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Agreements were had and a few concessions were formed for the allowance. TalOS felt that a good chunk of these were already created between Kelbor and Rogal, but confirmation was needed from TalOS before the final contract could be made.
At the end of this TalOS was given a voiceless communication from the Ancient Priest that stood at Dorn’s side. It was a simple invitation to the Fortress that currently floated within the orbit of Mars. Such a think TalOS could not reject even if it was only to talk to his brother in a more private venue.
Thus when the contracts were closed TalOS boarded his personal shuttle and followed the one that Dorn commanded up into space. The two of them were led to the massive starship whose side was evident no matter where you were standing upon the planet of Mars.
Upon the arrival TalOS studied and noticed that much of the structure was just like the more basic Imperial Ships that they rode about. Though one would admit that the vessel was far more advanced than anything that the Imperium currently had. If just a few secrets could be gleaned from the Machine Spirit that adorned this vessel than the a great many flagships could be crafted.
TalOS left his vessel only to follow Dorn as the two wordlessly traveled the vessel. TalOS could see the numerous peoples running the vessel, many of them giving instructions and information to the Priests who were sent to investigate and bless the ship. The posse began shedding person after person with TalOS’s fellow, Lucius, leaving them for a group of Martian Magi that were going right for Dorn. Taking the hint TalOS allowed his Steel Wardens to stand outside the room so that the privacy that Rogal was engineering for them.
The two of them arrived at a table that had stone chairs that were large enough for a Primarch to comfortably sit in. TalOS did so while also handling a small barrel of drink between the two of them. On the other hand he wielded a pair of glasses that were also collected from the Steel Wardens, who had carried the drinks from the Stormbird they flew in upon.
TalOS swiftly poured himself a drink with skill that would make all servants of rich nobles flustered out of professional envy. As he got one for himself he looked towards his brother, “Would you like a drink? It is of my own making for those with our biology, using methods gleaned from our brother Leman Russ.”
“Yes.” Dorn said simply, to which TalOS filled the second mug to the brim with the same skill demonstrated earlier.
