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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.
