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TalOS was overwhelmed for only a second as all the systems that were built for several years regulated themselves. It was similar to Particep Semper but instead of a volatile Machine Spirit that knew only War this one was a new one that had no emotions. Maybe after years and years of connection it would gain as strong a Spirit as the Imperator Titan but right now it was simply a Machine.
While it was not venerated it did not mean it lacked power.
By simply moving through space TalOS could feel the sheer weight and power that it held. Such movement was granted through a series of thrusters and gravitational devices that could only be assembled upon a ship of this size. Each and every one of these constructs were gifted and built by the Lucian Artisans’ loving craft.
Before TalOS could see the entire space around him. His mind's eye no longer viewed things from a simple view of forwards but both backwards, left, and right. It made him feel like a God in space just as Paticep Semper made him feel like a God on the battlefield.
He slowly inched forward and towards the horde of Orks that were threatening to attack his planet. The place where TalOS and the Fortress’s spirit were raised into existence. A harsh anger washed upon the pair as both themselves and the semblance of Particep Semper crawled into the Manifold that was created between them all.
Though logic was not lost upon the Primarch. Indeed he was no fool when he quickly detected a series of warp tears being made behind him. Though for some reason TalOS felt unable to move his guns towards the rift. No, instead he was given hints to open his communication arrays and take in whatever information was granted to him.
The first ship came into the system and within an instant the credentials were shown to be that of Mars. The next second TalOS was fired a direct data package that carried with it the terms of a treaty that was signed between an Emperor and the Priests of Mars. TalOS moved to open communications with his forefathers from Mars but instead TalOS was given a date and time after for when he and the Priests of Mars shall meet.
The one communication that quaked across the realm, after ten seconds of the ship arriving, rang within the ears of TalOS and all who bore to hear it.
“Children of Mars, I am Horus Lupercal. Son of the Emperor of Mankind and Primarch of the Luna Wolves.” Declared in a jovial voice across the region of space, “The situation is evident to me and as duty bound by the Treaty of Olympus I shall gladly help you in the defence of your world! As you are short on time, tell me where I shall send the Luna Wolves.”
>Tell them to back up the Blackstone Fortress against the orks
>Direct them to flank the Mitu and eradicate their fleet
>Give them a burst of information and trust they will know what to do.
