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The Bridge of the Blackstone Fortress was a place where one could reasonably expect an entire war to have been waged from. All about the floor and several levels about the place where the Lords of the Mechaincum all worked upon the computer screens.
It was a wondrous place where the Mechanicum worked to operate and plan out their future. Not even the Emperor, blessed by his magnificent vessel, carried nearly as much manpower and intelligence within a single room.
Within the room was a modest table and throne at the center. The table was one that the Legion Masters knew was a recent addition to the floor in addition to the numerous thrones that were about it. Of the thrones, two of them were occupied with people.
The first one was a rust colored throne upon which looked like a Tech Priest who might simply float away. The Legion Masters knew this person to be Prime Magos Dominus Pterraxi of Columnus. A brilliant naval strategist and the one who brought in the flying troops that were modestly successful on the warfront.
The one next to him was the reason the two Astartes gave their respective symbols.
The one who they paid respect towards was a massive mass of steel that underneath held the greatest of all minds. Any bits of flesh that would have shown underneath the thick cloth was covered in the darkened steel of the Star Forge. The man had four arms visible each either typing or jacked into an outlet.
Red eyes looked upon them as the helm turned to face them. The face was not that of a human, but of a Machine God.
“Legion Master Vadar, Legion Master Matthias.” He said with a voice both smooth but clearly synthesized, “I welcome you once more to my bridge. What is the matter that you wish to bring to my attention?”
Without missing a beat Matthias raised his head to address the Primarch directly, “The Imperial Fists, upon orders of the Emperor, are to transfer to the rim of Pacificus to begin the solidifying of our gains and conquer the inner segmentum.”
To those words the Primarch did not speak. Such an event was not rare for the Primarch as one who interacted with the Tech Priests knew for long enough. He was likely processing several pieces of information within his mind that none of the Astartes could fathom.
“It was an honor to have worked with you Matthias.” Was the ultimate declaration the Primarch could give.
