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TalOS looked upon the ships with a sense of confusion and wonder. Something he knew for certain was being shared by the admiral of that fleet. For the Primarch TalOS he was deeply confused but knew that the message from their fellows was likely already on its way. To make things a little faster TalOS had his vessel send out a ping to the other so that they knew who to talk to.
It did not take them even a second to connect, “Hello there, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” A rough voice that TalOS could describe as crass and weathered came through the system.
“You speak to Sanctus Dominus TalOS DAV1S of Forge World Lucius. Identify yourself.”
“You ever run out of breath saying that?” The voice on the other end hid a moment’s laughter.
“It have it on recording so I don’t even need to think out the title.” The Primarch admitted as he grew a slim smile, “Would you like to give me a full introduction to yourself?”
The man on the other end gave a short chuckle, “I am Primarch of the Sixth Legion, Space Wolves, Leman Russ of the Frozen Death World of Fenris. That work for you brother?”
“It does, I do not believe we should go into the Ritual of Identity Verification unless you want to go into it.”
“And how long is that?”
“Fifty questions that if vocalized will take fifteen minutes. All personalized based on information I received about you.”
“How accurate do you think that information is?”
Feeling there was a joke coming about TalOS fed into the connection a few sounds from his Machine Spirits thinking, “Sixty three percent with room for error.”
“Sixty three percent with error, so about half.” The other Primarch pointed out with a small laugh, “I think it's closer to ten but we can see about that during our feast in your honor! I hereby invite you onto the Talon of the Wolf if you still have your stomach intact.”
>He does, so lets join the feast
>Why don’t we convene on the planet below instead.
>Come visit TalOS’s ship instead.
