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By the time TalOS began pacing himself once again the walls had begun to reach for the sky and the amount of moving materials around him had increased dramatically. His eyes studied as a Knight of House Navarros walked through the halls next to a cohort of Kallestan Robots playing as a minor honor guard. That an entire line of Servitors made their way through carrying the day’s most recent delivery of Corpse Starch.
As he did so the Primarch noticed a lone figure waiting out in the middle of all this. The person was like a cog who had gotten themselves out of alignment but were not waiting for some sort of command. Such a thing was not unexpected since his breed of man was not meant for all this waiting around.
“Sargent Apateon.” TalOS called out the Astartes with the firmness belonging to a Primarch, “It is a pleasure to see you.”
The Sargent quickly turned his head as he heard the voice of his Primarch call out to him. It was at such a speed that TalOS would have been fearful of his neck lest he was a normal mortal or even Skitarii. With a fluid motion the Astartes gave his genefather the symbol of the Cog as they were all instructed to do.
“You can be at rest, Sargent. You are currently on your rest break and there is no crime in simply exploring.”
The Astartes raised his bowed head as he finally spoke, “I thank you, Father.”
“May I ask, were you looking for something or simply wondering about the Fortress?”
“Wondering, Father.” The Astartes declared as he snapped into a perfect formation.
TalOS took a moment’s thought as he gave a nod, “Did you gain that habit before or after you became an Astartes?”
“Before, Father.” The Astartes announced before realizing the amount of details he was expected to give, “I had taken a keen interest in searching about places looking for nooks and crannies. While I do not enter them these days I do study them instead to search for enemies.”
TalOS grew a soft grin as he made a hand motion, “Come, such a skill is respectable. There is the chance you can teach me something about observation that I have not already determined.”
The Astartes stood there for a moment as his helmet kept whatever expression he was holding hidden. Though TalOS could tell from subtle changes in body movement and the readings upon his suit that he was surprised at a sudden request.
“Follow.” TalOS ordered as he moved forward. Such a decisive action forced the Marine to follow the beat of his fellow.
