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The first thing TalOS could do, out of all the things he could, express to his sons was give a smile, “My Sons, who have traveled from extending the far borders of the Imperium, I welcome you to the Planet of Lucius. I look upon all of you as both your Gene-Father and a Dominus of the Machine God. I have heard the feats you have accomplished alongside the other Legions. How you have given no quarter to both fools and xenos alike has given me a great respect for you.”
TalOS took a moment to look around the place and examine if any of his sons moved. None of them shifted from their kneeling before him. Complete order like one would expect from a machine. From his time with the Space Wolves he wondered if they were the odd ones out or if his minimal psychic presence caused them to lack in some way.
He was aware of Organs that granted such psychic ability and judging from the Space Wolves the Primarch indeed had some presence over his sons. A psychic power to mold his blood children into something similar to himself. He hypothesized that the lack of presence would have made them more individualistic, but instead they lacked parts of emotion that TalOS was destined to fill.
Cruel. It was both an engenius thing but also a cruel one due to TalOS’s actions. But he will not allow such Psychic powers to affect his children even if they were built for it. To employ the warp in a puppeting act with his sons would damn them all to those he feared the most.
“But your time of separation is over. All forms of seperations shall end. Separation from each other, your Acillians Brothers, and from me. You have all answered my call and as such demonstrate to me that you are indeed willing to answer my call of unification.”
Still no reaction from his sons but at this moment knew what words he shall speak, “Though you do not come to me under the banner of the Imperium. No longer are you bound to the master of many others whose aim is ultimate domination. I share insights with my Creators as he made me what I am. But I was enlightened to another goal, one under the Machine God himself.”
At that moment TalOS felt a small shift, one that went through the Blackstone that he wore around his neck. Likely thanks to the presence of nearly ten thousand psychically attuned individuals they were getting through the item, or something else entirely.
With a hint of interest the Primarch continued.
