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“Rogal Dorn, brother. It has not really been too long but for both of us that it feels like we have been apart for a century.”
Those words were spoken by TalOS. His brother was correct in that Rogal feels like even know he has aged several decades from when they had last met. That however was not what caught the Praetorian’s attention.
It was his brother’s voice, his true voice. Rogal did not consider it much for it did not seem to really matter for the century that he had known his brother. His brother, like all Tech Priests, never used their real voices but instead a vox speaker. Such methods allowed them to not only speak in the language of machines, but it also gave them a near perfect diction as the machine helped their voice. What it always came with to Rogal was a soft buzzing as the machines resonated with another frequency that was not normal for human tongue.
As he heard the words of TalOS here and now, Rogal realized that for the first time he heard the true voice of TalOS. It was crisp and practiced as if he had been using it for his entire lifespan. But there were issues with it for his brother’s voice was in some way the soft whisper of a Priest or physician. This was unlike both Lorgar or Magnus who both bolstered their voices so that all could hear their words.
TalOS’s voice was simply that of a Priest who would listen to others. It was exactly how Rogal Dorn expected his brother to speak if his voice was not coming from a Vox.
“You have changed, brother.” Rogal said first and foremost as he cut right to the issue that he was aware of, “You are no longer a Primarch. Your proximity to humanity has been lost. What happened to you?”
“You are correct. I, TalOS DAV1S, renounced in some manner his mortality to become something more than that. By taking a piece of the Machine God into my being I am now the Omnissiah. A Champion of my God.”
“Do you still serve the Imperium?” Rogal did not bother thinking about the ramifications of his question as he spoke about it. Such a dangerous set of words that would determine if whether or not the other would walk out of this room alive.
“As according to the Revised Treaty of Olympus and the agreement that our Father and the Machine God had made in the birth years of mankind,” TalOS said with a preamble, “I hereby affirm to you, Rogal Dorn, that I and the Adeptus Mechanicus will remain loyal to the Emperor of Mankind.”
“Then I welcome you to Sol, brother.” Rogal Dorn spoke with a welling tightness that was within his chest. An emotion that Rogal knew to be joy.
