Anyone up for a little personality quirk/trait for Talos? Perhaps we could consider what type of musical instrument he enjoys. Odd timing I know, but hey not like we're stuck traversing the warp.
>Other Fluff/Side ItemAs Talos diligently spends and calculates every millisecond towards increasing the fleets speed and cohesion through the warp, coaxing out every extra ounce of effort from the terrible fury of the machine spirits of the Warp Drives while also propping up the stalwart and stoic machine spirits of the Gellar fields in their endless battle to keep the realm of monsters away, now and again even Talos must find some reprieve
Upon the Onus Probandi's Chapel Cathedrum, past the pews and altar of devotion, in the brief moments of rest and reprieve he can spare, he takes to to learning a musical instrument. A mortal man might take a lifetime to become a master, an acillian years, but to Talos it was a matter of sparing the occasional sessions to practice his fingers and mechadendric tendrils what he could download via noosphere on musical theory. Music, as all things, was a gift and expression of the Machine God. Music and song were applications of the blessed arithmetic of harmonics and frequencies, to create from a myriad of disorderous tunes a thing of order.
And all the music instruments of mankind, this was his favorite. The myriad of keys, buttons, pedals and dials, the intricate workings of machinery to produce sound from the varying frequencies of gaseous vibration, the Organ had a machine spirit of its own, meek and humble when compared to that of a war engine or a ship, but when one played its spirit sung with a cry of enthusiasm as loud as any other.
Before he begins, he considers efforts and those of the ship. The vessel was worthy of praise, for time and again it had saved his life, that of Uzi, and his sons and his crew. Using the sacred mathematical composures of the ancients, he composes music, one that encapsules and praises the brave plight of the ship's machine spirit, as it flies its way through the hellish realm of the warp. How it applies the sacred science to propel it with haste through the blasphemy of unreality, seeking the paths of least resistance and navigating the roiling currents. Not so different from the legends and tales of such ships of Terra's oceans. Perhaps, he wondered, the spirits of the Onus Probandi or the Warp Drive might hear his song, as it bravely navigates through the warp with haste. No psyker nor sorcerer was he, to conjure forth spells to guide through the warp as the aliens did, but he understood that even Machine Spirits could be made to hear the music of praise.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBAsLLuaL5c 