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The Fabricator General looped around the room as he began to place power within his words, +The Primarchs and their sons are meant for expanding the borders of the Imperium. The expansion being at such a rate that even the Orks could claim to be faster. The Omnissiah made you for this duty, and you have proven his genetic engineering to be perfect.+
TalOS gave a small nod as he understood what the Fabricator General was trying to do. Just as TalOS was trying to smooth over him he was trying to smooth over TalOS. As to why they could not accept each other's attempts full heartedly was that the end result of this was not in their own personal interest.
+I have seen you unlock the might of the Mechanicum, showing that we are equal to the Imperium even if it was for a short time. I do not see a reason to stop our expansion to the stars now.+ The Fabricator General walked to a screen and pointed towards the slowly built station within the sky, +From there we will build an armada, for your role as Fabricator Locum.+
A good try the Fabricator General pushed forward. He was likely feeling that TalOS was amenable, as he was trying to be friendly and he felt now was the time to put forward the hook. Though it was soon, too soon, if TalOS had said so himself. There was a logic to it, TalOS knew, he simply disagreed with it.
+So you wish for me to lead an exploratory fleet?+
+At this moment there are many Exploratory Fleets that cover the stars. Many of them attached to the Imperials but many others by themselves amongst the stars. They need a strong leader at their head to maximize their efficiency. I feel, as a son of the Omnissiah, that this would be a great task that you would be perfect for.+
And there it was. This was exactly how Alpharius spoke of it, an attempt by the Fabricator General to claim the Primarch for his own armies. It was a dream TalOS had to see the stars and operate among them, managing the movements of both trade and his own people. But a decision was already made.
+I understand your desire for my services, Fabricator General, but I must decline this.+ TalOS decreed as he made sure the Fabricator General understood what he meant by those words, +I am the Arch Dominus of Lucius and a leader within the Federation. If I leave now for other opportunities, it will shatter under its own weight. Thus I deny your request for reassignment.+
TalOS was met with silence as those words rang through the room in binaric. The firmness of authority within it as well as the will that held it up was undeniable. The Arch Dominus would not leave his post for opportunities elsewhere.
