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As TalOS spoke his name there was no sudden moment of realization that dawned upon the face of Farrus. However he did not change to look more conspicuously at him. No instead the man’s face did not even change a moment. At this moment TalOS realized that he simply always looked grumpy as the wear and tear of his planet reached far deeper than just the layer of skin that TalOS saw.
To simplify for any Magos or Adept who needed to understand TalOS’s accounts, he was perpetually grumpy.
“Primarch Ferrus Manus, Deathworld Medusa.” Declared the Primarch as he encased TalOS’s metal hands with his own.
In that moment the two of them shook hands in a moment of mutual welcome. Indeed the man seemed to be of few words but his grip was firm and he seemed knowledgeable enough of Federation Traditions when two men of equal standing were to meet.
Just as it started the two released the other, TalOS quickly noticed how powerful those metal hands of Ferrus Manus truly were. One cannot understate the strength that was held within them and whatever metal they were made from might even be stronger than the starforged adamantine that covered TalOS’s body. A fearful aspect, but one that gave TalOS heavy amounts of interest.
“Another brother joining our Creator’s crusade for the stars.” TalOS announced with a small bit of showmanship within his voice, “Have you met our fellow Brothers?”
“I have met both Horus and Leman Russ.” Declared the Primarch with the roughness that forever plagued him, “And now I have met you. You serve the Mechanicum and not our Father?”
“I do.” TalOS admitted without issue as he placed a hand on a crest of the Mechanicum that was blazen upon his armor, “But while we may be of two differentEmpires it does not stop us from being Brothers.”
“It does not.” Answered the man with metal hands as he began to walk, “We are wasting time standing here. We got to my shuttle.”
“Indeed we are brother, you need to start walking towards your legacy.”
And with that the two of them left the plaza together with their closest men into the shuttle manned by the Custodians. There was little talk as they walked the path to the vessel and were lifted off towards the mustering grounds near the Imperial Palace.
