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The two of them wandered through passages and gigantic halls that the Blackstone Fortress held. Before the places might have held secrets against the Mechanicum, but thanks to the death of whatever foul spirit possessed the structure they had rooted out all that was within it. Few things were of actual use to Lucius, most of it being xenos sorcery based technology.
The two of them soon found themselves in a workshop. If one were to look towards one side they would see a string of weapons and armaments all prepared for what was likely a form of examination while the other side contained a series of armors that were rejected from an earlier project.
What TalOS was after, however, was a small pile of barrels that were sitting at one corner of the room. Two arms appeared from under his robes and snared the treated metal container and his two real ones reached over to take down metallic mugs.
“We shall have a drink.” TalOS said as he sat on one of the numerous tables within the hall, “Eh, Brother?”
“When did you figure it out?”
“Your name is not Jermanian, but Europan.” The Primarch declared as he watched his other fellow take a seat across from him, “As for how I knew we shared blood, I did not feel it through psychic means. The armor you wear is connected with you through a nevantic link that monitors your body for anomalies. I asked the Machine Spirit to tell me what your status was, and I was returned with a series of organs that no Astartes would possess. At least, any that had left the laboratories. Lastly, you lack the simmering desire for destruction my sons gained from the God Machine.”
With those words TalOS placed the drink before his brother with a subtle grin upon his face, “Would you take the drink, brother?”
The Primarch before him handled the drink for a moment in his hands as he looked at his brother, “Is that an attempt to finally see my face?”
TalOS gave a small laugh as he caught the joke, “I have already learned all that I need of you. Through study of your biometrics such as blood flow and tissue density, I can easily determine one’s features and identity. You have nothing that can be hidden to me.”
To TalOS’s words the other Primarch lifted the helm from his suite, giving the Olive Skinned man that held a sharp jawline like this father, “You will not yet know my name.”
“You are correct that I will not use psychic powers against you and I will not pressure you for it.” TalOS declared as he looked upon his brother, “Here is your glass, that is unless you prefer wine?”
