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TalOS looked out into the great hall once more to see the pews filled with Priests, Knights, and the common folk. From the Priesthood was any who held a title higher than Magos, each from across the stars that encompassed the Federation.
Against them, in a smaller number, were the Knights of Dutonis. Many of them were Dukes who held far more than when TalOS first found them, Dukedoms encompassing planets instead of multiprovance lands. Among them were the two Kings of Dutonis; Phillip of Navarros and Fredric the II of Borgius. Both of them of course held the greatest esteem for the Sanctus Dominus for he was the one who uplifted them from a single planet to a star spanning Kingdoms.
But most of all who were present, was the people. Compared to the Knights and Priests these Nobles and Elected officials were but normal people who threw their lot in with Lucius when it first came into their system. For many, this was their first time ever stepping upon the soils of Lucius and seeing the magnificent structures that built an army that could conquer the stars like they had.
It was a great humbling for their kind. The knowledge that at the end they were but a piece of a great machine that could shake the foundations of the Galaxy. There was at some points talks about trying to join the Imperium, seeing their policies better for them, but as these people stood in this room they realized just what they had joined.
But that was not the greatest guests to be present at the event. Standing there among one of the foremost seats was Malcador the Sigillite, the Regent of Terra. His presence here was to the politically savvy knowledge that his presence equaled that of the Emperor himself. Next to him was a Priest that only those from the Reconquista would know, the TalOS’s right hand and Apprentice.
Things were almost prepared, the doors beginning to close for the event. But the Servitors in charge of closing one pair of doors suddenly found it hard to close them. An Astarte and Acillian looked to see what the issue was, both of them quickly overriding the Servitor upon the realization of who stopped the door.
Coming into the room at the floor level was a giant of a man surrounded by warriors in gray armor. Many felt their hearts skip as they looked upon the magnificent blond main and feral grin of Leman Russ, Primarch of the Space Wolves Space Marine Legion. Before the event even started the man had within his hands a mug of Mjorn that he brought from his own spaceship, owing to the fact that he only touched down upon the planet minutes before the event even started.
With all of those in attendance the stage was set. Doors finally closing those present looked forward at the raised pedestal.
