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The Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion flew down onto the planet from one of the many Stormbirds that were among his holdings. What made this one stand out among all others was it was a rare model which had originated from the Lucian Auxiliary which joined the War-Born Legion.
He had asked if he could requisition their assistance with being flown down onto the planet. He was given a courteous nod of understanding and a vow of service as he and the Centarii had a drink of the Fabricator General’s B33R.
Alcohol. In all his discussions with the Tech Priests which originated from Mars Guilliman could not get a good understanding of why his brother made alcohol for his Legion. Leman Russ made sense, it was their culture, but from his attempts to satisfy his curiosity the son of Konor Guilliman to mix results. He could have tried the Priests who came from Lucius, to learn from those closest to his brother, but Guilliman also understood they were not close. The only person to get a close confidant of TalOS was Rogal Dorn, who had the Fabricator General’s predecessor among his ranks.
Looking around Guilliman took stock of numerous Tech Priests, both of Lucius and Mars, who he had taken the liberty of talking to throughout the days. They were going to be his guides in this very foreign world that the Masters of Machines have made for themselves. Around him were the War-Born, each of whom were decorated into the Ultramarine colors of Macragge.
As Guilliman felt the gravity of the planet begin to put pressure upon him he wondered if he had enough information. If more was needed then it was information that was not accessible without immense effort. He will need to be satisfied with the information he holds within his mind to craft any theoreticals and practicals during his meeting with his brother.
The Primarch of the Thirteenth looked at the tailgate of his transport for a moment to think. Everything around him crawled to a slow pace as he made sure his robes were acceptable and his standing was adequate. The son of Nobility thought back to the lessons his tutors told him on how to act in these forums, remembering the few times he was disciplined and corrected those subtle errors that he was making.
After these seconds of thought Guilliman allowed the outside world to resume. It was just in time as the tailgate opened to rapturous applause and a powerful sun which bared down upon him.
