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Within the Sanctum of TalOS held a great many machines that even his brothers would call sorcery. One of the items within the hall was a construct that allowed the complete control of electricity so that the user could attack anyone within its range with a thought. Another was the brain sustainment chamber where every thought and parcel of a brain could be scanned and recorded.
Word upon the Mechanicum was that such technology could generate a persona of a man, to which that use was outlawed completely. There were fools who did try to use it to recreate themselves, but the AI that followed was always a heretical phantom who wore the persona of the man it was meant to be. The construct there was one that did not have the recreation capabilities, but a Priest as genius as TalOS would not have an issue recreating it.
In another part of the room was a massive stage where numerous drills and a table lie. There the armor that TalOS wore was placed upon his flesh permanently. Its use these days were to provide the subtle adjustments and additional augmentations needed to perfect the machine that was the Sanctus Dominus.
But against these and many other wonders was a table with a moderate sized table. It would be comparable to that of a forge-worker’s table in size and even being made out of the same style metal. As a private study item it did not have all the fancy scripts and articles that one would expect for a man of TalOS’s rank. Indeed that was because the table was one belonging to a serf who had died, and TalOS saw no reason for it to go to waste.
Upon it three mugs sat between those who all shared blood. Each of these of much greater quality than the table as such mugs of their size did not exist in this fashion. So, unlike the table, the Artisans of Lucius actually had a moment to demonstrate their brilliance to the Sanctus Dominus.
It was then that the Acillian took his drink, +Vadar, you have my respect. Before my venture I had been the Mitarii of a few thousand Acillians. As the Master of thirteen thousand eight hundred sixty three brothers I have had to heavily employ your framework.+
+The Framework was that of the First Legion.+ The Astartes said simply in a heavily truthful manner.
+Then we will make it our own.+ Declared TalOS as he took a drink of the B3-3R.
>>Rename the Legion (Think this like Vlka Fenryka, this is the official name that those inducted will use. I’m thinking Sons of the Dragon for the unoffical name)
>Legio Proeliator
>Fraturnitas Transhumana
>Write in
>>Rename the Legion Masters
>Latinize it (Legio Praeceptor/Domini/Magister)
>Legate Princeps (Because of the Sicarian Rustalkers Princep is not limited to Titan Legions)
>Something German idk. I was trying to do something with Fuhrer but it was not working with my head.
