obvious to all those present that it was making its way towards Mars.
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The Onus Probandi continued its travel into the Solar System without fear. Even as the planets of Saturn and Pluto both had their monitor fleets begin an intercept course the vessel did not show a sign of fear.

Such fearlessness was warranted. Each of these vessels quickly found themselves in debate and dysfunction as lines were drawn on whether or not this vessel was to be destroyed as was standard procedure. The sides were a mix of both the Adepts of Mars and those of the Solar Auxilia. So many of them found debates as they tried to figure out what the purpose of the Onus Probandi’s arrival was.

To their anger they could not talk to Terra, to inform the Praetorian of this occurrence. Communication was only as fast as light could travel and Terra was currently three light hours away from Pluto and Saturn.

A great majority of these vessels found themselves disabled due to their own crews. Either the Captains not wishing to fire upon the Onus Probandi or the Adepts of Mars rejecting the orders to fire upon a being they saw as a divine figure. While this was the vast majority, quite a few of these vessels tried to fire upon the Onus Probandi out of sheer fear.

As if to confirm their fear, these vessels found that their gunds would not fire. Their lasers did not carry themselves through the cosmos and blood could not be spilled. It was as if the ships themselves were denying the loyalists from firing upon the Onus Probandi much to the confusion of those in charge of the vessels.

Soon the void between Saturn and Jupitor was crossed. So close to Terra there was no reason to be confused about the orders to be given for the Praetorian had given it. His declaration was to stand down and allow the Onus Probandi to finish its trip towards Mars. Such words sent confusion and indignation across all the fleets for they had thought that the rulings on ships entering the system were to be ironclad. That no vessel was to break the lines and make it this close to Terra.

In truth that is what Rogal Dorn thought as well. He thought that he would stick to his indomitable defense and hold out against anyone who dared enter the system. But even Rogal Dorn was infected with the ideas of sentiment and social relationships. That was, Rogal Dorn trusted his brother to do the right thing.

Thus the Onus Probandi arrived upon Mars after eight hours of intersystem travel.
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It was Chaos as the Knights and the Skitarii continued to defend the sanctified mountain of Olympius.

Mortars continued to batter the lines as many of the forces present were not protected by an Ion Shield or other forms of divine protections. Skitarii had focused their last few days in digging a trench across the side of the mountain as an attempt to combat against the enemy’s constant assault against the Mountain. For their trouble many of the workmen quickly became the targets of Mortar shots as the enemy confirmed and fired their solutions to prevent a complete defense of the mountain.

When the Mortars stopped firing the hordes emerged.

They were all a twisted form of abominations that did not appear to be reasonable or practical. Let it be wires sticking out of their flesh or several of them having additional appendages attached to their bodies for a little bit extra attack power. Another group even had weapons somehow merged with their bodies by the sinister mechanics that made their creation possible.

The Magi of the Mountain, those who fell back to protect such a Holy Site from Sacrilege, noticed that many of these creatures were once the workers of factories. Their bodies quite literally bleeding with the technological edge that the hereteks had invented in the short period of their allowed expansion.

When the Horde charged forward the fighters of the mountains answered. Knights native to Mars who had been defending with everyone else acted as artillery platforms thanks to their native armor and shields being resistant to the bombardments. When the hordes advance one would remark that the Knights who were like status would become animated and rain hell upon the incoming forces.

When the enemy got close to the mountain they would be rained upon by Galvanic and Radium fire from the Skitarii who were holding position. Their shots exploded or debilitated a large number of the horde that continued their march towards the line.

When it became dire, and the hereteks finally reached the front lines, the Proelitor who were hidden amongst the lowest trenches would make their presence known with volkite fire and chainsword.

Such was what was happening here, for unlike the great many times before where the Hereteks advanced upon Olympus with the Reaver Titan Varcarnerix. A Titan whose bloodlust was once sated upon Prospero, now it seeks to sink its fangs into the Mountain of Olympia to have another world burn.
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With the appearance of Legio Mortis the Knight known as Leandros knew that their defense was now coming down to the final hours. He, a native of Dutonis, had gotten together with a number of other Knight Houses who lived upon Mars for where they shall stage a defense at. It was thanks to him and his local contingent of Lucian Priests that they were able to even mount such a defense like this one at Mount Olympus, for Noospheric communication was in some way still active.

Somewhat being the working term as they were all dealing with what was called Scrapcode. It continued to assault their Machine Spirits at every chance it could have and many were infected with the virus simply because they were using non-Noospheric communication. It was like an airborne contagion that the enemy had released upon the planet which meant any communication that was not fully secure would fall victim to it.

So the only things that were fully secure was the Manifold of the Knights, second to the Noosphere that Lucius employed. One would wonder if vocal messages were viable but sadly when the enemy neared such communication did more harm than good. Many of them had gotten into the habit of singing the logic of scrap code at the top of their lungs in hopes that a Priest or Skitarii would take in such dialogue and become twisted by such measures.

The enemy, singing their blasphemous songs, reached the lines with a fury of their false gods ignorance. Lance in hand the Knight watched the forces below finally broke through the line of Proelitor and flow its way towards the lines of Skitarii. He understood that the Acillians and Astartes were not dead, but it was this final push by the enemy which brought enough numbers that the Proelitor could not hold them back.

It might be, if terror was allowed to corrupt Leandros, that there were other Proelitor among the forces present. That forced by their superiors they were turned via scrapcode.

What mattered for him now was the assault and Leandros was quickly following the example of his peers. With lance in hand he brought his Knight forward in a charge along with three of his fellows. It was agreed from the Mitarii of the Proelitor that such an action was to be done when they were overwhelmed, and that no care was to be given to whether or not they were trampled. Only that the assault was pushed back.

Leandros looked upon the world killing Titan which stood behind the horde and wondered if they could push it back. It was decided that he will try.

Raising his land above his head he got the attention of all his fellow Knights who were present. They all formed around him in the Lance that was used to conqure entire planets before.

And with a cry they charge, +DEUS MECHANICUS!+
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Blood flew everywhere as the Knights made contact with the lines of the enemy. The force of their charge was enough to smash apart so many of the hereteks that were forming the shocktroops of the assault. Leandros could feel electricity crawling up his leg as he stamped down upon a creature who was once an electro flagellant and then felt cables cut by a series of bodies being ran into his pistons.

It did not hurt the Knight, Dei Bellator, for there were plenty of different wires and such to compensate for the loss of single ones. All of these scratches were nothing compared to the carnage that the Knight was inflicting upon his foes with a brutal efficiency.

As he sliced through the horde he watched as one of his fellow Knights had a shell slamming directly into its flare. Luck was in for that Knight as its Ion Shields took the first shot, but then several others began badgering the Knight with gunfire that was coming from a company of Leman Russes. Seeing this happen Leandros could not let it stand and shot a spear of electricity into two of the Leman Russes, causing the two to explode in an implosion of fire and death.

It was then that he realized they were a distraction, for the next moment he found himself raising his shield towards a fellow Knight. Looking upon him Leandros realized this Knight was Incredulus Stultus, member of House Morales which was a servant house to Legio Mortis. He felt a creep going down his spine as he noticed that the warmachine he was fighting was covered in boils and flesh bids, many of them still holding the shape of the humans they once were.

The Knight, who was once a Paladin, tried to use his Thunder-Strike Gauntlet. It was only to Leandros’s luck that he was able to raise his shield in time to receive the attack and bash his opponent away.

His foe was undisturbed as he did this. It was as if just fighting was enough to place his fellow into a lucid state driven by whatever foul gods he was worshiping. Maybe it was because of the fight, or maybe it was because every step the two of them took killed at least a dozen of the cultists.

Whatever the case he was now able to pay attention to his target and with a push of his lance he tried to strike at it. Two times did his spear fail to impact the hull of his foe in such a way that it would injure it, but the other three speared right through their targets and caused blood to be sprayed all across the chassis of Dei Bellator.

Disgust flowed through Leandros as he realized this Knight had far more bodies within it than he thought of. Maybe, just maybe, the Faithless had learned of a war to bring Knights to the field without a Pilot by simply stuffing it with bodies of the damned.
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As he was bloodied by the Fallen Paladin he heard the Horns of the Planet Killer. Varcarnerix aimed its weapon directly upon one of his fellows and released a payload upon it. The Volcano Cannon easily turned the Knight, Faith’s Courage, into a pile of plasmetal with a single scream of its cannon.

Such was the power of the Avatars. Not even the shielding of the Knight would protect him from the attack and the Titan was not bothered by all the fire that was being slammed into it by the Knights that remained on the Mountain. It simply needed to destroy his lance of Warriors and then it will be able to march forward onto the mountain with its purpose fulfilled.

He needed to take down that Titan.

With a scream the Knight rushed his way towards the Titan with the fury of the Machine God at his beckoning. Once again the murder of the horde was at his feat as he thundered across their lines to reach the opponent who was so far away from him. He was not the only one to rush the Titan as his fellow Knights realized the same thing that he had.

Varcarnerix needed to die if they were to last another day upon the Mountain of Olympus.

Each step he took was another chance for death to reach him as the Titan realized the threats his lance possed. It waited a moment to make its decision, but when it did it indeed brought upon the target whatever wrath it could deliver upon it. Leandros watched as the side cannons of the Titan aimed and fired a plethora of munitions upon Esfuerzo Caballeresco with dozens of shots that ended with the Titan falling down upon the battlefield. Leandros knew that these attacks did not kill it, but when the horde swelled over the Knight and ripped over the cockpit he knew that death was now upon the nobleman who was within it.

Just like that each of his Knights died as they tried to reach the Titan. Death was now at all sides as the few Suzerins that were within the Titan came to try and stop the Knights from reaching their target.

Leandros wondered, as the Titan slowly brought its Volcano Cannon towards him, if his fellows would succeed defeating the Reaver in his stead.

Then he felt it. A drop falling upon his body. A drop from the sky above where one could see the stars themselves. But he recognized that feeling anywhere, and the pressure and sensors told him that the pressure of the air around him was rising.

The feeling he had upon his body was… nostalgic. It reminded him of his life upon Dutonis when he was so much younger. When it was about to rain.

It was then that he saw everything slow down and darken far more than it should have. He then felt the rain falling upon his Chassis. As it fell, the blood upon his Knight was washed away.
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What was once a clear Night where the moon lit the battlefield was quickly replaced with a storm beyond anything the people of Mars had witnessed. Lightning crossed the sky as the collection of water particles had energized the air once again for thousands of years. Not even the time of when the Emperor stepped upon the planet did such a raging storm appear.

Confusion reigned as the horde of hereteks found their steps quickly becoming mud and falling into what were unintentional traps scattered across all the fields. The Defenders looked up in wonder not firing upon their damned foe for they wondered just what was happening around them.

Why was it raining?

Such a thought plagued the minds of everyone. The Defenders of the Holy Ground slowly realized just what was happening when the sky above them parted. They all looked upon upon the stars above to see a single star fall among their ranks with grave and elegance. As it descended the storms raged all around with no sign of stopping for the presence of the one who called it to be.

At the tip of Olympus it arrived, at the same location the Emperor did so long ago. It was a size of a Primarch and had golden wings of metal. Upon its head was a Halo of the same golden metal which were accented by the robes of gunmetal gray and red that the being wore.

As it opened its eyes green lighting erupted out of it. With a motion of its hand this power shot through the air and struck those that found themselves in the midst of the onslaught with the enemy. Each of them rising from death when they could, or achieving death spasms when they could not.

Everyone, including Leandros, could easily tell what all the signs meant.

+My Children, you have fought and prayed for so long while defending this sacred ground.+ the Omnissiah said as he opened his hands wide, +Let me answer your prayers.+

>Let the True Avatar Walk
>Release a new Lance
>May it rain metal and droppods
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>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk
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>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk
Super Particeps Semper time?
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>>5651383
>Let the true avatar walk

We heard shit, and the talking of.

But from the traitors side, this is gonna be such bullshit.
>we're bullying them with a reaver titan.
>Suddenly marterial daemonhost with an imperator titan appears.
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>>5651383
>>Let the True Avatar Walk
Let him cook
>>5651400
If they get knights from piles of dead, they don't get to complain about bullshit
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>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk

Let the Prophecy happen
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Great update!
>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk
*IMPOSSIBLY LOUD WARHORN*

"What was once a clear Night where the moon lit the battlefield was quickly replaced with a storm beyond anything the people of Mars had witnessed"

>Martian Moon
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>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk
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>>5651383

>Let the True Avatar Walk.
It's time to show these parasites the strength of a real God!
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>>5651383

Wait a minute, right now Omnissiah is fighting for his existence, for his throne, for his people. Why the fuck wouldn't he attack with everything he's got?

I'm changing my vote from:
>>5651438

To:
>Let the True Avatar Walk.
>Release a new Lance.
>May it rain metal and droppods.

This is no longer a battle, but a purification.
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>>5651450
Because cinematic awesomeness. Denied.
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>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk
This is awesome
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>Let the True Avatar Walk

BWAHAHA Time to see Pert's gift in action!
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>>5651450
To act in accorandce with the principle of not wasting our energies.

And because this QM, out of all of them, has made it very clear he dislikes "I choose all" actions.
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>>5651383
Whats the new Lance QM?
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>>5651489
For both the Lance and Astartes one I was just gonna say that TalOS picked up a lot of back up on the way over.
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>>5651477

First of all, I doubt very much that ending a civil war led by his arch enemies is a situation where he can "waste energy". If the Omnissiah doesn't win this fight in a quick and efficient way, he will lose part of his literal existence.

Second, when it's appropriate yes QM lets us choose multiple options, it's just a rare thing to happen.
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>>5651451
What a bummer.

>>5651383
Please ignore this post:
>>5651400
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>>5651383
>>Let the True Avatar Walk
Why is this even a vote!?
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>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk
And so the battle of the gods is joined in full
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Does anyone have the actual Omnissiah prophecy by Moravec? I cant find it anywhere.
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>>5651586
Book Mechanicum, but we never knew the official wording.
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>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk

LET
PARTICEPT
COOK
let's goooooo
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>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ff68PsXbCK4&ab_channe
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>>5650846
Sure, that's 40K and Games workshop. This is something written by a fan and a bunch of autistic anons.
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>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk

>>5651451
I choose you!
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>>5651383
>>Let the True Avatar Walk
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>>5651505
You uh, Linked the wrong post there mate.

>>5651501
Doing shit like, using technomancy to force the titan to kneel while we execute it with a shot to the dome would be a waste of energy.
Would be fucking cool though
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>>5651888

Sorry my hyperopia gets worse when I'm on the phone.

But the second comment made me think of something, isn't the motive force an infinite bank of energy? How the fucking omnissiah is going to run out of energy, when he has an endless supply of it?
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>>5651932
>hyperopia
learned something new today, neat

I see the Motive Force as something entirely different, its the driving momentum behind everything happening in reality, the nature of the progression of time itself.
Thats why it can in limited forms revert, excelerate and slow down the flow of time, among other things. The machine god has some control over it, just like all C'Tan, probably by being an intrinsic part of it, but can't just change the whole of reality because they aren't the sole aspects, if that makes any sense.

>>5651383
>Let the true Avatar Walk
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>>5651383
>Let the True Avatar Walk
KILL
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>>5649403
I just realized that Alpharius and Dorn are in the same place and probably fighting.
Could we have stopped it?
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>>5651932
Endless supply doesn't neccercerily translate to being able to always use it.

Strain, time and replenishing our strength can all be limiters. While going all out to start will get one fight done, consider the long route.
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>>5651946

It's not fun I assure you.

Now talking about the limits of motive force, I would say that it makes sense that there are limits to what it is possible for a single being to achieve. I'm aware that Tal0S can't stop the time in the whole galaxy's, and go around eliminating all traitors present in reality one by one.

But I still think you're downplaying omnissiah's destructive capacity, he's not weak to the point of running out of energy in a conventional battle.

>>5652233

I see your point, but within the universe of the story itself we know that the solar system is quarantined, no traitor ship will enter the system without sounding all the alarms. And the situation in the Palace does not reflect the situation on the entire planet.

With this context in mind, what kind of situation could occur that would cause Tal0S to run out of power?
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>>5652416
>With this context in mind, what kind of situation could occur that would cause Tal0S to run out of power?
Having to power a geller field all by himself. Or getting stuck funneling energies to a certain group of pylons...
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>>5651888
A necron did kill a titan from miles away on foot with a Tachyon Arrow
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>>5652416
Doesn't Tal0s take energy from the Warp, from the stars, from the movement of planets, from magnetic fields, etc etc etc..


Dumping him into a black hole probably.
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>5652582
At an incredible range of 120'', strenght 12 and AP -5 it is indeed incredible, but the damage is only 1d6. Damn
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Everyone stood in stunned silence as the words of the Omnissiah himself rolled through their souls like an epic wave of might and reason. It was such a powerful declaration that the traitors felt for that split moment the reasoning of sanity bless their bodies and purge their minds of the filth that was the scrap code which infected them.

But then, just as soon as it arrived, the scrap code came back with vengeance and retook the minds of those who had foolishly allowed it entry. In an instant all the Demons and Denizens who made up the army of the damned felt the anger that the Four Gods were. That they were witnessing a new player upon the board that they thought damned.

The Omnissiah raised his hand above his head and with it the lighting came towards an apex. The wrath of the Machine God and the Motive Force each being energized by the storm of yesteryear rolling across the mountainous lands of Mars. They all witnessed as the air behind the Omnissiah seemed to fragment and shift, followed by a bright flash of light which blinded everyone who looked upon it.

Thunder roared as everyone eyes turned to see a giant of metal and power. Its colors were of blue struck with numerous highlights of gold that signified its notation as a member of the Legio Astorum. Its massive Hellstorm Cannon sprung with the intent of rampage while its Plasma Annihilator carried with its hydrogen fueled coils the white hot wrath of the Machine God’s vengeance.

Upon its two broad shoulders were the Vulkan Mega Bolters, but these were not the creations of simple Priests but everyone soon realized these to be the creations of Primarch Vulkan himself. Such relics were without equal but were still supported by two Quake Cannons and Volcano Cannons.

Those who were members of the Legions, let them be of the Titan or Skitarii, heared in revered whispers the name of such an epic creation of the Machine God. As the Omnissiah ebbed away and green electricity crackled across the hull of the diety they realized the truth.

This was Particep Semper, the Forever Companion of TalOS DAV1S.

Thus there was no longer a question on what kind of being this Titan war. It was all things. It was everything that the Cult Mechanicus had attempted to achieve for millennia and it had taken upon the battlefield of Mars for the final gambit for its life.

It was a God, and those who stood against it were but figments against its awesome might.
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The Traitors and Hereteks were too stunned by the appearance of this divine machine that they were the first group to be attacked. Quickly hundreds of thousands of their lines were lit with the Mega Bolters of Particep Semper. Hundreds of thousands of bolter rounds rained upon the field of monsters that had threatened to take the last divine location that was yet sullied by their approach.

The rest of the weapons belonging to Particep Semper roared to life. The Volcano Lances easily found their marks in cutting through two Knights who had been fighting against the Final Lance with the gaze of the machine god. Under such divine might they simply melted under the ire of the great god they all profuse to worshiping.

However the greatest foe of them all was Varcarnerix. A Titan who had helped burn the world of Prospero felt that it was well within its ability to face off against the Imperator Titan. Such was its high with unholy might that it fired all of its munitions in the direction of the awe inspiring existance that was the God of Titans.

Such an attack of plasma simply moved across the shields of the Imperator Titan. Particep Semper, the God of Titans, looked upon the userper for a single moment before deciding its fate. It sent a burst of gunfire which weathered and shattered the shield of the Reaver Titan with the ease of a child popping a ballon.

And then, for all to see, Particep Semper slice a hole clear into the torso of the other divine being.

Numerous explosions rocketed Varcarnerix but it did not go down. Even without its Princeps the Titan still have the ability to think and act upon the will of the Arkifane. It once again tried to fire a shot again Particep Semper and send the Titan into the ground.

But then, from the Mountain of Olympus, several hundred lasers came crashing into the shieldless being and scorched it. Each attack while nothing but a pebble at most was the answer of all those who worshiped their savior. All of them realizing that the Machine God was looking favorably upon then today and that he had given them the chance needed to take victory.

Being driven to its knees Varcarnerix looked to see a single lone Knight coming towards it. With a spear the Knight engaged and slammed his weapon through the skull that was once the operating bay of the late Princeps.

A moment later the entire Titan detonated, the explosion carrying through the air and slamming into all the forces that were present. Their skin melted and bones burned as all of the mortals of the Horde were showered in Plasma fire, only to be further tormented as the rain turned what was excruciating hot death into a cold and somber affair.


With their Titan defeated the Horde quickly began its withdrawal. So many of them are dying under the foot of each other.

>Work towards the Capital of Mars
>The Noctis Labyrinth
>Magma City
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>The Noctis Labyrinth

They think they mad now? Checkmate in two.
The Omnissaiah is starved.
The Fragment in the labyrinth has been feasting for 30 thousand years if not longer.
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>>5652694
>>Magma City
We must save magma city!! For reasons. And also to convince that bitch how wrong she is! Both her belief and research.
I wonder if the Akashic reader is to any use to us... plus Dalia Cythera and yadda yadda... guardian of the dragon Etecétera
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>>5652694
>The Noctis Labyrinth

I hope we don't get stuck there....
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>>5652694
> Magma City

Give the machine god access to Akashic Reader. Watch the universe spit out Malice!
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>>5652694
>The Noctis Labyrinth
We need not the knowledge brought to us by the warp.
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>>5652694
>The capital of mars

We must secure our worshippers.
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>>5652694
>Work towards the Capital of Mars
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>>5652694
>>The Noctis Labyrinth
Free the shard.
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>>5652694
>>Magma City
scientia ipsa potentia est!
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>>5652694
>The Noctis Labyrinth
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>>5652694
>The Noctis Labyrinth
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Hey QM bit of an odd side question but since I don't think it will play any further relevance, will Necron Pariah's exist in your setting?
It sort of makes sense if they are thought of as the rarest form of Necron created only by mad and insane Crypteks shunned even by Necron society, like Szeras who canonically abducted Cullexes assasins for that purpose as a mad biomancer.

I ask because I was recently reading the Cain books and they had a Necron Pariah in it.

I wager what stopped them from showing up was the Silent King being horrified at the concept of realizing the C'tan wanted them to be the next evolution of the cron race and flat out told Szeras to cut that shit out.

It does seem like TalOS himself might actually resemble something of the concept. In the least, the proliferation of the Null Nobility might also make it easier for crypteks to abduct and make 'Cron Pariahs.
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>>5652694
>Work towards the Capital of Mars
Preserve the center of administration and save Kelbor Hal.

The Machine God will answer the calls of his Vicar and Pope.

If Zeth want's to mess with a dragon she can try, but not even Chaos Hal dared to do that in canon.
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>>5652694
>Magma City

This doesn't have the problem of the Emperor outright banning us and it presents the largest concentration of the Enemy. If we capture/convert them. We win back Mars. If we manage the Akashic Reader? We win the game.
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this vote is divided. I love it
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>>5653352
Oh it is so divided. You guys got about an hour to figure it out.
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>>5652694
>Magma City
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>>5653378
I'll do a quick count so we can know

Capital - 3
>>5652901
>>5653076
>>5653273

Magma - 5
>>5652735
>>5652852
>>5653081
>>5653341
>>5653380


Labyrinth - 6
>>5652731
>>5652802
>>5652891
>>5653078
>>5653161
>>5653188
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>>5652694
>Work towards the Capital of Mars
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I am voting for Magma city because there is SOMETING TO DO there. Going to the labyrinth now is asking for trouble.

>Be me
>THE OMNISSIAH
>Travel half the galaxy to save Mars, the cradle of my cult.
>Show up and obliterate the heretek
>Now I will clean the-
>How about I fuck off into the bowels of the planet and do nothing for an indeterminate amount of time?

This is why, I want you to vote for Magma City
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>>5652694
>Work towards the Capital of Mars
We came to save loyalists. So let us save loyalists.
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>>5652694
>The Magma City
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>>5652694
>Magma City
Save the loyalist
Slay the heretic
Purify the code

Then we fuck off to the Noctis Labyrinth.
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>>5652694
>>5653188 (You)
Switching from noctis labyrinth to
>magma city
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>>5652694
>Work towards the Capital of Mars
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>>5652694
>The Noctis Labyrinth
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Magma City (8)
>>5652735
>>5652852
>>5653081
>>5653397
>>5653341
>>5653380
>>5653391
>>5653395

Noctis Labrynth (5)
>>5652802
>>5652891
>>5653078
>>5653161
>>5653421

Capital of Mars (6)
>>5652901
>>5653076
>>5653273
>>5653386
>>5653389
>>5653405

There was an attempt to make it the Capital at the last minute
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>>5653273

Nano could you please explain the importance of Magma City in the lore?
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>>5653425
Bit busy atm but the gist of it is in canon Magma City was a major loyalist holdout if not the major loyalist holdout when Olmpus Mons and Kelbor Hal went traitor.

But obviously the situation is reversed so I suspect we'd be going to Magma City to smash the traitors.
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>>5653425
it has a machine that was theorized through the warp (and using psykers, a powerful empath, and some help from the Astronomican) allows you to access the grand total of all knowledge in the universe.
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>>5653430
Oh that thing? The Akashic reader?
Pretty sure TalOS outright theorized that such a machine was not possible and definitely a heretical warp trick ages ago.

especially given Vashtorr is now a thing.

Now the real trick is if TalOS can figure out Enuncia. The non-warp materium way to rewrite the fabric of the universe.

>>5653378
Would Enuncia operate off the motive force and would the Void Dragon know of it?
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>>5653434
>Now the real trick is if TalOS can figure out Enuncia. The non-warp materium way to rewrite the fabric of the universe.
>>>5653378
>Would Enuncia operate off the motive force and would the Void Dragon know of it?
Now now now, let's not get worked up over fanfic-tier cow feces written by a junkie
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>>5653428
Thanks for the info.

>>5653430
Is this machine from the last days of the federation or was it something built over the long night? Because even by Warhammer standards that seems like overkill.
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The obliteration of the horde of Hereteks upon Mount Olympus was a great feat which could not be ignored by anyone.

From each of the gulfs that the Olympian range of mountains cross the people began to move. The realization that such a divine entity could provide them some sort of protection was something that the loyalists could see being realized.

Many of them did not expect this day to come and few would ever have such a chance in their lifetimes. Among their people, upon this day in the vast history of mankind, a divine being has touched down upon the planet and will allow all to come under its wing.

The people swarmed towards the growing Legion of the Omnissiah by the dozens. Every step Particep Semper took upon the Holy Grounds of Mars was another step towards the future of Humanity’s survival in these dark times.

Such a massive throne to the Traitors could not be ignored. For so many of them who had willingly renounced their allegiance to the Machine God just hearing upon the airwaves the existance of Particep Semper was enough to drive them mad.

For those who were turned by the foul sorcery of the enemy it was so much worse. Their souls could hear the crying and cheers that were sung in the path of the divine. They could feel the tremors of the Machine God’s Avatar walking upon the earth as he slowly crossed the Lynese Gulf. Such power was in each of these steps that many of them were able to give one last prayer to the Machine God.

It was for this reason that the Omnissiah was saddened by their state. So many of them had become infected with Scrap Code and while their souls might have a piece of untaint their bodies had been ravaged far beyond what could be savaged. Why simply by being infected by Chaos did their metals that made their bodies become unusable for future projects of the Mechanicus, for anything using their foul metals would taint the project.

Skitarii, Titans, Knights, and Proelitor joined the march along with all the civilian workers who had avoided the worst of the happenings. Their walk shook the ground as the Omnissiah formed around Particep Semper a great army of warriors that would fight on his side.

His destination, which not a single word was shared for, was known by everyone who had a modicum of logic within their minds. They marched for the Magma City, what was rumored to be the epicenter of the Heresy which had gripped the Mechanicus. To run down those who foolishly think that it was the Mechanicum which was the true height of power instead of the Adeptus Mechanicus they were today.

The Omnissiah will teach them then.
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The Legion of the Omnissiah marched wordlessly across the red sands of the Holy World of Mars. So many of the feet walking were but civilians, people who had yet to find a home for themselves in their chaos and instead joined the forces of the Omnissiah in seeking his unspoken protection of both their bodies and their souls.

Around all of these people were the Legio Skitarii that had found themselves grouping with this force. A large portion of warriors who had fought their entire lives in the name of the Mechanicum that they were now facing. So many of them were recently made destined for a future combat against the enemies of mankind only to find their first deployment to instead be the world of Mars itself. Such was a sadness for these folk, let it be both the young and old bloods.

Among these Skitarii were the Tech Priests who flocked to their divine leige. So many of them were simply bunkering down within their forges and using their Skitarii as a buffer against the terrors that were shaking outside. When news traveled through mouth that the Omnissiah had touched down upon Olympus they quickly ran to investigate. For many of them even the prospect of the Omnissiah having touched down upon Mars in its darkest hours was something that could not be passed up on. Even the knowledge that they had been hoarding safely from the hosts of the Mechanicum were but useless reliquaries against what was the Omnissiah. An epitome of knowledge that they could not come close to rivaling.

Beyond them was the armored fist of the Mechanicus. The Proelitor, Titans, and Knights all walked together while studying the horizon for any form of attack that would come in their direction. The Titans shook the ground underneath their feet as the Proelitor rode with the deployed vehicles of Sicarian and Land’s creation. Each of these blessed rides giving them enough speed that if they needed to, they could match the speed of the two Warlord Titans that they were riding with. The Knights as well were more than prepared to match speed their their giant counterparts and run down the traitors wherever they would present their heads.
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All of their formed without a single word spoken amongst them all. Such a need was evident as the very air itself rang with the scrap code which had damned their entire realm to heresy. In truth each and every one of them were being given a push by the Omnissiah himself to move forward with him towards their destination.

Such was the need for a time like this where Chaos ebbed and flowed as readily as it did. The Omnissiah knew this to be the case and thus organized his people for this exact matter. Each of them shall be given the inkling of knowledge of what he wishes for them to do. Such actions were taught by the God to the Worshiper, and thus did the Omnissiah carry through the ideal of what everyone thought a divine being was supposed to act as.

This march was a symbol in both reality and the warp. By making it in both methods the Omnissiah had given his people more protections than they could ever understand.

Mars cried all around him. The Omnissiah could hear the scrap code infecting all parts of Martian life and it was painful. So painful to hear the cries of misery of the people who were now in a world that will reflect the future of mankind.

He cried for his people. He wept for the journey as he heard their cries exemplified within his ears.

He did not wish it to be silenced though, for to silence the cries of the needy was not what a god did! While there were many reasons the Omnissiah walked silently across the sands of Mars it was the fact that he did not wish to be deafened by his own voice which caused his thought.

As he did so he could hear the prayers of even the corrupted. Of those who had lost their bodies to the foul machines which now puppeted them across the dunes.

Such was the reason that he looked beyond his sight to see them now. Go tight was the grip of Chaos that the Omnissiah, a divine being, was blind to what was happening in the near future. But that did not mean he was blind. Doubly so when upon the planet of Mars.

Looking forward he could see it. His foes realized that the Magma City was being threatened and having sallied out to match Particep Semper in combat. Among their ranks was a few thousand of his sons, all of them changed into some horrendous abomination that was far worse than anything the Traitor Marines have yet employed themselves. From there so many people had been turned into monstrous creations or artillery machines for use by the corrupted magi who now championed the Mechanicum.

Above all though, what was to come was a battle against Titans. The Omnissiah could hear the rumbling anger of none other than the Diez Ire along with almost the entirety of Legio Mortis walking amongst the sands prepared for the battle.

If this was a fight before his arrival they would be crushed, turned into mincemeat as the Diez Ire and all of Legio Mortis struck the final cord of death upon those who dared to invade its planet.

But the Omnissiah, Prophet of the Machine God, stood among his people.
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>Take them in a straight fight
>Bait them with Particep Semper
>Gain a defensible ground, force them to attack.
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>Bait them with Particep Semper

They cannot deny this prize. They will throw their full force into it. The 4 are nothing if not slaves to themselves.
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>>5653484
>Bait them with Particep Semper
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>>5653484
>Bait them with Particep Semper
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>>5653481
>Bait them with Particep Semper

>>5653447
it was built during the great crusade by Koriel Zeth and Dalia Cythera
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>>5653440
Not a fan of Abnett I take it?
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>>5653561
Sadly I am such an ignorant that I had to search for the author. I can only base myself on preconceptions and judgement, completely biased. Even worse, I just know that the Enuncia exists or existed, not that I read a book that features it. And from what I read the words were part of important books such as prospero burns and not a side story.
I do not plan on reading any warhammer book howver, because I am not... convinced on their quality.
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>>5653603
Sadly it is a big part of the Horus Heresy. It will however not factor in this story since thats a completely other story involving perpetuals.
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>>5653484
>Gain a defensible ground, force them to attack.
The Dies Irae is top dog Chaos Imperator *with* all its minions in the Legio Mortis. It survived till 40k in OTL. Lets definately kill it here.
QM how aware is PARTICEP SEMPER of our Transformation into Omnissiah. Also to a lesser extant what did PS think of [[[[Caliber]]]]?
>>5653603
Enuncia is definitely warp related, Young Emperor and Oll Persson ganked an Enuncia Council pre-Age of Strife. Lorgar gets into it aswell, also it can also be used by normal humans like the Iterator in Prospero Burns.
>>5653607
Nice
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>>5653484
>>Bait them with Particep Semper
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>>5653484
>Bait them with Particep Semper
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>>5653484
>Bait them with Particep Semper
Eviscerate the traitors.
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>>5653484
A fair fight is for chumps.

>Bait them with Particep Semper

>Maxim 66: Necessity is the mother of deception
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>>5653603
>because I am not... convinced on their quality.
It can definitely vary. I remember struggling through parts of Horus Rising.

i'd argue the ones with consistent quality (at least to listen to on Audible they have GREAT voice actors) are:
-The Cain Series
-The Necron Books (Infinite and Divine; Twice Dead King)
-The recent Ork book (not very plot relevant, but definitely great to hear some proper Orky voices)
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>>5653607
Cool beans then. Was curious.

Any chance you can confirm if Necron Pariah's are still retconned here? I also don't see them playing any part but I was reminded that they were a thing and wondered about em.
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>>5653484
>Bait them with Particep Semper.

Come on bitch.
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>>5653484
>Bait them with Particep Semper
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>>5653477
>Bait them with Particep Semper
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>>5653484

>Bait them with Particep Semper.
The question now is, how many of them will take the bait?
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>>5653484
>Bait them with Particep Semper
Then give them the old orbital lance battery doubletap to the head of Dies Irae because fuckyouchoass.
Does being in the presence of the Omnissiah give a +3 Willpower resist to the effects of scrapcode to our guys? Imagine a necron-tier firewall just burning all the daemons.
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>>5653484
>Bait them with Particep Semper
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>>5653813
Have you considered:
>Ground based Artillery Weapons
>How obvious a ship moving into orbit is
>A Imperator Titan's ability to shrug off such an attack. Granted a Warlord cannot but my point is Imperator.
>Titans, if given a chance, can take down ships as many of their weapons are equivalent to small arms on a vessel.

I say all this really to scrap it in favor of things looking cool. At the end of the day a big battle is cooler than subterfuge.
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>>5653769
got it, I'll pirate them. >>5653607 >>5653638 I was thinking it was some sort of sub-plot that was never expanded upon and put there to introduce a new threat to keep the readers engaged. Similar to comic books
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>>5654175
You can get the Audiobooks on the Torrent thread easily enough. My suggestion is you listen to the first three, peak your head at whatever Dorn is doing, and then wrap it up with the 'Death' series. I'm wrapping up the first of the last and I'm hoping the final one is at the same quality.

Just a warning that deviating from what I said gets you weird subplots. The Eunicia and Perpetuals are tied with Imperium Secundus while all of Chaos went on a 'Journey of Discovery'.
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>>5654159
Mars itself is probably bristling with Surface to Orbit batteries we're very fortunate that Kelbor Hal and the loyalists are nominally in control or contesting most of them.

I'd wager "Battleship Mars" is the strongest orbital defense platform in Sol nigh short of Terra itself, if not more so thanks to being a War Production world.

It can build ships as it fights Leningrad Tank Factory style.
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>>5654180
I've only scratched most of the HH books, I tried to get through them in chronological order but Horus Rising really turned me off halfway through.

What's your take on Ollanius Pious vs Ollanius Persson?
I always though that the idea of a perpetual reaching the Emperor with a magic space knife less impressive than the idea of him simply being a mortal man.

Imagine the admiralty, hearing the Emperor has boarded the fucking Vengeful Spirit and ordering every last surviving Solar Fleet ship to try and ram and board it. Each and everyone with so much as an engine to dogpile it.

Scores upon scores of vessels and hundreds of thousands dying in the first few moments just so that the surviving ships can actually latch onto the Vengeful Spirits hide and breach it with boarders or invade the landing docks, and even then the casualties mount. Where the Emperor's Custodes all perished, each a Demi-God warrior the worth of an army themselves, entire regiments disembark and throw themselves into the literal and actual demon infested hell that was the Vengeful Spirits inners.

And then, after Omnissiah only knows what it took to breach the bulkhead doors to Horus command bridge, where maybe millions had perished just to get him there from the outer hull to the center bridge, a single human guardsman, merely a mortal, with the aid of his dying friends throwing themselves at Horus elite terminator Justaerin just so he can stand and fire a single las gun shot at Horus. This single death enough to make the Emperor see what his son had truly become.

A mere mortal man, not a perpetual, altering the fate of history, making the deaths of those who got him there not in vain.
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>>5654197
I'm just surprised you found Horus Rising bad.
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>>5654200
The first part was very good and I remember the battle in vivid detail as well as the mournival scenes, but it sorta lost me when they had the remembrancer waltzing about the city. Suppose I should go and give it another chance.
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>>5654202
Yeah I don't blame you there. That might be the only dry part of the story since you do not even know who the drunk is. But he becomes rather important for the three books.
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The enemies of the Machine God slowly crested over the hill. Their eyes were looking straight forward for there was no care about what was at either of their sides but the great being that was marching towards them.

It was Particep Semper. The being glowed with a radiance which matched what they would have originally thought to be divine. While this was a truth their minds were clouded to the point that they could only see an enemy approaching their lines.

In an instant information traveled from the scouts that were looking upon the enemy to the Titan crew who were preparing the battle of their lives. Diez Ire was ready for a fight and without even sending a Warhound ahead of him began marching towards Particep Semper.

Thus the Legion walked with its legion of maniacs at its rear. The slaves of the Legio Mortis hooting and hollering as they tasted blood in the air. They knew for a fact that the coming fight was to be one of the greatest fights upon the face of Mars. Such a fact was known and further more they did not care whether they won or died, for at least their suffering would be relieved to some extent.

Particep Semper was within a plains which was surrounded by a mountain range to one side and a massive cliff on the other. It had surrounding it a few Warlords and Warhounds, but nothing near the same amount of Titans that the Diez Ire had around itself.

Maybe if there was a shred of sanity or a Priest who was in control of the Warmachines there might have been some different tactics that came into the minds of the Legio Mortis. But many of their kind was not so willing to become the servants of Chaos and those that were had lost their minds before the Omnissiah had made himself known to the planet.

Their suffering was simply that by the appearance of the Omnissiah they might have seen something other than Chaos. Chaos could not allow that and thus ruined its servants in the selfish manner of retribution that such a force will be well known for.

The Horns of the Diez Ire screamed into the air along with the rest of the Titans that were in its company. Among its forces were five Warlords and Seven Reaver class Titans that acted as a support to the Imperator that was among them. There were only three Warhounds, for the rest of their breed had found traveling alone on the prowl to be a better alternative to the Horde they would have followed. Diez Ire without popping the shields like what had won it a battle against the Reaver who watched a world burn.

Seeing no other reason to hold back they all began their advance.
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Plasma crackled as laserfire filled the air with light and fury. So many of the Horde who had gathered at the Manifestation of evil incarnate found their flesh burnt from their bodies and their souls eaten by the Titans as fuel for their guns. Indeed simply firing these weapons were enough to bring about the devastation of entire worlds and now they were all erupting upon the surface of Mars itself.

Many of these attacks had gone into Particep Semper. Just as the True Avatar of the Machine God had tested the shielding of the Diez Ire these Titans wished to see if the Imperator was indeed on the standard of the divine. Each attack against the shields of Particep Semper flared with a cracking green as the impacts were dissipated through simple reality distortions that were far greater in scale to what Void Shields were capable of. Thusly these attacks did not pierce the Titan, and instead gave the side of Particep Semper another chance to fire against those that followed Chaos.

Stadning their ground guns rang across the earth with blinding fury and event. Martian sands were turned into red glass as the Loyalists tried to keep alive their part of the cause. None who served the Omnissiah had heard a word from the divine being but they could feel his orders as if he was a part of them. Their weapons were trained with concentration at one of the many Warlords which had followed Diez Ire into the battle and quickly punched through the shielding of the Metalic Construct.

Blood turned into a black fire as it sprayed across the field in a fountain. Such a brilliant display of fury and carnage was lost as the Titans of the Omnissiah’s Legion found themselves Counter Batteried by the advancing forces of the Diez Ire. The shots of this force were wide and wild as many of them might have simply enjoyed firing the weapons but a few Princeps suspected another truth to that matter.

Indeed, as shields dropped and parts of their Titans were scorched they realized that the vast majority of the Diez Ire’s cohort were equipped in some manner with melee weapons. Such a gross overuse of such weapons by the standards of a normal Legion, whatever had gripped these forces had caused them to gain what might have been a literal thirst for blood.

As the forces approached, the moment had come.

>Teleport a bunch of Knights
>Jumpacks, bitches
>They came from below
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>They came from below

No one ever expects the Lava to be hiding the enemy instead of destroying it!
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>>5654245
>Jumpacks, bitches
Jump packs are cool
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>>5654245
>They came from below

Its dumb and I love it. Rise up!
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>>5654245
>They came from below
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>>5654245
>Jumpacks, bitches
>Jumping Dreadnoughts
They'll be expecting Assault Marines

What they won't be expecting are Assault Dreadnoughts
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>>5654245
>>Jumpacks, bitches
I THREW THAT BEFORE I LANDED INTO THE PLANET badly done reference
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>>5654245
>>They came from below
I just imagine knights and titans with their crab like upper body just shimmy out of the ground and start blasting
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>>5654288
I'm thinking it's Termite Drills
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>>They came from below
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>>5654245
>Jumpacks, bitches
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>>5654245
>Jumpacks, bitches
>Jumping Dreadnoughts
I like this idea. Steel Wardens who are dreads.
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>>5654245
>Jumpacks, bitches
Supporting the idea of Dreadnought Dragoons.
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>>5654245
>Jumpacks, bitches
>Jumping Dreadnoughts
The traitors think the only way to bloodshed and wrath is through Chaos. The gifts of the Machine God will show them their err.
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>>5654245

>Jumpacks, bitches.
>Jumping Dreadnoughts.

It's raining steel, Hallelujah! It's raining steel.
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>>5654245
>>Jumpacks, bitches.
>>Jumping Dreadnoughts.
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>>5654552
What the- ¡¡ANON!!
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Sorry but I will be delaying the post again tonight. I'm finishing a trip I've been on now and will be at my normal schedule tomorrow.
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Above the Omnissiah there had always been storms raging above, a sign of his divinity that allowed those that followed him to both easily find and flock to his banner. Such storms were heavily ionized with the warping reality that the Omnissiah had placed upon the world and as such made it nearly impossible for Omnispex Scanners.

Such was the reason that when the forces of the Titan Legion came towards Particep Semper that they could not see what was above them.

When the angels of the Omnissiah came down upon the Titans they were blind to their arrival. Their senses being limited to the helm of the Titan and whatever vid readings that were avalible to them across the vessel kept them from seeing what was directly above their Avatars. The Pterraxi and Proelitors learned of this fact and quickly followed the wordless instruction by their sovereign to take advantage of the skies.

Thanks to the Motive Force they were unimpeeded by the rain, and quickly they infultrated two of the four Warlord Titans like microbes to a mortal body. Just like microbes they began to eat at the numerous pieces of machinery and flesh that made up the internals of the Titans.

Such damage was done easily through the use of flamers, lasers, and meltas that scored massive scars across their bodies with ease. Each and everyone of them bled, let it be oil or blood, with the deft hand of the warriors in question eliminating them.

There were those who attempted to hold back the pathogen of death. Those who were members of the who had become slaves to the Legio Mortis or those so loyal that they came with their Princeps into damnation. They fought with the boarders with chainswords and pistols with what must have been extreme bravery or insanity.

These people however could not win. The Proelitor were but armored juggernauts and the Pterraxi were each equipped with sterilizing flamers that easily sliced through the flesh of the unfaithful. In these tight quarters where many of these fighters found it impossible to bring anything greater than a heavy bolter quickly found themselves adequately equipped.

Of these groups, the one led by a Steel Warden Dreadnaught landed upon Diez Ire itself. Even though they knew the risks this would take upon their bodies and souls they had done so without care or worry.

After all, with the death of this Imperator Titan, Mars might as well be won.
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The changes to the infection which was brought upon the enemy Titans was not immediate. For this fact the battle between the Titans was ongoing and still as brutal as it had been.

Particep Semper let loose a fury of lasers and plasma into one of the Reavers who had tried to form a battleline behind the advancing Warlords. Letting them stay in position to send numerous rounds into the Loyalist Titans was not an ideal event that the Omnissiah realized could not happen.

The first few attacks quickly scrapped and removed the shielding of the Titan. Its Shields being burst by a concentration of Volcano Lance fire that did exactly as the Omnissiah wished it had. A moment later several slugs of both Bolter and Hellcannon rounds went into the metal flesh and armor of the Reavers in such a way that it sent the other Titan reeling back with ease.

It was here, at this moment, that Particep Semper’s Plasma Annihilator scraped through the hull of the Reaver and made a nearly perfect hole going through its armor into the reactor that was at the rear of the Titan. It was a killshot, one which was answered with a nuclear explosion that shoot the foundations of Mars with its deathcry.

The Warlords around the Omnissiah had began their focus firing upon the incoming Warlords. Each of them knew that their weapons were but useless against the Diez Ire but against his subordinates the chances were much higher. For their efforts a shield was popped and one of the arms of the Titan fell as a shot of plasma sliced through its joints leaving nothing for the limb to be connected to.

For their trouble they continued to be peppered with all kinds of gunfire. Their bodies should have been just barely holding onto full performance and crumbling against the advancement of their enemies. But they did not, for their Machine Spirits had been awakened to their fullest and were more capable for war than they had ever been since they had been forged upon the forges of Mars itself.

Each Princep, knowing that their deaths were but intimately coming, welcomed it with open arms. Each and everyone of them were filled with a great amount of radiance and adrenaline that could not be compared to any feeling a mortal being should have. But together, both Machine Spirit and Man, to be fighting alongside the Omnissiah itself was beyond whatever ecstasy the daemons could provide them.

As they fired though the time had come, the Warlords finally arriving into position began their charge.
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They were fast and unwieldy, these Titans were. The Titans carried themselves through what was a monumental amount of gunfire in an attempt to reach the frontlines of the Titans they were fighting. It was a hard attempt, the distance between the two sides a rift apart, but still the Titans went for the kill lest they failed to saturate their foul gods.

Suddenly faced with the onslaught of the coming Titans those that served the Machine God locked their joints and began firing at the highest speed capable. Such attacks scorched the ground around them into a melting sludge of martian sand.

Normally such erratic attacks would have been useless to the defenders. Each of their aims being ruined by the prospect of melee combat that none of them wished to experience. This however was not the case, not when each of their aims were subtly changed and calculated by the will of the Omnissiah himself.

His will manifesting in the guns of the attacks, one of the Titans was brought down with several lapping fields of fire converging upon the single position that it had found itself in. The wreck slowly fell onto the ground, failing to explode unlike its Reaver fellow that had attacked it before. The others however made it to their targets and with a simple punch of its Arioch Power Claw cleaved into the torso of another Titan with a pair of talons like those of their ultimate master.

With a simple pull of its claw the Titan ripped the rest of the way through the body and removed whatever semblance of its quarry was with a flick of its hand.

Another in melee, the one who had been injured, attempted to slam its gun into the face of the Titan it was facing. Such an attack quickly led to a tussel as its pair began grappling at one another with their armed limbs. Simple to say, but when the weapons became active for the Loyalist he was able to shoot down his opponent with only minimal damage to himself.

As for the remainder who had challenged Particep Semper, they simply exploded as Proelitor Troops escaped from hull.

Half of the support force for Particep Semper was dead with that exchange, but as the last Warlord was gunned down by the other Titan it was now a much more even fight!

>Charge the Diez Ire
>Continue the fight at range
>Lets try some remote piloting.
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>>5655779
>Continue the fight at range
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>Lets try some remote piloting

Time for some ground action
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>>5655779
>Continue the fight at range
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>>5655779
>Charge Diez Ire

I'd like to wager we can fight better than they can in the melee.
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>>5655779
>Lets try some remote piloting.
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>>5655779
>Charge the Diez Ire
I'm a little surprised there's been no mention of the storm we're generating melting Warp tainted flesh or carrying Divinely blessed nanobots
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>>5655779
>Lets try some remote piloting
40k titanfall
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>>5655779
>Continue the fight at range
Deny Khorne and his cultist a melee fight
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>>5655779
>Continue the fight at range
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>>5655779
>Continue the fight at range
There is a Dreadnought still inside Diez Irae, I hope hes ok.
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>>5655779
>Lets try some remote piloting.
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>>5655779

>Continue the fight at range.
Our enemy specializes in close range attacks, why would we risk giving them an advantage?
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>>5655779
>Continue the fight at range
They fucked up, we won
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Fight at range!
>>5655782
>>5655785
>>5655802
>>5655917
>>5655937
>>5656185
>>5656242

CHARGE
>>5655786
>>5655795

Remote Piloting
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>>5655801
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Particep Semper did not bother waiting to fail on following up against the numerous enemies that were still before it. The Plasma Annihilator began to go critical with a simple wave of the Omnissiah’s thoughts. However with a wave of his hand he had artificially increased the threshold by several times what was previously available to the system and prevented any real issues from coming about it.

With his equipment inline the Omnissiah pointed his weapons towards the Reavers who were acting as support to the Dies Irae. Upon his command two of the Titans imploded with a mighty blast that was carried across the field in a white hot explosion.

Retaliation quickly came as the Reavers began dumping their munitions into Particep Semper. Without the task of softening targets for the Warlords each of them now wanted the head of the greatest warrior among the forces present. However as they threw munitions after munitions at Particep Semper the Omnissiah simply waved his hand another time and caused his Voidshileds to flux.

Voidshields were built to send material that was sent at it into the Warp, but the Omnissiah knew this was an inefficient task at the end of days. By manipulating his systems to sent it to other dimensions that were so much closer to the material reality they inhabited he was saving on a great amount of energy as well as sustaining his shields for a longer period of time.

Because of this he was able to answer their attacks with an attack of his own, which when joined by the Warlord at his side sent another of the Reavers down upon the ground with a thud as its reactor did not have enough time to cause an internal explosion.

While the Reavers continued their firing at Particep Semper the Dies Irae went on the move. It had obviously realized the truth of the matter and was starting to close the gap just as the Warlords before it had done so. But unlike them, the Dies Irae was not a fool. Before it crossed the halfway mark it turned its turrets towards the remaining Warlord Titan and slew it with a beam of Plasma Energy. Such an attack easily caused the reactors within the Titan to implode upon themselves and kill both the Titan and the Princeps that was within it.

Seeing the tides, Particep Semper began to move backwards and towards the right. Its direction was the mountain range that covered one face of the battlefield with mountains from the Reavers. Before it did though Particep Semper sent enough munitions in their direction that the Reavers lost two of their number with a pair of lucky shots from the Volcano Lances that were upon the helm of the Titan.
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A simple straff was not going to change the outcome of the battle completely but what it did give them was a chance at reprieve. Every unit that Particep Semper placed between him and the Dies Irae was another unit that the Titan would been to cover. The Omnissiah knew this, and in doing so he finished the task that was started just a while ago.

With the Warlords they had killed gone, the Pterraxi and Assault Proelitor had taken back to the skies and made this invasion known to the Reavers. This time the defenders were not surprised and began to shoot both of these groups out of the sky with as much munitions as they could.

While it got quite a few of them, the armor of the attackers was too much for the defenders to take care of when the Princeps were bloodthirsty for the divine. The assault forces landed upon the Titans and began their invasion without error. In addition to this, as they had experience now, they knew where and how to attack the Titans and cause each of them to implode with ease.

Seeing this, Particep Semper picked off the two Reavers who were not infected by the pathogen of assault troops. Just like those before them they had exploded with a glory of might that was only comparable to the star which hung in the middle of the system.

The Dies Irae, knowing that weapons were simply useless now, moved its entire strategy of movement into running right towards Particep Semper. No guns raged for they were useless against the Shielding Matrix that the Omnissiah was now employing. So the Princeps, of whatever remained of him, simply decided to try and bludgeon Particep Semper.

For his attempts Particep Semper attempted to fire and provide some forms of retaliatory fire against the advancements of Dies Irae. Much to his annoyance though the Titan too seemed someway blessed by the foul gods in such a way that its shielding was holding up incredibly well.

Where the Reavers fell to a single full blast of Particep Semper the Dies Irae was taking three times that amount and only then did its Void Shields come down. Even as the shields came down Plasma washed over its carapace like water and slugs from the Hellcannon simply sank into its flesh like gelatin. It did not flinch as these impacted it, as if the Titan was incapable of feeling pain.

Then, with all the force it could carry, the Dies Irae threw itself forward towards its fellow Imperator with the fury of the damned gods.
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The two Titan were now locked in a melee with one another. The Dies Irae quickly threw to the side its gun and slammed it into the face of Particep Semper as if it was a simple rod. Particep Semper, unfazed by such a foolish attack, swung a spinning Hellcannon into the torso of the aggressor which caused the Dies Irae to fall back just that little bit.

When Particep Semper went in for another jab the Diez Irea brought over its Plasma Annihilator and struck away the Hellfire Cannon of Particep Semper. Such a simple parry cause the martian sands underneath their feet to quake with force as thousands of tons words of metal were being thrown at one another.

It was a brawl between gods and this was not lost upon the Horde of Mortals that had joined the Dies Irae in its charge. Along with the sound of the attack was enough force that over a dozen of them had their internal organs rupture or simply becoming paste. Those who survived that tried to get at the feet of Particep Semper, but they found their advance squandered quickly as a team of Secatarii and Proelitors had manned the many hatches that were at the feet of Particep Semper.

The Dies Irae began activating its Plasma Annihilator and quickly brought it between the shielding system and Particep Semper. The Omnissiah knew such a tactic was to come, and with a flick of his mind caused the shielding system to activate at the moment where the Plasma Annihilator of Dies Irae engaged.

Such an attempt caused the Plasma round that was loaded within the gun to slam into the shielding system and dissipate violently into another dimension. For the Plasma Annihilator sent multiple rounds into the chamber at a time these rounds quickly rammed into one another and caused a jamming-like explosion within the weapon.

Both the Dies Irae and Particep Semper were sent back as the gun barrel exploded. The two of them looked at one another with fury as they regained their balance.

Then, as expected of something so foul, the Omnissiah watched as the energies of the Warp wrapped themselves around the broken Plasma Annihilator and transformed the strands of metal into plasma infused claws.

>Try and return the favor
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee
>Tackle the other Titan
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>>5656758
>Try and return the favor
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee
Titan size omnissiah axe
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>>5656758
>>Tackle the other Titan
We will tank one swipe of that damn claw, but with great might we will topple it over!!
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee
I like the titan sized omnissiah axe idea, Particep Semper gonna act more like a megazord than a titan.
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee
Our Melee > Their Melee
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee

>>5656776
>>5656990
Can we make a Titan Sized Omnissiah axe from the fallen titans, warlords, and reavers?
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull

Hell yeah
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull for melee
RIP AND TEAR
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee
>Other "Phase Spear"
He conjures forth a weapon from the Immaterium.
Let US conjure forth a weapon of the blessed Materium!
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>>5656758
>Tackle. Go for the knees
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>>5656756
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee
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>>5656758
>Manipulate the hull of Particep Semper for Melee
Be ready to catch these hands chaos cuck!

Btw, what is going on in ultramar at this time? If lorgar is in the federation it shouldn't have the ruinstorm raging out
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>>5657683
The Ruin Storm is the doing of Erebus, not Lorgar.

On the writing front you guys want the Omnissian Axe or take the joke above? Because desu the picture of a chainsaw photoshopped on a Titan was hilarious.
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>>5657688
Omnissiah axe
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>>5657688
The Omnissiah Axe, it's in the name
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>>5657688
The Chainsaw
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>>5657688
>The axe

better structural integrity
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<Chainsaw

The machine god makes all melee weapons possible.
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>>5657692
>>5657699
>>5657694

Alright I'll make the Axe, however I want a photoshop of it.
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>>5657708
Does this work, or do I hate to try and shop a hand too?
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How many tons will that axe be...
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>>5657712
Photoshopped a hand anyway
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>>5657712
Lower this one's axe for me, I have an idea.
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>>5657723
I'd like the blade to be near Particep Semper's head.
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>>5657721
And have another
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>>5657723
>>5657724
Something like this?
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>>5657730
Yeeeeesssss
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>>5657731
Alright, I'll try to put a hand and fix the transparency
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>>5657732
Time to dump the edits
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>>5657740
Damnit I just saw a mistake on that one
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>>5657745
Last one
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>>5657688
A Titan Power Saw is a canon weapon though!

Ours just looks cooler.
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Everyone there was now witnesses as the Dies Irae became truly a champion of Chaos incarnate. As his Plasma Annihilator became strands of metal that mimicked a hand, his armor quickly became scarred with marks and sigils that denoted who its true rulers were. For this whatever injuries that Particep Semper had made upon the flesh of this creature were regenerated with tides of flesh taking shape.

There were stark few witnesses to the battle, for a battlefield with Titans upon it was no place for civilians and their like. Those who were foolish enough to risk their souls by watching the proceedings found themselves horrified as they a Titan became something closer to a monster. How the limb that was now host to a Plasma Claw was so much closer to a man’s than a machine.

Such feelings were shared by both Particep Semper and the Omnissiah, for they were one in the same at this moment. Through the Motive Force the two of them felt the sheer corruption that was leaking into the folds of the Dies Irae and giving him such diabolical ability and fortitude. And they knew the ultimate source, for such foulness could not come into the universe unless there was a wound large enough to allow entry.

Such a wound lay in Terra, within the Imperial Palace itself.

The Omnissiah did not have any time to ponder such thoughts. With a body reformed into an abomination Dies Irae quickly charged Particep Semper and raised its claw up high to try and strike a devastating blow upon the flesh of the Avatar.

Particep Semper had to move fast, which was something that Titans still had the capability to do. Thousands of tons worth of metal could be moved at a single thought and thus in relative terms acceleration was fast. When one looked upon two giants fighting they would easily mistaken that they were slow, but each limb was traveling tens of units a second. It was this fact that Particep Semper barely slip past the claw of Dies Irae and bring its Plasma Annihilator for a quick jab.

Such an attack was easily parried by the Hellcannon of Dies Irae, the Titan learning from Particep Semper the uses of a rotating Hellcannon. Through the torque generated by such a method it had brought the Plasma Annihilator of Particep Semper into the air and made it defenseless.

The Chaos Titan brought its claw forward and slammed it into the exposed limb. Said strike quickly cleaved into the metal of the weapon. When the Dies Irae lost momentum Particep Semper brought the Plasma Annihilator up in an attempt to Titan away. However the Diez Irae instead brought its fist close to its torso and lashed out in another pair of attacks that cleaved into the Plasma Annihilator.

A grand weapon reduced to shreds.
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Said attacks continued. Particep Semper was now trying to fire its Volcano Cannons in an attempt to damage the Titan and impede it from its retribution. Such relief did not come to it and the Dies Irae could continue its assault. Parries and slashes were not the name of the game and so both of Particep Semper’s weapons were starting to shred as they fought against one another.

The Hellcannon, which was such a potent tool just a few moments ago had its piping bent and breached as Particep Semper brought it up for a parry. Said parry worked with wonder, sending the hand of the Dies Irae upwards and allowed Particep Semper to place a moment’s distance as it tried to get a better location for the coming fight.

Such a price was not worth it as the Dies Irae simple charged the new location of Particep Semper. The pain of losing pieces of metal swam through the giant Titan but still Particep Semper continued their duel of giants. So hard was this fight that almost all of the Horde had been crumbled under the feet of the two. The remaining fellows simply decided that retreat was the better option to death by proxy.

As the Dies Irae came in for an attack Particep Semper brought its Plasma Annihilator up. As the Plasma Weapon began to heat up the Dies Irae realized the danger of the event and tried to evade what was about to come. But the Titan was already in the motions as the Titanic weapon exploded between the two of them and sent both reeling back.

Horror swelled the survivors as they watched both Titans try their best to regain their footing. The Dies Irae taking several steps back as an attempt to stay up. Several leagues were crossed but after the sixth step the Titan finally stood upright. And to its enjoyment, it looked upon Particep Semper who had collapsed upon the corpses of those who had fallen alongside it.

It was in this moment, deep within the Dies Irae, that a lone Dreadnought looked upon the Reactors of its foe. He did not know what was happening outside and feared what he felt to be the deathroes of his… his Father.

While he was not out of munitions he did not have enough time to deal dangerous amounts of damage to this machine. As his fellow Proelitors fought their way into Dies Irae the crew had been transformed into monsters that none of their minds could comprehend. Indeed each Space Marine had slain a hundred of those things, but they fell one by one to give this lone Steel Warden a chance.

As he heard the Daemons coming thought he coaxed the Machine Spirit. It agreed with his assessment and in the next moment the core within the Dreadnought began to go critical.

In the next moment, he exploded.
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Such an explosion did not kill the Dies Irae for Chaos flowed through its veins. As its power systems were removed they were quickly replaced with the cries of infernal Daemons from the Forge of Souls. But this process took time, and time was what the Omnissiah needed.

The metal under Particep Semper began to morph and chance as bits and components were magnetically yanked from their positions. Several pieces of metal flew and gizmos assumed their new positions as Particep Semper dug his weapon deep into the corpses of the fallen.

Upon the planet of Lucius, it was the recycling of material which made a sacred event. A desert world like Lucius could not allow material to go to waste let it be flesh or metal. Such a cycle was the basis of their conquests and something that was respected by many within the Priesthood for how pragmatic it was. Doing so was indeed a great honor for the fallen as they were to be remade into the future.

Particep Semper rose. One would not that he did not rise by placing the Hellcannon upon the ground but a newly built hand which had settled underneath the armament. Survivors and surveyors watched as the other limb was also a hand with a long staff made from the rotary barrels of the Titan that it was upon.

Mars quaked as the butt of the staff slammed into the ground. With a great effort Particep Semper rose from the ground and stood once again upon its feet. Where once there was a Plasma Annihilator was now a hand, in which a massive weapon was held.

It was a giant axe made with the Cog of the Mechanicus upon it. An Omnissian Axe.

And then it activated. An axeblade made not of metal but the remains of the Plasma Annihilator becoming animated. The axehead was quickly covered in a layer of plasma and electricity as it became something that was beyond a simple Plasma blade and Power weapon. Such a magnificent piece of work to be witnessed made all who looked upon it weep in tears of joy, let them be the forces of Chaos or Loyalist. Such tears were shed because all could accept the Magnificence of the weapon.

So convoluted was the current timestream and how magnificent the axe was that the idea of the Omnissian Axe was carried backwards into time. That this was, in truth, the basis for the design that Tech Priests throughout the ages had unknowingly been referencing. Such was the will of the Machine God for he wished the being that was Particep Semper to be remembered throughout the ages. To honor him in defense of Mars and Terra against the threat of Chaos!

Weapon in hand, Particep Semper charged!
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The rain became heavy and the storms raged so fierce that people were thrown like rages across the plains the two Titans fought. A sign of the Omnissiah being excited by the people and Chaos to what was known to be the Climax of Mar’s defense.

With the first punch Particep Semper brought around the bottom of the Omnissian Axe and batted away the Claw of Chaos that the Dies Irae had formed against him. Such a move left the other Titan wide open for Particep Semper to strike at him with the Omnissian axe with a furious strike!

The Dies Irae tried to bring up a rotating Hellcannon to batter away the strike but the Omnissian Axe simply cleaved into the metal and sliced through it like paper. The sound of metal being sliced sent shockwaves as the forces applied were far more than simple soundwaves would carry. None heard the attack, but they did feel it as it slammed into their bodies with the same forces Particep Semper now wielded.

The Dies Irae was staggered and Particep Semper was not going to hold back another strike. Its weapon cleaved into one of the turret platforms of the Titan and dig deep into the metal-flesh interior of the Titan. Lighting and flesh rained as the blade was stopped in its tracked by foul sorcery that the Omnissiah wished he did not have an understanding us.

A chance given the Dies Irae went in for a strike against the torso of Particep Semper. Said attack was batted away with the stock of the Omnissian Axe. A powerful modified shield system easily kept the weapon together as it battered away the dangerous limb which had previously wrecked into the flesh of Particep Semper with ease.

But that was not the only attack as the Hellcannon of the Dies Irae came up into the torso of Particep Semper. Said limb which had been cut was transformed into a pair of claws similar to the Dies Irae’s plasma Annihilator, but it lacked the energy properties that made it so dangerous.

Particep Semper brought the Stock of the Omnissian Axe down and batted away the offending limb with such force that its shockwave killed the remainder of those who were at the battlefield.

>Chop off those claws
>Knock him down for an execution
>Sever the legs and torso.

Whipped up the butchered pic in about 5 minutes. Thanks to those who helped.
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>>5657778
>Knock him down for an execution
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>>5657778
>Chop off those claws
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>>5657778
>Knock him down
>Slay the traitorous Princeps and perform holy Techsorcism. Redeem its corrupt Machine Spirit
Once, TalOS the Prophet performed a Techsorcism on forgeworld Xana of the demon Bel'akor.

Now he is more than mere Prophet, he is the Omnissiah. If anyone can perform such a miracle as offering redemption to a Titan, it is the Machine God himself.

Also I feel like it's more feasible now because it's early in the Heresy so this thing hasn't been stewing in the warp for 10,000 years.

When the traitors see this they must surely stand down and break in religious awe. For what chance hath they with their puny mortal souls in rebellion, when even the God Machines kneel in prostration and reverence to the Omnissiah?
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>>5657778
>Knock him down for an execution
Thought it was gonna be goofy, but that was beautiful. That Dreadnought did well.
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>>5657799
Support!
Techsorcism
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>>5657823
Awesome
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>>5657799
>Support
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>>5657775
>While he was not out of munitions he did not have enough time to deal >dangerous amounts of damage to this machine. As his fellow Proelitors >fought their way into Dies Irae the crew had been transformed into >monsters that none of their minds could comprehend. Indeed each Space >Marine had slain a hundred of those things, but they fell one by one to give >this lone Steel Warden a chance.
>
>As he heard the Daemons coming thought he coaxed the Machine Spirit. It >agreed with his assessment and in the next moment the core within the >Dreadnought began to go critical.

NOBLEDARK!!!! THIS IS NOBLEDARK!!!!
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>>5657778
>>5657776
Off by one
>>5657777 Confound whoever stole the quads from this QM!

>>Chop off those claws Ala Fear & Hunger I wanted to vote for the legs so Particep Semper could take distance and fire away, but then I realized that Its ranged capabilities are severly limited right now. So we disable this monster and then rend it into scrap!
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>>5657799
Hey that's an RPG right? I tried to check it out but I don't really have the time...
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>>5657948
It is Dark Heresy. Its a complex game from the 2000's, so if you like granularity its what you want. Otherwise just play Wrath and Glory.

Or just wait for the CRPG to come out. Its gonna be based on the Dark Heresy system.
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>>5657983
The nice thing about Dark Heresy is the excellent amount of lore put out by Fantasy Flight, which even after their separation from GW the company still respects and canonizes and in many ways shaped the lore of 40k.

Also that the various different games (Dark Heresy, Rogue Trader, Only War, Black Crusade) are all intercompatible.

I've yet to hear that W&G get into the same level of depth and detail with the lore and setting as the FF content did, they helped defined entire sectors of the galaxy.
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>>5658015
Yeah, but I think the FF was better since it actually presented about 10+ plot hooks in a single book. What also helped was because of the above granularity, it was VERY customizable.
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>>5657799
PURGE THE DEAMON!!
>support
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>>5657778
>>5657799
>Support.
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>>5657799
>support
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>>5657799
>Support
TalOS does not come to destroy the church but to save it. All martians should know.
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>>5657823
It makes me happy to no end that this uses the actual colors of Legio Astorum.

Everyone thinks of Imperators as Red, and many are: but Particeps Semper is a patriotic, federa blue and yellow.

And our Warp Runners even have Warp Knights of Dutonis to follow them into the thick of battle.
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>>5657778
I will be
>Supporting >>5657799
Because it seems like an epic miracle to perform. Also it reminds me of the poem.

>Yet his King made answer (few such Kings there be!) "Here is Bread and here is Wine -- sit and sup with me. Eat and drink in Mary's Name, the whiles I do recall How Iron -- Cold Iron -- can be master of men all!" He took the Wine and blessed it. He blessed and brake the Bread. With His own Hands He served Them, and presently He said: "See! These Hands they pierced with nails, outside My city wall, Show Iron -- Cold Iron -- to be master of men all." "Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong. Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong. I forgive thy treason -- I redeem thy fall -- For Iron -- Cold Iron -- must be master of men all!" "Crowns are for the valiant -- sceptres for the bold! Thrones and powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold!" "Nay!" said the Baron, kneeling in his hall, "But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of men all! Iron -- Cold Iron -- master of men all!"
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>>5658531
Based
https://youtu.be/fu2eC0dFf_w

Honestly if QM finds a way to redeem the princeps too, I think literally nobody would mind. I just wasn't sure if that was doable or if he would refuse salvation.
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>>5657778

>I will support:
>>5657799
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>>5657799
>Support
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Titans took their positions opposing one another. Both Avatars of their allotted gods and symbols to their respective sides in this grand war they were now waging. Their bodies, just like those that were under them, had each been irrevocably changed thanks to the struggle that they waged against one another. Neither side was willing to back down and simply accept that their side of death was indeed the death that they were seeking.

Such was really a struggle in a war. Fools assumed that their enemy would not go into great lengths to try and save themselves from the coming trials that they endured, thus leaving themselves surprised when failing to realize that both sides would try their damndest to achieve victory.

This realization struck the two Titans, two Gods of the Battlefield. But in the end one side needed to capitulate.

Dies Irae was the first to run forward as the blood god spoke into its sensors its desire for blood. Now a slave to such dark forces the Titan could only oblige its new sovereign whatever desires he had. Such was the tithe pulled by the Dies Irae as it sold its own soul to such foul powers.

It brought its hard steel hand over for a slash at Particep Semper’s head. A quick and simple blow that would have ended the life of both the Omnissiah and Particep Semper if the Loyalist Titan had not brought its weapon up to defend against the incoming strike. Sparks the side of men flew around as the claw scraped itself against the mystically reinforced stock of the Omnissian Axe.

Particep Semper quickly retaliated with the bottom of the staff coming up and striking the headpiece of the Dies Irae. Such a powerful strike should have killed whoever was acting as Princeps outright but the Dies Irae simply took the shot without having its skull sent across the plains. With the momentum of industrial equipment the Traitor brought its Plasma hand over and tried to strike one of the two arms which allowed Particep Semper to so skillfully wield the Omnissian Axe.

Knowing he could not lose his limb Particep Semper dug down and accepted a strike to his carapace. When the Dies Irae realized its claw was only go so far into the flesh of Particep Semper it yanked hard, bringing one of the Volcano Cannons which decorated the carapace.

But as the Dies Irae tried to return to rest, it found that one of its feet could not move.
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Dies Irae slowly began to realize what it had landed itself into and gave a blaring horn like an animal as it did. Its plasma coated claws began to tighten into the shoulders of Particep Semper as the Titan tried its best to keep steady from the attempt that was now being made upon its life.

It tried to have such large amount of strength that no Primarch would ever be able to replicate, but the Plasma which infused its claws simply sliced through the architecture that lined the top of Particep Semper. It had nothing to grab onto, nothing to use in defending itself against the coming attack.

When Particep Semper had lowered itself to receive the claw onto its top a chance had shown itself to the Imperator Titan. Deactivating the field that surrounded its axe, Particep Semper reached over and hooked its blade onto one of its fellow Titan’s legs. Such a movement was swift and hidden from the view of the Dies Irae whose face had been covered by the sheer girth of Particep Semper.

When Particep Semper felt the tugging of the Dies Irae’s limb attempting to move back from the attack it just rended upon him the trick was sprung.

Knees buckled and back being allowed to erect thanks to the plasma claw of the Chaos Titan having no ground to be held, Particep Semper gained the leverage needed to pull its blade into the rear of the other Titan and begin lifting that limb into the air. So much strength was needed to complete this feat and even the God Infused Machine could barely achieve what it had set to do.

But, in the end, it only needed enough force to make its fellow off balance.

The scream of motors from the Dies Irae sounded as the Titan began to tilt. With a motion that was faster than even a Titan should have been allowed to move it raised its foot enough to be unhooked and thus had a single moment to recover itself from the attack. While it had some mystic ability to break the laws of the Universe and Motive Force for that moment, the Lord of the Motive Force made his presence known as the unshredded shoulder of Particep Semper slammed into the body of the Dies Irae with a correcting impact!

With such immense forces involved not even the Chaos Gods and Lords who had supported the Dies Irae in its final hour could stop it from tumbling down upon the ground. A Sandstorm was created in the rainstorm as muddy sands were flash-dried by the sheer energy of the impact and all that had occurred beforehand.

Particep Semper looked down upon the ruined warmachine and wondered if for one moment the God Machine’s Spirit could be saved. But, soon it was evident to the Omnissiah that no longer was a Princep who was in charge of the Dies Irae.

With a stroke of the Omnissian Axe the Dies Irae was decapitated to put whatever foul form of a Machine Spirit had infected both the Spirit and its Princep.
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While victory was achieved the storms had not abandoned. Instead their ferocity had increased and terror it inflicted upon the unfaithful had become incredible. No longer was Particep Semper, the Omnissiah, simply wearing a crown of storms above their head. With the influence of the Chaos Gods stifled it quickly began to spread across the planet.

Such storms were easily caused as the Omnissiah began controlling time itself. Whatever storms Mars had had millenia before this moment were now resurrected in a cascade of carnage which threatened to destroy the foundation that the Mechanicum had built for itself. In time the water will disappear, returning to the timestream from which it came. In the current moment though it served as the herald of the Omnissiah’s arrival.

The Silent Legion, now that the vanguard of Chaos Titans had been defeated, quickly found itself with new allies. The storms that raged quickly awakened a new ally in the form of Legio Tempestus. One of the Titans who had fallen alongside was simply the first actor, a warrior who answered the storms that the Omnissiah brought to the lands. Now though they answered the call of the Omnissiah and came in Legion to support the coming assault on the Magma City.

So too did House Taranis. A house of Knights which had been loyal upon Mars even before the Emperor came to the planet under the false guise of the Omnissiah. There were few of them for the House had been sending hundreds of their Knights into the fray to try and keep down the forces of the Mechanicum. But however many of them remained did not matter for the Omnissiah accepted all of them.

And then, as those outside witnessed the deeds, a troop of Imperial Fists were sent without question or quarry to the command of the Omnissiah himself.

Finally, after weeks of travel, the Silent Legion came across the Magma City.

The city carried its namesake in form as it floated above a large pond of Magma. No matter how much rain came down upon this wound upon Mars it did not scab, instead staying lit a fire as they all looked upon it.

For the enemy they were starting to build up forces around the rim in an attempt to rescue the center of their foul sorceries. To save the tool which had caused the Schism of Mars. To cause the Night of Tears.

The Akushtic Reader. A device which was devised with such hubris that it exemplified the worst of the Mechanicum. Made by a fool who thought the Truth lies beyond yet they did not even bother to reach out to grab it amongst the stars.

It needed to be destroyed at all costs.

>Go for a full assault upon the Magma City, with Particep Semper in the lead
>Lead a strike group on foot to infiltrate and destroy the device
>Begin the Siege.
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>>5658779
>Lead a strike group on foot to infiltrate and destroy the device
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>>5658779
>Begin the Siege.
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>>5658779
>Begin the Siege.
The lessons of Dorn and Perturabo lead us.
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>>5658779
>Begin the Siege.
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>>5658779

>Begin the Siege.
We should focus on a strategy of territory denial. Using plasma and melta to destroy shields, and radiation weapons so strong that it would impair the functionality of the enemy troops.

Area by area, zone by zone crippling the enemy's ability to maneuver within their own fortifications.
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>>5658777
Check'em
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>>5658779
>Begin the siege
>Lead a strike group on foot to infiltrate and destroy the device
Rituals and bullshit to do with the reader take time. Lets do a siege but infiltrate with a hit squad so we don't have to worry about the akashic reader while we siege
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>>5658779
>>Begin the Siege.
I am confident this may minize our loses compared to the frontal assault. Plus voting for the strike group is... DUDE PARTICEP SEMPER
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>>5658779
>Lead a strike group on foot to infiltrate and destroy the device
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>>5658779
>Lead a strike group on foot to infiltrate and destroy the device
>>5658352
If only it was Lucius pattern
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>>5658867
Sadly yes
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>>5658779
>Begin the Siege.
SIEGE SIEGE SIEGE SIEGE!
>>5658873
Look at the beuty of that lumbering beast. I always liked lucius pattern much more than wanna be knights and cathedrals of the mars pattern.

It looks like a proper war machine
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>>5659118
Same. It's definitely got a more militaristic beauty to it and it's easier to appreciate it's sense of scale.

That or artists who depict the Mars Pattern warlord just have terrible sense of distance and don't know how to add things that cue scale which make the Mars Warlords seem smaller, worsened by the similarity to knights, where the Lucius Pattern is more evident as staggering colossal engine of war.

Even the simple of thing like seeing the little lights on them which indicate windows, and it's easy to see that these are walking skyscrapers of death and destruction.

Imperator does not have this problem on account of having a very obvious cathedral on top of it.
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>>5659132
Even before this quest I preferred the Lucius pattern to Mars, the Mars patterns are too similar to knights imo and I prefer some separation. That and Lucius' boxier patterns gives that feel of old human tech that the wacky Mechanicum maintain but don't fully understand.
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>>5658779
>Lead a strike group

CONFOUNDED MACHINE
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>>5659183
>That image
Heh, I was wondering whether or not to post it myself.

A lucius pattern Imperator would be badass.

> That and Lucius' boxier patterns gives that feel of old human tech
100%

It works if we presume that Titans were built by the ancients in the Dark Age, where they wouldn't have had a reason to make everything look gothic or knightly per say, with the gothic architecture coming later. Some quests (I forget if this one) posit that Titans as we know them were created after the Mechanicum. I tend to disagree, because we know for sure the ancients were the ones to build the Castigator, the Father of All Titans, with the rest being in replica of it.

It may make sense that the Lucius Pattern is more true to the ancients design, while the Mars Pattern designed on Mars had much more Mechanicum influence hence the new style.
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>>5658779
>Go for a full assault upon the Magma City, with Particep Semper in the lead

As I've been reminded, our actions take time and Terra is yet burning with demons and Chaos. Voting for the expedient when we bring overwhelming firepower.
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>>5659275
We know, for the most part, that Knights are as old or older than Titans. However they have more in relation to the Mars Pattern in style to the Lucian Pattern.

I would argue Lucius is rather just a style choice of the people there. Blocky manufacturing is not just on their Titans, but it's demonstrated on Lucian Baneblades.
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>>5659354
I guess the question is, whether or not the Gothic aesthetic on some of the DAoT stuff (Knights, Mars Pattern, the decorations on Dorn's Phalanx) was something designed and inherent to the ancients from the start, or if that was just added on during the age of strife by the remnant humans in a search for religious meaning in the face of horror.

Kind of like how practical Roman architecture eventually gave way to Medieval Castles and aesthetic during the real Dark Age.

You did confirm that Knights were actually just originally the multipurpose construction vehicles of ancient colonial efforts repurposed into tools of war and fuedal control (i.e. chainswords originally meant to cut down swathes of trees and weapons to deal with hostile fauna).

But did the ancients built them to actually look like knights or more like proper construction vehicles, and only later when the pilots decided to style themselves as knights did they modify them to look knightly? Strapping on banners, pauldrons, colors, etc.

Or maybe the ancients just really liked the idea of knights going out and conquering stuff like conquistadors, as a human alternative to Men of Iron for brave adventurers.
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>>5659359
Honestly it could be exactly that. People just imagined Knights going across the Universe claiming new lands. It was just taken to an extreme since humanity did not know much about the Manifold and how it fucks your brain.
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>>5658839
Still trying to figure this meme out.

A Strike Group during the seige
>>5658781
>>5658849
>>5658865
>>5659226
>>5658867

SIEGE
>>5658783
>>5658792
>>5658804
>>5658837
>>5658856
>>5659118

Full Assault
>>5659315

SIEGE SIEGE SIEGE
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The first thing that the Legion of Silence did when they arrived at the Magma City was begin preparing for the siege that was to come. Such logic was simple because the Magma City was a deathtrap that no one wished to embark themselves upon. When death came for the fortress, then unless control was stolen then the Heretek Koriel Zeth would simply bring the Magma City down upon itself.

So they began the preparations for what will be the Siege.

The Magma City was linked to the rest of Mars through a single bridge. Such a piece of capital was easily a chokepoint for those defending that it would lead to the slaughter of hundreds who would assault their Bastion. Not even Transhumans were immune to such a risk as the Mechanicum held plenty of weapons that would humble the Astartes battleplate.

On the otherhand though it also meant the Magma City can only perform a breakout in one direction. They would simply surge forward from their gates now only to be met with a wall of rockcrete that was inlaid with the steel of those who had fallen fighting against the heresy.

There were two other ways that the Magma City might have been able to perform a breakout. A series of fliers could throw themselves into the sky and try to escape to the skies. Another group might instead try their luck with the earth, throwing themselves between the Magma City into the Martian Stone in an attempt to create an escape. Both of these were simply defeated by setting anti-air defenses looking both in the skies and towards the gap between the two masses of earth that a floating mass like the Magma City would create.

With these measures the Hereteks of the Magma City were trapped with no way to escape. They had no clear method of leaving and thus were faced with the starvation and chaos that now infested their city.

The Omnissiah, who could scarcely see every part of the galaxy, knew that Chaos was always on the offensive because they needed to be. The moment when they were trapped, retrospection quickly came and everyone soon would see each other as the enemy.

So the Siege, as long as they held their ground. But their time was not limitless and the forces of the Mechanicum was quickly drawing themselves together in another attempt to destroy Particep Semper and its followers. The Omnissiah wondered, for he did not know which path reality would take, if they would gather enough forces together to break the siege created by the Loyalists of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

What the Omnissiah knew was that someone had taken notice of his siege and decided that now was the moment to make his contact.
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The Galaxy was in Chaos. Beyond the stars and even within their own system so many good people of the Imperium had declared themselves to be the warriors of Horus Lupercal and his rebellion. At first the Praetorian had to try and command his brothers to Istvaan, where he soon learned of their own Slaughter. After that, through the actions of Alpharius, the Astropathing Choir which received messages upon Pluto was silenced permanently.

Rogal Dorn had killed his brother for that action. Alpharius’s blood was upon the hands of Rogal Dorn. Just like the traitors upon Istvaan he had killed those he would have considered a comrade in arms. Sure he might not have liked Alpharius but that did not mean he needed to claim the life of his brother.

After that Dorn had worked tirelessly to try and gain some semblance of the Galaxy. Every minute that went by he wondered if the war had been won by his loyal brothers or if Horus was simply one step away from claiming the Galaxy. That he simply slaughtered the rest of the nine loyal Legions and was leaving Rogal Dorn for last pickings.

Those were musings and unrealistic. Rogal Dorn knew Horus Lupercal and during his stay upon Terra studied every piece of literature that existed about the Primarch. Even before that though Dorn would tell you that Horus Lupercal did not play with his prey like the Night Haunter or Fulgrim.

Horus was going right for Terra. The time between the Istvaan Massacre and his possible arrival was the Warmaster simply gaining the overwhelming strength that he needed. By isolating Terra like he had cut off whatever higher echelon of communication Rogal Dorn might have had in organizing the resistance.

If Rogal had not allowed himself to be tricked and had given the orders that got so many of his brothers killed…

Rogal Dorn stopped that line of thought and settled on what was a true fact. The only brother he had killed was Alpharius. All of the others had been killed by Horus Lupercal and those who fained the face of loyalty.

A lesson learned Rogal Dorn decided that he will only trust those he knows he can trust. Even those loyal, like Leman Russ, simply threw themselves at the problem instead of working with Rogal to fix the issue. He could not get the Wolf King to see logic, so he simply decided to count his beloved brother as a liability.

Thus he needed those he could truly trust by his side. Those were Sanguinius, Roboute, and lastly TalOS.

Such was the reason he was now being lowered in a Thunderhawk down to Mars, too what was a siege camp surrounding the Magma City.
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The trip down was not hard for Mar’s defenses had all but been destroyed. Maybe if the traitors had taken another angle of attack they could have fully taken over the defense grid of Mars. Instead the Iron Ring which surrounded the red planet had found many of its turrets firing upon one another. Anti air assets which could have proven a problem for either side invading began firing upon one another. Mortar systems that would have stopped a land based advance were silenced as local batteries simply lobbed ordinance against one another without care.

Such thoughts ignored the armies which were now roaming the plains and mountains. Mars was littered with Warbands of both Loyalist and Traitors that were exacting revenge upon perceived slights. All of this compounded with what was a rainstorm that was now covering an entire continent.

Rogal Dorn had seen fit to bring by his side Lucius the Elder with him. As they went through the clouds the old man was upon his knees praying to the Machine God who they had worshiped even before this event.

Gods. Rogal wondered just how real they were for his Imperial Fists had found many of the traitors worshiping deities. Yet by his side a trusted advisor in the form of Lucius the Elder was a similar kind of man to those who betrayed the Imperium.

“The Rains upon Mars is what happens when the Omnissiah arrives.” Dorn declared, testing if his statement was incorrect to the old man who slowly rose from his kneeling.

“It is the greatest sign that is beyond any doubt. Such a miracle like this truly shows that the Omnissiah himself has touched down upon the planet of Mars.” Lucius said as he walked over and stood next to Dorn, “I speak these words, Rogal, as a skeptic. I did not trust the words of Marvec and for that I was shunned by the Red Planet and sent with my followers to find another home. But it seems that even the Mad may have had a spark of inspiration.”

“Then you do not think it is a sorcery caused by our enemies?” Rogal found his words both easily and nearly impossible to be spoken. Even months ago he would not have even comprehended the idea of speaking the word ‘Sorcery’ with any real credence.

“Only if you distrust your brother.” Lucius answered with.

Rogal knew that his brother was indeed doing something similar to sorceries last time they met, so he had to wonder if his brother was indeed not practicing such sorceries.

It was too late to second guess Rogal Dorn soon snapped. If his brother wanted him dead he would have been so already for Rogal Dorn could not see Particep Semper standing vigil over the siege.

It was time to meet his brother

>Within Particep Semper
>At the landing Zone
>Among the Siege Camp itself.
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Alright, after this we will probably be at the Siege of Terra, which I think it worth an entire thread in and of itself. I will make note that the Siege of Terra might take half another thread because its the fucking Siege of Terra. However, after that we will have the Epilog and the Quest will be finished.

To think I am one month from wrapping up this quest. In the mean time I might write a book.
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>>5659892
>Within Particep Semper

Come brother. Into my greater body, into the temple of the Machine god.
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This is truly blessed.

We aren't using a psychic trick

We are legitimately converting the Hydrogen and Oxygen in the air via Necron Transmutation into true water.
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>>5659892
>Among the Siege Camp itself.
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>>5659892
>>Within Particep Semper
If you think about it, INSIDE Particep Semper is the safest place, for both a brother and a traitor.
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>>5659892
>Within Particep Semper
Nice private conversation
>>5659912
Kinda crazy to think about. Iirc Talos' original theory way back when was that Big E's thing was basically a dumb parlor trick and that the rains in the prophecy represented the Mechanicum finally understanding their old tech well enough to terraform Mars back to its prime. Then he learns spooky alien skeleton science, reaches Crux Mechanicum with the God he worships and just casually makes it rain with his not!Egyptian science.

Talos actually went: Maybe the Omnisiah was the progress we made along the way? No wait, nevermind. It's me, I'm the Omnisiah."
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>>5659892
>Within Particep Semper
Never forget that the Imperator has an actual cathedral fortress on its back.

IIRC from the Vengeful Spirit book, the "cockpit" of these things is more like a ships bridge in which a generals staff and various attache's can command an entire army from. it is literally its own mobile mountain fortress.
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>>5660012
right?
He did a full 180
>The Omnissiah prophecy? Maybe it's not literal, maybe it's figurative
>The Omnissiah was a false prophecy by Moravec, which the Emperor wisely exploited to maintain the peace
>Oh. . .the Omnissiah is real. I'M the Omnissiah! And I don't need to use tricks.
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>>5660023
>Talos: maybe the scriptures of our forebears weren't meant to be taken literally. Maybe it was meant to have a deeper meaning, to teach us to better appreciate the material plane we call home through proper research into the workings or reality and the continued reverse engineering of the knowledge of the ancients through the lense of those who can respect the dangers in a way the humans of old never did.

>Void Dragon; what, no. I was being very literal and direct about this. You're Jesus now, go do cool biblical shit.

>Talos: yes God
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>>5659900
Is it inevitable that it will be called the "Siege of Terra" rather than the "Battle of Sol", because we did retrieve Mars relatively intact. It won't be an open gate to Horus.
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>>5660025
Depends on what you wanna risk.
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>>5660028
Great answer.
I'm hoping that means that TalOS surviving (in some form) isn't an impossibility either. Depending on what players want to choose.
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It's really such a shame that even with all these miracles, the rain, the Omnissiah himself landing, half of Mars still shuts out the Machine God himself in favor of the Dark Gods
There's some real religious parallels in there, these really are dark times.
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>>5659892
>Among the Siege Camp itself.
Inside the Titan is too Literal nowadsys, only Perturabro would be allowed. You anons have no shame.
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>>5659900
Thanks for almost two years of solid reading
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>>5659892
>Within Particep Semper
I'm glad Rogal trusts us
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>>5659892
>Among the Siege Camp itself.
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>>5659892
>Among the Siege Camp itself
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So, what reaction would TalOS have on learning that Alpharius has been killed by Rogal? Maybe even more negative than we can guise.
Well, Rogal still has Alpha-honchos body so, TalOS can do some biotransfer of the corpse to MechAlpharius state. After all he know how to do it by sharind mind space with Void Dragon.

Also, with choosing Magma city, there will be no Void Dragon unshackling? Well the big D is not complaining about it, so it's alright then.
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>>5660213
Request the body, probably.
We loved our brother and he could never be a genuine traitor. We can put him in a stasis field after making sure he is actually dead.
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>>5659912
>We aren't using a psychic trick

>We are legitimately converting the Hydrogen and Oxygen in the air via Necron Transmutation into true water.

I think you missed something SoN, it actually is techsorcery with timestreams pulling water from Mars's past:
>>5658779
>Such storms were easily caused as the Omnissiah began controlling time itself. Whatever storms Mars had had millenia before this moment were now resurrected in a cascade of carnage which threatened to destroy the foundation that the Mechanicum had built for itself. In time the water will disappear, returning to the timestream from which it came. In the current moment though it served as the herald of the Omnissiah’s arrival.

While I guess it isn't psychic, it is definitely a trick.

>>5659892
>Within Particep Semper
Come brother, meet my moving castle. The battlements can change scenery, can your fortresses do the same?
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>>5660289
>>In time the water will disappear
Oh, that's rather disappointing actually.

Especially because there are many legitimate ways Cron/C'tan tech can mass transfer water (such as via Portal to an ocean world as in Infinite and Divine) or mass Alchemy.

I have too much faith in the Machine God's power and glory to use a parlour trick, so will simply believe that the water was just siphoned into the Martian collection systems and "returning to the timestream from whence it came" is figurative for "He knew it would not create a lasting bodies of water, Mars would return red."

If the Emperor can burn Nurgle's garden and leave a scar that will not be overturned for millenia, the Machine God can put water back on Mars.

It's much more cool that way.
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>>5660266
>>5660213
I ponder if at any time TalOS sampled his soul, he noticed Alpharius soul was only half strength, missing an element of himself. If he ever suspected the existence of Omegon.
In any case, Guilliman will supposedly find out and put an end even to him.

But for whatever the twins were, one thing Roboute will find out on Eskrador is that for all his talk of ensuring his legion can function without its primarch, the Alpha Legion will prove themselves the better for not a day after Omegon's death will they defeat the Ultramarines even with their Primarch in command.

>>5660213
>there will be no Void Dragon unshackling
I think there should be time for it. We also need to speak with Kelbor Hal.

Presuming the Battle of Pluto was recent, it would have been 010.M31.

With luck we have 4ish years until Horus fleet arrives (014.M31), unless they also arrive early.
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>>5660301
Guilliman killing omegon is a rumour than a confirmation I believe, he didn't have the flair that alpharius's death had (glowing pure white)
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>>5659892

>Within Particep Semper.
It would be a good time to share the information we have with Dorn. A summary of the current situation on terra, would be very helpful at this point.
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>>5660095
I mean, the qm was very descriptive when he said that every heretek VERY much wanted to go back to the omnisiah but chaos' hold is too strong. People FALL to chaos after all
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>>5659892
>Within Particep Semper
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>>5660602
Yeah, for many it is sadly too late. The flesh has been mutated, the machinery over riden by scrap code, they are too far gone.
But at least some of these people willingly let themselves be infected, be it the promise of power or knowledge. Chaos prefers willing hosts to unwilling ones, it wants someone to open that door to come in.

Still, better than GSC. That stuff re-writes your brain at the genetic level regardless of whether you care or not.
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Slowly but surely the Thunderhawk made its way towards the ever vigilant Particep Semper. The Giant of a Machine was much different from the previous images that Rogal Dorn had seen before. Why a Titan of this calibre had replaced its guns with hands and wielded an Axe only compared to the sheer amount of battle damage that the Titan had taken.

When Rogal arrived upon the massive city which hung on the back of the Titan he was welcomed with an entire contingent of bowing Skitarii and an Astartes. Or, as Lucius had informed him, a person who was referred to as a Proelitor.

None of them spoke any words to him but instead gave hand signs which were directly pulled from the Null Nobilite’s Silent Sisters branch. Rogal had of course learned this language of the silent easily and this knew that the Astartes was here to take him to Rogal’s brother.

Dorn simply gave a nod as he understood that silence was an active theme being performed here. As for its reason Dorn suspected it was because of the odd sorceries that were being performed by their enemy. The ‘magic’ as it were.

Following the Proelitor they walked about the surface of the Titan and then towards the core of the giant. The Primarch noticed all around him was battle damage which scarred the hull. Lots of it was giant rendings into the towers with many of them simply being held through the fortification that his brother and their elders placed upon the machine. One stairway they walked was almost completely rended. Its use only made able by the employment of metal works that formed the newer frame.

As they got deeper, compared to the outside, Dorn noticed that the damage was becoming much more minimal. Most of what happened to Particep Semper was either to those superficial places or they had been repaired by the crew and servitors.

At one of the many doors they had passed the Proelitor placed itself to the doors side. Such a motion was simple but it held a great amount of meaning to Rogal Dorn who had been awaiting this moment.

Beyond these doors was the Titan’s Bridge, where his brother was actively operating a Titan.

There was a small shiver going through the spine of Rogal as he tasted the air. He could not really give word to the emotions he was feeling. It was like anticipation, waiting for something to come, but it was actively attacking his body.

Rogal did not bother seeking the answer and placed this feeling to its side. Advancing forward the airlocks opened and he was welcomed with the Throne Room of his brother.
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The room he walked into was a modestly sized place. It would take ten seconds of his current pace for Rogal Dorn to cross from one end of the room to another. All around were dozens of screens and details that were highlighting the siege from above for the staff present to take into consideration. All that it was missing was a Strategios Deck, but this was the room primarily for the operation of a Titan not organizing a war.

There were plenty of cogitators in the room but there were no other persons. Machines ran by themselves without operators and those screens only had one witness. His brother was not someone to shun away people, so Rogal guessed that he wanted their coming meeting to be private.

Lucius, the man who had come with Rogal and assisted him in working with the Adeptus Mechanicus for so long, took it as a sign as well and stopped next to the Proelitor. Because of this Rogal was to go in alone in a meeting between brothers.

At the rear of the room Rogal paid witness to what truly could be called a throne. Thousands of cables both massive and small threw themselves at this center location like a human nerve system. Their presence gave an aesthetic quality of bringing one’s attention to the being who sat on what was an iron and bronze throne.

TalOS had changed. He had changed greatly from the last time Rogal had seen him roughly a few years ago at the Council of Nikea. His brother still wore the robes of his home world, gunmetal gray, that sported the martian red stripe signifying him as a Crusader. Those were standard, but looking upon his brother directly Rogal Dorn saw that his brother’s flesh had changed drastically.

No longer was his flesh a standard beige of humanity that was tanned by the scorching sun of Lucius. Instead his flesh was metal gray that was but an extension of what one of their lost brothers had for hands. It looked strong and perfect, no longer was his brother plagued by the ever changing machines he had placed into his body but instead hosted a full conversion into machine hood.

Rogal did not want to address the most striking feature of his brother. However he had run out of things to notate and compare to neglect what were the striking green eyes of his brother. Every piece of his body seemed to be lit in some way with this green power but it was found clearly in the eyes his brother held steady.

They were the eyes of TalOS, but that was only a piece of it. If Rogal was to judge he would say that his brother was no longer a Primarch.
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“Rogal Dorn, brother. It has not really been too long but for both of us that it feels like we have been apart for a century.”

Those words were spoken by TalOS. His brother was correct in that Rogal feels like even know he has aged several decades from when they had last met. That however was not what caught the Praetorian’s attention.

It was his brother’s voice, his true voice. Rogal did not consider it much for it did not seem to really matter for the century that he had known his brother. His brother, like all Tech Priests, never used their real voices but instead a vox speaker. Such methods allowed them to not only speak in the language of machines, but it also gave them a near perfect diction as the machine helped their voice. What it always came with to Rogal was a soft buzzing as the machines resonated with another frequency that was not normal for human tongue.

As he heard the words of TalOS here and now, Rogal realized that for the first time he heard the true voice of TalOS. It was crisp and practiced as if he had been using it for his entire lifespan. But there were issues with it for his brother’s voice was in some way the soft whisper of a Priest or physician. This was unlike both Lorgar or Magnus who both bolstered their voices so that all could hear their words.

TalOS’s voice was simply that of a Priest who would listen to others. It was exactly how Rogal Dorn expected his brother to speak if his voice was not coming from a Vox.

“You have changed, brother.” Rogal said first and foremost as he cut right to the issue that he was aware of, “You are no longer a Primarch. Your proximity to humanity has been lost. What happened to you?”

“You are correct. I, TalOS DAV1S, renounced in some manner his mortality to become something more than that. By taking a piece of the Machine God into my being I am now the Omnissiah. A Champion of my God.”

“Do you still serve the Imperium?” Rogal did not bother thinking about the ramifications of his question as he spoke about it. Such a dangerous set of words that would determine if whether or not the other would walk out of this room alive.

“As according to the Revised Treaty of Olympus and the agreement that our Father and the Machine God had made in the birth years of mankind,” TalOS said with a preamble, “I hereby affirm to you, Rogal Dorn, that I and the Adeptus Mechanicus will remain loyal to the Emperor of Mankind.”

“Then I welcome you to Sol, brother.” Rogal Dorn spoke with a welling tightness that was within his chest. An emotion that Rogal knew to be joy.
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For the next hour the two of them shared information. So much information that needed to be shared between the two of them so that both of them could make the wisest of decisions. Rogal was not bothered that his brother, who was no longer a Primarch in the anatomical sense, knew much more than he did. If anything Rogal was not thankful that their Father had made such an odd fellow in the form of what he learned to be the Void Dragon.

He learned of how the Universe sat and how their brothers were split up by Horus to allow either delays of conquering. He felt sadness at the death of the Khan and Vulcan. Two brothers he had a decent amount of respect for laid low by the dagger of betrayal.

Hearing that what TalOS had become was simply his Deity’s response to what was happening to four of their other brothers was alarming. That they will each be infused with the powers of Chaos and will use these abilities to strike a devastating blow against Terra itself.

“Knowing all this, I have come to Sol to place myself at the final stand.” His brother finished.

“Then you plan to recover Mars before the arrival of Horus?” Rogal Dorn asked to which he received a nod from his brother, “Then you wish to rearm the population to resist the attack by Horus?”

“That is my current outline. The Siege of the Magma City is to be the great blow that will scatter the forces of Chaos and renew the forces of Mars. If we do so, we just might resist the onslaught of Horus.”

The Praetorian had to think about the situation presented to him and analyze what it was he could know. It was a complex map of details and information that needed to be deciphered to realize the best outcome of the decision. A Mortal might need days to realize such information but Rogal Dorn was not only a Primarch, but the Praetorian of Terra.

“I do not think it is wise to rearm Mars.” He said forthright to make sure that his brother got the thesis of this thoughts, “Horus does not care for Mars but Terra. Before this incursion Mars would have been a great roadblock but in its current state will only irritate him. If it does I do not think our brother would hesitate in completely obliterating this planet and we will only have gained a few days from such an action.”

These were hard words to say but he was Rogal Dorn. Speaking the harsh reality of things was natural, “If we instead extract whatever resources, let them be loyalist men or assets back to Terra to leave Mars but a barren world of destroyed machines our brother will not even land upon it.”

Such a suggestion had quickly gave him whatever pieces of attention his brother had to whatever mystic doings he had. Rogal Dorn had gained his brother’s full attention with such a dangerous suggestion.
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“You are suggesting that I abandon Mars, the home I have returned to save.” TalOS presented it to his brother. There was no anger in those words though, as expected of TalOS, only surprise and expectation.

“It will be rebuilt if we fight off Horus. However there is no future if the Emperor is lost.” Rogal Dorn gave his clarification that was the core of his thoughts. They were indeed selfish for they looked upon reality through the Imperial Lense. However an Imperial Lense was the same kind that TalOS had to see things as.

“There is a chance, that because of our heretical brothers, that I am killed fighting those that had given themselves body and soul to the Gods of Chaos.” TalOS spoke what were damning words to Rogal Dorn for the Primarch to hear, “There is a chance that I will not see the reconstruction of Mars, which is what you based your analysis on.”

TalOS was right. It was something that Rogal Dorn considered to be the primary factor. In whatever state his brother had turned into he still thought TalOS could help in rebuilding it. However Rogal knew for years that his brother always looked at his mortality as a very real thing. Even when becoming the Champion of a God the humbling he experienced early in life did not leave his thoughts.

Rogal almost spoke his words but then held them for a moment. Such hesitation was not because he feared speaking those words and embarrassing himself but the thoughts on mortality belonging to his brother now infecting him.

He was a Lord to the House of Dorn. He would not let such a thing cause him hesitation, “If you are killed, then I swear upon the Emperor and the House of Dorn that I will rebuild Mars.”

It was flimsy at best but it was a future. By promising this Rogal Dorn promised that there was a future for both of their peoples.

>Then we shall reap Mars for all it has left
>No, we will reinforce for Horus on Mars.
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>>5660742
It's very nice that Rogal is open minded to accept an actual proof against the Imperial Truth right before his eyes. At least one God is real. Unfortunately, darker ones are real too.

>>5660743
This saddens me. We've done every choice we can to keep Mars loyal. It's people, Kelbor Hal, gifting them STCs, devoting time to them. Even the purging of heretics ahead of time.

And yet the outcome remains so similar. Mars will not be the door that holds Horus back, it will either be simply an armory for Terra, or a mere distraction.

Oh well, never let it be said we didn't try. By damn we did.

I hope this at least has a meaningful outcome whatever we choose.
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>>5660745
>No, we will reinforce for Horus on Mars.
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>>5660749
In the end there are several players in the great game that TalOS is playing against. Four of whom are Gods. TalOS was never going to have a fully loyal Mars and it was always going to be scarred, just degrees of scarring.

However, I would like to point out, that the Loyalists are infact now winning the reconquest of Mars. A lot of civilians are alive and its Legions are still cohesive. It is far from the fucked Mars beforehand whose only value was Supply Raids for the Imperial Fists. What Dorn presents in a Blood Raven approach to saving planets.

So in the end your decisions still have meaning. It is just not in the form you wished it to be. I'd also like to point out this is suppose to be the twilight before the final hour.
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>>5660758
Do we think the Shard is in danger if we evacuate Mars?
That's probably the most important thing.


Not even Horus and Chaos Kelbor seemed to touch it in OTL
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>>5660759
No, in character TalOS knows Rogal Dorn to be correct. Horus only cares about Terra and anything that stands in his way.
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>>5660745
Can the orbital rings and fortress satellites be rebuilt in time to meaningfully offer resistance to ships? What I'm saying is, based on canon info, does Mars stand a chance?
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>>5660760

If the option to evacuate wins the vote, can we consider knowledge of mars not destroyed so far as saved?
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>>5660762
I believed this was answered but I will say it again.

If Mars is turned back on it will be a target. While Dorn might be underestimating how much firepower can be recovered from the Red Planet it will still paint the biggest target on Mars. If Mars fires upon Horus he will retaliate.

In the end I do run a Mechanicus Quest. Mars might get killed but it would be a glorious last stand if it does.

>>5660763
Of course. You guys will have roughly a year to steal everything that is both nail and bolted down. Can't say about what was lost already but you can easily do that.
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We have one more option.
Noctis Labyrinth Void dragon gattai!
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>>5660760
I'm also trying to guage different options most likely to see us survive.

I don't suppose it's inevitable we have to jump with the Emperor onto the Vengeful Spirit?

They did allow Khan to stay behind to defend the Starport (and Khan is dead here) instead of joining the fateful jump. So there's a hole needed in that defense (because if the starport falls Terra is also lost as Horus will have complete control of low orbit and land troops with impunity. And TalOS has traditionally not been heavy on 1 to 1 combat.

Theoretically, not that I expect most players to vote it, could we also "convene with his god" (i.e. shelter in the Noctis Labrynth). We have played a major role as is, given Terra more than it could hope for, and the promise of reinforcements. We're even offering it the resources of Mars.

If Horus will leave the Noctis Labrynth alone, maybe we can take a page from a Necron Pharon.

It's an unpopular option and I'm not intending on voting it, but I was just rainchecking if it is a way for TalOS to survive. Even the Machine God values survival, that is why he chose humanity over the treacherous necron.


>>5660768
Eyy, so I'm not the only one who thought of it.
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>>5660745
>Then we shall reap Mars for all it has left

We can't let Malcador AND the emperor die.
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>>5660768
>>5660769
I'm in camp "do what we must to keep Tal0S" alive. He has all the technology in his head, he just needs to survive and build it again.
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>>5660745

The knowledge that remains can be saved, Mars will be restored in the future. It is time to gather all remaining loyal forces and prepare for the most important battle that will take place since the day the emperor first set foot on mars.

>Then we shall reap Mars for all it has left.

As for the siege, honestly? Fuck it, there must still be empty meteors in the old belts orbiting the solar system.
We're going to get the biggest one that our ships can move, and we're going to crush these little shits with as few casualties as possible.
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>>5660745
>Then we shall reap Mars for all it has left
>OTHER: If TalOS can forsee a surefire way to stay alive, take it
*Still voting this after some clarification from QM (thanks!)

1. Mars is the Holy Planet. Planets can be rebuilt. Better that it's knowledge and technology and important personnel be preserved on Terra (and in our minds)
*Remember: TalOS put faith in the entire Church of Synods, not Top Down Mars anyway. He was willing to sacrifice Lucius for Victory, he can be willing to do the same for Mars
2. It would just fall to Horus and the Heretics otherwise anyway, Rogal Dorn is right. If Mars stands in his way, then we would be splitting our forces.
3. Consolidating our forces together means we can buy more time for reinforcements to get here and save our asses. That's entirely the whole reason we sent Perturabo to sort things out in Lucius and come to our rescue. We have faith in him.
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>>5660777
>support
TaL0S Strategic Value Absolute!
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>>5660777
>>support
Tal0S must survive!
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>>5660777

Nano this is the last chance we have in this quest to destroy something using rocks thrown from space into orbit. Please, help me end the siege in the same way the dinosaurs were deleted from history, pretty please?

You just have to agree with the idea.
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>>5660777
>>5660796
>ADDENDUM: If possible and will work, crush the traitors on Magma City with a really big rock from space.
there's a whole asteroid belt here, and it would free up our besieging forces. Fuck those guys, let's take a page from the Greenskins here such is our disdain for the traitors.
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>>5660742
>“Rogal Dorn, brother. It has not really been too long but for both of us that it feels like we have been apart for a century.”
I mean, from our coggy's viewpoint it was...
>No. I will not give up on Mars (reinforce of course)
No. I won't give up on Mars.
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>>5660777
>Support
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>>5660745
>>No, we will reinforce for Horus on Mars.
Even if the planet is ground to dust and ruined, Lucius and other planets still stand. Mars will protect Terra and give its life to prevent Horus.

Also, I want to get the chance to fuse with the other shard for an epic last stand, maybe activate ancient technology hidden beneath the sands.
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>>5660917
>Also, I want to get the chance to fuse with the other shard for an epic last stand.

I'll tell you now thats not whats gonna happen. The Machine God actually benefits from being split like this and will not seek to be made whole again.
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Do we know anything of Lucius' current status?
>No, we will reinforce for Horus on Mars.
We phase Mars into a Pocket-dimension similar to Necron Deathshrouds and Malcador did with the Grey knights on the moon Titan.
We wait for the Seige to reach its peak. We put the old Tal0S sneaky backdoor boom boom
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>>5660918
Cool, i was scared we would lose our Primarch/ C'tan recipe Ratios and become something bad
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>>5660918
>ask Mars Shard to Noctis the whole planet
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>>5660777

Support
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>>5660745
>Then we shall reap Mars for all it has left
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>>5660745
>Then we shall reap Mars for all it has left
Could we use the asteroid belt and convert them into weapons by strapping thrusters to them?
Mechanicus version of ork roks
I think it would help out a lot to have horus approach earth and hit his fleet with a massive wave of destruction before he even orbits terra
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>>5660777
>Support
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>>5660777
>Support
Mars will live again
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>>5660745
>Reap mars for all it has

Mar's last stand would be glorious.
But it is the time of the imperium, not the red sands.
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>>5660777
>Support
Hope QM recognizes the vote for this emphazies the part of staying alive. Fuck dying.
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We've given the Emperor and the Imperium everything. We've built up Lucius as its war machine. We chose to let a different brother manage it to detract from Horus forces, rather than handle it ourselves, so that we could come here to Sol and prevent a disaster from Mars opening the door to Terra. We could've chosen to stay on Lucius, defend Hearth and Home, Wife and Parents, our Empire.

We chose to come here. And we've done all we can to shore up Terra. Even at the cost of Mars itself.

The very least thing the Emperor and Malcador can do is not begrudge us if we choose survival as our main imperative. We can fight the Long War if we survive. Not even the loss of the Astronomican will destroy the Federation, for the Void Dragon knows other ways to guide through the Warp.

In between the Lucian Tech and Necron Teleport tech we are the master teleporter. Maybe we can make the excuse that if we stay on the Imperial Palace in the throne room, we can stop the Dark Gods from interfering with their jump onto the Vengeful Spirit. Someone had to stay behind on Terra to defend, and that was Khan who is dead. We could replace him.

I hope as a C'tan Shard we have what amounts to Necron Reanimation Protocols. The one where if we sustain serious damage, we are teleported elsewhere to repair (probably the Noctis Labrynth).
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>>5660777
>Support
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>>5660800
>+1 throw a meteor at Magma city
Screw the the traitors. QM please let us do this.
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>>5660800
>+1
Drop an asteroid on their hererek asses
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You people and your asteroids.

Just bombard them with munitions.
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>>5661582

Ammunition should be used on more "mobile" targets, to be more precise in the next siege where they will really matter.

Furthermore, the meteor descending from the skies cracking and moving parts of the planet's surface, sounds far more beautiful and dramatic than a normal siege, especially considering our intentions.
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Reinforce Mars!
>>5660757
>>5660917
>>5660937

Reap Mars
>>5660770
>>5660774
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Even with such a powerful guarantee that Rogal Dorn had presented to his brother the proposition was still a damning one. Rogal knew this and allowed his brother these precious minutes to really consider whether or not he wanted to follow what the Praetorian of Terra suggested.

Rogal spent the time in his own mind, for unlike others he was not going to keep placing suggestion upon suggestion to pressure his brother into joining him. Such tactics were beyond him when it came to the tongue and in truth he trusted his brother to make the right decision. Clearly his brother knew more now than Rogal, whatever kind of state his brother had adopted making that clear.

Rogal had to think hard about what it was his brother was now. Before his brother was reserve with the words like Gods and Daemons. These symbols of faith did not belong in the Imperium and thus he knew never to bring them up. But in his new incarnation, as the Omnissiah, his brother was more than willing to speak about deities and their champions. He even went as far as claiming he himself was a shard of the Machine God.

Such speakings flew in the face of the Imperial Truth. They were bastardizations against the what the Emperor said was the truth of the Universe and thus the Truth that Rogal held. That was what Rogal knew, or thought he knew, what the truth of the Universe was.

He was deeply mistaken though.

His brother had claimed that the Warp was indeed another dimension and as such Rogal could have considered it anathema to reality. Something that was other and as such it was only a perversion of what he knew the truth to be. In a sort of way it was an amalgamous force of anathematic reality that seeked to impose its own will upon not only mankind but the Galaxy as a whole.

It was this train of thought which could have been used to examine the world and see that both the interpretation of the Emperor was correct as well as what people see today. That it is a mistake to see the Warp and the Material Universe as the same reality. So Rogal reasoned this was the crux of how the Emperor wanted Mankind to see the Universe. A form that Rogal himself would have agreed with.

But Rogal was presented with all of this information not from an Outsider, but ultimately coming from the knowledge of a being known as the Void Dragon. Rogal had fought in enough campaigns both with and against psykers to identify when their arts were being used. Let it be a subtle change in how he perceived reality or things not snapping into place. Maybe it could be a smell or a sound that he knew was not really there. These told Rogal Dorn that magic was afoot.

His brother though, for all Rogal Dorn could perceive, simply sat in the Throne with no issues. A body that was easily looked upon and each sound coming out of it making sense for it was an effect of action. Thus his brother was still of the Universe. To be that, and also present to the
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people Mystic powers was something that Dorn knew was against what the Emperor told them the galaxy was like. But somehow, as Rogal Dorn pondered this, he wondered if his father actually knew of this. After all, it was not a secret that even Magnus knew with TalOS only learning of all this in the last few decades.

Rogal trusted his Father will all of his heart, but he too knew it was wavering now that Betrayal was upon them.

“I have made my decision.” TalOS declared as he focused upon Rogal Dorn with fine eyes, “We shall reap Mars for everything it has. Not a single machine that is functioning shall remain upon the red planet when Horus arrives.”

“Then our first step is to defeat them here.” Rogal pointed out as he looked in the direction of what he learned to be the Magma City, “I understand that the leadership of the local rebel forces are locked behind that Void Shield?”

“Your understanding is correct. Upon that island is Koriel Zeth, the fool who created an epicenter of corruption that welled throughout the entire planet and also caused us to lose everything that we have.” Rogal heard the hatred that his brother felt for this person ebbing through his voice with every syllable that was spoken, “Within her possession is a device known as the Akashic Reader. I will not be satisfied unless the Reader itself is visibly destroyed by my own two hands. Otherwise I fear it will simply come back to haunt the people of Mars in another time.”

“It is a trap.” Rogal pointed out as he looked upon a screen with the city in it, “If we begin to claim the city they will simply bring it down into the lava below. I assume the reason you have not struck at the Reader directly is because they will sink the city if the device is lost as well?”

“Indeed, they value the Akashic Reader more than their lives for it grants them a glimpse of the perverted knowledge that the Chaos Gods hold.” His brother affirmed, “The Siege has soften their forces and given us time to try and defeat the suicidal attack that the forces can bring about. Previously we had few methods of attack, for even trying to fill the pool of lava with dirt seems useless. But together, both in minds and force, we can conquer this city.”

Rogal nodded to declare, “The Phalanx uses Noospheric Communication Systems. Use my credentials to access its data reserves so that we can plan.”

“Gladly.” Answered TalOS.

>Engage them with Jumppack and Teleportation Capable Forces
>Lets just tether the Magma City to some ships in space
>Builds something to catch the Magma City
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>>5661595
>Lets just tether the Magma City to some ships in space
We just take the Magma City, and push it somewhere else
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>>5661595
>Just tether them
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>>5661595
>Builds something to catch the Magma City
>Maybe modify Torsion Cannon tech to one of the Particeps Sempers, to work like an Ork Traktor Beam
As based as #2 is, giving the Particeps Semper some time to shine would be cool.

It would be a fine display of the motive force for the God Machine of the Omnissiah himself to lift up a city at the wave of his hand. A feat only Magnus had been able to do.

"Size means nothing to the Motive Force." ~ Reichsmarshal V4D4R
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>>5661595
>Engage them with Jumppack and Teleportation Capable Forces
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>>5661595
>Engage them with Jumppack and Teleportation Capable Forces

Time is precious we need to hit them hard and fast even if it's a set up for a trap.
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>>5661595
>Lets just tether the Magma City to some ships in space

are we just dropping drop pods with cables attached to them?
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>>5661595
>>Builds something to catch the Magma City
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>>5661595
Like the holy Hilux of ancient terra. Mines don't explode if you drive over them fast enough.
>Builds something to catch the Magma City
>Maybe modify Torsion Cannon tech to one of the Particeps Sempers, to work like an Ork Traktor Beam
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>>5661595
>>Lets just tether the Magma City to some ships in space
"""""Simple""""""" Solution and I like it
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>>5661595
>Builds something to catch the Magma City
>Maybe modify Torsion Cannon tech to one of the Particeps Sempers, to work like an Ork Traktor Beam
Talos in a mechanicus towtruck repossessing magma city
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>>5661595
Orbital bombardment is off the cards?
>Roks my lord

or this I guess though not sure what 'something' is
>Builds something to catch the Magma City
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>>5661595
>Builds something to catch the Magma City
Let's give some nice tech to the mechanicus
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>>5661595

>Lets just tether the Magma City to some ships in space.

The fun idea cannot happen because we have to have a dramatic moment about a useless machine after a unnecessary and irrelevant fight, which will not change at all the general context.

>I'm sad.
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>>5662326
Go reread the deconstruction of the plastoids, it should settle your asteroid bombardment needs.
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>>5662326
Oh stop whining Enjoyer. Titan fight cool.

Akerric reader needs to be destroyed, because it is decidedly not useless, and quite harmful. Don't be sour grapes about all this.
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>>5661595
>Lets just tether the Magma City to some ships in space.
I don't think a bunch of warp corrupted stuff would be very useful. Better to drag it into space and anhilate the whole thing.
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Space Tethers
>>5661597
>>5661601
>>5661644
>>5661757
>>5662326
>>5662374

Lets catch the city in a net
>>5661604
>>5661680
>>5661753
>>5661839
>>5661991
>>5662106

Assault!
>>5661625
>>5661629

Huh, we have a tie. Tell you all what I will present what will happen and you can decide.

>Through Motive Force Shenanigans, a bunch of Ursan Claws and Tractor Beams get attached to the city and pulled upwards. Lets see if they packed enough Oxygen.

>The Imperial Fists go underneath the Magma City and built a piece of infrastructure that the City will simply sit upon. Then it can be stormed easily from all directions, including the earth below.
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>>5662398
I maintain
>Space tethers

Watching the stupid morons suffocate is too funny.
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>>5662398
Whoa, one of them is wayy cooler
>>5662106
Changing this vote to
>Lets just tether the Magma City to some ships in space.
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>>5662398
>>Through Motive Force Shenanigans, a bunch of Ursan Claws and Tractor Beams get attached to the city and pulled upwards. Lets see if they packed enough Oxygen.
I will change my vote to tethers
>Lets just tether the Magma City to some ships in space.
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>>5662398
>Through Motive Force Shenanigans, a bunch of Ursan Claws and Tractor Beams get attached to the city and pulled upwards. Lets see if they packed enough Oxygen.

Fuck it, Its so dumb lets do it.
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>>5662398
>Through Motive Force Shenanigans, a bunch of Ursan Claws and Tractor Beams get attached to the city and pulled upwards. Lets see if they packed enough Oxygen.
I voted for tethers and I'm keeping tethers
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>>5662398
>The Imperial Fists go underneath the Magma City and built a piece of infrastructure that the City will simply sit upon. Then it can be stormed easily from all directions, including the earth below
I would like to be able to use the city after the war is over. we would have to purify it first.
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I'd rather have a semi conventional siege.
We can have moments of confronting the enemy this way.
>The Imperial Fists go underneath the Magma City and built a piece of infrastructure that the City will simply sit upon. Then it can be stormed easily from all directions, including the earth below.
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Tethers win, barely again.
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>>5662398
>The Imperial Fists go underneath the Magma City and built a piece of infrastructure that the City will simply sit upon. Then it can be stormed easily from all directions, including the earth below.
Trying to out oxygen magi and servitors who barely even need oxygen seems like a bad idea. TalOS wanted to destroy it "in his hands" the Fists can deliver it.
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>>5662398
It's not about the oxygen, it's about bombarding with all available firepower. Bringing it to space is so that they can't hide in their fortifications, we can fire from multiple other directions and they can't bring our forces down with them.
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mmm temthers
>Tether
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The Reaping of Mars commenced with little delay or error. The figurative clock which was the approach of Horus Lupercal was something that everyone needed to fight again. Not a single body was misused during this time as Rogal Dorn was given the confidence of his brother that Horus Lupercal would not arrive for the coming year.

This moment is what many of Terra’s defenders would honestly say was a great relief to what was happening. For so long they have all been static upon the planet of Terra looking out for terrors they barely understood. Anticipation that any second they could have had a war sprung upon them and thus being underprepared lived within their minds for the longest of time.

These next few months were different. Now they were all, let them be the simple militarum soldier to the Imperial Fists who dotted the system. All of them had something to focus their minds upon. Someone that would help them crystalize their efforts in perfecting the defences of Terra.

The Adeptus Mechanicus might have taken issue with this moment. To scream at the top of their vox casters that their planet was quickly being disassembled and turned into war material for the coming battle against Terra. Each of them were easily pacified however as the Imperial Fists informed them that this was the decision of the Omnissiah.

None could complain against the Omnissiah. Doubly so when the logic of their ultimate Sovereign was distributed to the masses to really consider. The fact that if Mars threatened Horus in any manner that the Warmaster would not hesitate to either pillage Mars for all its worth or even destroy the planet itself out of efficient desires.

Traitors were quickly cut down one after another as the Imperial Fists committed themselves to the Compliance of Mars. To bring into line those who had renounced the Emperor for their own gain or have foolishly been trapped by their dictators into damnation.

Quickly and with no failures Mars was returned to a barren world with a ring of iron surrounding it. So much automation was ripped out of their sockets and placed into what were deep factories in a quickly growing network of tunnels underneath the Imperial Palace. Ballrooms that had little purpose in the designs of Rogal Dorn were transformed into massive facilities of foodcrafts and weapon manufactoring that had no peer.

With the Reaping of Mars the Imperial Palace, a formidable stronghold, was now unsiegeable. If Horus Lupercal wished to take the palace he would need to break down its walls and slaughter the defenses with his Demons.

Horus will try just that for his Prize was the throne.
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The Omnissiah did not sit within Particep Semper anymore. His Titan, his Companion, was needed upon the golden planet for the final battle of this current era. What he sat within now was the Phalanx. Such an ancient and powerful system that he was now attuned to understanding fully.

The Phalanx was surrounded by several ships of much smaller size. Each of them throwing what was several lines of reinforced steel cables towards the planet of Mars. They moved due to the wind and the pressure that the red planet inflicted upon these chains but none of them broke or missed. As the Omnissiah had seen it on this specific day and hour the chains were blown in the correct positions that a great many of them were dug deeply into the floating piece of rock that was below them.

There must have been thousands of them. Thousands of stings that with a single error by the Omnissiah would have brought the fleet down into the atmosphere of Mars. He did not worry though, for he was the Master of the Motive Force, and knew just how things would move when they did so against the other forces of the Universe.

+Are you ready, oh venerable one?+ The Omnissiah asked the Phalanx as he noted everyone was in position.

+I am ready. For Dorn and the Imperial Fists.+ The Machine Spirit answered its sovereign without issue. Seeing as it was prepared the Omnissiah dispursed what was a figment of intelligence created by his own thoughts. It was in some way interesting to see the entity value his brother so much, but that was expected when the Imperial Fists took the upmost care of this vessel.

It valued them as much as they valued it.

The Omnissiah did his final calculation and made sure it was correct. He did so through both the eyes of the Worshiper and of the Will. Then, as by his own learning and nature, sent the equation out to be reviewed by those who worshiped him.

It was a minute of waiting, then the equations came out as correct. That was good. It never harmed to have one’s math peer reviewed even when one ascended to the status of a God. Even gods were not infallible, much to the attestment of the Machine God.

With a roar that was carried through the Phalanx a series of ancient and powerful machines activated themselves. The Phalanx, which was always meant to be a mobile fortress, reactivated its tractor beam and attached it to the Magma City.
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All the vessels that were near the planet of Mars activated and pulled their thrusters. Millions of tons worth of thrust were quickly generated by such a massive fleet. Each of these vessels, who had the ability to crest near the speed of light, threw themselves into overdrive and generated the forces necessary for the piece of planetary rock to move.

Here they might not have succeeded. They might have failed. But as the Phalanx drew upon the piece of Mars such forces together were enough to begin the lifting of the Magma City.

At first it was slowly being drawn up. Then as acceleration was built upon the current vectors of travel the rate in which the Magma City began to life was becoming unreasonably sad. On time the Lord of the Mechanicus detected the Magma City attempting to turn off its floatation devices in an attempt to drive themselves back into the safety of the Martian Wastes below.

But they faced the Omnissiah. While he did not have full domain over the machines that were infected by the Warp he was still a Lord of Machines. With a smile he gripped the infected Machine Spirits and ensured them to his will. Chaos tried to attack him for such interference, but he was so much stronger than these weak pieces of thought and imagination.

The Magma City, after a few minutes of travel, was flung out of Martian Atmosphere and began sailing through the void. The Omnissiah could feel the millions who had quickly died as the oxygen within the air was ripped from their lungs. He took their souls and crushed them, not even wishing to eat such tainted sour souls.

The Magma City might have been strong upon the surface but in the void it simply floated. Its void shields, while formidable against bombardment, now faced the full force of void combat weapons that were specifically meant to crush the kinds of shields it had.

Like a Conductor the Omnissiah had his symphony of ships sing. Each of them sending turrets of lasers and shells into the shields of the voidborne citadel. In under a minute the shields failed the floating planet and then the planet experienced the hammering of shells.

Each strike was precise and conducted with the close eye of the Omnissiah. In doing so he slowly revealed what was throne that was deep within the rock hidden from the view of all. Upon it was a Tech Priest, Koriel Zeth, as she tried to gain one more piece of wisdom from his damned leaders.

The Omnissiah rose from his position and stepped forward. One moment he was in the Phalanx and the next he was before the Akashic Reader and Zeth. With a swift movement of his hand the Avatar destroyed the Akashic reader and whipped the thoughts of its existence from all loyal Priests.

Zeth had a second to realize her mistake before the Omnissiah decapitated her.
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>>5662476
With that we end this thread. Next will be the Siege of Terra!
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>>5662477
.... I suppose that turning into the Omnissaiah means we don't get to have character moments with normal humans anymore.
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>>5662476
Good riddance. That thing was probably just a tool for Vashtorr to deceive priests.
>>5662477
Swear if Perturabo doesnt show up with a massive Lucian fleet and an entire Knight crusade but Roboute and co. still manage to smuggle in Sanguinius we're haunting his ass. He's the siege breaker primarch and Dorn is the siege defender. Between the both of them and a Blackstone Fortress to break out of the ruinstorm how is Horus going to stop that?
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>>5662479
If that's a complaint then I would not worry. This thread is ending because we are on Page 9 and I prefer to end my 120+ page word doc with it.

We have plenty of time here next thread to go to the common man. We still need to have the conversation with Kelbor Hal, Malcador, and a few others I think would be entertaining. Not to mention the Duels!
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>>5662492
Also, if I wanted things to be dry we would be fighting in the Webway already. But fuck that, lets just get the dead Spirit of the Khan to murder things in there.
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>>5662476
A perfect ending for that Warp lover.
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>>5662492
How bout a bonus thread 15.5 from Perturabo PoV of his battles in our Homeland, ay QM? Throw us hungry dogs a bone ay?
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>>5662510
Sorry but no. I am too close to the end to be sidetracked.
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>>5662492
>Kelbor Hal
That fuckers still alive?

>>5662511
But Uzi.... and kids.... and children!
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>>5662502
She was loyal to the Emperor in the canon timeline.Magma city held out until the end and self destructed to deny the traitors use of the Akashic Reader.

A possible way to circumvent the great blackout of prophecy.
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>>5662492
please dont railroad us into duels when we've played him specifically to be anti-duel mentality. TalOS has very many good reasons not to put himself at risk and it's not the reason we came to Mars.
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>>5662557
gay
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>>5662542
good we put a lot on making him a loyalist.
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>>5662846
Bet he's glad he followed Talos' lead now. Well that and coming to terms with the fact the real Omnissiah has been his subordinate this entire time. Makes the fact Talos actually respected the Mechanicum hierarchy and earned his promotions legitimately, rather than just take power like most of his brothers, that much crazier.
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>>5662856
In many ways, we came all this way here for him, even at the risk of our lives when we could have been safely behind our army.
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>>5662557
Its not like two Primarchs specifically want TalOS's head.
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>>5662864
[Spoiler] Imagine being afraid of Lorgar and a coked up Fulgrim [/Spoiler]
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>>5662862
To clarify, the whole point of TalOS coming here instead of Perturabo was to save Mars. He could have just went to Lucius to raise an army to lift the siege, but Mars would be damned. Wwe are evacuating the red planet because it's just a rock. It's people and the technology that are important.

Kelbor Hal can recognize the Omnissiah himself came here for him. Not the Emperor, who is safe on Terra, not the Imperium, not even Rogal Dorn.

It's him and his people we came to save.

>>5662864
They can have the head, we'll keep the brain in our chest. Besides Lorgar and Fulgrim are both mucking about in Lucius, if they withdraw it means Perturabo will hot on their trail and bringing our overwhelming army to break the siege. If he doesn't, he'll be the siege breaker primarch that failed to break the siege, even with Dorn holding the line and more forces than Horus.

Surely he won't let that weigh him down for the next 10,000 years.
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>>5662864
Did we do anything else to piss off Fulgrim since The Humiliation 150 years ago?
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>>5662893
It doesn't matter if Talos did or not, Fulgrim is a thin skinned little baby who doesn't like getting his fragile ego hurt. He has a very strong sense of perfection that Talos shat all over just by existing and there was no salvaging that.
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>>5662982
At least we have crippled his legion. Between delaying his solutions to the EC's genestock problems, animosity with the Mechanicum (and at least some of his brothers for fucking up a diplomatic effort), his legion is even smaller now than in Canon. And Lorgar's was split halfway across the galaxy. And their both coming in bloodied from Lucius. We just have to not take their bait.

Even Sanguineous only gave Angron a salute at the gates of the Imperial Palace and dared him to bust the door down.
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>>5662476

I admit this was pretty badass, not that anyone should care about my opinion. But what matters is that we are in the final stretch and that things are going well in our favor.

The Federation has the overwhelming majority of the second legion in addition to Perturabo and its own legion. Against the smallest active traitor legion, and the most inexperienced and ill-equipped one. Of course in addition to the local forces of each planet inside the federation.
Furthermore the possible rebellions in our territory must not be significant enough to be a problem. If macragge had no real problems with internal traitors imagine the federation where most people are religious.
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>>5663136
Now if only that massive military might was surrounding TalOS like the protective shell it's supposed to be during this time of war. We came here to Sol so that in the salvation of Mars and the aid of Rogal Dorn, we would buy more time for Perturabo to send as much of the Federation here to Sol as he can.

The Federation is secondary. We've rebuilt it before, we can rebuild it again. The most important thing he can do is:
-Get a shit load of troops and ships here
-Do not let Fulgrim or Lorgar or Horus slay us
Everything can be rebuilt so long as we and Terra survive. And even Terra's survival may or may not be so important as we have alternatives to the Astronomican as a C'tan Shard.

He's had anywhere between 8 years to do this (iirc when we became the Omnissiah by battling the Crons it was only "months away" from Istvaan 006.M31. Horus arrives, if he is on time, at 014.M31 unless QM makes him do shortcuts but that throws the rest of the Heresy outta whack).

Our boy has one job: Break the damn Siege. We've given him time, troops, resources, a way to break through the ruinstorm through the BSF.

This is the most important task he was literally designed to do. This is the equivalent of asking Magnus to perform a warp feat, or Jagatai Khan to get somewhere with haste.

It all depends on him, and us not to do something stupid by risking TalOS until Perty arrives with the very literal Knightly cavalry of a hundred Questoris worlds.

Perturabo please don't fuck this up.
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>>5662846
>I am forgotten. Abandoned.
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>>5663267
He was still the most brotherly to us of our options.
He was the brother we deserved to save, just not the one we needed most.

Unfortunately it looks like Horus isn't going to try and use assassination against us, and even being tricked or deceived turned out to be a non-issue because well we've just been so far away from the Federation it didn't really matter all too much and Corvus Corax came in clutch. Though admittedly the first part is a byproduct of trailing Perturabo.

Perturabo may be the brother that saves our life yet, the one best suited among the three options to lead the Federation breakout.
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>>5663284
>He was the brother we deserved to save, just not the one we needed most.
We could have had 2 for one, and had assistance in the final showdown. He could have lead Lucius and disrupted the traitors as Kahn did.
>to lead the Federation breakout
Uzifu could have done that and better.
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Our biggest threat right now is if Magnus (who was captured and executed) returns as an enemy fully dedicated to our destruction.

Because we'd need the Blackstone fortress to deal with his shenanigans.

Shame.
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Our biggest threat right now is if Magnus (who was captured and executed) returns as an enemy fully dedicated to our destruction.

Because we'd need the Blackstone fortress to deal with his shenanigans.

Shame.

Hopefully Russ and the lion have finished with primarch batman
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>>5663297
Isn't Russ dead, like the Khan?
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>>5663294
>We could have had 2 for one
Not with QM unfortunately, but 'tis what it is. As it stands I suppose it's lucky we didn't switch Alpharius for Corvus, because he came in handy in the Federation. No doubt saving our most important assets from Lorgar and Fulgrim shenanigans. Neither of them were the stealth type.

>>5663297
Seriously Lion, Roboute and Sanguineous have no excuse not to pin that fucker down faster than in OTL. His only backup is the fuckwit Kor Phaeron (supplied with half a legion, not a full one), who isn't a Primarch, and Roboute isn't distracted with Lorgar and Angron wrecking his empire. And unless Kor Phaeron suddenly learns how to become a Primarch tier psyker like Lorgar, the Ruinstorm should be even less effective there.

They have no excuse for delays this time. With Horus having to divert a significant amount of forces to Lucius, and their more intact legions, maybe they can squeeze in more than just sangunieous and pile themselves in. Or if they can't maybe they can tie up Horus eastern flank to let the Lucius overwhelming might come in through.

We have more loyalist forces than Horus in the Galaxy, we just need them to arrive at the right place and the right time, and survive long enough to rally.
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>>5648006
>>5663304
Seems like he is still unaccounted for after his fight with Horus.
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>>5663320
He really dropped the ball with that ill timed duel with Horus. Horus just came back stronger, and he became late to Terra and didn't play much else in the HH iirc. I don't expect him to be any much more successful here.
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>>5663319
Rituals don't rely on the user's personal power though.

Speaking of personal power, was Vulkan ever exposed to Waagh shenanigans?

Would be hilarious to find out he's become an Ork and the sacrifices failed as he kept growing in power because of the massive Voight in front of him.
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>>5663332
>Rituals don't rely on the user's personal power though.
While psychic power does play some part, they typically require bloodshed.
Bloodshed provided by massive casualties and sacrifices, made easier by, well, a full Word Bearer Legion and World Eater Legion.

Of which Kor Phaeron only has half the Word Bearers to somehow spring a trap on Roboute's very large and very intact Ultramar.

I'd love to see any sort of explanation as to how they were able to come up with the carnage needed to pull that off without two primarchs help and an understrength force.

>Vulkan ever exposed to Waagh shenanigans
Not in this era unless I am mistaken, that's the War of the Beast.

A war I hope we live to see.
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Battlefield Ultramar:
Guilliman
Sanguinius
Lion
Vs.
Nighthaunter
Kor phaeron WB
Possible Scrapcode Reaver titan (TalOS' gift to Guilliman?)
+condition unknown+

Battlefield Lucius Federation
Corax
Perturabo the Hero of Xana
Steel Dragons
Vs.
Fulgrim
Lorgar WB
Scrapcode (possibly gone now)
+condition unknown+

Battlefield Sol
Dorn (now with Boosted Morale)
The Silent Legion
vs.
Alpharius (dead)
Scrapcode (dead?)
Koriel Zeth (dead)

Somewhere:
Horus/ Mortarion
Russ
Traitor Proelitor
Magnus
"Omegon"

Dead: Kahn
Dead?: Vulkan
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>>5663319
Maybe QM can come up with a good in game explanation for that. I wouldn't mind reading what he comes up with.
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>>5663242
Nano you worry too much, this war already has its outcome decided. The loyalists are more numerous and traitors have very disadvantageous battles ahead of them.

To facilitate my point I will divide our allied forces into three armies: The Red one formed around Perturabo, the Blue one led by Guilliman and the White one led by Leman.
The White army represents the survivors of the white scars, the wolves, and any other allied force that might be able to attack the traitors' supply lines.
The Red and Blue ones are the possible reinforcements capable of breaking the siege. Which means we have two chances to win the siege of Terra.

With all this in mind, Horus has three alternatives:
The first option would be to leave behind detachments strong enough to delay the loyalists on the three fronts, and as a result of that having a smaller force to assault the Palace, which at this point is stronger than it originally was, as well as more reinforced with troops thanks to to mars.
The second option would be to try to destroy one of the red or blue armies, before advancing towards the solar system.This would give Horus the numerical advantage needed to comfortably attack Terra. The problem is that the emperor will have time to get out of the small inconvenient situation he finds himself in, I don't think he wants to face a prepared and well rested Emperor at the head of an strong army. This is definitely a plan, but I don't think Horus has time to execute it.
And the last plan, Horus knowing he doesn't have much time, will bet all the forces he has to attack the Palace with full force in a short siege. The risk of huge losses it's real, but compared to the risk of losing the civil war makes this the better of the bad options he has.

In short, Horus doesn't have a simple way out of his predicament, and time is on our side.
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>>5663997
It isn't the war I'm worried about losing.
It's TalOS life.
He has so much he can do to rebuild. So much he can do after the war.

Next to the Emperor himself, he may very well be a 2nd high priority target in the Chaos Gods list because they know as bad as the Anathema was, a resurgent C'tan shard at the head of another army of actual Anathema Pariahs is also going to suck.

Even the destruction of Terra itself, should Horus claim it for the Dark Gods, will at worst inconvenience the Federation who will resort back to the short distance Mechanicum jumps they had relied on prior to the astronomican. As the Void Dragon, we can find and replace it with the Pharos Network.

The #1 thing we must do is not be stupid and put him in any undue risk. We've seen what happens to stupidity and charging off bravely alone. Ferrus Manus, Jagatai Khan, even Leman Russ was repelled and Fulgrim might have been slain long ago if we unleashed our powers.

And our brothers are coming far more powerful than they were before, presuming they leave behind blocking detachments to slow perturabo down and try to get to Terra first.

I dare say if Horus will leave the Noctis Labrynth alone, we shouldn't discredit the possibility of just going in there and shacking it with our other half. Yes TalOS has his loyalty to the Emperor. . .but he also has his loyalty to his God. We wouldn't be the only primarch to conveniently survive by not being in Terra.Another option that might be available to us is punching through the Webway battle and making it to Lucius or some other Dolemen Gate exit point. Alas that the Blackstone Fortress had its webway gone out, but honestly if we could send Perturabo to Lucius via portal why can't we do so ourselves?

If we have to stay and cannot avoid a duel above all else, use the Buddy System. Stay close to Dorn and the Custodes. 1 v 1 in any sort of Close Quarters Engagement should be an utter last resort. And for the love of the Machine God don't get onto the Vengeful Spirit! We have in game precedence that TalOS understands the value of himself, like sending his Knights to fight off a Warboss.

If TalOS dies. . .90% it's likely going to be from some stupid mistake that could have been avoided. And we didn't make our boy to be stupid.
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Pretty sure TalOS isn't physically trapped in the Solar System. He was able to teleport Perturabo across the galaxy to Lucius through the ruinstorm from within a Necron Tomb. He could do the same for himself from the Void Dragon's tomb on Mars.
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>>5664009
Ah mate, that was from a necron tomb to a prebuild receiver in the null fortress.
Thats not around in the Sol system.
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>>5664039
Wait I thought it was confirmed we accidentally destroyed the dolemen gate (portal/receiver) in the Blackstone Fortress?

Eitherway, there is a legitimate tomb here in Mars and it's even got a C'tan Shard in it. And there's a book example of a C'tan shard using its own power to teleport itself across the Galaxy.

Also technically the blockade on Terra hasn't begun. Travel was still available during the HH and nothing stops us from going back to that planet or trying to make it to Lucius ourselves. It isn't like Horus can blockade the entire warp. Albeit that option is problematic as leaving with a ship is not a politically viable move.
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>>5664092
Aaaactually now that I think about it, "choosing to leave against orders" was exactly what Leman Russ did.
And not just himself but an entire legion.
To attack Horus.

He wasn't called a coward or censured for doing that, he was just thought of as stubborn.

He disobeyed a direct order from the -Emperor- and Malcador got away with it.

So theoretically we should also ourselves have the right to depart on the Onus Probandi towards Lucius in the hopes that we can help guide the reinforcements here faster (i.e. "we need to find out what's taking Perutrabo so long")
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>>5664096
What if Horus decided to roll all the loyalists before attacking terra? Getting rid of Lucius and Ultramar before moving to crush the emperor. Gawrkg
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>>5664215

That would take a long time, long enough for the Emperor to emerge from the Palace and lead the Loyalists to a landslide victory. Horus would not get to see the solar system before being defeated in this version of the story.
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Thread might need archiving
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T4L0S DON'T LET GO NOOO THE THREAD
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>>5664443
It's done!
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Alright, sorry for the massive delay between threads but I am busy as heck tomorrow. So expect the start of the final thread Wednesday.



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