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TalOS watched from above as a Stormbird came down from the skies above. This vessel was standard construct and did not have any real detailing markings on it. TalOS took a moment to remember back to his dealing with Fulgrim and how he already detailed the hull of his vessel with iconography and idolatry. Instead it was a stand construct issue from the looks of things.
The Fabricator General, as he should, presented the option of his brother arriving with the full prompt and circumstance that he was owed. In response his brother told him that he only wanted to see TalOS as soon as he could and asked to arrive at his home.
TalOS could not find any fault in this and granted his brother this reduction in honor. Seeing his Personal Stormbird, TalOS felt that his brother was not one for gravitas.
The vessel touched ground and the tailgate lowered itself. TalOS watched as Custodian Guards walked out before what TalOS could only describe as a giant walked through.
The giant’s skin was blackened just like the steel that originates from Lucius. His build was so mighty that the Fabricator General knew he could wrestle the mighty Knights of Dutonis. While Fulgrim gave off the aura of perfection this mighty being was the incarnation of mankind’s strength. To top this all off TalOS looked up to see powerful red eyes that glowed with some unearthly might.
For a second TalOS wondered if this brother was a psyker. A curse of peering into the realms of the wrap manifesting in the flesh. If that was true, the Psi Sensors that were scanning the vehicle did not detect anything and tales of the Primarch showed that he was not versed in the psychic arts. So TalOS simply admitted that it was a mutation of some kind likely forced by either their creator or some environmental phenomena.
The two looked at each other for only a moment before the giant gave the widest smile TalOS had ever seen, “Brother!”
TalOS watched and was too late as the giant closed the gap between them and had his grip around TalOS. TalOS had only a second to decide whether he would accept this or try to break free from a deathgrip! Several volumes of information went through the head of the Fabricator General in relation to such a technique, the realization dawning on him when the second nearly passed.
He was being hugged by his brother.
