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As TalOS looked upon the Psyker with the eyes of a hungry predator. A burning hunger that would consume the brainflesh of all that it held within it. Even immortals would not be able to hold themselves back from consuming the flesh of the innocent.
TalOS took a step back, a decision reached.
+Fabricator Lord!+ Declared TalOS in an audible format that carried his voice through the chamber, +I shall not eat this Psyker. Entomb me into a Stasis unit and send me to Lucius.+
+Confirm you decision.+ Were the words rung back to TalOS as the Primarch starred doggedly at the fallen form of the psyker.
+Confirm!+ He shouted displaying a sense of peril to his person.
Upon that declaration TalOS felt the approach of two other servitors. The man-machines did not care for TalOS as he starred at them from the far side of the room. They kneeled down and lifted the psyker with ease, dragging it out of the room and into whatever holding cell it was previously in.
TalOS had to sit there in anguish for minutes as he felt his soul yearn for more power. The longer he resisted the better TalOS was feeling as his humanity was starting to take hold over the primordial hunger which had plagued him.
It was soothing that in his moment of desperation TalOS did not give in. He could have become a monster then and there but he held back his soul which avoided the subject’s damnation.
This time there were five servitors, four moving the massive machine while the remaining one was likely there to replace any that TalOS accidently consumed. Without a second thought TalOS threw himself into the chamber of the machine, allowing the Servitors to work tirelessly to complete the activation ritual.
That heard the calm buzzing of the Machine Spirit before the land infront of TalOS changed in an instant.
