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“He is my Father.” Pertuabo announced for all to hear.
When Perturabo said those words he started to hear it. A soft click that was not the Mechanical hum of the preservatives nor the machines that had infested the body of his brother. Looking up into the throne where the two God Kings of Lochos stood next to in vigilance was a withered figure.
“Welcome home, Bo.”
The words were aged with time and tainted with what might have been drugs. Under all of that wear and tear of several decades was a person to whom Perturabo recognized.
“Calliphone.” Perturabo felt that name hold some reverence, but looking upon his foster sister Perturabo could not really say it held merit. She had clearly forgone what would have been the extensive treatments of the Mechanicum’s Rejuvination treatments and instead adopted to take up a series of mechanical augmentations that would divorce her from the ‘pagan’ worshippers of the Machine God.
It was sickening to his stomach to see her like this. For his Sister to willingly subject herself to the degrading of flesh and blood. He had remembered her when she was bright and young, but now she was simply a hag. An anger which had been ebbed away from the sight of his dead Foster Father and his brother’s presence began to spark as Perturabo wondered just how many of his own men could only wish for the longevity that she denied!
Hydraulics began to sound as she steadied herself upon the floor. Unlike the cultists who had merged their bodies with Machines she had opted for as many external augmentations as possible. But as Perturabo already understood, it was clear that they did not want anything to do with the Mechanicus.
“Brother,” The harsh voice called out to Perturabo again as it inched that little bit further, “Not even for the death of your Father did you return to Lochos, but instead the moment we had rebelled against your Emperor. If Father had known this to be a fact then he might have acted upon the rebellion he had been planning for so long.”
“He did not have the will to put it in place.” Perturabo argued while trying his best to disguise a sense of surprise, “He simply acted as the Lord of Olympia. This… rebellion he knew could never work. He would not ruin himself to take what he might have thought was rightfully his.”
Yes, this was the air that Perturabo would put up. He would show that he understood the situation and move forward from there. For while Perturabo put on airs that he knew what happened upon Olympia, in truth he had no idea.
