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As the nearby star crested upon Lucius it gave view to the numerous warships that now orbited their birthing planet. Each of these ships were scorched black as a star sheared its presence upon their metal layers. After this blackened steel was the clear red marking that announced their purposes, the fact that they were to be used as Crusaders in a Crusade to take back what was rightfully mankind’s.
This force was inbound for the Imperial Fists, a Legion who was closer to the Federation than any of the other Imperial Legions that surrounded it. Said Legion welcomed the assistance openhandidly, if a little miffed that they could not approach the same level of assistance that the Federation gave them.
It was an oddity at the end of the day to all those who were not a part of the Reconquista. Let it be the Lords of Mars or the Found Primarchs none of them could understand the logic.
For TalOS though the thought was simple. The Fabricator General, who held within his cogitators such immense respect that he will not allow the man to falter, should be given to the Legion who will match his respect. That Legion, the Imperial Fists, was the Legion who not only had honor but respected the Magos whenever they conversed with one another.
Thus they were the perfect choice.
+My time upon Lucius comes to an end.+ The Once Fabricator General announced as he looked upon the vessel, +It is… hard to think this time came.+
TalOS looked over the battleform of the Fabricator General. He was no longer just a simple man but instead a massive construct that was capable of warfare on a scale only TalOS could imagine. This battleform was crafted from the loving hands of the World’s Artificers, whose prominence was owed to his dedication to their cause.
And that ignored his body as well, of which was regenerated with the mystical sciences that TalOS knew. No longer was he an enfeebled and weakened soul, but one whose very genes thought themselves to be in their very youth. TalOS had gone as far as he could with that man, only stopping at the potential of implanting his Geneseed into such a venerable person to give him an Astarte’s Longevity.
+It is… hard to believe in myself.+ TalOS admitted as he looked up at the massive form of the man-machine, +When I grew up I did not think I would become what I am, even if you did. I knew I was a warrior, but it feels right to carry on your legacy.+
+I concur with your senses.+ The Fabricator General said as a Mechanrite was placed upon the Primarch’s shoulder, +Be the leader I have always thought you capable of.+
+When we meet again, Explorator Dominus Lucius.+ TalOS spoke the new name of the man before him as a send off to his next step in life.
