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TalOS was given a smell of incense and sterilizer in the air. It was a mix that TalOS did not fully agree with but knew it was necessary. The destruction of the micro lifeforms that threatened all of human existence needed to be wiped out in such a vulnerable place after all.
About the building were the numerous Skitarii, Adepts, and Serfs that had proven themselves noble in Lucius’s greatest hour. Under the care and repair of Arch Magos R3KT they were all given a new lease of life that would be impossible at any other place in the Empire. Such powerful wills was something Lucius could not lose.
As he helped the Arch Magos occasionally TalOS was aware of each and every one of their fates. For their service each and every one of them would be fitted with mechanical limbs and given a raise in standing among their fellows.
TalOS here today was to visit what might be the greatest of all present. The one who single handedly saved Lucius from disaster.
The curtains embroidered with the sigil of House Borgius were moved away and TalOS looked at the once burnt form of Fredric Borgius. The Prince looked at TalOS with his one good eye with a moment of stunned fascination before making a wave at the Servitors working on him.
TalOS gave a quick burst of binaric orders that forced the Servitors to abandon their current station and stand aside for the Arch Dominus. Giving the person a bow TalOS declared, “Prince Fredric Borgius, I cannot express to you in the words of flesh how much I can thank you. Through your actions Lucius stood victorious and will now usher an age of revenge against those that have scared our planet so.”
The Prince gave a subtle laugh as he heard those words, “Thank you, Prophet of the Machine God. I did not think anyform of apostasy would result in this though.”
“Flesh is weak, that is what we say. Though I know many that would resist such a sudden change knowing that it can harm the sanity of the soul.”
“Its… something to get use to.” Admitted the Prince as he slowly began to move his newly forged bionic arm, “But those people never rode a Knight into battle. It feels just like that.”
“I can agree, but just like a Knight or Titan it takes time to get use to the new limbs.” TalOS told the Prince with a small lamentation, “My Kind, the Priests of the Machine God, sometimes misunderstand the truth of some matters for they have few references for it.”
“Well, at least one of you do.” The Prince Told TalOS with a subtle but pained smile, “But I really don’t want to hear the jests at court, Prophet. I have lost a certain limb and guaranteed the lost of my family’s line. My Father was never able to sire another son after all.”
“Do not worry, the Cult Mechanicus have found ways to fully replace such pieces of flesh.” TalOS joked much to the Prince’s relief.
