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Ferrus Manus looked upon his Legion with that scow that would never leave his face. It was the kind of face that looked to be measuring his men for every drop of blood, sweat, and metal they were made of. It reminded TalOS of what a Priests looked like when performing a scan of their numerous lasguns for shipping to the front lines.
Such a thing TalOS did as well, but to what means did he do his measurements. Was it the literal form of it to study the power of every Astartes that was among him? Was it perhaps the achievements that he saw that gleaned whether they could be compatible or not? Maybe, just maybe, he was simply seeing if he liked seeing them. The last thing was something that TalOS would never commit to, but he was sure his brother Leman Russ did that very thing himself.
There were scant records of what the Primarch did before his ascension. As his brothers had before he fought alongside the Emperor but there was no remembrancer that had fallen in love with his tale. He also lacked the database that TalOS was attached to, meaning that almost every movement outside of his personal sanctums were recorded for potential review. It was simple that the man had yet to make a name for himself.
As TalOS thought of all this he could see, at the base of the tower, two Astartes walking out of the crowd. Looking at their armor and referencing the analogs he quickly knew them as the Legion Master and his right hand. They scaled upon either side of the tower and met their Primarch. In that moment the entire legion behind them kneeled just like how the 2nd Legion did with TalOS.
TalOS watched as a boltgun, likely the Legion Master’s, being presented to their Primarch. In that same motion the words of the Legion Master were made loud and clear for all to hear, “Do you, Ferrus Manus, accept your role in this? Do you promise to lead your men into the zone of war, and conduct them to glory, no matter the ferocity or ingenuity of the foe?”
As those words were spoken Ferrus Manus placed upon the Boltgun his metal hands. As if swearing upon the cog the rite continued, “Do you swear to lead the Legion to heights of glory never before seen, no matter what horrors are contained in the galaxy? Do you pledge to honor the Tenth Legion and serve the Emperor?”
Without a second’s thought the man spoke the oath, “On this oath, and by this weapon, do I swear.”
With those words TalOS watched as the Legion Master’s right hand, likely either his enquiry or the 1st company captain, wrote out a script that was soon mounted upon the battleplate of Ferrus Manus. Once he was finished both of them joined their brothers in the bow that they gave their Primarch.
Now he had sworn his oath, it was their turn.
