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With that the Primarch entered the shuttle that had brought him down from the skies. With the palace being so far into the ancient sky, lift off was achieved with few coskings of the Machine Spirits. TalOS took a moment to rest as he felt his body fully loosen itself.
“He was interesting…” UZ1 declared as she took the moment to voice her thoughts, “He reminds me of a Magos my Mother knows. I suspect that he is far more brilliant though.”
TalOS gave a firm nod to that thought, “Indeed that is true. He would have made a fine Priest if his goals were not already made centuries ago.”
“How old do you think he is?” UZ1 asked next as TalOS hit a suspicion that she also had.
“He does not appear to be as withered as the Fabricator General but he could have prevented such a thing with sorcery.” TalOS admitted as he thought long and hard, “Six thousand.”
“That would date him from before Long Night.” UZ1 pointed out as she did several runs of date figures.
“There are reasons I can see it as such.” TalOS pointed out, “Something about how he easily ignored the mention of the Federation of Terra, but understood its significance so easily. His mannerisms… they remind me of Magos Gelkar from that vid-recording of ancient times.”
“And I had him for three thousand years old…” UZ1 gave a moment’s pout as such a piece of evidence began to make sense in her mind.
As the two chatted they came towards the grand fleet that was slotted for reconquest. Already so many of the ships were migrating their way from Lucius to Mars causing the fleets present to nearly double in size.
They were of all colors and brands. From those who proudly display the ‘L’ of Lucius to those whose clothing was the white of Columnus. Like the true Crusade of Old, they assembled their forces at the heart of their faith in preparation to hear the words of their General and Head of Religion.
Primed Mars waited. It waited for the arrival of its one and only Primarch.
