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There had been numerous descriptions and details given as to what TalOS looked like and they were all different. An inquisitive mind would have called half of these as hearsay but upon talking to the Priests of Mars Roboute understood that the body was as fluid as any machine to the cultists. He was even caught off guard once by a Priest who turned from a giant warform to a motorized brain in a jar. He avoided making a fool of himself through noticing the serial numbers laid across the tank and matching them with the original form.
Remembering this he feared the worst. Much to Guilliman’s delight and mind it seemed he caught his brother on a good day when it came to augmentations.
His form was first and foremost extremely human. He did not even sort the odd mechanrite or servo-arm which many of his kin kept upon their persons. His left arm, which was reportedly destroyed in his early life, was attached to its owner once again.
He felt a creep going down his back as Theoreticals formed. The Theory being that his brother knew the ins and outs of a Primarch’s body. For all intents and purposes he knew Guilliman’s body more than Guilliman knew himself.
The closer and closer the two became the more Guilliman could see. About his brother’s body were a series of metal screws that covered both his head and his arms. Instead of Guilliman’s blue eyes the Tech Priest had replaced them with a dark red that was clearly mechanical in nature. They were studying Guilliman just as much as Guilliman was studying them. The thought he had a moment ago made itself known again, which the Primarch banished to the depths of his mind.
He was getting anxious. Something was not right here. Subtle changes to the body that were clearly not what their Father meant for them made themselves known. He was slightly thinner, his head just a tad too small for the body. As if to mock him Guilliman swore he saw the skin upon the exposed hand of TalOS <span class="mu-i">move.</span>
His brother was not a Primarch anymore. Not according to the wishes of their Father. He was master of his own body and this proved the fact that TalOS had made his own Astartes. How couldn’t he? If he was given enough time Guilliman was sure he would take a crack at trying to create another Primarch.
“It is a pleasure to meet you brother.” he said in a mechanical voice that synthesized mortal speech with near perfection, “We have lots to talk about.”
When Guilliman reached the final step the Fabricator General extended his arm in an old greeting. Taking his fellows arm in a shake, Guilliman spoke, “We do brother. We do.”
>Same as always, to the mother
>Tour the facilities
>Want a small game?
