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The planet they were meeting was Imperial Territory. Its atmosphere was non existent thanks to its relative small size compared to planets like Terra or Mars. Because of this the planet was nearly impossible to live upon. The reason mankind likely even bothered to live upon the planet was that it held an adamantine vein which ran on for several strides in length.
The human colony there was closer to boring beasts when one made real comparisons. The people who were upon the planet were also short and stout, an allusion to the Dwarves that mankind at one point believed existed. These people were ones who liked to mine their own business, and welcomed the Imperium as a source of trade for things they really did need.
TalOS did not bother requesting a meeting hall or something like that for the two brothers to meet. Neither did Perterabo as TalOS looked up to see his brother walking down the same cave that he was in.
The first thing TalOS noticed was not the facial features or demeanor of his brother, but the taste of his soul. It was a powerful tang of mirth and callousness that somehow was able to be built into a single soul. Every step he took was a triumph of will as the 4th Primarch seemed to hate the very ground that he stood upon.
He did not want to be here TalOS realized. TalOS would assume that the only reason his brother agreed with meeting him was because TalOS could make his brother’s life so much worse than anyone else in the galaxy. You cannot ignore the person who gives your soldiers weapons or maintains the warmachines which can destroy entire cities by themselves. Right now Perterabo needed TalOS, and that need was what led him here.
Perterabo’s features came next with the Primarch sporting a heavy set of cheeks likely inherited by the Emperor himself. Besides that he was bald headed with several guns strapped to his armor. While TalOS was a man he was a Tech Priest first and foremost, so his eyes could not help but marvel at what was a perfectly crafted weapon. So well was the job that TalOS knew for a fact these guns were built by Perterabo for no Artisan among the 4th could have come close.
Even TalOS would find himself hard tasked with matching such artistry. Maybe Arch Dominus D3X could try but TalOS did not think his friend had much of a chance.
As his brother continued walking forward TalOS could taste the souls of his brother’s sons. The fear that was created within them and the desire to do better, the decimation at work. As TalOS enjoyed these feelings these Astartes stopped, their emotions now caked in fear at the Primarch before them. Such a thing was expected for they were experiencing the full weight of a Pariah’s soul upon their own. The Astartes had a hard time realizing they were feeling fear for the first time in decades.
Perterabo did not stop, but slowed. TalOS could taste confusion as for a quick second his brother looked behind himself. Not at his men, no, at the stars.
