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The 20th practiced with the weapon for a few moments longer before he finally placed it on his back. A singular blade hung from the edge as the capacitor and regulator barely poked themselves out. If one did not have a trained eye, they would mistaken the secondary weapon as a piece of decoration.
“I shall take my leave brother.” Declared the 20th Primarch as he seemed relieved to have the weapon within his hands, “But we are giving each other gifts and I do not have a craftsman's mind.”
TalOS gave a small chuckle as he took a sip of the newly drawn spirits, “Then you wish to give me assistance in my war?”
“Simple as that.”
“And the kind of service?”
The Primarch studied his weapon for another moment, “Orks are a common prey for my Legion. We have killed them by the dozen and ran them into kill zones just like the one you have built. The Mitu however… they are a more interesting foe.”
“A dangerous race in that they are able to predict the future.” TalOS called out the greatest of his pains from the previous fight with them.
“And they are not the only ones. The Aldari have the same capabilities that we must be wary of. I wonder if they can predict what they do not know.”
TalOS thought to himself for a few seconds of thought, “Psykers always need a foundation, a definition when they reach into the Warp. If they fail to have a definition then they are likely unable to make sense of what happens.”
“Then it would be a good time to place that thought to the test.” slithered the 20th Primarch as he found a chance to redeem his own skill.
>Send him to the orks
>Let him have fun in the Mitu Collective
>No, we definatly do not need the Alpha Legion fucking about.
