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The meeting was hosted upon the Iron Blood. Said vessel was on one of the many fronts where the Hrud were being cleared so it was roughly a few days before Perturabo was in the system to hear the news. While information out of the system was impossible, travel within the sector was easily managed these days by Mechanicum analytics and analysis. As for communication, it had to be done through carrier ships that carried both the message, reinforcements, and new machines that were created from the immense bowls of the Blackstone Fortress.
Perturabo, upon his arrival, understood the fact that his latest fleet of reinforcements did not contain any Astartes upon it. As TalOS heard from the Priests upon his vessel the Iron Warrior was greatly unpleased to the point that he almost had the messenger’s head.
On this day TalOS stood next to his brother who sat upon his Iron Throne. The room was filled with only Servitors, for the idea of pomp was not something that TalOS wanted if the situation was what he suspected it to be.
Instead of such pleasantries, TalOS stood next to Perturabo as a vizere would to his lord. For the moment TalOS would be fine for that. After all, this moment was one which he knew his brother would forever remember.
“Captain Vestus.” The Iron Lord said as his eyes drilled into the man who stood before them, “You have come to my campaign bringing not a single Astartes with you. If it was not for my brother’s appearance such a travesty would have warranted a corporal punishment. Do not flatter me or try to obfuscate what you wished to keep secret.”
For effect the Primarch leaned in towards the Captain, <span class="mu-s">“What happened to Olympia?”</span>
The man was obviously taken by fear as that sentence was said to him. An immense amount of dread washed from his soul as the man realized that his answer meant his survival or death. TalOS noted then the man stiffened himself as he consigned himself to his fate.
“Olympia…” The man did not wish to say the words that everyone already knew were to come out of his mouth, “Olympia has rebelled against the light of the Emperor.”
It was here that TalOS could taste the finest cocktail of rage. So powerful was this anger from Perturabo that TalOS would admit it to be intoxicating.
>Keep Perturabo from doing anything.
>Stay back and do not say a thing
>Place the opinion after the deed is done.
