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TalOS looked down upon the planet of Xana with a sense of familiarity now that was deeply missing from the time he was there. He knew the entire data sphere of the planet and understood its small intercities that made it distinct from Lucius. He felt that many others that were with the Primarch felt the same way as they looked down upon their planet from another people’s ship.
As Xana was now part of the Lucian Federation the first thing that needed to happen was a trading of diplomats with one another. On Xana TalOS left the Priests Lucian Priests as they gave him dozens of their own in return. These fellows he gained will open the embassy of Xana upon the planet of Lucius as well as represent them in the massive courts of Lucius.
TalOS wondered to himself, for a moment, how much further they would go. Maybe by the end of their voyage most of his crew would become Tech Priests not of Lucius but of every Forge World that TalOS had visited.
TalOS turned about and gave a nod to the Acillians before walking away from the window deeper into the ship. He only made it to the third step when he collapsed upon the ground.
The Primarch felt all of his systems and Machine Spirits began operating in a haywire manner. Though he commited all the rituals to keep them at peace with perfection the Machine Spirits seemingly quake in fear. TalOS’s own eyes began to grow fuzzy and gain a slight tint of green as he was quickly raised from the ground and placed on the shoulders of the two Steel Wardens that were with him.
The next few moments were a blur to the Primarch. Something that given his anatomy should not have happened at all. He saw reality shutter and quake as hundreds of runes began to inscribe themselves across his vision. But seeing them before his eyes was only the after effect as they were truly being drilled into his own mind.
He could barely see as Tech Priests and servitors got out of the Acillians' way while the occasional Serf was run down in a brutal stampede of Acillian feet. Barely Lucid, TalOS had to laugh that the Acillians simply ruled out that the death of a couple dozen deck hands was below the cost of himself.
That was the last moment of thought TalOS was allowed as he was engulfed in an oblivion of knowledge that had been sleeping for Decades. TalOS heard something that he could barely forget.
<span class="mu-s">+My Prophet, this is my final gift to you. I can no longer fend the Knight off and from this time onwards my chains are tightened. Take this gift and defeat my ancient enemy with it.+</span>
>TalOS’s private workshop, next to the plethora of Null Tech
>The infirmary, because it's the best place for it
>On the Command Throne so that the ship can take part of the burden.
