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Warsmith Karados was a powerful Iron Warrior within the Iron Legion. His strategic mind was quite welcome within the Dodekathon when it came to the crushing wars against the Antric, Laserton, and even the Rangdan when the Iron Warriors had been the sole defenders of that front.
These achievements were of such immense power that he surely could have gotten himself a place upon the Trident. But in his opinion he thought the Trident was a bunch of stuck up fools who thought they had the ear of the Primarch.
As if to prove his point Karados was one of the first and many who were advisors to the brother Primarch, TalOS. The battles against the Hrud were underway once again and he was now to administer one of the many battlefronts that the estranged Primarch had organized along with the Iron Warrior’s Primarch.
Such honor was immense in his eyes. His service had granted him the rank of Warsmith and also leader of the 7th great Battalion. It was a good position there, for few had the nerve to fight him for the spot and there was no more reason for him to seek advancement.
As with almost all other Iron Warriors Karados wore the armor of the Iron Legion without worry or care about the ship. Thanks to the augmentations of the Astartes armor he felt no impedament or issues with it. In truth, he found the armor of an Astartes even better than the cloth robes that he once wore upon the world of Olympia.
He was as tough as the Iron he believed himself to be and for that he was thankful.
But even if one wore the armor of their Legion in a method to protect themselves at all times, it does not protect against the attacks or tricks that were not of the lethal kind.
Thus when the Iron Warrior opened the chamber and was quickly face to face with an old man who looked to be closer to centuries old the Iron Warrior was stunned.
“You must be… Warsmith Karados.” The Old Man said as he placed a hand upon his chest and gave a bow, “I am Remembrancer Katar, I have been assigned to you as a Personal Remembrancer by Fabricator General TalOS DAV1S.”
“What?” Were the words that escaped the Iron Warrior’s mouth as he said those words. In an instant he realized it, that in his excitement for meeting the Primarch of the 2nd he had somehow been tricked.
